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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jan 31, 2022 19:08:36 GMT -5
FENRIR Fenrir waited as shock rippled through the room. He let his dark gaze drift between the faces of all the individuals in the room, taking in their reaction carefully. Only Alistair and Rolnar remained impassive; the king already knew of Fenrirโs plans and had given his permission for the mission (though Fenrir likely wouldโve gone anyway). Alistair had helped his elder brother with his research. Considering the pale dragon was a master cartographer, heโd been very useful when it came to trying to chart the tunnels that ran through Traeterraโs mountains. It was Alistair who had learned of the secret entrance to the mountains; it was meant to be an escape tunnel, a way for the royal family to get to safety.
His father finally spoke. โMy son knows that I am wary of this mission. I fear the consequences of depriving our frontlines of our best warriors, but he has assured me that Traeterra will benefit in the long run.โ
Fenrirโs jaw clenched reflexively. The idea that three phoenixes would make enough of a difference that Traeterra would finally be able to win against Selva was absurd to him. The phoenixes were powerful, yes, but they could only do so much. They could be killed, again and again and again. At what point did the resources necessary to resurrect phoenixes outweigh the benefits of the phoenixes themselves? Fenrir was sure they were close. Rolnar wouldnโt listen, though. That Rolnar had even taken him seriously when heโd first proposed the idea of searching for the dragons had shocked Fenrir.
โWhere will we look for them?โ Kaiva was asking. โI thought the last dragons died out many centuries ago.โ
โAccording to the legends, yes,โ Fenrir replied. He reached forward to unfurl one of the documents on the table, pointing to an artistic depiction of the mountains of Traeterra. At the center of the mountain, there was a glowing orb, around which two dragons circled. โI have found countless documents referencing the dragons,โ he continued. โTheir migratory patterns, their breeding seasons โ even their courtship rituals. Every single one of these documents pointed to here โโ he tapped the document before him again โโas being where the dragons lived and roosted. Four centuries ago, all mention of the dragons seems to cease. No more maps, no more details, no more drawings. It was as if they disappeared from the face of the earth. Thatโs what I thought, until I found this.โ
He reached for another scroll and rolled it open. The parchment was old and rather faded, but its image was clear: it was a map leading through Traeterraโs mountain range, right to the dormant volcano that sat at its center. Again, there was the depiction of the golden orb and two dragons. โThis document is far more recent โ only about a hundred and fifty years, give or take.โ He pointed to the writing on the old paper. โThis tells the story of someone who ventured into the mountains, and returned. He claimed heโd found the dragons, but no one believed him, and all mention of this was destroyed โ aside from this scroll, which was preserved in the royal library.โ He shifted to move down the table a few paces.
โHereโs my plan,โ Fenrir told them. โWe stock up for several months โ at least six โ and then enter the mountains. The entrance will be sealed behind us. From there, weโll follow this map as best we can โ since there is likely to have been rock falls and collapsing of tunnels โ to reach the volcano. It has been dormant for a thousand years, so is unlikely to erupt and cause an issue. Weโll be bringing along Shayne, the best healer I know.โ Behind Fenrir, Alistair shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Something flashed across his expression at the mention of Shayne, like fear but gone too fast to be properly assessed.
โI wonโt lie,โ Fenrir said, voice softening. โItโll be dangerous. Thereโs no telling what lies in those mountains, and thereโs a chance this will all be for nothing. But we have to try.โ He closed his eyes for a moment. An impassive mask dropped across his face. โI will give you more details in the morning, when we leave. Rest up, settle your affairs, and get prepared.โ There was to be a ball tonight, to send the adventurers off with as much luck as possible. He imagined most of those on the mission would get as drunk as possible, trying to forget the fact that they were wading into the dangerous unknown. Fenrir would be among them, to a point. He was leading these people into an uncertain fate, and that weighed heavily on him.
May the gods have mercy on us all, he thought to himself.
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jan 31, 2022 19:26:55 GMT -5
( Fenrirโs theme song is โSurface Pressureโ from Encanto lol )
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Post by Brownie on Jan 31, 2022 21:04:34 GMT -5
[[ Here I am thinking I'm freed up for a moment but I forgot to do a Norris didn't I ???? AHH ping me guys! I'm too busy reading over the other plotlines to remember my own lmao
I'll get a Norris up tonight mk~
Also @ glow I always make at LEAST one archeologist in each of my worlds, it is inevitable.
