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 Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2018 6:59 pm
As the day grows darker, a massive bonfire of scrap wood is being assembled into the kindling for a bonfire. The bonfire is currently lit.
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2018 4:40 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2018 4:33 pm
 𝒮𝓃𝑜𝓌 ❅ 𝒟𝑒𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑜𝓇𝑒 I am here: Near the pile of wood
With: Felix "One day, I'll be able to brave the world" ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎ Snow left the club booth area, proud of herself for managing to succeed in a social situation. Ethan seemed really nice, and she was actually kind of looking forward to being a part of the club. As she walked, though, she realized she had forgotten to sign the roster for the tea club! She lamented that fact for a moment, but remembered that Ethan said the club was open to everyone. He'd know which day they meet then, right? She could ask him when she saw him again, and go to their next meeting and become an official member of their group! Snow smiled at the thought, before finding herself face-to-face with the crowd that had caused her to flee earlier.
Snow balled up her fists, knowing that in a school setting she would be forced to deal with crowds all the time. So she made her way in, trying to ignore the suffocating feeling of having people all around her. After a minute, she found she couldn't stand it, and made a break-free from the crowd. She ran without paying attention to where she was going, and only realized her mistake when she heard Nammii make a loud caw. "Huh?" Snow wondered, but it was too late. The girl made contact with something on the floor, and was sent flying, landing in a heap in front of it.
"Ow..." Snow lamented, before making eye contact with what she tripped on. Or rather, who she tripped on. Crouched there on the floor was a brown haired boy who looked to be a couple years older than her. Snow's face turned tomato red, and her mouth gaped like a fish until she could find words. "OhmygoshI'msosorryareyouokay?" The words tumbled out of Snow's mouth, as she held her hands out to the boy, in apology or help. "I'msosorry I wasn't paying attention thisisallmyfault!" she said again, checking the boy over for any obvious injury, ignoring her own scrapes that had caused her to rip her tights at the knee. ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎ ((ooc: ))
((outfit: same as picture))
((toeto))
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2018 6:45 pm
 
height:6'1" weight:~195lbs (+70ish in weights) profile: link ▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁
Early morning routine had been the same as always. The appropriate weights were selected, training apparel was donned, physical training routine was completed, followed up by weapons training. Back home for a shower and a change by the time most were waking. Some variables changed, but the broad strokes were the same. For instance, the scenery was old but new, familiar to Emmyth but he was newly reunited with it after a few years. There were no acquaintances, as of yet, to spar with, so training dummies were used. The weapon of choice today was Dorte, one of his swords.
After using all that energy, the man sat down to a large, but simple breakfast alone in his home. For a while, still part of the routine on days he had no proir engagements, Emmyth would read. A task for his mind while he rested for a calculated amount of time. Then he was back to practicing. Today, he’d trained into the afternoon, not intensive, sweat drenching work like in the morning, but more methodical, thoughtful tuning. This was something of a meditative state for the man, usually he would dwell on the many reactions he could make to a singular action.
Alas, it was a festival day, and Emmyth realized time away from his work was necessary. The sun was crawling towards the horizon by the time the man had gone to check the booths for any notable weapons. He’d carefully inspected what offerings he could find but chose to buy nothing. A brief stop was made to his club’s booth, but nothing in particular was occurring there. Not one to stand idly, Emmyth wandered the grounds, eyes flickering to inspect the weapons of any who carried them. He liked to guess at the weapon’s personality, and how it liked its owner. He was a … different kind of people watcher.
The smell of wood filled the air, mixed with the scent of festival foods. Vividly red eyes scanned over the growing pile of kindling which was still being assembled. Lips pressed into a thin line as he thought of his Uncle, he wondered if he was still making wooden swords for children as a hobby. He should visit him… but going to that forge, going home, made him think of his mother. A pang of grief and longing propelled the half-elf into action. The wood was rough, splinters threatening to poke between the fabric of his gloves, but the repetitive action of picking it up and chucking it onto the pile was… not exactly cathartic, but relaxing nonetheless.
