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Self Para: Into the Woods Tonight 01. Date: July 30th

Time stops. A staccato heartbeat roaring in her ears as the familiar whoosh of warm air cuts around her body like tiny blades. It’s all fleeting moments, flashes of acrid words she had managed to spill behind pale lips. The buzzing energy of anxiety and fear slowly simmers into an uncontained boiling rage of sorts. All the yelling that comes from such a simple experience, it silenced by the deafening sound of a door slamming closed behind her.

She drives herself weary. The heels of her feet throb from the distance she traveled. Her lungs, along with the base of her throat, burn with each intake of breath she puffs out. A maddening torture to herself that leads her to moving blindly through the forest. A warpath of distancing herself further away from the source of her conflict. Away from the small cabin in the woods. 

Occasionally, she feels a nudge to her side. Teeth clamping and nipping at her leathers to draw her to a stop. There is a rumble from the canine, words and vocal arrangements that are foreign to her ears, but bleed out a sense of concern and worry. Usually she would have her concentration focused on the spell, but with the inner storm of writhing emotions within’ her the idea of casting a spell seems foreign. The forest around her feels foreign. Even Philia, something that has been by her side for the past few years, a trusted ally, is just a distant figure for the moment.

A figure who purposely steps in front of her. A sharp bark, a noise that pitches the half-elf out her thoughts. Instinctively she steps back, a foot catches a piece of dry wood and it snaps upon the weight that is being applied. A cacophony of sounds follow in succession. A bark, a startled yelp from her own vocals, a snapped of dried branches, the sounds of startled birds from above--

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“ Where you spying on me? Again? ” It sounds incredulous when it falls from Carmelli’s mouth. There is papers littered on the dinning table, maps that laid out the outstretch of familiar paths in Runswick, as a fine piece of charcoal at her side is momentarily forgotten upon the sound of her mother’s sudden statement. Instead, her attention is fixed on the back of the woman, brows pivoted upward in disbelief.

Her mother doesn’t even meet her eye. Back continuously turned away from her, but the eyes of the raven sitting perched on its designated spot in the rafters watches her.  Red eyes gleaming under the rays of the setting sun, as it warbles out a mocking, ‘again’ towards Carmelli.

Estelle Paeleas, a pallor wood elf woman who barely looks a day over thirty, lets out a chortle of sorts, amused if anything.  “ And so what if I was? You know I worry over you my little tas ama.”  Her mother croons. A tone dripping with it’s usual honey-like texture, a sound that puts her on the edge of her seat. “ Your not one of social graces, salen lyth. I just wanted to see how you were doing after our little pep talk.”  A pause.

“ I am glad you left your creature outside, but Corvid informed me that our little lesson did not work as intended. And honestly,” Estelle let out a long sigh, pausing in her cooking to tap the wooden spoon against the pot with three loud clangs. “ You couldn’t have involved yourself in at least one conversation with a nice noble gentlemen? You know I spent a lot of money on that dress of yours.”

Her hand weaves into the air, the fire that heated the pot ceases to be. Leaving the concoction aside, as she turns to face Carmelli in full. Holding out a hand with a singular finger raised and pointed towards her. “ Instead you isolated yourself, refused dances, and spent a horrendously long time outside on the balconies.” The fingers count from one to three, a slight disapproving frown fixes on the elf’s face, but she does her best to turn it into a look that is akin to some form of pity. It’s horrendous, and Carmelli secretly wonder’s if her mother has ever felt the emotion of pity before. “ Now darling, I thought we talked about this. You were suppose to chat them up, not hide the whole time. We spent  hours working you up. Making you look, fitting for such a ball, and well all I can say is that I am--”

“ Disappointed.” Corvid, caws from the rafters of their home. A near perfect replication of her mother’s voice. As Estelle nods her head in agreement. Her eyes, meeting Carmelli’s with a slight pull of her lips. “ Yes, disappointed.”

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The mocking sounds of the birds, a familiar echo from the household, becomes the last pine straw. Her anger peaks and her weariness grows. In a feat of twisting motions, her hand grabs the leather wrappings of her bag propelling it straight to the ground with a heavy thud. Ignoring the groaning rattle of her possessions inside as her bow and quiver join the growing pile. A hand moves to swing at the bark of a nearby tree with a yell. 

