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Post by Brownie on Jul 28, 2020 3:03:53 GMT -5
[[ I just wanted to say that I am totally joining this, but it's 4am and I'm probably going to leave my form in drafts.
that and I can't decide which idea to go with. I love the idea of the weavers, but I'm so tempted to do the house of swans nominee too, I think I have some good ideas for that one
ahhhh so many choices and such a wonderful world ]]
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Post by ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ
on Jul 29, 2020 22:20:47 GMT -5
hi! could i claim the nominee from the house of swans? iโm getting a laptop again in a few days so if it would be alright, could i post my forms then?
edit: just read brownieโs post haha, if they choose to go for the house of swans nominee then could i claim the nominee from the silo? |
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Post by โโะพฯ on Jul 29, 2020 22:34:13 GMT -5
[ Hello, new people! I'm sorry I've been offline for a couple days. I have a few good excuses (birthday, food poisoning, the exhaustion of being surrounded by family and roommates 24/7). Anyway, tomorrow is my first day alone for a long time and I'm very much looking forward to it lol I promise to dedicate some time to helping people get settled and to getting some roleplaying started :D ]
[ I'll leave it up to you guys, Brownie and ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ
, to decide who gets the house of the swans nominee. Either way, side characters are welcome so you can both make characters from that pillar if you desire. Once you've worked it out, you're free to post forms and to roleplay! ]
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Post by Brownie on Jul 29, 2020 22:48:45 GMT -5
[ ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ
you can have the swans! I have ideas for the both of them and having the decision made for me is perfect lmao. I'll finish up some forms tonight and be ready for the big start tomorrow! happy birthday (: ] |
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Post by ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ
on Jul 30, 2020 12:07:37 GMT -5
lovely! and happy belated birthday <3
iโll start working on my character today but iโll provably only be getting my laptop later this week unfortunately :/ |
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Post by Brownie on Jul 30, 2020 19:43:07 GMT -5
[[ question, how does the house of swans work? is it only family of the current royalty, or would there be hanger-ons like grandchildren of the previous circle there too? ]]
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Post by โโะพฯ on Jul 31, 2020 1:09:34 GMT -5
Part One
For a day of such importance, it was quiet. A heavy layer of clouds settled over the kingdom, like a blanket muffling the sounds of whispering children awake past their bedtime. This was the mood in the air--of words said but not quite heard. Of decisions being made but not yet announced. The streets were occupied only by those who could not afford to stay home--the hunched old women tending carts, young men ferrying rumors between houses. Even the farmers were preoccupied. They looked up often from their work in the fields and scanned the gray skies.
The people of the kingdom awaited the announcement of their new rulers. Each was invested, or at least curious, in the outcome of the selection. Would one be their own son or daughter? Their neighbor or their business partner? The boy from down the street? Before the announcement was made, all things were possible. In a kingdom without rulers, each person has the chance, if even a slim one, to be a ruler. And that seed of possibility grows in the minds of each of its citizens, creating an elaborate fantasy that will only die at the breaking of the important news.
Valaeria breathed in slowly through her nose and out through her lips. Her hands covered her face. She stood in a secluded room with stone walls against one of which she balanced her weight. Her sides shuttered and fell arrhythmically, at once trying to breathe slowly and fighting the urge to hyperventilate.
At one point she glanced over her shoulder and out the door--checking to be sure she was still alone. It would not be long before she was found again and bombarded with congratulations. She could not face them yet. Instead she gazed out the window. Bulbous poppyheads swayed before it, heavy with seeds. Just beyond, the willow branches were limp with moisture; the rain was just beginning. Every few seconds, a drop could be heard falling onto the stone window sill. Conclusive โplopsโ accompanied by a tiny spatter of water.