I'm always wanting to write history and stuff and it's just such an easy way to do Lore without having to make a stuffy librarian or smth ]]
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Post by Hushabye on Jan 31, 2022 23:50:49 GMT -5
[ Hey Glow! I'm not sure if I'm waiting on a Zanh post? That would be easier to reply than Bell's for now. ^^" ]
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Post by Hushabye on Jan 31, 2022 23:53:41 GMT -5
[ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ I can't find a way to connect mine with your other characters but I think we might be able to work something out with Amilyn? I have Selvan nobles that she could work under, and she could be a spy or double-agent if you prefer! Just an idea ^^" ] |
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Post by โโะพฯ on Feb 1, 2022 0:27:15 GMT -5
KAIVA As she sat in the war room, two fateful things happened: First, Kaiva found herself leaning forward on her elbows as the prince described his plans. Second, when she touched her hand to her cheek, she realized she was noticeably warm. She dropped her hands, sitting on them to banish the forbidden thought that dared to enter her mind. And then she looked at Fenrir again, brow furrowed. For the first time, it occurred to her that he was rather handsome. Odd, she thought. The meeting concluded without her saying anything further. The plans were already in place, and their attendance in the war room was necessary only to relay the relevant information. They were leaving in the morning. And they would take a path under the mountains. They were to bring their weapons and their armor in case they encountered trolls or Selvan spies along the way. None of this phased the female Phoenix. What did phase her, however, was the sudden and heart-attack-inducing realization that she was in love with the next king of Traeterra. Or at very least, interested in him. Or at least, no longer intent on throwing helmets at him. She stifled a bitter laugh when he announced there would be a royal send-off party that night, and each of them would be honored guests. How was an infatuated person supposed to act in this situation? Or any situation for that matter? Kaiva was not used trying to win men over. More often that not, she was the only woman within a hundred miles and a glance was all it took to pique their interest. But this was different. He was a prince. A prince who she had openly disrespected and antagonized. In all likelihood, he was intent on hating her guts, just as she had been a few days prior. So what had changed? This was difficult for her to answer. Perhaps it was seeing him around his family, seeing the vulnerability in his eyes. Perhaps it was his poise in the war room. Or perhaps she was hormonal. She glanced around the table, glad to see no one had been watching her throughout the furious bout of internal dialogue. -------- Though he was long gone, Lexar once again saved the day. The truth was, Kaiva had not been to a party (not counting drinking ale around a campfire) since before she was called to the frontlines at the age of seventeen. She did not know how to act, let alone what to wear or how to perfectly braid her hair into a crown around her head as the women in the capital seemed to do. For the first time in her adult life, she worried if she would be presentable enough. Thankfully one of Lexarโs former mistresses, a woman named Roxella, discovered that Kaiva was in town and delivered a message to her. It read: โHello darling. I heard through the grapevine that you have returned to us. Come see me at my estate when you can. Lexar left several chests of things that I was meant to pass on to you. Canโt wait to kiss your cheek โ Roxella.โHaving nowhere else to go, Kaiva asked one of the castle attendants to prepare Jack and she left as soon as the dust settled from the meeting. (Apparently Fenrir had ordered rooms prepared for all of them, but Kaiva did not learn of this until well after the party.) She remembered that Roxellaโs estate was close to the palace, and she managed to locate it with a little help from the locals. It was a large villa kept neatly behind a wall draped in flowering vines. As soon as Kaiva entered, the door burst open and Roxella came flying down the stairs to throw her arms around the Phoenix. Extravagant as ever, the older woman was dressed in a gown the color of wine. There was more silver in her hair than Kaiva remembered, but she was much the same. โI need your help, Rox,โ Kaiva told her once they had settled into the lounge (Roxella shoved a glass of wine in her hand before she could even take a seat). โIโm only in the capital for one night. Tomorrow I leave with the royal guard on a top secret mission. But tonight thereโs a sending off party andโโ Before she could even complete the sentence, the older woman was squealing with excitement. โOh how perfect! Come with me!