ｔｈｅ ｐａｔｈ.

[SunniKing99]

Nari
Role: Bodyguard
Location: Near Haran
Tagged: Open

Startled at Seraph's sudden actions, Nari caught the mask that had been tossed at her and held it tenderly in her arms as if it could shatter at the slightest sudden movement and watched as Seraph went about the camp and surrounding area looking for a stick. Nari hadn't meant anything bad about the other girl's mask, but at the same time understood that most people would be suspicious of Seraph for wearing it. At their first meeting, Nari had been on guard around the girl because she was suspicious of her due to the mask, but in time Nari had relaxed around the kind hearted girl once she got to know her.

When the blue dragon patted her shoulder and parted leaving her to inform the others of her whereabouts if they asked, Nari stood still for a moment before deciding that some practice before breakfast wouldn't hurt anyone and that she wanted to keep her skills sharp in case something happened. Still carrying the mask gently, now in only one hand, Nari headed back to the tent she had earlier came out of to place the mask carefully on her sleeping roll and took her dual swords still in their sheaths out from under her cloak at the head of the bed. Strapping the sheaths securely to the belt around her hips, Nari tied the mask to her belt too as to make sure that she knew where it was. Seraph had given Nari the responsibility of looking after her mask while she was away, and so Nari would make sure that she knew where the mask was at all times.

Walking to the edge of the clearing that they had set up camp in, Nari made sure that if any trouble arose she was still in sight of the group. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, Nari mentally pictured in her head a group of enemies and unsheathed her swords. The enemies carried mostly spears, which left her at a disadvantage due to their larger range, or had swords that looked like they had been freshly sharpened, but the similarity that all these opponents had were that they were larger and older than her which was what Nari usually had to face when she fought. A small smile crossed Nari's face as she started battling the opponents in her head and knew that she was going to enjoy this morning practice. This had been a routine that she often did at dawn when living at the palace, and since the beginning of their travels Nari hadn't often found time to do it most mornings. It was almost refreshing to be doing it again, and knew to any observer it would look like she was almost dancing with her swords while her eyes were closed.

[worry.]

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( role: green dragon ) ( location: near haran ) ( tags: open )

He figured as much. It surprised him slightly that Ace was fine with skinning the animal. Then again the boy was a reliable doctor. Being squeamish was something they couldn't afford. Without any further questions he walked over to the boar. He had a heck of time lifting it back to camp. At least this time it only needed to be moved a few feet. Cal was rather proud of his strength, even if he didn't voice it. There were many things he was lacking but force wasn't one of them. Before he did anything he turned his head slightly. He had forgotten about Kalea. She was still clinging to his back like a monkey. "Go apologize to Livei." It was all he said before he grabbed her sleeve and tugged her off. She couldn't stay there forever. With that done he turned towards the boar. Taking in a deep breath he lifted the creature. Slowly but surely he let the breath out and slung it's lifeless body over his left shoulder. It was unforgivingly heavy. Ignoring his aching muscles he stepped forwards and carried the boar to the fire. He shrugged it off his shoulder and it fell to the ground once again. Livei would have been a great help in this matter but he doubted the guy would lift a finger. That was just his nature. Scratching the back of his head he let out a sigh. If what Ace had said was true then he had an hour to keep himself busy. His stomach was not happy in the least.

Now the question of what to do fell upon him. Cooking wasn't his forte and helping out Livei was now Kalea's responsibility. Going to the town was out of the question. It would have been great if he had the money but at the moment he carried none. Going there would just be a waste of time. Looking back towards the rest of camp he noticed there was one missing. One, blue haired, girl. While he was distracted she must have slipped away. The girl would go off on her own a lot, most times he let her do as she pleased. Not everyone liked to be in the presence of others all the time. He figured she wanted her space. Still, he wished she at least told him where she went. At the very least if anything happened to her he could help. She can take care of herself. If he didn't keep reminding himself of that fact he would rush out after her. She was a competent fighter from what he saw and he trusted her. If anything were to happened he would feel guilty but it was her choice. He just prayed she didn't go into town with that mask of hers on. All the dragons stood out in their own way but the blue one more so. That mask of hers was a sad symbol in his eyes. It seemed like the white dragon was the only one to be treated kindly while growing up. He was ever so envious of that but glad. Glad that his past was his own and not someone else's.

