((You're not too late at all! Welcome in! 
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He stifled a laugh at the silliness of this all.
"I am torn.
The rhymes of mine cannot grow form.
But alas, a new one is born.
And your loss we shall not morn."
"I am torn.
The rhymes of mine cannot grow form.
But alas, a new one is born.
And your loss we shall not morn."
Conpany quickly runs off to the woods, screams, and comes back
That dealt 1000 hp to her soul
That dealt 1000 hp to her soul
((same here, company, same here))
The dragon lets out a mighty laugh at the spritely wobble-dancing of the horse skull.
“You dance around and grin ear-to-ear,
In front of flames a-crackling.
But though you think to shake your rear,
Your posterior is lacking!”
“You dance around and grin ear-to-ear,
In front of flames a-crackling.
But though you think to shake your rear,
Your posterior is lacking!”
((BURN))
(( *mic drop* ))
A hand reaches out from the front of the sheets that composes the Mari Lwyd, and awkwardly attempts to spank the twerking rear of the creature. At this point it becomes apparent that it's a compound being, composed of two men in a sheet and a horse skull. The two men bump into each other, unsteady on their feet, and for a moment it appears the one in the front is attempting to back it up into his mate in the back. There's some awkward fluttering under the sheet which indicates more rump slapping occurring somewhere in the middle. Aggles' continued rhymes seems to remind them what they are actually doing there, and they straighten up for one more attempted volley. Then the Scholar lands a devastating blow against their rear. And it's not even the fun literal kind they were just attempting on themselves.
"Would you deny me a sip from your cup
Just because I'm not caked up?"
"Would you deny me a sip from your cup
Just because I'm not caked up?"
((what is even happening anymore))
"Someone hurt him before I do"
((The Mari Lwyd! ))
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((*purring stops*))
((Aint Mari Lwyd a real think, makes me wanna go read something))
((Thank you!))
"It certainly is quite unlike most masquerades I've attended, but I have no complaints," Caelus nodded to Na'aiyah. He politely applauded each pronouncement of verse, with a solemnity as if considering them true masterpieces. He pushed his mask up his nose a little, as if used to pushing spectacles up it, before returning to his applause. "Simply marvellous! What talent!
Such poetry I've ne'er heard
Each verse runs straight and true
Eternally, tell of the battle
Of the dragon and Mari Lwyd." He wasn't going to not join in.
"It certainly is quite unlike most masquerades I've attended, but I have no complaints," Caelus nodded to Na'aiyah. He politely applauded each pronouncement of verse, with a solemnity as if considering them true masterpieces. He pushed his mask up his nose a little, as if used to pushing spectacles up it, before returning to his applause. "Simply marvellous! What talent!
Such poetry I've ne'er heard
Each verse runs straight and true
Eternally, tell of the battle
Of the dragon and Mari Lwyd." He wasn't going to not join in.
((Yes it is! It's Welsh!))
((For those who have not heard of this holiday tradition before.... https://static.rprepository.com/newsimgs/2023-12/marilwyd.jpg))
((Yoinking this for later reading, dont mind if I do))
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