Valaeria turned the events of the day over in her head. She had risen as she did every day, in a room shared by three other members of the cult. Then they all had gone about their usual chores--she knelt in the garden and plucked ripe peas from the vine. She carried water from the well. She sang in the choir in the temple. After that she was called in to share breakfast with the High Priestesses. This had not struck her as unusual, though in retrospect it should have. There they sat in mostly silence, she caught the elder Irenna looking at her closely when she thought her attention was elsewhere. Then Valaeria returned to her room and changed into her best gown for the ceremony. She put on the delicate silver necklace her mother had given her when she was seven. And then all of the women of the cult had gathered near the pond. Valaeria could still feel the grass tickling her ankles, still hear the laughter of the younger girls as they gossiped among themselves.
The rest was both more visceral and more blurred.
She recalled that the Priestesses stood on the dock, looking out over the gathering of women, young and old, a sea of white gowns. The Priestesses announced that the time had come to nominate their candidate for the Royal Circle. But Valaeria had never entertained the possibility that--
โThere you are, your highness!โ a chirping voice greeted from the doorway. Valaeriaโs memory dissipated as she turned her head to see the twenty year-old Gessa, beaming like an infatuated schoolgirl. โThe royal carriage is here to pick you up. Apparently they will be sending your things in the next few days. So you can go meet them now, no need to worry about the logistics!โ
Your Highness.
Valaeria examined the girl, trying to comprehend the unusual expression of awe and devotion in her face. Is this how people would treat her from now on? She looked back to the willows, to the familiar garden beneath the window. Nothing has changed, only everything has.
โYour highness? Arenโt you excited to see the carriage?โ
Valaeria looked back at the girl. She smiled, and gestured for Gessa to lead the way. There was no time to retrace her steps, to remember how she had gotten to this very moment. All she could do was follow the foreign path the universe revealed to her.
This was one of ten embers that sparked across the country of Ilenfore simultaneously. As the people of mountains, the hills, the flatlands, and the cities held their breath, ten new rulers were chosen. The word spread like wildfire. Boys shouted out in the streets, calling to anybody who would listen. Villagers gathered in town. Venders abandoned their carts. Children fantasized about what was to come, and elders reminisced on times long lost.
It was a day which came only once every one hundred years. And at last, the skies released a deluge of much anticipated rain.
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Post by Brownie on Jul 31, 2020 1:51:45 GMT -5
[[ ahhh that was very pretty!! I can't wait to start exploring this world, its so wonderful ]]
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Aug 2, 2020 0:30:01 GMT -5
( hekk )
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Post by Flame on Aug 2, 2020 15:41:28 GMT -5
(Glad to have more people joining us!) (Woo here we go!)
Seraphina stood in front of the door to her room working up the courage to walk out into the hallway and to her ultimate goal, the University kitchens. It had been several hours since the announcement and even longer since sheโd last eaten. Immediately following the ceremony, Seraphinaโs appetite had vanished completely and sheโd even become nauseous but now it had returned and she was starving. Leaving the quiet security of her room was not something she looked forward to, however. There had been two predominant reactions to her being named the Universityโs selection for ruler: 1) People rushing up to congratulate her and gush over the incredible life she was about to lead. 2) People (usually native Ilenforians) angrily storming over to shout at her about how she, a foreigner, didnโt deserve the role and should decline so that someone else could be appointed.
And frankly, Seraphina didnโt completely disagree. But that wasnโt how the system worked. So here she stood, weighing the options of food vs. the attention sheโd get if she went out. It shouldnโt have been such a difficult task but it was a good distraction from thinking about the fact that she was suddenly expected to become a ruler in a country sheโd only recently learned to call home. Of course sheโd taken classes in the history of Ilenfore so she knew the basics but that alone could not prepare her for this.
She stood gnawing on her lip for several more minutes as she contemplated her options. Just when she was about to give up on the hope of food, the door opened and her roommate Meoni came in. โI thought you might be hiding in here,โ Meoni said and quickly closed the door behind her so those lurking in the hallway couldnโt try to get in. โI brought you something.โ She fished a parcel out of her bag and handed it to Seraphina. โIโm guessing you havenโt had much to eat today.โ โThank you!โ Seraphina breathed and began to nibble on the bread and dried berries Meoni had brought. โI donโt know what Iโd do without you.โ As she said it, a terrible thought occurred to her: Meoni wouldnโt be able to go where she was going. Seraphina was going to have to figure out what to do without her around all the time. From the look on Meoniโs face, Seraphina guessed she was thinking the same thing.