โ And with that, Kaiva was being swept upstairs to one of Roxellaโs spare rooms, where a number of wooden chests had already been opened. โLexar sent these to me a few weeks before he moved on. He said everything in them is meant for you, but of course you had no use for them at war, so I stored them for you. Look,โ she walked over and began rifling through one of the chests. โThis one is absolutely filled with dresses. Enough to fill a whole closet. And that one over there has innumerable antique weapons. Be careful not to cut yourself when you sort through it.โAnd that was how Kaiva managed not to attend the party in dusty travel clothes and scuffed boots. -------- No matter how much Roxella tried to prepare Kaiva for the night to come, it would not have been sufficient, and that was not for lack of trying. First she helped the young woman select a dress (a simple black gown with a corset of armored gold) and then fussed over her hair. The remainder of the afternoon was dedicated to going over the rules of etiquette, but this quickly devolved into gossiping about the whole court (Kaiva nodded sleepily, not really listening but happy for the company). She did not divulge her newly discovered feelings for the crowned prince, for she knew that would give Roxella even more fuel to smother her in affection and advice. Besides, her feelings were still impossible to parse even in her own mind. -------- It felt like no time had passed at all before Kaiva was arriving at the ballroom. She did not see anyone she recognized. Bellinor was nowhere to be found, Syd was off exploring the capital, and the royal siblings must have been caught up in various important tasks. She looked for Fenrir but could not see his dark head amongst the crowd. Feet already sore, she kicked her shoes off behind an ornately decorated table, got herself a drink, and then set off exploring. There was much to take in. The people were beautiful and refined; the women in colorful gowns and the men neatly coiffed. There was more food than Kaiva had seen in a single place before. She was too overwhelmed to even attempt finding a plate, so she snuck a piece of ham and carried on her way. A few people happened to recognize her, and asked questions about the war (she regaled them with stories of the Selvan sorcerers). A few others asked her to dance, and she happily obliged despite not knowing the intricate footwork. Similar to on the battlefield, she hovered in the heart of the action. Her head soon began to spin from the alcohol, and her silvery hair began to escape her intricate up-do. She was enjoying herself. It is easy to forget one's troubles when surrounded by new people and loud music.
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Post by *โข.ยธโก๐ฅ๐ข๐ธ๐ฏ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆโกยธ.โข* on Feb 1, 2022 11:57:08 GMT -5
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Feb 1, 2022 15:34:18 GMT -5
( thanks guys (: Iโm back home now. Sitting on the couch lol )
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Feb 1, 2022 17:44:10 GMT -5
( okay I dragged myself upstairs with my parents help and now I am in bed lol time to sleep a bit )
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Feb 1, 2022 20:32:33 GMT -5
( I had 2 popsicles, a milkshake and some Italian ice today. Such a healthy diet, isnโt it! )
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Post by Brownie on Feb 1, 2022 23:29:12 GMT -5
[[ dude popsicles are like health pots
magical healing food ]]
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Feb 1, 2022 23:30:01 GMT -5
( ikr? I got the last blue one while still at the surgical center. It was awesome. One of those freeze pop tubes )
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Feb 2, 2022 4:03:41 GMT -5
( yeah shockingly I donโt feel like actual dirt on these pain meds. They usually give me a wicked bad headache. Canโt complain lol )
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Feb 2, 2022 16:12:31 GMT -5
( still alive )
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Post by Hushabye on Feb 2, 2022 18:51:42 GMT -5
[ Glad you're recovering well! Still trying to get to Bell- he has way more energy than I do ^^"
Fenrir: so we're looking for dragons-
Bell: *jumps up* Yes! *Kicks his chair* YES! Dragons lessgoooo
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Feb 2, 2022 20:17:31 GMT -5
( thanks (: gonna be a rough 4 months but fingers crossed my ankle will be better stabilized and wonโt need a fusion until Iโm much older. Yay, arthritis! )
(Ps I am gonna try to get another post up tomorrow. Iโll steal my laptop back from my mom lol I canโt use my desktop yet cause I gotta keep this ankle propped up as much as possible for a week )
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Post by โโะพฯ on Feb 2, 2022 20:49:43 GMT -5
