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ThePrioryoftheOrangeTreebySamanthaShannon
“I realized, that she had been spoon-fed a story from the day she was born. She had been taught no other way to be. And yet, I saw that despite everything, some part of her was self-made. This part, small as it appeared at first, was forged in the fire of her own strength, and resisted her cage. And I understood…that this part was made of steel. The part who she truly was.”
imagine inviting eurovision winners and eurovision icons but instead of the singing their own songs you make them sing songs from your own country hmmmmm
![esbar is in the drawing on the right. she’s relaxedly holding a bow, an arrow nocked. she’s wearing a long-sleeved white tunic with yellow and orange accents, a yellow sash tied around her waist, and similar arm guards to tunuva. she’s also wearing a red cloak, her long wavy hair spilling out from under the hood. jeda stands behind her. esbar looks to the left with a slight smile. the background is similar to tunuva’s, only the backdrop is a soft yellow, the square is mirrored, and the sky is a starless soft blue. /end ID]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/eb4443c5efab88bcc51e6df849f3757e/84e2a069498f1819-08/s500x750/4f6d4488add5e808f07b23b772c2fd347046c44e.jpg)