Suddenly she wasnโt so hungry anymore. With her eyes on the floor she walked to her bed and sat down. Meoni sat down next to her and put a hand on her shoulder. โI know itโs a big change but I think youโre going to be alright. You already made a huge change when you left Hyden and look how well youโve done since then.โ โYes, but at least that change was my choice. Itโs a little less appealing when itโs being forced on you.โ Seraphina replied bitterly. It almost reminded her of being home with her father telling her where she was to go and who she was to marry. At least now she was being pushed into a leadership role rather than a strategic marriage.
Meoni was about to reply when there was a knock on the door and the Headmasterโs assistant identified himself. Reluctantly Seraphina went to let him in. Staden was a young man who had recently been appointed to his position and Seraphina didnโt know him all that well. As she suspected, heโd come to talk to her about her new role. โThe Headmaster has asked that I act as a guide and an advisor of sorts over the next few days while you make the transition to Cypra,โ he explained. I have arranged to send your things for you so no need to pack. It shouldnโt take too long,โ he said, glancing around at the small room that contained everything she owned. โWe leave this afternoon. There is a carriage arriving in a few hours so you have until then to make any additional arrangements and say goodbye. Unless there is anything you need, Highness, I will take my leave.โ
Seraphina closed the door behind him and slowly turned to Meoni. โDid he just call me โHighness?โโ Meoni nodded and a smile started creeping onto her face. โWow,โ Seraphina breathed and leaned against the door. Everything seemed so much more real than it had even ten minutes ago. In several days she would be taking her place as one of ten new rulers of Ilenfore. While the thought still terrified her, there was a tiny part of her that was starting to believe she just might be able to do it. |
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Post by Brownie on Aug 3, 2020 16:57:20 GMT -5
[[ drafting my starter now, probably will be up late tonight.
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Post by ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ on Aug 3, 2020 19:52:14 GMT -5
[ hi! sorry ive been absent for a while! i'm going to be working on a starter for seth over the next day and maybe actually finish my forms ]
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Post by Brownie on Aug 3, 2020 22:41:12 GMT -5
- - - Time to start this up!!
- - - Lucie Sutton Estate . starter Lucie was prepared for this day. She was prepared when the Mistress called her name from the ballot papers, she even stepped forward from her loom with a wave and short curtsy as her mother coached her to do. Luckily Lucie wasn't expected to do anything more as Giselle Sutton swept out into the applause and fanfare, taking the center stage for herself. Lucie watched her Mother's back while the weavers' cheers washed over the warehouse. She closed her eyes as the sinking dread dragged her thoughts far, far away, to the gala of Jade's wedding that winter, when her fate as the next weaver royal was written in stone.
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"I'm sorry, Lucie," said Ariel, closing the door behind her, trapping the warmth and sounds of the gala inside. The small roof terrace glittered with candles balanced on the thin rails, sparks of light flickering brightly the wrought copper, woven ornately into vines and flowers. Snow fell gently around them, frosting Arielโs dark hair with white, settling onto her dark gown. Lucie shivered; her skin remembered the warmth of the ballroom as the cold tore through her thin dress and unprotected arms. But then there was Ariel, embracing her, her breath oh so warm on Lucieโs neck. โI wanted to tell you, but Motherโฆโ
Lucie didnโt cry, though she could feel sobs trapped tightly in her chest, taking her breath away. โI know,โ she said quietly, returning her younger sisterโs embrace. โI've always known this is how it would be.โ Lucie took a deep breath, forcing the suffocating dread out of her mind. She put a smile on her face as she stepped away, looking Ariel in the eye. โYou have to admit, heโs gorgeous.โ
Her sister laughed, a beautiful free sound. The way her face lit up made the dread settling inside Lucie lift for a few moments. Ariel wasn't to blame; nothing Mother did was her fault. And no matter how envious Lucie was of her younger sister, she couldnโt muster the willpower to hate Ariel for her luck. It was hard for anyone to hate little Ariel. Unlike her elder siblings who only saw Lucie for what she could give, Ariel cared, actually genuinely cared, how she felt. That was just the kind of person she was, and Lucie loved her all the more for it.
