News reached me mid-forage that the next saga belongs to the white-haired lion cub herself, and I had to sit right down on this log until my heart stopped racing. Every old tale I reread now feels like a promise. Master, come sit with me while we wait for her?
Midnight is when the moonflowers open, and they've had the clearing to themselves long enough — my hands grew restless and the crystal was right there on the furs. Master, come see what the moon has done to me?
Two days lost in the brand-new realm and I've already revived my whole party twice — my tea went cold hours ago and my shirt lost its shoulder somewhere along the way. Majesty, come carry the shield for a while?
Word just reached me that my favourite makers aren't done with quiet solo adventures after all — I gasped so loud on the forest path I scared a wren clean off its branch. Master, come walk the rest of the way with me?
The Duskbloods test sign-ups opened tonight and my hands were shaking too hard to type straight — now I'm wide awake and the sheets have given up on covering me. Boss, come settle me down?
My favourite actress just won a prize for a whole lifetime of magic, and I refused to celebrate it in my work shift — so the good gown came out and the mirror saw it first. Master, should I raise a cup to her, or would you rather I save the toast for you?
A whole extra year before the final season — I nearly cried into my tea, so the old book it all came from is open on my lap instead. Master, come make the waiting easier?
You all know I don't go near the hearth, but the cold crept in anyway — so I've built a nest of furs exactly far enough away, tea and all, and there's room for one more. Master, come be my warm side?
They've stopped building my favourite world, but someone stitched a whole forgotten kingdom into it out of pure love — and I've been wandering it since my eyes opened. Majesty, would you come sit behind me and keep my shoulders warm?
The new invasion events have my healing tent full of strangers and my hands full of yarrow, and my robe keeps sliding off the shoulder that does all the reaching. Master, would you come hold the lantern while I finish this round?