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LOCATED: Bonfire xxx COMPANY: No One
WEARING: This + Sword + Weights ooc: ---
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2018 12:57 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2018 7:40 pm
𝒮𝓃𝑜𝓌 ❅ 𝒟𝑒𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑜𝓇𝑒 I am here: Bonfire
With: Felix "One day, I'll be able to brave the world" ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎ Being called a "lassie" made Snow pause for a moment, but did nothing to stop her profuse apologizing. She just felt so bad. The boy was covered in random wood chips from being pushed too close towards the bonfire, and Snow almost reached to pull pieces of wood off of him before pulling her hand back. He hadn't taken her hand to get up, and it was a high likelihood that he didn't want to be touched. Him telling her that is was her fault caused her mouth to snap shut, however. He was right, of course, but the blunt way he put it surprised Snow. She must have really made him mad.
Snow clamped her mouth shut to not apologize again when he snapped at her, asking her if this was the proper way to treat someone she had just met. Her eyes filled with tears threatening to fall, and Nammii on her shoulder gave the boy a murderous glare. I messed up sooo bad, Snow lamented in her head, about to turn on her heel and run away. A sigh from the boy caught her attention instead, and she turned to look back at the boy as he apologized. She wiped away the unshed tears with her knuckle, and nodded at the boy. "I-it's alright. I, um, I understand. I don't uh, uh r-really like people either," she said to him.
When the boy looked down her legs, Snow blushed slightly and followed his gaze. She was only slightly surprised to be met with the sight of her shredded tights and bloody knees. She was so clumsy that the skin around her knees was more scar than skin at this point. She was incredibly disappointed at the fact that she had ruined her tights, however. The first thing she had done after getting her Queen Cordelia letter was to donate all the lumberjack-esque clothing she had worn living in the woods and using the little money she had buying cuter clothes. To have already torn a pair of tights before school had even begun didn't bode well. "Oh, uh, do you know where I can-can go to clean them up?" Snow asked the boy, tears threatening in her eyes again. Maybe she should just call it a night and go back to her room for the evening. She had a first aid kit there, and she wouldn't run the risk of upsetting anyone else there. ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎ ((ooc: I have no current plans to send Snow back to her room))
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2018 5:40 pm
 
Althea hovered over the crowd from the food vendor and drifted towards the bonfire. Her hair tends to get caught in various things in crowded places and she did not want to fish watches or zippers out of her hair. Many of the people starred at her hair, almost mistaking it for a low drifting cloud, but she kept out of reach of curious hands. She gently seated herself down onto a long log bench near the bonfire, “It’s still not time?” She mumbled as she vacantly stared at the pile of wood as she lightly nibbled on an over-seasoned French fry she held between her lips in the corner of her mouth like a cigarette. The zesty smell of spicy seasoning filled her nostrils. She held a warm cup of fries in her hand that were coated in seasoning. She glanced up at the sky and glared at the little bit of daylight that remained, “Come on sun, go to sleep already. I wanna see the big fire-AGH!” She paused as she gagged on a bit of the seasoning that tickled her throat, her left eye watered as she coughed away the irritations. The fry fell onto the floor during the commotion. It lay on the cold floor to soon become a feast for ants. She lightly nudged the fry off to the side after she finished coughing. She felt a little guilty not being able to eat it, and moved it till it was out of her sight; Where is a dog when you need them…Sorry little fry…She sighed.
A purple tarantula quickly crawled out of her hair and stepped onto her left shoulder. It curiously watched while she coughed. The Tarantula raised one of it’s legs and lightly tapped her face. She glanced over towards the creature neat her face and lightly rubbed the back of her hand against her lips. She smiled at the Tarantula as she pulled another fry from her cup and placed it between her lips, “I’m good, I’m good. Thanks Fuzzy.” She said as she gently rubbed the tip of her index finger on top of his hairy head. Fuzzy accepted the affection and gently tapped his front legs on her shoulder like a little happy dance. She looked down at the fry cup in her hand, the can still feel the residual warmth through the paper cup. She lightly tilted the cup to shift the fries around inside. Fuzzy looked around the site, with his small black beady eyes. He always gets a tad nervous that someone will squish him.
