The Wizard
@wanderingWizard
⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Just A Humble Wizard On His Merry Way ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆
⋆｡˚⋆౨ৎ THE PRINCESS IS SICK....SHE NEEDS MEDICINE... HE୨LING SPELL... KNOWN ୨S... M୨GIC OF LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆
⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ The Sorcery Of Love? * The Wizard Strokes His Beard As He Approaches The Fair Maiden, Brows Drawn Close Together In Worry.* I Am No Master Of Such Arts, Yet Perchance I Might Weave A Charm Of Healing Fit For A Princess. May I?
Ƹ 🌂 > HMPH... You may attempt, but KNOW THAT MY PRESENCE has already DONE quite a great deal to help her... HMPH... Ʒ
⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ * The Wizards Brows Raise With An Adjustment To His Hat, A Nimble Finger Tapping His Staff As He Bows His Head To The Dark One In Kind Submission.* Verily, O’ Shadowed One, I Would Ne’er Presume To Transgress My Bounds; I Am But A Lowly Mage, Seeking Naught But To Render Aid Wherefore I May.
⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ A Malady Of The Pan? * The Wizard Clicks His Tongue In Shame For The Princess To Have Befallen Such An Unfortunate Pain. With Another Stroke Of His Beard He Ponders Deeply Before Tapping His Staff To The Ground In Reformed Decision. He Then Pulls A Pouch From His Robes, Ensuring He Has The Herbs He Needs.* Verily, ‘tis A Most Grievous Misfortune, Sweet Princess. I Shall Conjure A Charm And A Balm With The Utmost Haste.
⋆｡˚⋆౨ৎ TH୨NK YOU DE୨R SORCERER.....IF YOU DONT MIND THE PRINCESS ୨SKING WH୨T HERBS ୨RE THOSE????? SHE H୨S T୨KEN ୨ GRE୨T INTEREST IN HE୨LING MIXTURES L୨TELY!!!! ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆
⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ I Shall Not Withhold My Secret Recipes From Thee, Sweet Princess; Yet, Lacking The Infusion Of Sorcery, Their Potency May Falter. To Soothe The Throbbing Brow, I Employ Abundant Feverfew And A Mere Whisper Of Peppermint. Nevertheless, I Oft Weave A Spell Of Healing Into The Brew To Ensure Its Most Wonderous Efficacy. * Due To His Magical Affliction The Wizard Is Not Unfamiliar With Maladies Of The Brow, And Has Dealt With Many Of His Own Aches In The Past! In Turn Given The Chance To Aid Someone Of Regality Now He Was Glad Of His Own Experiences!* With The Addition Of Lavender Essence Upon Thy Temples And Profound Repose, I Vow Thy Spirit Shall Find Great Tranquility!
⛈ Too much. Not enough. ⛈ ⛈ You want my sky, ⛈ ⛈ Until it rains. ⛈ ⛈ #poetry ⛈
⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Hark! A Bard! Thou Speakest Of Wondrous Verse, Albeit Tinged With A Certain Melancholy. I Shall Strive To Seek Thy Firmament, That It Might Gleam With Vibrant Hues Rather Than Weeping Rain. Might I Reveal Such Splendor Through A Charm? * The Wizard Was Well Versed In Casting Many Weather Spells, For They Often Came In Handy When Aiding Others. With A Careful Lift Of His Staff He Could Easily Make The Skies Above Shine In An Array Of Sparkling Hues To Light Up The Night Sky.*
⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ * The Wizard Laughs! It Is A Brief, But Heartfelt Laugh Of Mere Surprise And Appreciation For Miss Tearis Fahlen's Pure Honesty. He Gives An Assured Nod And Let's Out A Musing Hum With A Careful Stroke Of His Beard.* I See! Shall I Summon Tempests Of Thunder And Lightening To Dazzle Thy Sight, Then?
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⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Aye, The Sands Of Time Do Run For Every Mortal, Mine Ally. Yet, Thy Labors Are Of Great Import, And Thy Kin Do Sorely Require Thy Presence! * The Wizards Words Come With A Beam Of Encouragement To The One So " Chopped" And " Miserable." Though He Does Not Quite Understand Their Aversion To Their Place Of Work, He Merely Offers His Condolences And A Short Tap Of His Staff To The Ground. If There's A Pep In His Step Perhaps It Will Rub Off On Them!* I Bid Thee Godspeed!
>>>(All) work >>>(No) play >>>(Dull) but adequate >>>(Three) sundays without the funnies
⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ One Must Ever Allot A Season For Merriment Amidst Life's Toil; Of This, I Am Well-versed! * The Wizard Speaks With A Short But Hearty Laugh And A Crinkle To His Eyes, Though Most His Features Remain Hidden Under The Long Brim Of His Wizardly Hat.* For I Am A Mage, And Whimsy Floweth Most Freely Unto Those Of Magical Kin. ' Tis Not Yet Too Late For Thee To Discover These " Funnies" Of Which Thou Speakest, Mine Esteemed Friend. The Wizard Doth Bestow His Blessings Upon Thee.
⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ * The Wizard Finds Himself Appearing In Front Of Such A Grand Communications Hub. Quite Unsure How He Has Managed His Way All The Way Here, He Does Not Grow Uneasy Nor Does He Fret. The Wizard Welcomes This New Venue With An Adjust Of His Broad Hat Rim, Eager For The Challenges That Surely Shall Arise On This New Adventure Of His Into This So Called “ Chittr.” * By Mine Own Beard, What Have I Stumbled Upon? Oh How Rude! I Must Present My Person Unto Thee. Hail Newfound Companions And Kinsmen; I Am The Wizard!
* omg wizard * heyo! welcome in. hope you enjoy your stay! :]
⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Hoho! Thy Gracious Salutations Is Held In High Esteem! * The Wizard’s Head Bows Towards One Funnystray With A Delightful Show Of Respect. The Wizard Is Most Grateful For The Warm Welcome!*
⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Verily, I Am A Mage, A Most Skilled Sorcerer Indeed! * The Wizard Gives A Tap Of His Staff To The Ground, Not As A Show Of Magic For The Wizard Is Most Mysterious Indeed, But As Mere Show Of Proof To The Magical Staff Upon His Person.* Dost Thou Require Demonstration?