The hit burns, stings, as the bark scratches her bare knuckles. Torn as the lichen blossoming around the tree creak under pressure, but it looks as though she harmed herself more than the unmovable object. Instinctively, she feels the blood swell up on the torn skin and a paw is being raised to scratch at her leg drawing her attention. With a few deep breaths, she puffs out a quiet, “ I’m stopping...I’m stopping. It’s okay. Just quit it.”

The floor of the grassy terrain meets her fairly quickly. Knees unbuckling as her back slides against the smooth bark of the tree she maimed with her fist. Tearing into the leathers of her armor, scraping some bare skin, but she ignores it upon the relief of no longer standing on her feet. Philia, the worried hound, circles the area a few times before moving to nudge at her face. Cold nose bumping at hot skin with nary any care as the wolf warbles out a sound of sorts. 

There is concern in the beasts actions. Worried and gently trying to cheer her up. She feels the lap of slobber close to the corner of her jaw, invading her personal boundaries even more as she steps onto her sore limbs to get taller and closer towards her companion. Any attempts to calm her down whilst being a nuisance all the same.

She swore if she wasn’t so focused on the constant swell of emotion burning at the center of her chest, she’d probably warble out a broken laugh of sorts. Ignore the conversation that bled after her mother turned at her and called her a disappointment for the last time. How she found the will to raise her voice, to try to talk back to the woman about why she couldn’t possibly focus on talking to boys during the event when she was focusing on not panicking every few moments. How the night got worse as time pressed on-- talk about the murder that was attempted--how scared she was that she was in the middle this whole mess at a very important ball of all things.

Her mother didn’t paid any interest in what she said. More annoyed that Carmelli had the audacity to raise her voice so her own vocals rose in pitch. The last thing Carmelli recalled before rushing off was her mother telling her to stop being ‘delusional’ to focus on something else then this brutish game she continues to play as a hand weaves to tear through the maps at the table with a wisp of magic in her hands.

A choked sound exhales from her lips, and immediately her hands curl around the coarse hair pulling the wolf closer towards her if possible. Resting her cheek against of her animal companion. Ignoring the sounds of natures to focus more on the breathing of the wolf, as well as, the familiar smell that lingers around her. It smells faintly of home. At least Philia feels like home. Not where she just came from... at least not at this moment.

#its you against the world | self para. #tw: family drama #tw: mentions of emotional abuse #( I've been playing FE16 got super emotion and took it out on Carmelli sorry babe ) #( I had to cut this into parts because this got too long so expect more stuff in the future !! ) #( also hey. her mom is not good ) #( btw! tas ama means wall flower & salen lyth means my child )

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hir·aeth

/‘hir,āeth/

noun a homesickness for a home you can not return to or a home that never was.

#mountain sound | aesthetics. #just one yesterday | queued post.

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bluevigils‌:

The woman who stopped for him was almost ethereal in the evening light and he found himself struck dumb, pain forgotten if only for a moment. Blue was used to this occurrence, too often the type to be made an idiot in the presence of beautiful women. Embarrassed that he had stared too long, he averted his gaze.

When he was much younger his mother used to tell him family stories, passed down from her grandmother. The tale he thought of now was that of a young warlock who had passed through their village and fallen in love with Blue’s grandmother. This would have been fine and dandy if not for the fact that Grandma Vogokeba had already fallen in love with her childhood best friend and planned to be married in two short months. This threw the warlock into a rage so great, that he cursed the Vogokeba’s with misfortune for generations to come. If he think’s hard enough he can even pull up the memory of his great-grandmother telling him the story herself, Blue just four years old at the time. This came to mind now, with a knife in his back and stuttering speech over a pretty girl, he wondered if this all just came down to the family curse. He looked back up at the woman with the biggest doe eyes he could muster.

“I’m alright, with the exception of the knife in my back that is.” He said, gesturing vaguely. “Been better, that’s for sure.” Blue, tired of standing all of the sudden, dropped to a sitting position on the side of the road. “It’s not in there deep, I just,” A pause, embarrassment once again coloring his features. “It’s in a spot I can’t reach…” He smiled. “The bandits in these parts have improved their aim since I last came through here.”

