Life is Precious
►For one week, Maurice will teach yoga as an instructor at the Piltover Academy of Science and Progress. For seven days, he will enlighten an entire class how to breathe, stretch, and prosper through the joys of yoga! Have fun!
Anonymous

argentoutlander:

"Hmm… It has been a long time since I have given significant focus to my flexibility. I think vincethewanderer would like to join your class!”

Stalwart Sentinel

resolute-defender started following you

"Every civilization has needed a defender, a guardian against the harshness of reality at times, those who would protect the weak and ill. This is the sentiment that drives the Guardian class of Spero. A Guardian’s strength is not for smiting foes or quelling opposition, it is for holding up those that are weaker out of love.

"Galio is much like the Guardians of my home. I have read much about the Champion, and I find him inspiring. For those that we love, I do not believe there is anything that we would not do to protect them. Though we may not always succeed, I hope that we can always try again. 

"For Galio, I double my hopes."

Straight as an arrow

ask-evadne-rorem started following you

"Throughout Piltover, I see the increasing use and modification of firearms. Sheriff Caitlyn is known for her marksmanship with a hextech rifle, and even Jayce’s mercury cannon is a highly developed, projectile weapon.

"Within Spero, augmented weapons designed in the spirit of traditional bows and crossbows make up the majority of ranged weaponry for the city’s defense. I assume my familiarity with them is the reason I am more comfortable around bows then guns.

"I wonder who this Markswoman is? I do not see her often but forgetting a unique bow like that is difficult. If she notices me, I should most definitely say hello! New friends are always welcome."

katianse:

"Never enough hours in a day for good deeds!"

"Those are my sentiments exactly! Do you want to deliver bread to the homeless with me?"

nadri-the-preserver:

mirathemessenger:

Mira beckoned Nadri to have the first bite by raising onto the tips of her toes, giggling as she did so. “Go ahead then, Nadri! Try one! You were kind enough to buy them for us after all!”

"Of course we can have some now, Mira.  Just give me a sec."  The Preserver couldn’t help but chuckle as she pulled the box back off the younger girl’s head and slipped a finger under the seal to pry it open.  Once that was done, there was a separate bag inside that needed to be opened as well.  Nadri gently pulled at the tab and ripped the top apart enough for them to stick their hands into it.
"That should be good enough."  She mused softly for a moment before reaching in a grabbing a few, a couple of the chocolate and the honey ones and popped one of the brown ones into her mouth.  "Chocolaty."  
Holding out the bag, she motioned for Mira to take a few for herself now, smiling gently while chewing on the second graham.

The young one waited with eyes brimming with excitement, a giddy smile plastered on her face. Each crack and pop of the box and plastic added fuel to the passion burning bright in the emeralds of her eyes. As Nadri voiced her pleasure in the sweet treat, Mira giggled and stuck her petite fingers into the bunny-filled depths to pull out one graham cracker of each flavor. She set them side by side upon her front teeth and bit down, savoring both flavors at once in an amalgam of tradition honey and chocolate.
The young one hummed in approval, recalling the taste and texture or the last time she has tasted the treat. “Thank you for thinking of me, Nadri.” She spoke after swallowing her bits of cookie. Though her eyes sparkles with their common vibrance, the rest of features held a mild concern replete with knit brow and crumb-spattered, pursed lips. “I have been thinking of you often lately too… How have you been managing since the dissolution of the Institute of War? Many other of our friends are still adjusting, and I worried about you and the other summoners most.
"I have been busy with matters involving the Spero Council’s concerns regarding the former Council of Equity, but I have little control over the matter. Is there perhaps something I can help you with instead?"

nadri-the-preserver:

mirathemessenger:

Mira beckoned Nadri to have the first bite by raising onto the tips of her toes, giggling as she did so. “Go ahead then, Nadri! Try one! You were kind enough to buy them for us after all!”

"Of course we can have some now, Mira.  Just give me a sec."  The Preserver couldn’t help but chuckle as she pulled the box back off the younger girl’s head and slipped a finger under the seal to pry it open.  Once that was done, there was a separate bag inside that needed to be opened as well.  Nadri gently pulled at the tab and ripped the top apart enough for them to stick their hands into it.

"That should be good enough."  She mused softly for a moment before reaching in a grabbing a few, a couple of the chocolate and the honey ones and popped one of the brown ones into her mouth.  "Chocolaty."  