There was little he could do to entertain himself at this point. He scanned around the camp one last time. Nari had gotten restless too it seemed. She wandered to the outskirts of the camp and was now practicing her swordplay. No matter how many times he saw it it was still beautiful. Growing up Cal never really cared for sword fighting. He always thought it was too boring but after seeing a few talented sword users he changed his mind. They moved with such grace it was hard not to stare. The way he fought was the furthest thing from graceful. Anyone watching could say his fluid movements were quite elegant. In the end he was just using violence in its most basic form. Realizing he had been gazing at Nari for far too long he turned away. She had a good idea to say the least. At this point he would welcome the opportunity to train. For him, however, he needed someone to practice with. Just attacking the air did nothing for him. Sure, it could help correct his form but that was it. If he really wanted to pass the time he needed a sparring partner. He could always ask Nari but interrupting her felt wrong. She was very focused at the task on hand.

At times like this he wished her brother was around. Kuen loved to spar with him and Cal enjoyed the challenge. He wondered where to guy was at. Almost everyone else was awake and around except for him. If anyone could pass the time it would be that red-haired muscle-head. That nickname was probably a little off the mark. If anyone, Cal was the muscle-head. He decided to wait things out and made way towards a nearby tree. It was close enough to were he could watch the others but far enough to give him space. Sitting under its shade he leaned up against it. At times like these he was thankful nothing was going on.

[vega.]

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xxxxxxxxxxxUsing the money she brought with her from her earnings working at a stable she popped store to store, buying supplies and fruits. All the shops were small, but they were run by kind, hardworking people. Seraph had collected a few stares, but no one questioned the blind girl with white-blue hair. Her thoughts even managed to slip away and took advantage of being somewhat ordinary for once in her life.
This is what it feels like, she thought To be a person with daily routines and tasks, with one is paying attention the slightest.

However, there seemed to be something else no one was paying any attention to. Seraph could hear crying down an alleyway as she neared the river the village seemed to live off of. Unable to hush her curiosity, she turned down that path, forgetting about her time limit, and the fact that she was carrying goods. Approaching the noise she came across a young girl, perhaps no older than four, sitting in the shade of a large boat. She looked completely hopeless with tears rolling down her cheeks. Cautiously Seraph took a step forward, and the girl gazed up at her. With one glance there was already fear in her big green eyes. She kneeled down to the girl's level, and before she could ask what was the matter, there was a hoarse laughter further down the alley. Turning, Seraph spotted hazy shapes playing with something in their hands.
"My bracelets." The little girl managed through sobs, "They took momma's bracelets..."
Seraph sat there expressionless. Momma's...
It wasn't typically a matter she would be getting involved in, but, it nagged at Seraph. These pieces of jewelry were more to this child than mere accessories. Perhaps it was the way the girl specified them as her mother's. Seraph would personally hold dear onto anything her mother left her with, and if this girl's mother left her too, then it wasn't something to be so easily and so forcefully taken away.