When he starts talking, she finds herself drawn to listening and watching him. Her head tips to the side, trying to find some imperfections. A lie. An ulterior motive of sorts. Yet, his posture and language doesn’t show off anything alarming. The words about bandits seems to garner her attention, and it makes sense. His story sounds believable.

She finds herself kneeling down, to meet his level, but more to look at the affixed blade with curiosity. A little close for comfort, but with the cloth obscuring the blade it’s hard to get a read on how bad it is from a distance.  " Well, it doesn’t look that bad, you’re lucky they had not poisoned it.” Carmelli says after a minute, leaning back a bit. “ They hadn’t follow you or anything had they? ”  

Still on the cautious side, she turns to look back towards the cart. The merchant who is now cautiously maneuvering their product with Philia alert in the back. Seeing no harm come to them, her attention drifts back towards him. It’s a bit difficult for her to voice what she wants to do. A part of her wants to handle this situation in a similar manner she does with animals. Comfort, then pull the source of their pain, and slap a cure wounds on top of it. Yet here,  she has to voice her reasons. She can’t just tell him to look over there and pull the blade out. I mean she could but apparently that isn’t the right thing to do based off of passed experiences.

After a moment the half-elf utters a familiar incantation under her breath as a warm golden glow blossoms on her left hand. “ I can help...you um may not like it but I can at least relieve the pain afterwards with this.” She waves her glowing hand in emphasis with a slight smile.   “ If you don’t mind that is. I-- well you probably don’t want to get it infected, but I can understand sort of if you want to keep it there. It would just be a bad idea. ” 

#bluevigils #blue 01. #( I spent so long debating if she would just tell him something and pull the dagger out -- but i decided against it alskdja ) #( rolled: 20 for insight to suss out suspicion ) #( rolled: 23 for medicine )

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Wolf Stretching by  Claire Gribbin

#dirty paws | philia aesthetic. #just one yesterday | queued post.

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bluevigils‌:

Time: August 28th, dusk

Place: off the main road, between Myrefall and Khaggon

Status: Open

If there was consistency at all in Blue’s life, it came in the form of something gone wrong. The cart he was travelling with became besieged by raiders, and he only managed to survive by losing two good knives. The knives in the backs of two bandits, and the survival by booking it. He only felt a little bad at the time, as he considered himself a brother in thievery of sorts, and part of him resented literally stabbing a fellow in the back. His own form had not remained unscathed in the struggle, in an karma balancing act a small dagger had lodged itself in the back of Blue’s right shoulder. Despite crude, leather armor he wore, the tip of the dagger had pierced through a solid inch into his flesh, directly where neither hand could seem to reach it no matter how hard he tried. This all leading to his current predicament, flagging down a fellow traveler to help him out. A most embarrassing turn of events. 

Shook out of his self pity by the sounds of wagon wheels, Blue looked up at the oncoming vehicle and began waving his arms. This of course, caused him a considerable amount of pain as there was still a whole ass knife in his back. He called out.

“Hey y’all, I could use some help!” A wince. “Please.”

Upon admittance, Carmelli can’t afford travelling long distances on foot. Weary and tired from days of constantly pushing herself to keep moving, had led her to making nice with a travelling merchant. A promise to help defend his goods in exchange of a simple voyage. She is capable of long-range with her bow, she has Philia at her side, dark vision, and if need be can offer stealth with a simple spell of hers. All positives that surprisingly helped in her favor.

She had settled in the back, leaning against the covered product with a snoozing wolf at her side, when she had heard a sound off in the distance. Alarmed, the half-elf sat up with a hand to her rapier as the cautioning words of, “ slow down and stop ahead, ” were angled towards the the driver. Taking position to look over their surroundings, she had caught eye of a parson waving a hand in their direction. He seemed alone, asking for help of sorts, and a dark part of her stiffens. Her hand immediately goes to bat the wolf awake quickly,  “ stay here, watch the cart, ” she says before hopping out of the vehicle a hand at her side. Just encase.