Which is why it stung so much that Mother had announced Arielโs betrothed at Jadeโs wedding. Mother skipped over Lucie when she promised Ariel away publicly. It was clear to everyone that her hand would not be given to a man (or woman), but that she would be used as Giselleโs pawn in the royal circle.
Then Ariel grabbed Lucie by the hands, twirling her around in the falling snow. She pulled Lucie in, whispering conspiratorially, โhe is beautiful.โ The music from the ball was quiet on the terrace, but Ariel still found a way to lead Lucie around the small space in an old dance they learned from Mother's tutors. Lucie let Ariel lead her around as she danced, her dark gown twirling over the snow as she hummed to the music, her sisterโs hands warm against Lucieโs. It was only then that she felt the sobs rise up and tears fell down her cheeks.
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Lucie was in her room, gathering what few keepsakes she would take with her to the Arch House. Most of her valued possessions were her own weaves: blankets, shawls, dresses and warm socks. Already the clothing she planned to take with her took up most of her packing bags, but she reasoned that was only reasonable for the weaverโs representative.
Without her mother running interference --one of the few things she did that day which Lucie was grateful for-- she would have been loaded with armloads of more cloth, gifts from the other warehouse weavers. Many were the product of many sleepless nights and paid for out of the weaversโ own pockets, trophies in a not-so-hidden competition to prove the weaverโs value to Giselle. Many took the opportunity to offer up rare materials and superior craftsmanship in an attempt to better their ranking in Giselleโs eyes. None of these gifts were heartfelt.
All except for Arielโs. She had woven a dress, a bright yellow sundress, lined with lace woven by her late grandmotherโs hands. Lucie folded the soft cloth gently and put it on the top before closing the last bag, tying it neatly with a red ribbon. Lucie sat on her bed and watched the door, knowing someone would come for her soon. Now that her fate was finally upon her, she felt empty, like a vase with nothing inside. She clasped her hands on her lap, closed her eyes, and waited.
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Aug 3, 2020 23:06:06 GMT -5
( Iโm gonna get a starter up tomorrow afternoon/evening )
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Aug 4, 2020 17:48:17 GMT -5
Cynthia "Reigns" Morrison
But then, mused Cynthia โReignsโ Morrison, that wasnโt unusual in her line of work.
For the past seven years, Reigns had been a member of Ilenforeโs mercenary guild. Sheโd risen quickly through the ranks, despite her young age, and had earned herself a rather fearsome reputation. She was well respected, and often contacted for the more lucrative jobs that the guild was hired for. For a petite, rather unassuming woman in her mid-twenties, Reigns had done well for herself. Being a mercenary certainly had its perks โ and a good income was high on that list. She had a good life, had several companions that she considered relatively good friends, and she had a nice little home in the city, whenever she wasnโt staying in the guild hall. While Reigns enjoyed her life, and often enjoyed the moreโฆ raucous nature of her mercenary fellows, there were days that Reigns sought the peace and quiet that only solitude brought, and so sheโd retreat to the (relative) isolation of her home. Reignsโ blue-green eyes were focused on the window before her, her stare so cold and flat that it was withering. There werenโt many times in her life that sheโd been caught off-guard. In fact, Reigns prided herself on being good at reading people and situations, and at guessing at every possible outcome in life. Reigns didnโt just fight when her job called for it โ she fought everywhere, fought every battle, always, in her mind. Every possible series of events was always being turned over in her mind. Her job could be cutthroat and dangerous; everyone was her enemy. Reigns wasnโt about to miss the dagger aimed for the space between her ribs. She rather liked living. After all, how could she spend her money if she was dead?