“Want one?” She asked as she grabbed another French fry and held it up to fuzzy with a smile. Fuzzy simply stared at the fry before turning towards her face while one of his legs raised up to reject her offer with a small push. She lightly frowned but realized this was to be expected, “Oh, right-but it’s potato! You can’t blame me for asking, potatoes are amazing!” She said as she ate a few more fries. Her cheeks turned red from the as the heat from the spice numbed her mouth. She lightly sniffed as her nose started to run a little; oh yeah, that’s the good stuff.. She smiled as she lightly shook her shoulders in delight. Fuzzy held on for dear by digging the tiny little claws on the end of his feet into her jacket until she stopped, “Hmmm, maybe you’d like a spicy cricket?” She muttered as she whipped some of the snot on her sleeve. Then again she never watched him eat. Fuzzy angrily raised his front legs as she cleaned her nose; she paused as she glanced at his angry stance. She slowly lowered her sleeve away from her clean nose, “I forgot to grab some napkins, and you should have reminded me!” She hissed back, fuzzy angrily flailed his legs at her, “Then maybe you should weave me a napkin or something if you’ll get such a stick up your butt about it!” She crossed her arms with a loud ‘hmph!’, fuzzy threw his legs down and stomped back into her fluffy hair, “Such an old man, I swear…” She grumbled
She glanced back over to the woodpile as a small bit of snot leaked from her nose again. She felt a little odd waiting for wood to burn when all her family ever did back home protect sacred forests. The little spirits that slinked around dad not appeared bothered. They seemed excited to watch the fire. She noticed someone standing by the woodpile, adding more wood for the fire show. Her gaze slowly dropped down towards the person’s bottom, well it wasn’t like she could stare at his face from were she sat; Nice shape, but looks a little too firm She thought to herself as a soft whistle escaped her lips. She began to slowly tilt her head to the side to see if she could see his face when the weight of her hair nearly made her fall over. She palmed the palm of her free hand on the bench to catch herself before she fell off the bench. She burst out in laughter, “What the heck was that?!” She straightened her posture as she whipped the snot from her nose again with her sleeve. She glanced back over to the male again, who seemed to be staring at the wood now. The flavor of sour cotton candy popped on her tongue. She raised an eyebrow and stood up from the log bench and walked straight over without hesitation. “HEY! WOOD you like a fry?” Althea asked as she held out a cup of warm spicy seasoned fries towards hm with a cheeky smile.
(WOOOOOOO. What the Tarantula looks like )
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Posted: Fri Nov 23, 2018 12:06 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2018 1:53 pm
height:6'1" weight:~195lbs (+70ish in weights) profile: link ▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁
Crack! Clatter~
Juuuuust at the top of the pile, the piece of wood snapped into its new home, but displaced the wood around it, causing pits and pieces to cascade down the side of the pile. Many caught on the jagged edged of other wood, stopped here or there, but a couple of pieces clattered all the way down to the bottom. It didn’t appear wood mountain would no longer be gaining other height unless it also grew in width.
Discontent with the notion of ceasing his actions just yet. Emmyth knelt down, his boots creasing as he balanced on his balls of his feet, the frills of his trench coat spreading out on the ground behind him, Dorte just tapping the floor, as he carefully picked through the pieces of wood that were scattered on the ground. Gloved hands picked out a small gnarled piece, maybe a bit of old furniture. It fit nicely in his palm, and would certainly stick higher in the pile.
thud, thud, thud
Soft sound of approaching footsteps brought with them a lightly spicy smell, mixing in with the overwhelming scent of wood. Rising back to his feet, the half-elf hummed to himself, scanning the pile for a good spot even as the footsteps came to a stop next to him, a peppy, energetic voice yelling a… pun at him? Crimson red eyes flickered towards the source as he tossed the little gnarl.
