Griselda had every intention of going to the blacksmith shop to talk with Leon about what she will be doing at the shop. She was so excited about going there and not moping around in the dorm room. She even made a note in her journal about her experience yesterday and how she must get up early to get to the blacksmith shop. Unfortunately, she will not be able to visit Leon today. This morning she woke up with a fever. She would have gone to the shop but Catherine insisted that she stay in bed. The princess promised to go to the blacksmith shop and inform him that Griselda is in bed recovering from her fever, although this would be after Catherine visited the infirmary and brought some medicine for Griselda to drink. There was not much she can do but rest and eat bits and pieces throughout the day. A feeling of guilt kept her awake throughout the day. She did not like having to break a promise to someone, but this was out of her hands. Hopefully, Leon is a forgiving man and he will give her another chance to be his apprentice.
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❀ ✿ι αм:[Griselda Hawkins] ❀ ✿мσηєу:[None] ❀ ✿ωнαт αм ι ∂σιηg:[Going to class.] ❀ ✿ωнєяє αм ι:[Dorm Room] ❀ ✿ωнαт αм ι ωєαяιηg:[Pajammies] ❀ ✿мαякιиgѕ:[On Her Back] ❀ ✿ςσи∂ιтισи:[Fever] ❀ ✿αςςєит:[You like my voice?] ❀ ✿OOC: [Griselda exits the Dorm Room]
Today proved to be an uneventful day for Griselda, although she has no one to blame but herself. She did not get out of her dorm room except for two things: self-combat training and food. The former she did only once for about two hours before she felt that her heel was going to give up. Anytime she wanted to eat something, she would go to the academy's cafeteria to get food. Aside from those two things, she secluded herself to her dorm, staring off into the ceiling and pondered. Is there something wrong with her? Why is it so difficult for her to speak to her classmates? Why is she so afraid of forming attachments? It would not be the first time her heart is broken if she loses friends and loved ones again, but if she keeps to herself, she does not have to go through that emotional pain again. However, is it worth risking her sanity and spirit? This is a lot for Griselda to think about, so she started writing once again after having stopped for a while after Catherine's departure. Most of her writing are letters to her father, who has been doing his best to keep in touch with her and offer his love and support to her. Needless to say, it has been helping her get by on a daily basis. When she finished writing for the day, she spent the rest of the day catching up on homework and sleeping.
This has to be an unfortunate idea for Griselda. Since waking up this morning, she could not get out of bed due to a fever. She is not sure how she got this fever aside from being out in the cold for too long during one of her self-training sessions. She thought about going to class in spite of her illness, but the second thought that she could potentially pass this illness onto her fellow classmates kept her from doing so. Hopefully, she will be pardoned for her absence after going to the infirmary and have the doctor write something that will confirm that she was feeling sick today. For now, all she can do is stay in bed until she feels well enough to get out of bed to go to the infirmary.
"This...has to be one of the worst days ever...I don't think the teachers are going to be so forgiving."
﴾.The power to protect The wisdom to lead The courage to face it all Am I worthy of these gifts? THIRD YEAR|STUDENT﴿
The weather has not been kind to Griselda. Training on her own in the cold can be great, but there is always the risk that she can get sick. Unfortunately, that is what happened to her. After training for several days in the harsh winter and snow, she is now suffering from a fever. She had to force herself to get out of bed and visit the infirmary. The doctor prepared a medicine for her to take throughout the day and she was told to take it easy today. She hates missing class, but she would be distraught if she ended up getting someone else sick. Here she is, in her dorm room, all alone. It has been a while since Catherine left and nothing has changed for the better for Griselda. She has been struggling to establish new relationships. It is as if she is retreating further and further into herself to the point that she may as well be invisible. What can she do about this? She does not know. If only her dad were here. He always has something to say or do that will point her in the right direction. Right now, all she can do is rest on her bed, crying, sneezing and coughing frequently.
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﴾.The power to protect The wisdom to lead The courage to face it all Am I worthy of these gifts? THIRD YEAR|STUDENT﴿
♦♦♦Nephthys Adler♦♦♦ Profile {.+. } OOC {"Exit To Artisan Streets"}
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"I'm up!"The teen shouted as a resounding BOOM echoed outside her window. She'd shot up and lost her balance immediately in her disoriented state, having to grab the post of her bed to prevent herself from falling to the floor. It took her a moment to remember where she was, as she was still adjusting to dorm life, even two months later. While she and her aunt didn't always see eye to eye, it had been nice to be around family. Her roommate was a bit easier to deal with these days, but the dorm would never fully compare to having that sense of 'home' nearby any time she felt low. Still clinging to the post, she hesitated to see if there was any follow up to the cannon-like sound. Although a few startled birds and curious students had emerged, there were no other sounds of a war or struggle. Nephthys moved over to the window, grabbing her robe off the back of a chair and wrapping it around her. She peaked around the curtain to peer out the window without disturbing Griselda if she were still sleeping. There were plenty of mornings where one girl would wake before the other and leave without disturbing the other's slumber. "What's all the fuss about?"She muttered, before a large yawn escaped her.
She did notice quite a few people rushing about down below as if trying to get to or away from some area rather quickly but the chaos looked more roused by gossip than fear. The young woman pulled away from the window and dressed in a simple dress, a corset, tights, and flats over her boots today. She would be meeting her friends at the blacksmith later and, as she'd never been in the shop before, she wanted to dress simply and in a way that didn't totally hinder her movements. Nephthys grabbed her bag and ran a brush through her hair before slipping out of the dorm room as quietly as she could, hoping that she hadn't startled her roommate herself had the girl slept through the thunderous sound.