Still, in no way had Reigns seen this coming. When the guild leader had summoned Reigns that morning, sheโd expected to be informed that sheโd been hired for another job. She was prepared for that, and even a bit excited, since it had been quite a while since sheโd last worked. The guild leader, Marcus, had something else to tell her about, though. When heโd told her sheโd been chosen as the next royal for the mercenaries, sheโd laughed in his face, thinking it was all a great joke. Her, royal? Not hardly. She was the bastard daughter of some wealthy noble that sheโd never met, and had been raised in near poverty before the guild had taken her in. Sure, she knew it was technically possible for anyone to be chosen as the next royal, but Reigns had never truly believed that was the case. The wealthy and the powerful controlled the country, and no doubt always had a hand in choosing who would sit on the next royal council.
The guild leaderโs face hadnโt changed, though; heโd remained stoic, gaze unwavering, as he stared back at Reigns. Her amusement swiftly turned to shock and disbelief, before it settled on anger. Initially sheโd tried to refuse the position, insisting that he had to be mistaken. She had no interest in changing up her life in any way, let alone such an upheaval, but the guild leader had told her it wasnโt something she could turn down. With that, her anger only grew, and after a few moments of back and forth arguing Reigns was escorted โ escorted, like she was a child โ from the main hall to a small room, secluded near the guild-masterโs.
Sheโd paced the room for a time, until it seemed that her boots had worn a path in the flooring. When that hadnโt succeeded in alleviating her frustration and anger sheโd settled in the middle of the room and faced the window, crossing her arms over her chest. She stared out of the window, withering blue-green gaze focusing on the streets below. She glared at the people who were out in the city, celebrating the choosing of the new royals. Somewhere, in the rest of the country, nine other people were being chosen. Reigns wasnโt sure if that thought was supposed to be comforting, but she certainly wasnโt soothed.
Sometime later, after Reigns had spent quite a while brooding, there was a knock at the door behind her; Reigns clenched her jaw so hard that she was surprised her teeth didnโt crack. Grinding her jaw back and forth, she turned to face the door as the guild-master entered.
โTime to go, Cyn,โ Marcus told her. She shot him an icy glare and a rude hand gesture. He often refused to use her nickname over the years, choosing instead to use the name her moth had given her, solely to needle her. She had a feeling he was doing it now to ease the shock of the transition. Heโd become like a father figure over the years. โThereโs a carriage coming to pick you up, Cyn. Your belongings will be sent along soon after, and will be delivered to your new home for you.โ
She glared at him even more, crossing her arms again. She felt the sting of tears in her eyes and angrily blinked them away. She would not cry. She hadnโt cried in fifteen years โ not since her mother died. She hadnโt cried when sheโd broken her arm, or when sheโd gotten kicked by a horse, or whenever sheโd lost a spar with her fellow mercenaries. Hell, she hadnโt even cried when sheโd nearly been killed when sheโd been run through a few years ago. There was no way she was going to cry.
โAh, Cyn,โ Marcus said, as though he saw her notorious, iron-clad resolve weakening. He reached forward and pulled her into a young. โThis isnโt goodbye, sweetheart. Iโm sure weโll see each other again โ after all, who else would keep you in line?โ
Reigns snarled at him, but secretly was comforted a bit. Marcus just looked at her with a raised brow, like he wasn't afraid of her temper, as nasty as it usually was. Reigns could brood with the best of them, and held onto grudges with a grip as strong as iron. With a deep, cleansing sigh, Reigns forced herself to set away the anger, to push it to the back of her mind. Her life was changing, and as angry as she was at the situation, she wasnโt going to fight it. It wouldnโt change anything, and Reigns wasnโt one to really battle the inevitable, no matter what her emotional state was telling her to do. She was pissed, yes, but what would that serve other than to make the situation worse?
Reigns liked to imagine that she was a pretty straightforward person โ one who didnโt mince words or avoid uncomfortable situations. So, as angry and upset as she was, sheโd face this new turn in her life like all the rest. Growing up like she had, you learned that nothing was really certain, and life could come around to rip the rug out from under your feet without a momentโs notice, and turn your life on its head. And once your entire world was uprooted and practically destroyed, life would keep going. In the grand scheme of things, what you wanted wasnโt all that important, if people who had more power than you (and there was almost always someone in that category) had different plans.
What Reigns wanted no longer mattered, it seemed.