ZANH Zanh did not know quite what to make of Mokh. He was not as she was (reserved and straight-forward). Perhaps under different circumstances she would be inclined to like and trust him. Her current situation, however, made her skeptical of anything that might be perceived as โgood.โ Being war-minded had made her cold, and she knew it. For that reason, she ran through a thousand possible reasons in her head for why he would arrive at their humble fortress. Was the king unhappy with her progress? Had the Pillars requested Mokh come? Did he have intel on the Traeterrans? No explanation was to her satisfaction, which was why she requested a private audience. People always spoke more plainly in smaller groups, and she hoped he would be honest with his motivations once there was less of an audience. The war room emptied rather quickly. Clearly the Pillars did not want to gossip in the presence of the prince, so they scattered like gutter-rats (Zanh checked her own cynicism at this metaphor and told herself to be a little more forgiving). As they all left, she relaxed her shoulders slightly. A flash of nostalgia for the battlefield washed over her. Soon, she hoped, the planning and scheming would conclude so she could return to what she was truly good at. Seeing as they were only distantly related (eight or more generations back), she knew little about the prince. She was aware of the rumors that they were to be betrothed. More accurately, her father had mentioned some dowry discussions between himself and the king. Her own family, though in possession of land and title, were not as glamorously rich or well-connected as some other possible matchesโ. She had dismissed the event as unlikely to greatly affect her. Surely the king knew she was better suited in her current position than as a dutiful wife. Then again, it might explain why Mokh had arrived so suddenly. Perhaps they wanted to preserve the bloodline, give his future children a better chance of inheriting the ancestral powers which both she and Mokh possessed. Her gaze landed on her sister, who sat patiently where she had been since the beginning of the meeting. Zanh crossed to her, perching on the edge of the table with a soft sigh. โDo you want to come with me to speak with the prince?โ she asked, and it was clear from her tone that some companionship would be welcome. โIโm scared heโs going to propose or something.โ And then she gave a little laugh, dropping her head into her hands. She was glad Rekh was there with her, even if they were not as close as some. There is no better confidant than a sister. ---------- When she arrived in Bydiโs quarters, she offered another sincere apology about the state of the fortress. Her own rooms would have been more comfortable. Living in them for the last few days had at least breathed some life into the stone walls. And there were fewer cobwebs. Then again, Zanh was no snob. Her favorite place in the world was her own fortress up north. It too had been abandoned before she inhabited it. There was something serene about buildings with long forgotten history. In her best impression of politeness, she gave a forced smile when Mokh offered her a seat by the fire. She sat on the edge of the chair, back straight. Only once she opened her mouth did she realize she did not know how to proceed. Should she ask him outright what he was doing there? That seemed a bit forward. She did not want to seem unwelcoming, nor did she want to disregard his superior station. โIโฆโ she started, changed her mind about what she was going to say, and then continued , โIs there news from the capital,โ then a carefully tacked on, โyour highness?โ
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Post by โโะพฯ on Feb 3, 2022 1:31:31 GMT -5
[ Trigger warning, some creepy abuse-of-power-dynamics-stuff going on here, in case you find that kind of thing difficult to read. Nothing too intense, but figured I'd warn anyway c: ]KAIVA Eventually, feet growing sore, she drifted into one of the nearby halls to find a place to sit. An empty corridor seemed promising and she padded into it bare-footed.
She was mistaken in thinking it was vacant. Before she could perch on the windowsill, she sensed motion in the corner of her eye. Suddenly the King was standing before her, his blood-red wings hovering folded behind his shoulders. She jumped and uttered an apology. Before she could slip away, however, Rolnar gripped her arm. He was strong despite his slender frame.
โKaiva,โ he used her first name informally, making her recoil nervously. Her instincts told her to leave as quickly as she could, but the kingโs grip was like a vise around her wrist. Before she could ask him to let her go, he was speaking to her in a low voice, โI forbid you from going on this foolโs errand.โ
Stunned, Kaiva found herself going completely still. Her voice was tainted with shock as she demanded, โWhat? Why?โ
โThe dragons are not under the mountains. They are extinct. I found the last eggs and they were so calcified that scarcely anything could be extracted from them. In ripping you and the others from the battlefield, we are leaving the frontlines vulnerable to attack. Would you abandon your men so quickly? Or do you care nothing for the efforts of this kingdom?โ
He smelled of wine.
Kaiva struggled to find something to say. Uncomfortably aware of how much taller the king was than her, she felt cornered, not to mention stunned. What insanity was he speaking? And why to her rather than his own children? Her body stilled. She looked back down the hallway from which she had come, hoping someone would happen upon them. She knew it would be foolish to argue, despite strongly disagreeing with his tone.