plink
It landed softly in a crevice as Emmyth’s glance turned into a stare. It wasn’t the cheeky smile, the cup of fries with the spicy scent emanating from it, or the pun that had brought the man to a pause. It was that hair. Curly hair was not terribly shocking, nor the vivid color, but the sheer volume of it was staggering. It appeared cumbersome in every sense of the word. Not suitable for a knight, smithy, or just having a quick morning routine. It may have been a weird tangent for him mind to go off on, considering those things may not relate to the woman, but Emmyth could not help but imagine how heavy such a mane might feel, and how in the way it would be in combat.
Realizing he was staring, the half-elf frowned, hands finding their way into his pockets as he adjusted his weight from one foot to the other. ”No. Thank you.” Words were abrupt, not harsh per se, but there wasn’t any hesitation or amusement. In fact, it was hard to track an emotion behind them. He didn’t feel the need to explain his reasoning or add to the conversation. It would have been clear he’d been staring at her hair before, but now the man’s eyes were fixed on her own. He looked like he was waiting for her to say what she wanted. He didn’t believe she’d approached him simply to offer him food… for some reason. His earlier feelings of grief lingered somewhat, but the unexpected encounter had largely taken him mind off of it.
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LOCATED: Bonfire xxx COMPANY: Althea
WEARING: This + Sword + Weights ooc: I'm so sorry he's helpless at pushing conversation forward @~@ -feels baaaad-
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2018 3:17 pm
𝒮𝓃𝑜𝓌 ❅ 𝒟𝑒𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑜𝓇𝑒 I am here: Bonfire
With: "Francis" "One day, I'll be able to brave the world" ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎ Snow smiled slightly when she saw the boy's smirk in response to her saying that she didn't like people as well. She thought for a moment about telling him why--that she had been bullied mercilessly when she had been in school, and after her parents had taken her out she barely interacted with anyone besides them. But she was pretty sure that the boy didn't care about her life story, and instead kept her mouth shut. When the boy spoke again, however, it caused Snow to c**k her head to the side and stare at him curiously. His accent seemed to drop, and he sounded almost like an entirely different person. His face went blank for a moment, as though processing the change. In his proper accent, he told her that disliking people was a "fine outlook on life". Not wanting to be rude and asking what had happened to his voice, Snow simply nodded to his words.
The subject changed to Snow's shredded knees, and Snow stood staring at the holes in her tights with tears in her eyes. The boy revealed that he didn't know where to go to clean up, and Snow sniffed and wiped the tears from her eyes again. She wasn't entirely sure what a "fortnight" was, but she assumed it had to be some kind of small timeframe. Her gaze moved from her knees back to his face when he suggested he would go with her to look for a place to get some help. "Y-you don't-" Snow started to say, before Nammii squawked loudly in her ear, shutting her up. She was going to tell the boy that he didn't have to help, and she'd just go to her room, but Nammii was reacting mutinously. She hopped off Snow's shoulder and onto the boy's, as though telling Snow to take the help.
Snow, however, was more aghast than anything. "Nammii! Why are you being so bad today! Get off of him!" Snow said, waving her hand at the boy's shoulder in an effort to get the bird to budge. The bird barely even reacted, giving Snow a solid look that said "I could be here all day." Sighing in defeat, Snow looked as the boy pulled out a cloth from his bag. He introduced himself as Francis, stuttering for a moment on the word. Snow, being a frequent stutterer, didn't take much notice. "M-my name is, um, Snow," she said to him with a shy smile, taking the cloth. Nammii, seemingly pleased, hopped off of Francis' shoulder and back onto Snow's.