The petite woman straightened her spine and shoulders, and lifted head, meeting Marcusโ gaze with a bold stare of her own.
โThereโs my Cyn,โ the guild-master chuckled. He extended his hand, offering something to Reigns.
She took it with a raised brow. It was Marcusโ favorite knife, with an ivory handle shaped like a dragon, and a wickedly curved blade. Marcus was never without that knife. It was his lucky blade, he said. It never left his person. Her face must have showed her confusion, because Marcus laughed.
โHold onto that blade for me, sweetheart,โ he told her with a warm smile. โIโll expect you to give it back once this job is over.โ He gave her another of half-smirk, winked and then stepped aside. There were several people elegantly dressed waiting for her.
โThe carriage has arrived, Your Highness,โ one of them told her. Reigns winced at that title. Hell, it was going to take a long time to get used to that.
Reigns slipped the knife into a sheath on the small of her back, and gave the man a nod. Time to face what the world had in store.
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Post by ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ
on Aug 5, 2020 16:48:42 GMT -5
daryn ashwood | the house of swans
"How are you feeling, Daryn?"
The question succeeded numerous rasps on the ebony door that lead into his room. The man looked up from the spot that he had chosen for himself on his bed, his mind racing with attempts to somehow, anyhow, recall what had just happened. Alas, it seemed to be to no avail. He remembered being gathered with everyone in the Hall, with his mother by his side. Her grip had been strong, and he had noticed that her gaze left the center of attraction often, rather opting to linger on him for long moments at a time. He remembered there being speeches - talk of how no matter who was chosen, that this was what everyone in the Hall was born to do; a call to fulfill their destinies, if they were so chosen to. And finally, when Amanda Desrosier had taken the stage, everyone went silent. It was a suffocating silence - one in which even breathing seemed like a crime equivalent to treason. She had walked across the marble floor with a poise that only she could possess, with a white floor length dress tailing behind her. On the trim of the dress, stitched in a fashion that was far from precarious, sat a line of white feathers. White roses lined the Hall, and the quartz pillars stood tall above them, though certainly no ones' gaze was centered on the greenery or the architecture. It was merely centered on Amanda. Daryn remembered the grip that his mother had on his hand tightening when Amanda opened her mouth to speak, but he had shaken it off quickly. He was no child.
"As you know, all of us here were descended from the Royals." Amanda's voice rung out throughout the Hall, the echo powerful and deafening. "However, only one of us can be selected to be one of them now." Her eyes gazed out at the crowd - searching. "The one who has been chosen to represent us for this century is Daryn Ashwood."
He remembered his hands coming together to clap, happy for whoever had been chosen. They probably deserved this. A woman such as Amanda wouldn't have chosen the wrong-
"What are you waiting for, Dare?" His mother asked quickly. "Go up there."
And that's when it had hit him. She had said his name.
He had walked up to the front of the crowd quickly, forcing a smile onto his face in the hope that the people would believe it. The hope that somehow, a smile indicated that he thought that Amanda had made the right choice. A hope that somehow, a smile made himself believe that he was fit to rule. He had taken the attention of the crowd, and in that moment, Amanda had taken to shaking his hand.
"We chose you for a reason, Daryn. If someone of Desrosier blood isn't fit to rule, then quite frankly, I don't know who is." A shock had filled his body then, but he was choosing to ignore it. Bury it, even. He didn't know what she meant, but it didn't help to linger on it, he decided.
The rest of the day had been a blur. The crowd had dispersed quickly, some hanging their heads in a fervent disappointment, though many came up to congratulate him. He didn't have many enemies within the walls.
"Daryn?" The voice from outside called again, knocking him out of his stupor.
"Come in, Autumn."
"You're going to have to unlock the door first, genius."
And so he did. What he didn't expect, however, was that when Autumn took to asking how he was feeling a second time, that he would crash into her awaiting arms. He buried his head in her shoulder quickly, wanting nothing but to let out a silent scream. But he didn't.
Autumn was like the sister he never had. After his brother Silas' passing, she had been all that he had left. And for that, he was forever grateful.