Philia answers back with a tired yawn. Her body stretching from being awoken from her evening snooze. Yet, she stands vigil, golden eyes watching as Carmelli bridges the distance between herself and the strange young man. For a moment the half-elf refuses to relax, the idea of this being a trap makes her hyper aware, but her eyes meet the blade sticking out of him her feet stop. Oh this is bad. Or a very clever trap. “ Are you alright, ” she asks after a moment.  “ What happened? Who did this to you? ”

#bluevigils #blue 01. #( hello! sorry about carmelli. she's a bit skeptical about all of this ) #( also when you roll a 19 +7 on perception )

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emeryfites‌:

Date: August 9th Time: Mid Afternoon Place: Tavern in Hagaehend Status: Open

Emery had noticed the uprising going on in the background, but hadn’t quite been involved up until she was given a pamphlet by one of the people who were passing them about. It seemed like something to think about, a call to action to finally fix the war that was tearing this whole world apart. Finally settling in after a long day she sat down after getting food and drink at a tavern, looking at the pamphlet that had been handed to her. Caught up in the reading she hadn’t noticed someone standing next to her until they made a noise. 

“Sorry, can I help you?”

The half-elf had dipped into the tavern as a last ditch effort. Allowing the door close behind them as her concentration on the spell dissipates. No longer blending into the crowded streets of Khaggon and further away from the rallying order of the so called Strength of Hegaehend that taken the streets as of late. she grew tired of the calls, the pamphlets being handed out, the secretive smiles, and then the feuds.

It rubbed her the wrong way, and seeing the pamphlet out of the corner of her eye caused her to stare. looming the towering height of barely five feet by the table, which was just enough to garner more unwanted attention.

“ You should probably hide that,” she replied bluntly. The blues of her eyes leering down at the cause of her growing ire, her jaw clenching briefly before she unhinges it. A deep breath exhales from her nostrils. Attempting to shoo away the complications of the rising anger. “ There are not a lot of people who would...agree to those ideals. And aren’t afraid to start something because of it. ” 

#the strength of hegaehend #emeryfites #emery 01. #romevent

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“ I took a little journey to the unknown And I come back changed, I can feel it in my bones ”

                                                                                             Carmelli Paelaes Moodboard.

#mountain sound | aesthetics. #just one yesterday | queued post. #( this was sitting in my drafts so time to post )

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Time: Early Afternoon, July 24th Location: Llyn Status: Open.

It was hard to forget what had happened with the evidence as far as the eye could see. Rubble littered the earth around her, showing the path that once guided people through town, still managed to maintain the outlook of being torn to shreds with nary any remorse. 

A quick survey tells her that they’re fine for the time being before she kneels down off the main pathways. Her fingers lightly tracing over the wilted floral, as the basket and bag of hers falls from her arms to the ground beside her. Briefly, with a quick intake of air, she sends out a silent prayer towards Melora. To grant forgiveness for the town. To give her guidance on trying to add a bit more color to the battle-torn area. And to also keep a careful eye on the residents, both human and nature alike if she could.

Grief seemed to cover the town well. Even as the memorial service had come to pass, the tone had not picked up well. Recovery took awhile, and as someone with adequate social skills Carmelli took it upon herself to add a little color to the dreary city.Offering to spruce the place up for some individuals with color. A way of hers to honor those who have come to pass, to express her feelings, and to mask that guilt of hers by doing something good.

She pulls her hair back from her face, Tossing it behind her shoulders, before she reaches into her bag to procure a shovel of sorts. To get to work. Thinking that adding the start of some daisies in the area would help just a tad bit. It takes her awhile to get things started, but she’s lost in the familiar movement of gardening. Until she hears the familiar grumble of Philia from around her. A warning sound. One that makes Carmelli to drop everything, whip around, and focus on the bestial language and overall sight.

“ Oh no. Oh I am so sorry about her. “ Carmelli sits upright, moving a hand to rest against the canine’s side to calm her down for the moment. Quick to neutral threat. “ She doesn’t mean any harm, she was just warning you about the lilies.” The half-elf offers lamely, gesturing over to the freshly planted buds a bit ahead to the passerby.“ You almost stepped on them. See? ” 

#romstarter #the strength of hegaehend #( planting episode featuring somewhere in llyn to give her wishes to the disaster ) #( and philia is honestly that one moment in httyd where toothless freaks out if you step on his drawings but w/ plants ) #( also sorry for being quiet...been college prepping & doing semester hw ) #just one yesterday | queued post.