A storm brewing in Serpah's chest, she stood and walked briskly towards the figures out of the shade; three men, obviously older and larger. Common but shaggy fishermen by the looks of it. It didn't matter to her what the other's may say, and this was going far out of her own way, but they stole from a child, a child with no family there to help her. Seraph grasped the arm of the man toying with the bracelets and said firmly with no plan or no weapons,
"Give them back."
The men stopped short of their laughter for a moment, leaving the sound of the river and laborers to fill the silence between them. Of of them sputtered, intimidated by this strange blind girl, who quickly underestimated her.
"Who do you think you're talking to?" He questioned.
"You."
The man suddenly swung the back on his hand towards Seraph, intersecting with the side of her face. Her head was thrown sideways, but her balance wasn't lost. She stood still for a moment, feeling blood gather at her lip and drip down the corner of her mouth. The men laughed and said something afterwards, maybe something like finding more than just pretty stones that day. What am I doing?
Seraph knew better than to stir up too much commotion, but in the same moment when a hand took her by the arm and pulled her forward, her walking stick swung into the air with a flick of her wrist, and she whacked whoever held her so aggressively squarely in face, sending him to the ground with a broken nose.
"Oops." She muttered sarcastically, facing the remaining thugs who started to panic. Seraph had heard it all before: What is she? How can she do that? A small audience as already gathered their attention. Seraph looked up at the remaining two, and one charged.
He's so loud. Seraph complained to herself. Such an easy target he made himself. Seraph stepped aside, swiftly evaded the sloppy punch and simply threw her arm back, jabbing the man in the back of the head with her stick as he stumbled, who now fell unconscious. Seraph glanced over at the remaining enemy, who must've thought she was some sort of monster. Typical. He cried in yield and blundered off down the road. With a sigh Serpah picked up the bracelets from the inventory of a disoriented thief and looked behind her to find that a larger crowd had gathered, all eyes she felt were locked onto her. The same way they all were when she was a child. It was funny; she didn't have to even use her powers to feel that way. It reminded her once again, that she would never be normal.

Giving off an awkward smile as the people either praised her her or began asking her questions, Seraph pulled her hood even further over her face and used her stick to tap the ground in front of her. She wasn't proud of what she did, she just knew it had to be done. She didn't want to attention, and despite her performance, Seraph managed to bump into the stone wall of the shop buildings before vanishing down the ally way once more.

[bandage]

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Watching quietly with a smile and a slight chuckle as Kalea continued to cling to the mans back, Ace thanked Cal as he placed the pig by the fire. "See you at breakfast," he said to the both of them as Kalea was removed and Cal slunked off with a puzzled look on his face. Ace always seemed to speak in a slightly musical tone. The kind of voice that could be easily misread as patronizing by one person or soothing by another. It was the same with his smile. To most his smile was charming, relaxing. Cared for and pretty. But it could easily be seen as mocking, the kind of smile you'd give someone you look down upon, you want to dehumanize. It was the kind of smile Ace would give to the kids back home, thinking they could beat him in a knife fight around the back of the alleyways. Ace wasn't strong, but he knew his way round a knife and he was no stranger to brawling. His doctoring knowledge meant he knew all the points of the human body that were the weakest. The places you didn't need superhuman strength to pierce. Of course, putting that knowledge into actual combat was the tricky bit and while Ace hadn't killed many people by stabbing or beating them to death he was good at escaping. He couldn't count the amount of times he'd had to slit a guards heel and run with some cash in his pockets.