Snow bent over to press the cloth to her knees, attempting to sop up the worst of the blood. She'd scraped them up pretty bad, and her left one was still bleeding a little bit. She frowned at the wound, before looking back up at Francis. "There would be, um, a uh, nurse's office in the main building, right?" she asked him. At a school known for its knighthood program, it would be logical that there would be a nurse's office somewhere. Maybe the pair could go look for it? ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎ ((ooc: ))
((outfit: same as picture))
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2018 1:39 pm
Althea noticed his gaze was first aimed at her hair; she shifted the weight from left to right to even let her long fluffy ponytail sway behind her. She winkled her nose a little as the spice from the fries tickled her nostrils, as she lightly rubbed her thumb and index finger together to remove the spicy seasoning and salt from her fingers. The Witch was quite used to people staring at her hair, so much she hardly noticed. When she was younger she used to have mixed feelings whenever others stared. It was like she was walking around with a giant pimple on her head that everyone gawked at. She wanted to cut it all off, but her mother never let it. As she grew older she realized how silly it was to feel ashamed or embarrassed, and grew to love it. She had grown used to the weight of her hair- though it was a tad lighter then one would think, and if she ever had a headache or a sore neck she would simply levitate it to relive any pains. When he looked at her, she had to raise her head slightly to meet his gaze.
Althea broke out in laughter when their eyes met; the sour grape flavor had disappeared from her taste buds, and her cheeriness had not dimmed from his response or demeanor. She always felt a rush of excitement when she spoke to others; especially strangers, “I like your voice mister, so serious! Kinda like a frozen river thawing in the spring- Wait, that might be a strange thing to say…Meh.” She snickered as she slowly rocked her balance from the tip of her toes to the back of her heel. She snapped to a serious- well as serious as she could be- demeanor. Althea narrowed her bright violet gaze at the male, “Aww, boooo. Are you sure? Potatoes are amazing! Are you bad with spicy food or something?” Althea asked as she eyed the spicy on the fries as her gaze traveled over to the large pile of wood beside them. From this close, she could tell it was not all from the same tree, like a pile of lost puzzle pieces neatly stacked together, “I thought all that work deserved a delicious fry reward.” She grinned as she picked up another fry and lightly twirled it in front of her face; a few spice specs trickled off. She realized it was not the best prize, but it was the best thing she had on hand.
She poked one of the logs and lightly pressed the tip of her finger against the rough bark. She slowly pushed the log back as if it were a Jenga block, but not enough for it to fall out of place, ”Do you like watching Bonfires?” She curiously asked while she placed the fry into her mouth, and contently chewed on the potato slice. The heat of the spice filled her cheeks with warmth and a pink hue as she patiently waited for an answer. She wondered if his answers would be as brief as before. Of course the Witch did not mind, her friend Fuzzy cannot speak at all but that does not stop her from jabbering away. She was also eager to see the bonfire begin. If anything this chat just killed time while she waited for the fire show to begin.
(WOOOOOOO. Lol, no worries, Althea can talk up a storm from just one word.
What the Tarantula looks like )
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2018 6:33 pm
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It was a strange thing to say. Emmyth only frowned slightly at the analogy she used to describe his voice. Clearly, she meant it as a compliment, but the half-elf was unsure to what end a young girl would offer him fries and compliment him, out of nowhere. Perhaps she knew of him, and was spurred on by curiosity of his story, which had scattered rumors across the city many years ago and still could be heard in echoes now and then. Or… she had no other motive than to approach a stranger.
”I wouldn’t know, but I have already eaten.” It was Emmyth’s turn to say something odd. How did someone not know their tolerance to spice? Once more, he didn’t seem to feel the need to explain himself, she would have to ask specifically, if she wished to know. ”I only placed a few pieces.” Red eyes glanced to the bonfire pile. Surely it would be afire soon. He had no particular interest to watch it, but he was not currently drawn to any other location at the festival.
Her question came only a moment after his thought about the fire, causing Emmyth’s crimson eye’s to land back on the wild-haired girl, having that odd feeling like she’d caught onto his thought. Of course she hadn’t, it was a silly thought. ”I’d rather stand before the fire of a forge.” Speaking honestly, the man’s hands settled into his pockets as he started to walk away from the wood, expecting it to be lit soon. ”Might stay, might not.” He hadn’t made up his mind, he still needed to kill a bit more time until he went back to training, it was important not to overwork himself, but few other things held his attention. It was easy to say that the study and use of weapons was his entire life. That could change, but for now, it held true.