โI-I,โ she stumbled on her words. โI donโt know where this is coming from.โ
โYou do not belong on a wild goose chase into the mines. You belong on the battlefield where your talents are put to use. Or you belong here, in the capital, where you can protect and serve your king.โ
Kaiva searched his face, trying to find his motivation written there somewhere But it eluded her. Her heart was racing faster than she could ever remember. It was rare that she found herself in situations where she felt completely powerless, but this was one of them.
But the king was not finished. โOr do you go on this mission because you have already ensnared my son?" he uttered another statement which took her entirely by surprise.
This time Kaiva released a shocked laugh. At first she did not even know which son he was referring to. Rolnar was addressing her with such familiarity that she could not hide the incredulousness in her voice, โEnsnared who? Fenrir? He thinks very little of me, I assure you. And I havenโt spoken a word to Alistair in my life.โ
But there was a far off look in the kingโs golden eyes. He was looking at her, but at the same time she felt like he didnโt truly see her. If he had, he would have seen how repelled she was by his every word. Instead, she felt his breath on her face as he took another step closer. His left hand rose to rest by her head, blocking her in.
โIt truly is uncanny,โ he said, voice growing softer. โYou look exactly as she did all those years ago.โ
Kaiva's back was pressed against the wall. โWho?โ
โIslanor,โ Her mother. Was that affection in his eyes? Moments after he had accused her of jeopardizing the war efforts? Kaiva had never been so stunned. โYour brow here,โ his thumb brushed lightly across her brow bone, following the shape down to her temple and then her cheek. โAnd your lips.โ
Before the hand could wander further, she flinched away, this time using her strength to pry herself out of his grasp. But he grabbed her again. And this time there was no affection in his voice as he stated, โCease this now. Wouldn't you prefer to be here? Where you can be safe and pampered save for when your skills are needed? Stop struggling before I have you bound and hauled back to the frontlines.โ
โDo it then, I donโt care,โ Kaiva hissed. She would have stomped on his foot had her hers not been bare and his protected by boots.
โYou are not to follow Fenrir into the mountains. I forbid it.โ Both of their voices were raised now.
โThen try to stop me!โ
Rage bloomed across the kingโs face. She did not look away, she stared right back, lifting her chin defiantly. She could hear Syd scolding her in the back of her mind for being so insolent, but it combined with the echoing laughter of her surrogate father. This was bold even for her, but she had no other choice. She would not be bullied into compliance, even by a king.
But she underestimated his determination. Just as she was beginning to duck free, she heard something clatter to the ground. She looked down, eyes widening, to find a lit candle had been thrown onto the hem of her gown. It burst instantly into flame. And then the king was gone, disappearing from the corridor from which he had materialized.
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Post by Hushabye on Feb 3, 2022 2:02:40 GMT -5
[ Do not let Bell catch wind of Kaiva's crush. He'd be the type to ask Fenrir out for her. Bellinor: Oh, you have a free evening? What a coincidence, so does Kaiva! And I just so happen to have this wine and picnic blanket...It'd be a pity for them to go unused, as I have a prior engagement but- Sagremor: Please stop talking you're making it worse. ]
-- Bellinor Listenoise -- Antaving
Bellinor was all smiles- predictably- as he greeted the Traeterran royals that he hadn't seen in what felt like an age.
"Haha~ I am glad that you look well good king!" He gave Rolnar a hearty pat on the back. "And dear Nelmia! What a pleasure to see you again~ Indeed you were much shorter but I see you've grown stronger in the time past, haha~!"
She looked more confident in wearing her wings, with the same wry smile as she lightly teased her brother. Bellinor hadn't spent much time with her when she was younger but felt rather proud all the same. He had a relatively favorable opinion of the draconic royals in general- partly due in part to their being half-dragon in the first place. He really wants to fight them- but now isn't the time...
Even so, his idle observations suggest a strange tension between members of the royal family that he wasn't aware of previously- in particular the king that he regards as a friend for their symbiotic relationship. And Fenrir appears even more taciturn in his presence than when Bell had teased him during their journey. As before, however, now is not the time to dwell on such things.
"Yes, I am anxious to learn of this mysterious secret!" His naturally loud voice is not conducive to secret-keeping. Sagremor ran a tired hand over his face. He'd made the king drink soothing teas of lavender and chamomile in an effort to relax him a bit before entering the palace proper but he seems to be vibrating at a frequency that even dogs would find disorienting.