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Posted: Fri Mar 29, 2019 8:16 pm
♦♦♦Nephthys Adler♦♦♦ Profile {.+. } OOC {"Entry for new day; exit to elective"}
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Nephthys awoke with a start, her body covered in cold sweat. She'd been very tired yesterday after the anxiety and practice she'd been through, so she'd fallen asleep rather quickly. The issue had been staying asleep, as she was more restless than she'd ever been since moving to the school. She noted the light coming in to the room from the window and was grateful it was finally time to leave. She slid out of bed, conflicted. Today was elective class, but she still hadn't heard from Camilla or Kayle and was still oblivious to her friend's condition. Night terrors of Camilla being hurt- or worse- caused her to groan and toss and turn all night long. She debated on where to go as she dressed for the day in a simple skirt-shirt-corset- and shoes outfit: should she bother reporting to another empty classroom or should she scour the school- or the city, if that's what it took, to find out what was going on. She ultimately decided on a compromise. She would visit class, and if no one was there, she wouldn't bother wasting another day. The teen grabbed her bag and set off briskly toward beginner's combat.
Nephthys woke up completely starved. She'd spent so much time catering to her friend yesterday, she'd failed to replenish herself. The fact that she'd emptied the contents of her stomach in to the infirmary's trash can weighed heavily on her as she dressed this late morning. She was so happy it was finally warm enough to leave her coat behind. She wore a sleeveless top over comfortable shorts and her flats instead of her boots. She intended to treat herself this morning by visiting the bakery to gorge herself on as many breads and bread-like items as she could get her hands on. She wasn't sure if her roommate was sleeping in harder than she was or if she was already gone for the day, but nonetheless was considerate as she left the room and closed the door as gently as possible behind her.
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Yami Miyagawa
Posted: Wed Apr 17, 2019 4:59 pm
▲ The power to protect The wisdom to lead
Griselda cannot believe that she has overslept to the point that most of the day is already gone. She must have pushed herself too hard in her studies the previous day. This is the year she has to graduate from this academy and move on to doing something different. She knows that she is dedicated to schoolwork. She loves all things pertaining to combat, weaponry and literature. There has to be something for her relating to one, two or all three of things outside of simply studying at an academy as a student. Therefore, that is why she is hard at work. However, she overworked herself this time, and now she is feeling the results of that work: headache and soreness. Still, she has to get out of bed and do something to make the day worth something. Once out of bed, she grabbed biscuits from her bag and munched on two of them before grabbing one of her books, opened it to the last page she finished reading and started reading again. This book wasn't for school. It is something she likes to read for fun. A book about legends of old, the kind where the knight must save the princess in distress from a fire breathing dragon. In this book, Griselda struggles who she feels more attached to: the princess or the knight. She is capable of protecting herself and others like the knight, but it would be nice to have someone who will protect her like a princess.
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///BASICINFORMATION
NAME ▲ [Griselda Hawkins]
AGE ▲ [19]
GENDER ▲ [Female]
EYE COLOR ▲ [Green]
HAIR COLOR ▲ [Red]
HAIR LENGTH ▲ [Mid-Back]
HEIGHT ▲ [5'6]
WEIGHT ▲ [130 lbs]
SEXUAL ORIENTATION ▲ [Bisexual]
ETHNICITY ▲ [English]
/(Am I worthy of these gifts?)▲▼(I will forge my destiny)
Griselda finished reading another two chapters from her book before she decided it was enough. Reading is fun, but having something to eat outside of biscuits is a necessity that she cannot skip out on. A quick brush of her hair and putting on decent clothes is enough for her to step out of her dorm and away from the academy to grab a quick bite to eat from the market district. Her meal of choice was a pottage stew with a slice of bread. A hearty meal that filled her stomach and should keep her going until the next day. Upon returning to the dormitory, she pulled out her notes from prior classes and began studying them. Some of these notes were based on what her teachers said, others were her own words after she had time to self-reflect on her own skills and raiment. There is always room to improve, such as her footwork, pushing herself slightly to extend the range of her raiment, and so on.
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///BASICINFORMATION
NAME ▲ [Griselda Hawkins]
AGE ▲ [19]
GENDER ▲ [Female]
EYE COLOR ▲ [Green]
HAIR COLOR ▲ [Red]
HAIR LENGTH ▲ [Mid-Back]
HEIGHT ▲ [5'6]
WEIGHT ▲ [130 lbs]
SEXUAL ORIENTATION ▲ [Bisexual]
ETHNICITY ▲ [English]
/(Am I worthy of these gifts?)▲▼(I will forge my destiny)
♦♦♦Nephthys Adler♦♦♦ Profile {.+. } OOC {"End of previous day, beginning of new day, exit dorm"}
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Nephthys hadn't slept well after nosing abut town the day before once she'd left the bakery. She'd opted for a long, hot bath this morning to help loosen her muscles. At some point, she must have dozed off in the tub, considering the sound of her roommate either coming or going had roused her. She rubbed her eyes and reached for her towel, dried and dressed in her favorite outfit. She hadn't worn it since the festival, since it reminded her of the time she almost died. However, she felt far more confident in her abilities since then, what with all the training she'd been putting in on her own as well as alongside Camilla. The thought of her friend made her realize she hadn't seen her since Nephthys left Kayl's dorm the other night. She would stop by there to see if Camilla was still there and, if not, she was sure Kayl would know where his beloved was.