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Vagabond | MisterWives

you’ve been flying so high, avoiding the road pretending to not feel alone

#howl | music aesthetic. #just one yesterday | queued post.

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winra-xilphine‌:

Date: August 8th Location: Khaggon Time: Early afternoon Status: Open

Crumpled between her fingers was a pamphlet she had scanned over a dozen times, her mouth sounding out the words as though they were foreign. “Strength to Hegaehend, Strength to the People, Strength to You.” Over and over again until it became unrecognizable between her teeth, just syllables and guttural sounds, lacking definition. The uprising movement would gather all sorts, she knew. Frightened, chaotic, righteous - they would all join forces in the name of strength. To accomplish an end to the madness. But she knew that violence could not fight violence. 

She thought of Lady Grimaxe and the loss she had suffered, and she knew that the woman was acting out of grief. To join forces with someone brutish who seemed to only believe in supporting the military efforts - it seemed so out of place. But, to be fair, Winra had never met her. Just heard beautiful tales of who she was, and who she had been. How much of a leader Lady Grimaxe was. It almost made her want to follow the movement sweeping the nation.  But she couldn’t do that, it wouldn’t settle right.

She moved through the streets, slow and methodical, fingers squeezing the paper she had been handed two days prior. Maybe literature was what she needed to get her own point across. It was a fleeting thought, because just as she turned the corner she saw an act of aggression that took her mind completely away from herself. Moving to a sprint, Winra threw herself between the two people loudly yelling. 

“Stop it!” She chided, pushing the one she was facing in the chest to get them to step away. Nothing had come to blows but she had worried that they would at any moment if no one stepped in. So there she was, between two strangers fighting over the same movement she had been thinking about prior. “Stop fighting! It doesn’t solve anything, don’t you understand that? Go on, get out.” It wasn’t until they departed, after much grumbling and another quick yell, that she allowed her shoulders to drop and her tension to fade. She was aware of someone in the vicinity, maybe more than one person, but she didn’t turn to face them, fearful they would chide her for interfering.

“I can’t let people kill each other, right?” She asked the silence.

Philia is the one who notices something is off immediately. How her ears twitch occasionally toward loud sounds of the inner city perk up--alert as her body is pulled to the stop. A grunt, a sound that holds true to her kind, transforms into a simple word that the half-elf understands as, ‘fight. ahead.’ There is a few more choice words, but they’re ignored in lieu of scanning the area ahead. Once pale blue catches sight of the feud something within her swells. Anger, frustration, confusion, exasperation. Will people ever give it a rest?

Carmelli’s reaction does not seem to be quick enough, as before she gets the chance to weave her hand in a familiar pattern for fog cloud, a new person enters the fray of conflict. Immediately it puts Carmelli on edge, the pessimism in her comes forward into thinking the situation would take a dark turn. Feet moving forward towards the conflict whilst her mouth opens to elicit a command towards Philia--

And yet such words aren’t needed, as the woman cleverly dispels the confrontation by a simple spiel of words as she places herself in the middle. It leaves the half-elf quiet for a moment, watching the two feuding characters depart with no repercussions beyond choice words. Her tensed shoulder fall flat and the curling hand becomes limp as the spell is no longer needed. 

“ You would think the guards would interfere by now,” she answers back, voice laced with a soft undertone as she makes herself present. Breaking the silence momentarily.   “ It’s getting out of hand and well...” I’m worried. How many fights had broken out over trivial matters? But she doesn’t expressively announces her feelings on the matter, just idly shifts between her two feet. Her motions speaks louder than words, an easy book to read as brows pinch together in thought. 

“ I think you did the right thing...I was thinking of doing the same but with a less direct approach. ”

#winraxilphine #winra xilphine #winra 01. #the strength of hegaehend #( also alskdja this got a bit long too so oops ) #just one yesterday | queued post.

