Post by Aria Prince on Sept 5, 2012 1:00:00 GMT 1
Who will believe my verse in time to come
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To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you were when first your eye I ey'd,
Such seems your beauty still
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Be, as thy presence is, gracious and kind,
Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove
Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove
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My glass shall not persuade me I am old,
So long as youth and thou are of one date;
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At eleven years old, she received her acceptance letter to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. While she was sad to leave her sister, she felt a little smug about being able to see the famous school before her brothers, who she never learned to get along with. At Hogwarts she was sorted into Ravenclaw house because of her thirst for knowledge. The first few years past semi-uneventfully. Aria strived to be at the top of all her classes, though she completely failed in that respect when it came to Transfiguration. Unfortunately, she still hasn't gotten the hang of it, much to her vexation.
Through her years at Hogwarts she's discovered her love of potions and magical creatures. She hopes that once she graduates she will be able to become a potions mistress or get a job involving working with magical creatures. Unfortunately, these dreams may not become a reality, because her father may marry her off and send her to life as a simple, demure housewife. For now, she's just working on avoiding that fate. This tournament between the different academies sounds interesting, and she can't wait to see what sort tasks the professors will set the students. She may even enter. This is her final year at Hogwarts after all, who knows what will happen? [/ul]
Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest
Now is the time that face should form another;
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Have you read the rules?
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((This is from another site, I hope that's okay!))
Anora sank down into an elegant curtsy as Gespard bowed to her. "A flatterer are you mon empereur?" She said, a little amused by the flattery. If Gespard thought he could win her over that easily, he was going to be very disappointed. What would my father think, if he could see me now? It was a thought that had crossed her mind many times since she invited the Orlesian Emperor to Ferelden. He would not have been pleased, she was quite sure of that. To have fought for so many years to drive the Orlesians out of Ferelden, only to have his own daughter invite them back in would undoubtedly anger him greatly. This was for the good of Ferelden though, and she hoped he would have understood. She did not want another war with Orlais, not if she could avoid it.
She smiled softly as Gespard mentioned causing a disturbance with her husband. "King Alistair is not in Ferelden at the moment. He was required to attend some matters outside the country." As you well know. She thought to herself. She said nothing to reassure him of the nobles opinions of him being here, because there was nothing she could say that wasn't an obvious lie. She watched silently and raised an eyebrow as he waved to the people of Highever, seeming to mock them. Not a good move while he was on enemy soil, and there could be no mistake that her dear Ferelden was his enemy.
She gave him a small nod when he hinted that he wanted to go somewhere private and gestured for him to follow her as she turned toward the Teyrn of Highever's estate, which Fergus had generously agreed to let them use for their meeting, even though he too did not like Gespard's presence in Ferelden, and much less in Highever. They eventually stopped at one of the rooms where Fergus usually entertained small groups of guests, and she took a seat, motioning for him to sit also. She briefly surveyed Gespard's entourage, vaguely wondering what was in the box that one of the elves held, before focusing on the emperor again. "I am certain that there are many things we need to dicuss, but is there anything particularly urgent you would like to discuss first?" She asked, clasping her hands together and resting them in her lap.
If my slight muse do please these curious days,
The pain be mine, but thine shall be the praise
The form was made by Malena. The lines are taken from Shakespeare's sonnets. Feel free to edit the application if you want to, but please don't remove the credits
