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(ps if anyone else wants spoiler pics added to their characters lemme know!)

Then next morning, when Hava awoke, she sat up with a yawn and stretched. Then she heard the singing of a little girl and looked to see Rivi sitting on the ground drawing pictures on the floor--in ash?--and humming quietly to herself. Hava got out of bed and went to sit next to the little girl, "Good morning, Rivi!" She said, placing her hand on the little girl's back. "Are you hungry?" The little girl nodded so Hava took her hand and led her to the kitchens where Sophie and Valcory were cooking. "Morning everyone!" She said cheerful, "This is Rivi, and she's new to the castle. Any chance the two of us could get some breakfast?"

Jax laughed in disbelief, "Wait, your grace actually is beauty? I'd say that's pretty useful." He had never heard of such a thing! Although, if anyone was graced with beauty, it would be the girl in front of him. Then, he got that smug look back on his face, "Mine's that I've got no fear of heights." He said, puffing out his chest a bit. "That's why I can do such crazy performances in the trees, or on tightropes," He added.

(( i'd be down to rp with anyone who wants. Vetiver likes to sleep in ridiculously late so maybe I'll try out rping the prince? ))

Alejo watched as Stephen took to the air. He decided to attack him from below. With a mighty flap of his wings he shot himself towards Stephen. He maneuvered underneath him and took hold of his legs.

Zani's open again. Idk if she's supposed to be doing anything. Maybe Alexander can catch her bringing a Graceling (just a random one, not one if our characters) to the queen?)

Stephen, knowing his wings were getting weaker and couldn't take he extra weight, kicked wildly until his legs were free, hoping to have kicked Alejo in the process, then let himself drop. He tried to land as softly as he could, rolling on impact, but with his wings weakened, he landed a lot heavier than expected, only managing to roll and crouch, trying to catch his breath.

(( alright! I'll write up a starter and you two can decide what to do with it, I think an interaction with alex and zani and efos would be fun. Maybe efos sees alex scolding zani and tries to defend her? ))

When there were no events happening, it was easy for the Prince to get bored inside the castle. It was big, and there were many places to go, but not many people to talk to except for the servants. The gracelings didn't like him very much, but he liked to mess with them and get them to do things for him. He'd been taught well that they weren't good for much except for their abilities. Right now, though, Alexander wandered through the hallway near the servant's quarters, munching on a croissant.

Um guys anyone want to rp?)

(kenna and tristan are open if anyone wants to interact with them!)

(sounds good!)

Alejo let go of the warrior and replied "Only because you have yet to master flying. It would have been much different then." He ment it too. Alejo stopped using his grace and returned to normal. He walked over and grabbed his rapier before saying " I'll be taking my leave so I can get my breakfast." He quickly made his way to the mess hall.

Guess I could rp with Kenna.)

"Yeah, you are." Zani muttered. Raising her voice to a more audible tone, she asked the obvious question. "Why are you here anyway?" Usually it would be expected the Prince would be in the throne room, ordering around servants for even the simplest tasks. The boy looked up at him curiously, marvelling at his fine robes.

(angelfur sure! @misstrissshade464 okay, I'll have kenna run into her in the market)

Lady Kenna walked through the city markets, accompanied by one of her friends, as they scanned the stalls for anything that might catch their eye. The air was filled with the sweet scent of fresh baked goods, and Kenna followed the scent to a baker's stall, where another figure was purchasing food, their figure hidden by a cloak. "Excuse me," She said politely, wishing the figure to scoot over so she could see the pastries and breads. Her stomach growled--she was quite hungry.

Tristan was in the armory, wrapping his knuckles in strips of fabric as he prepared to practice on the dummy he had created for himself. When he finished wrapping his second hand, he used his teeth to tear the fabric, then tucked it in so it wouldn't come unraveled. Then, he stood up and walked over to the dummy (a few hanging bags of grain that he had strapped together and hung from the rafters) and began punching. His grace was hand to hand combat, which made him a blur of punches, kicks and jabs that resulted in the dummy being ripped off the rafters within seconds, and exploding on the floor. Tristan cursed and wiped the sweat off his face. This was the problem with fake "opponents". They didn't last long.

(I want Efos to interact with Tristan so bad omg)

(*small gasp* yes)