(OOC: Coming up on Tuesday, so I may start closing this out, if that's okay)
As Tularemia returned to her perch on the hat, the Socialite readjusted with a sigh. "The springtime fields of romance truly are a spectacle to behold. Do hold onto your love, won't you? Such a significant and rare feeling to have, so often mistaken and yet more often chased. To have it form so naturally... You deserve each other and I do hope you remember that. Even as the years pass and the candle inevitably sputters, I hope you remember these years when you felt closest, when all things seemed possible. I hope, even through dark and mist and falling water, that your candle burns bright hereafter. Cherish it as you cherish each other and you will never lose your way."
Re: Before Class
As Tularemia returned to her perch on the hat, the Socialite readjusted with a sigh. "The springtime fields of romance truly are a spectacle to behold. Do hold onto your love, won't you? Such a significant and rare feeling to have, so often mistaken and yet more often chased. To have it form so naturally... You deserve each other and I do hope you remember that. Even as the years pass and the candle inevitably sputters, I hope you remember these years when you felt closest, when all things seemed possible. I hope, even through dark and mist and falling water, that your candle burns bright hereafter. Cherish it as you cherish each other and you will never lose your way."