Bellinor shortened his strides to match them with Kaiva, who had been coming up on his right. She nudged him and flicked her eyes over to an impressive display of golden armor. He grinned cheekily at her and rocked his hand in a 'so-so' before bringing two fingers together and miming a stab to the shoulder through a chink in the pauldron. Fancy but flawed.
Their interaction was cut short when they entered the war room, Sagremor practically dragged him over to sit at Rolnar's right. He deferred to the king's children despite being in a higher station, and left Fenrir to the seat that would better position him for his presentation. Sagremor pinned down his right arm and he gave the younger man a bemused smile before looking back to Fenrir.
Sagremor's preemptive action saved them from a huge upset when Bellinor almost surged from his chair. "Dragons?!"
He breathed, for once too stunned and delighted to use his characteristic boisterous tone. A manic grin split his face as he remained on the edge of his seat, gaze darting back to Rolnar.
The king listened intently to every word, leaning forward to inspect all of Fenrir's proofs, careful not to touch them so as to avoid offense or harming them in any way.
"That is a fantastic plan!" He decided, head whipping back to his fellow king and assaulting Sagremor with a face full of hair. "I am honored that you find me valuable enough to accompany your son on such an undertaking. You have my gratitude and so I will not fail you in defiance of this journey's end, whether these dragons exist or not. I will make it so."
His Ash Collector shot him an astonished look, as the king appeared truly moved. And then he was right back to his usual jovial self. Sagremor was again blinded by an obsidian queue of hair as his next words were directed at Fenrir.
"For your sake, I will hope for a reasonable amount of danger. Any of the remainder you may leave to me~!"
Not just a quest, a dangerous journey into the unknown! Bell may just cry happy tears. ---
Bellinor was treated to one of the grander rooms. Under normal circumstances, he would appreciate them for their ostentatiousness and amuse himself with comforts his battle-hardened castle fortress couldn't offer- but as the next day was such a pivotal one, he couldn't even consider sleep. Sagremor's room was placed next to Bell's but he ended up in there anyway, curling up by the fire and pretending to listen to the passionate ranting.
He had been able to tune it out so far, but the Phoenix mentioned a celebratory send-off and he poked his head over the absurdly comfortable chair with wide eyes. "Ball?" His panicked expression sealed his fate.
Bellinor took this to mean he had nothing to wear- he didn't- and subsequently dragged him over to some mystery female friend with whom he flirted and exchanged material goods. His own, it turned out. He had traveled to the continent under the mantle of king, with all the necessary accompaniments despite his modest leanings.
Apparently he trusted this 'Matilda' to watch over the possessions that couldn't be moved from one war camp to another.
Bellinor was a bit late to the ball- not because of a liaison with Matilda, at least- while he had 'settled his affairs' as soon as the meeting concluded, he wanted one more inspection of all his belongings before he left. He also made it a point to thank and bid farewell to the men who had accompanied him thus far. Sagremor's gelding Firebrand was also switched out for one of Bell's warhorses, a black charger named Love.
"His name is well-earned!" The king had said as the stallion slammed against the stall door he had been leaning on. ---
Bellinor naturally turned heads, if only to look up at him- but he was well-suited for it tonight.
He wore a perfectly tailored coat of maroon and onyx with an off-shoulder mantle of white spotted fur. Rather than wear a tunic beneath, he opted for a black vest styled in fashion deserving of his current station- a knight commander with golden pins to denote his rank. His white gloves were laced with silver to mimic gauntlets, though his knuckles were truly covered in steel. Just in case he had the opportunity to punch someone~
Bell glided across the ballroom on tall silver-heeled boots, the silken banner of his hair streaming behind him; every movement is accompanied by the tinkle of bells. He doesn't need to tie his hair up tonight, so a simple braid interwoven with scarlet beribboned bells lining the center of his head keeps hair out of his eyes, and pins in the shape of five-pointed stars at his temples allow for it to frame his sharp face without obstructing his peripheral.
This, in addition to his height, allowed him to spot Kaiva's silvery hair amongst the whirlwind of colors and he made a beeline toward her. Unfortunately, he was repeatedly waylaid by people who vaguely knew him or wished to know him. He entertained them patiently, introducing his Ash Collector before returning the attention to himself. |
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Post by Hushabye on Feb 3, 2022 2:03:35 GMT -5
[Oof posted too late! Let me amend that-]
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Feb 3, 2022 2:09:37 GMT -5
( Alistair is gonna come to her rescue )
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