Holding out the bag, she motioned for Mira to take a few for herself now, smiling gently while chewing on the second graham.

The young one waited with eyes brimming with excitement, a giddy smile plastered on her face. Each crack and pop of the box and plastic added fuel to the passion burning bright in the emeralds of her eyes. As Nadri voiced her pleasure in the sweet treat, Mira giggled and stuck her petite fingers into the bunny-filled depths to pull out one graham cracker of each flavor. She set them side by side upon her front teeth and bit down, savoring both flavors at once in an amalgam of tradition honey and chocolate.

The young one hummed in approval, recalling the taste and texture or the last time she has tasted the treat. “Thank you for thinking of me, Nadri.” She spoke after swallowing her bits of cookie. Though her eyes sparkles with their common vibrance, the rest of features held a mild concern replete with knit brow and crumb-spattered, pursed lips. “I have been thinking of you often lately too… How have you been managing since the dissolution of the Institute of War? Many other of our friends are still adjusting, and I worried about you and the other summoners most.

"I have been busy with matters involving the Spero Council’s concerns regarding the former Council of Equity, but I have little control over the matter. Is there perhaps something I can help you with instead?"

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summonertruth:

mirathemessenger:

summonertruth:

Truth smiled as he picked a cookie up off a plate and held it out. “Say aw.”

mirathemessenger

"Awwww!"

Truth smiled as he put the cookie into the young woman’s mouth.

The little one hummed in joy as she bit down upon the treat, falshing a smile full of crumbs to the ambassador. She didn’t speak a single word; it would’ve been impolite.

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summonertruth:

Truth smiled as he picked a cookie up off a plate and held it out. “Say aw.”

mirathemessenger

"Awwww!"

As Mira would go about picking up her satchel, Baschion stirred a little from his sudden sleeping area being suddenly jolted before he realized someone was lifting him. He took a few moments to wake up, before wriggling to see where he was being taken. He viewed the streets that he had seen while sneaking into that home last night, he only stayed still hoping his previous movement hadn't attracted attention from the wearer.

baschion-the-yordle:

mirathemessenger:

mirathemessenger:

Satisfied with her journal entry, Mira closed the notepad with a satisfied nod of her head before tucking it under her arm. With the other, she hefted her Messenger’s bag onto her shoulder, grunting at the uncomfortable shift. She could have sworn that it had been lighter before, but she could worry about that later. There were still many things to be done in day after all!

Yet as she sprinted through Piltover’s busy streets, something rustled within her bag, throwing the petite Messenger off her balance. The parcel slipped off her shoulder, careening unceremoniously onto the pavement as she stumbled forward. Though her feet shifted and twisted, Mira kept upright, spinning around to see what would pop out of her bag. She was sure nothing living had been in her bag the previous night, and Mercury was not a very heavy bunny.

Curiously, the young girl approached her Messenger’s bag with wide eyes and parted lips.

( baschion-the-yordle )

"However, I am affiliated with both my home-city of Spero as a Messenger class and as a a messenger in occupation in Valoran. Classes are assigned in my home, but you can apply to be a courier in any city-state you wish to designate as your ‘home.’ There is an office in Piltover that Miss Iris associates with and another in Demacia where my friend Miss Vina was born. I am sure there is are offices at the Institute of War and within Bandle City as well. The requirements of the occupation are low as well. If you would like I can escort you to the PIltovian branch.”

[ iris-the-electromancer demacianmessenger ]

     “I would like that actually.”  Baschion said, his surprise was evident as just a moment ago Mira had seemed very unamused with Bashion.  He only seemed to perk up at the thought of him becoming a messenger, although he didn’t like the prospect of returning to Bandle city.  Ever.  He simply would keep putting off assignments to go there, if he was able.  He didn’t want to deal with the feelings he had towards most yordles, and didn’t want to run into an old group that knew him.

"This is exciting news, Mister Baschion! We should head to the Piltovian Depot and see if we can get you a position today!" Mira was suddenly smiling and giddy, her mood as mercurial as the wind. Immediately, she tugged at his hand, taking no protest and allowing no hesitance as she metaphorically or literally dragged him down the familiar roads of lower Piltover.

"You will be able to see all the natural wonders of the land in time! I have been in Valoran for a little over a year and there are still so many places I have not been able to see! If you keep an open heart and mind, the excitement and wonder will never be ceased. To be alive is a gift that is most precious to us. There are too few moments in our lives to concentrate on all the misery in them."