The boar before him was tough to cut. It's hide was rather rough, so initially ripping through it's belly was one of the hardest parts of the butchering. Before attempting to slit its belly though, Ace had to drain it. Tilting it over to one side, he slit its throat and poured the fresh blood into a jar from his bag. The blood could be used to make ink or as a transfusion if human blood wasn't on hand. After the draining, he cut into the gut careful not to damage the innards. The feeling of inserting the blade into the animal usually felt horrible but Ace was in his work mode and was focused on the job rather then the sticky blood spilling out onto his face, arms and hands. He always only noticed one thing when draining animals. The warmth. That was the worse thing about butchering anything, about killing anything. The warmth of the blood as it spills out onto your hands. Ace had several jars ready to put the organs inside since they could be used for many different things - other then food. He pulled out the guts and placed them in one, taking care to wash both the meat and the jar with the water he had gathered the few hours prior. He didn't bother washing his hands. He knew from experience that the blood would just lather into his skin, spreading and making the guilt he might have worse. Right now he didn't have any guilt. He had done this many a time before, he had done a lot worse too. Next came the skinning. This was the longest part, as you had to be extra careful not to waste any of the meat and careful to let as little as possible stick to the pelt. Otherwise it would go for less in town. He removed the tusks and the head once the pelt was removed. The head was skinned, so that the brain and skull could be sold. The brain would be used to tan hides and the skull were used as ornaments. The teeth would also sell, as they made good jewerelly in some places. Then Ace continued on to seperate the organs, they would make for some lovely meat and emptying the bladder. The urine could be used in a variety of different ways, mainly in sterilization. Though as he drained the urine into a jar, Ace decided he wouldn't tell anyone he used it on that he was covering their wound in the contents of a dead boars bladder. The princess or the white dragon would definitely not be pleased. Finally, the doctor collected the bones, which he would use for a stock and the fat which he could use to light torches and add to any of their meals. Finishing up, he looked up at the sky. Around an hour. Looking down at the pelt, folded neatly, his selection of jars filled with boar parts and the fire, still weakly spitting, he was happy with the result. Now he just needed to cook it - which wouldn't take long. He'd keep the bones for a stock later, he'd kept the pack waiting long enough. A few strips of pork would be good enough for breakfast. The meat would last them for a couple of days at least. And if they hadn't reached a town, and the meat was in trouble of rotting then the doctor could dry it in the nice weather they were having.

Ace stood up stretched his arms and legs, and finally noticed all the blood on him. For a second he stood there staring in a daze - wondering why he hadn't freaked out as he watched the spillage happen - then he squealed a little and held his hands up in the air wondering where to put them. Right, right, right. He hadn't butchered an animal in aw while, especially not any kind of pig. Their hearts were big, which meant they had lots of blood. Water. But he didn't want to waste all the water he collected so he decided to wander back over to the lake. It wasn't that far away. And he'd keep the boar parts on him, so that nothing could grab it while he was away. The thing was heavy - even cut up into little parts, but he managed carrying the parts in his bag and he went around camp to tell everyone that breakfast would be ready soon. He made careful attention to give everyone a wave with his red hands because it amused him. The lake wasn't too far away, and it didn't take long before he was squeaky clean again. When he made it back to camp the fire was out, so he picked through the sticks in his bag to light another. Ace spent a few minutes rifling through the groups bags for a pan, and once he found it he gave it a good scrubbing before popping it on the fire. He sliced up several strips and put them on the pan with some fat - which acted as oil. While they sizzled away he cut some wooden spikes for people to eat off. They didn't have many plates so it was easier to use just one and some sticks he'd washed and 'skinned' for no splinters. They'd been living off soup for days, so the meat would give them the nutrients they needed. Seraph had wondered off somewhere so Ace didn't have his second hand in the kitchen but he was quite happy with what he had achieved. When he wandered around the camp for a second time telling everyone it was time for breakfast he gave Cal an extra big smile and a, "Nice catch." He couldn't find the blue dragon, which worried him a little but, like a cat, she always came back - so Ace set aside a portion for her and made sure none of the big eaters managed to snatch it away.

[saturns.]

• Ａｌｄｒｉｅｎ - ｔｈｅ ｕｓｕｒｐｅｒ •
ＬＯＣＡＴＩＯＮ - the gardensxxxＡＧＥ - twenty five xxx ＴＡＧＧＥＤ - mai xxx ＭＥＮＴＩＯＮＳ - alanna, pavel, saskia

There was chaos, blades against blades, the sound of panicked shouts and blood hungry yelling, the sound of echoing metal. There was dark skies, corpses, flags torn to pieces; there was the King, eyes closed and head limp. Alanna was crying at the foot of the throne; but then she stood up, tears turning away into smoke instead of liquid, and eyes suddenly as red as fire. A dragon, a red one, was circling the castle and calling out - not to him, but to Alanna. Then the princess disappeared, and everyone disappeared, all except himself. The castle was empty and then suddenly, flames started to engulf the inside and trap him in this inescapable ring of fire. The heat from flames were melting him as they got closer, and closer, and closer, until -