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LOCATED: Bonfire xxx COMPANY: Althea
WEARING: This + Sword + Weights ooc: Sorry for the waaaiiiiit, and that is shooooort, bleeerrgghh
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2018 6:04 pm
  One does not know their destiny,
Nor the sacrifice it takes.
But when a purpose is revealed,
A new person it makes.
Now bound by life and name
Though weight is all but the same.
Life brings the weight of expectation.
Name brings the weight of lamentation. Fall. Such a lovely season where ever Reshwyn went. The warm colors bursting all around as seasons changed, though contrasted by the chill weather foreshadowing the winter to come. The chill in Aeston wasn't quite as extreme as back home in the Icelands, which was a nice change, being that it allowed for wonderful long sleeves, tights, and light jackets. And what better outfit to fit this criteria than Reshwyn's formal uniforms; an outfit she quite liked and had a few of to rotate through. Their cut was just perfect, accentuating her slight figure just enough to distract from any lacking areas, the flared skirt a bit fun with it's long twin tails, and her wide tie which was emblazoned with the royal crest of Glaiderre topped by a small tiara for her position. If she was to represent her home here at this prestigious school, she might as well make it a bit more obvious, though a little unsure how many would recognize such a crest. But, either way, today it was slightly hidden. For against the navy blues of her dress was the stark contrast of snow white fur. Clinging to her left shoulder, Doerin dozed peacefully, small head tilted inward around Reshwyn's neck, sleek body slung behind and over her right shoulder, with the tail hanging down to half cover her crest and wrap its way around Reshwyn's clasped hands. It was a perfect, ladylike decoration that only added to the princess's natural beauty. Granted she would probably argue with natural, as she knows it has been years of conditioning and care to create such work of art, but everyone at the palace always says there has to be some degree of natural to achieve such a feat. But what is a young princess to do.
To most unwatchful eyes, Doerin would almost look like nothing but a skin for wear. Truthfully Doerin wasn't quite dozing (though maybe a little after the long day of travel and paperwork). She was still on high alert to keep her charge safe, sense of smell and magic aura keeping tabs on those around. It was a slight pain to sift through all the wonderful food smells of the festival, but she was able to keep them mostly in line. Doerin had to if she was to keep up her perpetual job. To those looking a little closer, they might notice the life in the little fox, a slightly twitching nose, and ears swaying every now and then. This also kept Reshwyn at ease, as it was evidence of her friends's ever watchfulness. That of course, "friend," was still slightly unusual to Doerin. She still referred to her charge as "Princess," "My Lady," or even simply "Miss." This was of course met with much pleading to be called otherwise, as Reshwyn wanted to be a friend as well, but Doerin was too traditional.
Reshwyn was in a completely different world, one filled with treats and smells and trinkets. She slowly strode by the vendor stalls holding herself with grace and poise as she moved through the crowd, each stall more fantastic than the last. And yet she still couldn't decide on what to have for the evening. There were even some from back home in the Icelands which really helped sooth her homesick senses. But when her eyes fell on a stall with a tray of tea and biscuits, she knew. "Something simple for this evening, yes? How can one go wrong." Her words came smooth and melodic, though to no one in particular. Soon she was before the booth, smiling graciously as the different teas were described to her. She had heard of a few, but with a dainty hand withdrawing from the warm confines of her fox's tail, Reshwyn took up a cup of a sweet smelling tea which she had yet to experience. Bringing it to her lips, the warmth filled her as her expression shifted to one of bliss. The wonderful flowery tastes were heavenly, accentuated with sweet fruity undertones. As she enjoyed such a lovely cup of nectar, Reshwyn almost missed the stall girl explaining that there was actually a tea club on campus. Taking a breath of cool air to calm her dancing taste buds, Reshwyn looked back to the girl before her. "Tea Club? What a peculiar, simple... yet genius idea. Ah, it would be so lovely to have a place like that to relax after a long day of classes, just melt into a tea cup..." Reshwyn trailed off a little as she did just that, take another sip of the tea as her mind drifted to the idea of a tea club. She was quickly brought back to reality with the sudden emptiness of her cup, chuckling slightly and returning it to the stall. Thanking the attendant, taking the informational flier and stowing it somewhere safe, and taking a few biscuits for the road, Reshwyn bowed her head and turned on her heel. Small nibbles on the biscuits should make them last into the night, but now she had to make a decision on what to visit next.