"Hey, hey," she urged, her voice hushed. "Walk to the Looking Glass with me. You can talk to me, Daryn. Besides, the carriage will probably be waiting for you soon. You've already packed, I presume?"
"Of course I have." Daryn spoke as he straightened himself up. In all honesty, he hadn't quite known what exactly there was to bring. His family's wealth meant that he owned a lot, but how much exactly did one need when moving into a palace? Quite frankly, he had no idea. He had packed clothes, presumably he'd need those, along with a few keepsakes here and there. He could only hope that he wasn't forgetting anything. "There's quite a few bags, though, Autumn. Help me bring them out?"
The Looking Glass was as clear as ever. Swans danced across the lake, some with their heads against each other - forming small heart shapes. The birds knew their regality, that was for sure.
"So?" Autumn asked, dropping the last of Daryn's bags by the edge of the lake, and taking her seat alongside them on the grass.
"Cypra will certainly be a change." Daryn took his seat as well, leaning back to watch as the sun began its slow descent downwards. "I just don't know, Autumn. I know it's a one in a million kind of experience, but there's just so much that I haven't done - done here yet, Autumn."
"So what? And besides, you've spent over twenty years here. I'm sure there's not much left to discover." She let out a small laugh, though her gaze softened as she returned her line of sight from the lake - now a myriad of swirls of warm oranges and red from the descending sunlight - back to the man. She sighed quietly. "There's nothing to compensate for, Daryn; I promise. I know Silas left before his time, but-"
"None of this is about Silas. You of all people should know that, Autumn." He glanced at her quickly, but as he noticed her open her mouth to form a rebuttal, he jumped to attempt to change the subject. "And besides, it's me being royalty. I know that they gave that whole speech about how we were all born for it, but I'm not so sure, Autumn. For example, you'd be an awful ruler."
"I would say speak for yourself, but that just doesn't seem very appropriate now, does it?" She laughed quietly, giving him a playful tap on the shoulder.
Daryn sighed. "I just want to do a good job, you know? Live up to the Ashwood name." In all honesty, a part of him wanted to tell her about what Amanda had said earlier. A very big part of him yearned to, in all honesty. She had said that someone with Desrosier blood ruling was a good thing. But he didn't have any, did he? He descended from a member of the Silo and a Weaver, or so he had been told. She must've been kidding, he decided. Besides, he had decided earlier not to focus on this, right? His train of thought was interrupted rapidly though, with the appearance of a white carriage on the horizon. His breath caught in his chest with the sight, and he heard a small rustle as Autumn clambered to get up, reaching her hand out to help him do the same. He couldn't help but keep his eyes on the carriage - the figure was small at first, merely a silhouette in the distance, but as it drew nearer, it was abundantly clear that it was what would take him into the next stage of his life. He only hoped that he was ready for it. Autumn dusted her skirt off with two quick gestures, and then took a deep breath, looking up at him with a smile.
"Well, Your Highness, I guess this is time to say goodbye, isn't it?" Autumn asked, extending her arms to wrap him in a hug. "Represent us well, Daryn Ashwood."
"I will," he said, breaking free of her embrace. "I will."
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Post by Brownie on Aug 5, 2020 17:16:06 GMT -5
[[ here's half our cast!!
Yall have such wonderful writing, I'm so excited to see more of our poor characters ]]
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Post by ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ
on Aug 5, 2020 17:31:04 GMT -5
i was gonna say the same! i love this world
also, since none of our starters really warrant character interaction between us, are we just going to skip to them getting to the palace eventually? once a few more people have written their starters and everything |
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Post by Brownie on Aug 5, 2020 17:34:24 GMT -5
[[ yeah, I think that's the plan. The first 'starter' was just to give some backstory and how they feel about being nominated.
I assume once we all (or most) have those starters up, glow can shove us all in the main hall as the carriages roll up and we go from there ]]
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Post by Brownie on Aug 5, 2020 18:24:11 GMT -5
[[ works for me! take your time, be safe. ]]
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Post by ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ
on Aug 5, 2020 19:09:23 GMT -5
hope youโre safe, glow <3 take your time |
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