"Sir Vonrai? Are you alright?" Aldrien's eyes flicked open, to the sight of one of the female servants hovering over him, with worried eyes. He quickly sat up, and gave a thorough glance around the room, checking for - he wasn't even sure what he was checking for, exactly - but there was no fire, no dragons, and definitely no danger, so that meant he could let out a sigh of relief. It was just a very odd dream, but he seemed to be growing used to those. There had been a few other dreams such as that, and Aldrien wasn't entirely sure what they meant, but he decided there was no use dwelling on it. If it was his subconcious purposefully making him feel guilty about something that needed to be done, then he wouldn't have it; he had spared a few moments of guilt and mourn for the King, his loyal followers, and the princess, but there was no longer any logical reason to continue wasting any present or future moments thinking about what he could've changed. What's done is done, and can't be changed, only taken advantage of for the better, he reminded himself, wiping the dampness on his forehead away with the back of his hand.

Aldrien turned his attention back to the servant, named Talia, (knowing your loyal employees names was an absolute must, if you asked Aldrien - not only if was a sign of thanks, but it was also a form of praise) and gave a few nods. "Yes, yes; I'm fine, thank you. Just was having some rather eventful dreams." He stood up, and the servant, Talia, glanced up with a concerned and almost worried look. "You know, the frivolous and enticing sort of dream." he lied, with a wink. Of course, he had caught notice of her doubt, and there was no way he wanted her to think that he was actually having a nightmare. Leaders weren't supposed to look weak, and having stupid bad and weird dreams did that.

Talia blushed, but a humored smile crossed her face, along with a small "Oh, I see." She placed a bowl of water on a small table across the room, and was making her way to the closet, but Aldrien told her there was no need. "I can choose my own clothing & dress myself. The bowl of water is appreciated, but I don't require any further assistance for now." he reminded the girl. She nodded, apologized, and made her way to excuse herself, but before she closed the door, Aldrien had remembered something that did require assistance. "Actually, there is something else that needs to be done. I need you to please wake up my General, if he isn't awake already; and Miss Saskia as well, who we both know is undoubtedly still sleeping. I need them to start waking up at decent times." He knew he didn't need to send a servant to wake up Mai, because she was most certainly awake bright and early, like she was most other mornings. In fact it was her who usually sent a servant to wake him.

The servant exited, and Aldrien made his way to the water bowl, washing off the slight dampness of 'bad dream sweat' from his face, rinsing out his mouth, and combing back his hair. Despite what people wanted to believe, looks did in fact play a role in leadership. People like looking up to not only someone who can get things done when it needs to be done, but someone who can look put together and attractive while doing it. Sure, looks weren't everything, but despite what most people wanted to believe, they were still a helpful something.

Aldrien then dressed himself, and made his way down a few different halls, nodding some good mornings to more than a few servants by name, until he came face to Mai's bedroom door. He knocked a few times, before opening it anyways and popping in his head. But of course, she wasn't in there, which could only mean that she was already doing her morning walk ritual thing through the garden. So he made his way downstairs, through a few more halls, until he exited out to the garden, spotting his blue haired Advisor immediately. "Good morning, my lovely Advisor. I was looking for you." he called airily, as he made his way over to her. A quick glance at her face and at the small blueish smudge on her jawline made it clear where she had fallen asleep last night. It hadn't been the first time that she had worked herself into sleep, but it seemed this time she hadn't cleaned off every bit of the ink. A smirk made it's way on Aldrien's face. "I see you had a decent night's sleep in a puddle of ink again, Mother Mai. You even missed a small spot, how unlike you." He mused, lifting his thumb to wipe away the small smudge of ink on her jaw.