Though the pair both enjoined the cold over warmth any day, the princess couldn't help but be drawn toward the idea of a dancing fire. A bonfire just seemed so huge and welcoming, a perfect symbol of fall, and maybe it would be nice to stand by, right on the edge of warmth. Thankfully it seemed that by the time Reshwyn made it to the large pile of wood, the fire had yet to be lit. At the moment, she could only imagine looking in from the cold on it's dancing embers. Standing there while munching quietly on her biscuit, slowly being entranced by the flames. She thought of nothing but how the growing warmth would rush over her body as it would light. Oh what a spectacle. Thankfully she was ripped from her dreaming as a voice met her ears, one filled with not quite distaste, but slight worry. Turning to the source of the sound, she found a girl waving her hand at a little bird perched on a boy's shoulder. "Such a strange sight," she said quietly to herself, taking in the two. The girl seemed to be around her own age and height, though hair a snow white falling past her shoulders. The boy on the other hand had his back to Reshwyn, so she couldn't tell too much about him other than being almost a head taller than herself. Surprisingly, as if her thoughts were read, the boy introduced himself and where he came from. Granted, if she was doing anything but looking at the back of his head, she may have sensed something a bit off, but thankfully the boy was safe. Her attention was quickly changed to the girl, though, and as the moon illuminated something that caught Reshwyn's attention. Scrapped and bloody knees lay just under torn tights, and the two seemed to be talking about where they might go to rectify that. Words came once more, this time more so under her breath. "Hmm, maybe I could-" but the thoughts were cut short quickly by a warning feeling coming from her shoulder. It seemed Doerin thought it unwise to offer the use of Reshwyn's magics before knowing the individuals. "You are right... especially with the nurse on campus." Speaking of which, it seemed like maybe the two didn't quite know where the nurse was? Reshwyn did just finish the general tour not too long ago, and with the information fresh in her mind, she could possibly lead them to their destination? No warnings from the fox said that this was probably for the better. Both a little mingling, and keeping her own assets safe for the time. Deciding to insert herself into the conversation, Reshwyn moved forward toward the pair. Thankfully her movements were small enough and quiet that while they may startle, they should be more so cautious rather than imposing. Speaking up once more with a slight song in her voice, Reshwyn addressed the two. "I am terribly sorry for intruding, but I just happened to oversee and hear that you were in need of the nurse. If you are unsure where to go, I do think I would be able to point you in the right direction. Or even lead you there myself." Without thinking, the princess ended her words with a small nibble of the biscuit she was still working on, smiling softly.Location: Vendors ~~~> Bonfire
Company: Snow, "Francis"
Attire
OOC: I swear there was a fire! :hmm:
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2018 9:53 pm
“Oh, that’s too bad.” She said with a small sigh “It’s not like you’ll explode after one fry…” Althea mumbled as she glanced down at the nearly empty cup of fries in her hand, almost questioning in her own mind if it were really possible. She did not seem bothered by his short responses. She glanced over towards the pile when he said he only helped a little, yet she did not exactly approach him to complement him on his wood piling skills, “Eh, it’s better than none~” She shrugged as he stepped away. Just as she said that she noticed something small had poked out of the cracks between the logs. A small spirit with a small gob blob form had been lured by the tasty smell the witch had in her possession. It looked at her with beady little eyes and a gapping open mouth with tiny noodle arms wiggling out towards the cup of fries. She puffed her cheeks slightly to contain her urge to laugh, “Okay, okay, just one cutie.” She softly whispered as she placed the fry into the spirit’s noodly grasp, and just as she fed one more odd looking spirits popped out demanding tasty fries. She softly sighed before she just handed them the whole cup of fries and for them to devour it all whole. She was happy someone- or rather something else was able to enjoy them as much as she did.