Aldrien then folded his arms, turning his attention back the castle's garden. He hadn't noticed before, simply because there were more important things to notice, but the garden was filled with rather over dazzling flowers with very pungent smells, along with a few bushes trimmed into a few different & slightly ridiculous shapes. While it did look inviting and smelled pleasant, a more useful idea for the garden space popped into his head. "I haven't noticed this before, but this garden is much too... festival-like. We should consider removing these flowers & decorative bushes for something far more practical, like fruit trees, or vegetable plants... Medical herbs and spices would be useful as well. We wouldn't have to always rely solely on shipments from other places." He brought his gaze from the garden around him back to Mai and quirked an eyebrow. "It's better to be dependent on ones self instead of someone else, just in case the other doesn't follow through; don't you agree?"

[flightoftheowl]

Saskia
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gender: female
age: twenty
alliance: usurper
role: soldier
location: barracks
tagged: aldrien,
maiara

Saskia rolled over on her cot and snored lightly in her sleep. Though the sun had risen by now, the soldiers did not have early-morning training scheduled today, and had been allowed to sleep in. It was rare, and the soldier meant to take full advantage of it. The few men that were up talked quietly among themselves and avoided her cot among the many rows and columns. When the one-eyed woman had first come to the barracks, she was an anomaly as a female. A few men had tried to test her by harassing her. Tales of the painful and embarrassing lessons they were taught were quickly spread, and after years of fighting with the army, they all knew better than to wake her up when she was sleeping in unless it was important. They also knew if they had to wake her, then to do it from the right side. Unfortunately, the poor servant who Aldrien had sent did not know this.

The girl named Talia walked timidly through the rows of sleeping men, searching for the silver-haired young woman. She spotted her and closed in, saying quietly, "Miss Langley?" The soldier slept on, undisturbed. "Miss Langley... Miss Langley!" Saskia's snores didn't even change tempo, and a few soldiers cast the woman-servant warning glances. The woman reached down and gently shook the soldier's left shoulder. "Miss Langley, wake up!" And wake up she did. Her eye snapped open- but the servant was on her blind side, and so her fist shot out and clocked unfortunate Talia square in the face. The soldier threw back the covers, snatched up her sword-belt, and whirled around to face the girl who had woken her, who was reeling back with a cry, clutching her broken nose.

"WHO-! Oh. Oh no." The soldier dropped her sword-belt. "I- I'm sorry! But you surprised me! How bad is it? I'll pay your medical fees," she said with concern, approaching the girl, who took a terrified step back, as much at the horrible scar over her left eye as well as fear of her offensive capabilities. "I'm sorry," she repeated helplessly. Some of the soldiers were laughing, but as Saskia turned to glare daggers at them, they went quiet. "Did someone send you? What do you need?" she mumbled. "All I wanted was to tell you that Sir Aldrien wanted you up!" Talia cried, blinking back tears of pain. "He said you need to start waking up at a decent time." Saskia scowled. "That man! Clearly he doesn't realize I'm not sleeping in every morning, I'm training with the rest of my regiment! This is one of few day I actually get to sleep in, and he has the nerve to..." She trailed off into muttering.

After a few moments, Saskia remembered that the servant was standing in front of her with a bleeding, broken nose. "Right- right. I'll go and see him. Again, apologies... When you get the chance, go to a doc, get that seen to. Mention my name- Saskia Corin Langley. I'll foot the bill." The servant blinked at her before running off, presumably to either deliver another message or to get her nose healed. Without ceremony, Saskia changed out of her nightclothes and into her practical day clothes right in the middle of the open barracks. She knew how to do it without revealing her underclothes, which was important in the barracks full of men. Finally, after strapping her sword-belt around her waist and pulling an eye-patch over her left eye, she left the barracks with a purposeful stride. One of her gloved hands briefly brushed her rather plain necklace, which she always wore and treasured.

Luckily, the barracks were quite close to the castle, in the center of Las and not far outside the castle's walls. As she approached, she nodded curtly to the guards, who recognized her immediately and let her in. By questioning some of the servants who scurried about like subservient mice, she deduced that Aldrien as well as Maiara were in the gardens. So Saskia went there. Stepping through the doors into a beautiful courtyard, she saw a man and woman standing together, and no one else. The tall woman briskly made her way over to them, although she wrinkled her nose in disgust at the almost indecent bushes, smothered in flowers, positively dripping with overpowering perfume. What a ridiculous way to waste gold! Surely the money for these flowers to be carried in, planted, and grown here could have fed a whole starving village for a week!

As she approached, she heard Aldrien saying something fairly similar to this, and she nodded in approval as she stopped by their sides. "You're quite right on that point, Vonrai. Good morning, Vass." Using their last names was her way of being formal. Then she turned to Aldrien, eyes flashing. "Since you don't seem aware, I spend most of my mornings training with my regiment," she said coolly. "Today was the rare exception. And I broke your servant's nose, since she decided to shake me awake on my blind side. It was an instinctive reaction, not purposeful. I'll foot the bill." She diverted her gaze to her feet ashamedly for a moment, feeling bad for hurting a girl not involved in their business, before looking back up at Aldrien, her steely eyes daring him to tease her. She was this way to all authority figures, usually, unless they had thoroughly earned her respect, usually by fighting beside her in battle, or against her and fairing well. Neither had yet happened with the new king.

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＂ｔｈｅ ｙｅｌｌｏｗ ｄｒａｇｏｎ＂

[age] one thousand twenty-three/eighteen [alliance] princess [ ability ] regeneration [location] near haran [ tagged ] cal, livei

Her arms wrapped across Cal's shoulders Kalea felt an almost strange kind of comfort hiding behind the green dragon. His back was warm and if she hadn't been so awake Kalea could've easily fallen asleep there just like the child she both pretended to be and really was. Frozen at eighteen Kalea knew that she was no longer the young naive girl who'd thought she could change the world but she also couldn't be the serious wise sage that people expected when they figured out her true age. In her third century of life Kalea had lost all hope of ever finding peace, she rejected all types of life, and in her quest to avoid anything and everything that grew she'd ended up in a small cave deep in the Krahos mountains. Feeling the cold of her memories beginning to creep up on her Kalea tightened her grip on the green dragon reminding herself of the warmth that she was surrounded with now. Pulled from her thoughts as Cal tugged on her sleeve, Kalea obediently slid from the green dragon's back bowing her head as she struggled to maintain her smile. Looking up Kalea gave a small joking pout "alllright" she replied shooting the green dragon a quick wink before skipping back to Livei.
Though she teased the white dragon on occasion Kalea loved Livei and though sometimes his behavior was sometimes on the spoilt child side Kalea knew why he acted like that. The white dragon clan was the only clan to have retained the knowledge and story of the dragon warriors and as such it seemed that they'd begun worshiping the white dragon. In a way knowing Livei now Kalea regretted not visiting his village sooner, not getting to know the inheritor of the dragon arm. Walking up to Livei, Kalea reached out to take both of his hands in hers "Livei, I'm really sorry I promise that I'll fix the tent and you can even take mine until it's fixed!" she told him locking eyes with her brother-in-arms. Though most of the time Kalea joked around and acted like a child there were times when the yellow dragon could also be serious and right now she meant every word. Reaching up Kalea wrapped her arms around the dragons neck "Do you forgive me?" she asked once again becoming the child that they all knew.