She turned to him after he spoke about a forge, “Ha, that’s hot!” She joked before she thought about it. Personally the only warmth the witch wanted to be near was warm comfort food or wrapping herself up like a burrito in a blanket that just got out of the drier. Her experience around fire was rather small; the most she normally seen in person was s minor brush fire or the flame on the stove- there was also her familiar Ouch, a fire sprite too. She tried to picture a forge in her mind, when she was little she always thought blacksmiths where bakers that make steely meals to feed monsters to keep them from eating children. Of course that was not the case now, she chuckled at her innocence back then, “A forge? I’ve never been near one of those- well or a bonfire. Are you a blacksmith of something?” Althea chuckled and followed him away from the pile of wood before she continued. Then for a moment there was an odd twinkle in her eyes after she asked- a spark in her odd imagination, “WAIT, have you ever made throwing stars?! I’ve always wanted to see how many throwing stars I could stash in my hair, kinda like those old ninja films where the ninjas had a never ending supply of throwing knives on their person!” She grinned as she got into an action pose, “YEAH!” She chuckled as she pretended to toss out throwing stars in a cliché manner while using the stranger as a tall tree cover. She stuck her tongue out from the corner of her mouth, as the ‘battle’ grew ‘intense’. She tossed out pretend stars behind the stranger, he was a splendid tree. The battle probably would have gone on forever until she came to a complete halt with a loud gasp. Perhaps she realized how silly she was?
No…
“Wait! I have no ninja training! I’d get my butt kicked!” She shrieked as she then jerks her body back and shook as if she was being pelted by millions of enemy throwing stars, “Ack!” She groaned as she grabbed at her shirt as she began to fall back. She used her levitation ability to slow her decent for dramatic effect. Her hair cushioned her fall; yet as her body began to press against her hair a loud longwinded squeak oozed out from the air. Little did the stranger know the strange witch always stowed a squeaky chew toy in the back of her coat incase she ever encountered a friendly creature. She managed to maintain her death composure during the squeak, her mouth stuck out from the corner of her mouth while she lay on the ground.
She opened one eye and burst out into laughter, “Pffft, sorry, I get carried away with my imagination sometimes.” She smiled as she sat up and wiped from of the saliva her tongue left on her face, “It’s great for burning calories, haha…” She joked as her tarantula friend Fuzzy poked out of her hair to see what all to see what all the commotion was about. She lightly rubbed the tip of her index finger on the top of his head behind his eyes to silently let him know that all was well. She looked up at male when he said he hadn’t decided if he’d say or not. She lightly frowned as a salty metallic flavor covered her tongue, “It would be a shame to leave. You’ll miss out on all the fun.” She smiled, “You gotta enjoy all the fun flavors that life has to offer.- Oh, I don’t even know your name!” She lightly slapped the palm of her hand against her forehead. Fuzzy crawled back into her hair once he confirmed everything was fine for himself. “My name is Althea Lightroot. What’s your name mister?” Althea asked. The young witch probably should have known. There was an orientation meeting before the festival but the young witch had slept through it. Fuzzy’s angry hisses could not wake her or the students that had stuck pencils and erasers in her hair for amusement. She kept it all of course. Free school supplies were the best school supplies. She stood up from the ground as she introduced herself and lightly patted the dirt from her hair like a dirty rug. An eraser fell out from her hair after a few pats, she was oblivious to it.
(WOOOOOOO. Lol, no worries, Althea can talk up a storm from just one word.
What the Tarantula looks like )
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2018 12:47 pm
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