ｍａｉａｒａ ｖａｓｓ

＂ｔｈｅ ａｄｖｉｓｏｒ＂

[age] twenty-three [alliance] usurper [ title ] lady [location] palace garden [ tagged ] aldrien, saskia

Closing her eyes as the sun slowly warmed her both body and soul Maiara knew that soon she would have to head back to her room and start her day, beginning with her ruined letter. Sighing heavily Maiara fought the urge to rub her temples, if there was one part of her job that the advisor couldn't stand it was having to deal with whiny little lords and ladies who couldn't think of anyone but themselves. Having to read and reply to superfluous complaints about their households and livelihoods when they couldn't give two tosses about their lands or the people on them Maiara couldn't stand most of her peers. Deep in though Maiara was surprised when she heard a familiar voice coming up behind her, turning to face the man she now called 'your grace' Maiara resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Though she respected this man enough to betray the previous king Maiara was often caught off guard by his more flirtatious behaviors. "Good morning your Grace, I see you're up and about early this morning." she replied giving Aldrien a slight bow in greeting. As a smirk crossed her king's face Maiara felt her own brow furrow in confusion as she attempted to figure out exactly what was so funny. Eyes going wide as Aldrien wiped off the last of the ink that stained her face Maiara felt heat colour her cheeks as she realized how unprofessional that single blot made her seem. "Thank you, I thought I got all of it" she replied not bothering to explain what had led to the stain on her face and overlooking Aldrien's use of her rather childish and inappropriate nickname, a nickname that only Aldrien was permitted to call her. Taking out a handkerchief from her coat pocket Maiara dabbed the spot on her jaw to ensure that all the ink was gone.
Glancing up at Aldrien, Maiara recognized his thoughtful expression as he gazed out at the garden that had brought her and her father many moments of peace. Following his gaze Maiara studied the patches of flowers and oddly trimmed bushes with a critical eye, in all it appeared to be no more than the typical garden for a noble house, it was pretty and well kept but mostly used to display the prosperity of the household. Smiling at his suggestion Maiara understood where her king was coming from, to be dependent on the outside to provide necessities was a risk but it didn't come without benefits as it provided income to local farmers. Before she could respond however a familiar voice intruded upon their conversation "Saskia, good morning" she greeted giving a similar bow of her head to the silver haired soldier. With that out of the way Maiara turned back to the proposition at hand "I would agree however I would also recommend caution, this castle is not only the place you live but a symbol for the kingdom. What would visiting lords and dignitaries think if they couldn't stroll through the gardens? As loathsome as it is keeping up appearances is important. Another thing to consider would be the markets, there are many farms around the capitol that depend on the castle to buy their supplies, if we become self sufficient those same people may feel betrayed," she explained her blue eyes looking to the horizon deep in thought, "if we can blend the two however there may be a chance to provide more food and produce to the villages who are now struggling." she added, already her mind was whirling with ideas.

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Nari
Role: Bodyguard
Location: Near Haran
Tagged: Open

The smell of breakfast filtered through her nose causing Nari's stomach to growl and when Ace called that the meal was indeed ready the corners of her mouth lifted though her eyes remained closed as she was finishing her routine. The thoughts of tasting the warm meal however left her distracted as she caught her foot on a tree route that she knew had been their the whole time and opened her eyes quickly as she stumbled forward. Maneuvering her body as to not get a hilt of a sword to her gut, Nari caught herself before she fell unto her knees. Placing her swords back into their scabbards, Nari walked to where their breakfast had been laid out and with a full smile she thanked Ace for the meal. Before eating however she scanned the surroundings quickly trying to figure out where her brother may be and if Seraph had returned yet, and gently touched the mask that was still attached to her belt before slowly starting to eat her meal enjoying the lovely taste of the meat and remembering that it had been Cal who had brought it. Nari figured that she would thank the dragon afterwards and perhaps ask him if he wanted a friendly sparring match if he was bored and wanted to practice more. It would be nice to work on her hand-to-hand fighting as she trained more with weapons than her fists as she did not possess the talent that some had when fighting with just their body.

Glancing around the camp as she ate the last bits of her meal, Nari decided that she would see if Kalea and Livei would need help with the mess caused by the commotion earlier. Licking her lips to make sure she hadn't got anything stuck on the corners of her mouth, Nari couldn't help to wonder where Kuen was.