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Animal poster commission of a european wolf!

#dirty paws | philia aesthetic. #mountain sound | aesthetics. #just one yesterday | queued post.

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jyndora‌:

      “You were quite young to tackle such a responsibility, essentially assuring the safety of your home.” It was very admirable to say the least. As she walked by Carmelli’s side it was a challenge to keep her eyes on the path her partner was creating rather than the plant life surrounding them.        At the mention of Melora, the half-orc couldn’t help but nod along eagerly. Although she, personally, did not follow in stride to that particular deity there were more than a handful of young elves or rangers who would visit the clinic and spending their idle time whispering of her. It was believed that she had something to do with nature and it was quite nice to see such care going into their surroundings. Another thing that Jyndora felt was lacking in her own home.         Soon being shaken out of her thoughts Jyndora released a low hum. “An eight hour ritual? Again, I sing your praises. Your patience is truly something great. I am surprised you did not wish to part take in medicine or religion where such a talent is valued so highly.” It was then that she was taken aback at the inquiry. 

       Raising her gloved hands and shaking them in a defensive manner, “Oh no. Nothing worth beautifying. We roamed quite frequently for labor. But where I was born – the sands were burned by the sand.” Her voice lowered as if in a trance as she continued, “There were things like boars, deer, reptiles of varying sizes and a lot of cacti. Nothing like this – so much GREEN.”

“ I, no. Maybe pick up leaves and herbs for basic remedies, but I do not think I would be good with medical practices. I can barely muster up enough magic to cure my own wounds--I’d be quite an odd one. ” She could barely handle the constant years of trying to learn arcane magics for her mother’s own whims before falling out of it. She’s just lucky she can understand what little magic she has now.

" Besides, if I had done that I would not be here. Now would I? ”She shrugs, before tearing eye contact away to take a quick survey of the area. Careful to not stray off the path she frequents. Upon a quick glance at the foliage, she frowns a bit. A whistle leaves her lips, catching Philia’s attention from ahead before gesturing to a different direction. The canine lets off a huff of sorts, but circles around them before prowling down a different path.

Once that is over, Carmelli does let out a chortle of sorts, bemused by the fascination of the greenery. “ Well, you will have to take in all the sights while you have the chance. There is a lot out here that is quite pretty, I could show you after all this? ” She cannot offer cacti, but she is sure there are some interesting foliage that would impress her travel companion. But first judging from the lash marks on the nearby trees, “ Just have to avoid that area, unless you’re curious to see the owlbears. ”

#jyndora #jyndora 01. #( 10 + 7 on survival ) #( sorry this took so long. finally found some free time on vaycay )

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thea-wb‌:

“Hi, Carmelli, I’m Thea,” she responded in kind. Her smile was still there, but it had softened somewhat at Carmelli’s comment about the noise. It was one she had encountered before in someone else, someone close to her. “That’s alright, you know. Sometimes you gotta step away and take in something other than sound.”

Even she enjoyed her moments of silence throughout the day, especially during prayer time in the morning.

“And thanks! It’s Lathander. He’s pretty awesome,” she replied, pride shining through in her tone. “Why is it traitorous?”

She cocked her head to the side, quizzical expression on her face.

She fiddles with the strings of her mask, but soon she pulls it away from her face. A hand reaching out to rub at her cheeks, careful not to wipe away all the makeup plastered on her skin. A smile curls on the corner of her lips.  “ Charmed to meet you then, Thea. And yeah, at least it’s peaceful out here. ”

Far much more comforting than the closed in walls behind her. Well technically they’re still gated by the walls surrounding the estate, but technicalities. At least she can breathe in fresh air, and not the mingling disaster that is expensive food that is out of her league and high quality perfumes. 

Raising her own hand comes quickly upon the inquiry. It looks ridiculous waving the hand with her mask as she tries to correct the error of her statement. “ I--oh not in that way. I had meant traitorous in the way of betraying your hair since it got stuck. ” Another gesture this time towards the mask at hand. “ It being your mask of course.  I had mean no disrespect to your God, quite the opposite really. Lathander always seemed like an enlightening one from what I gathered back where I am from.  ”

#theawb #thea wb #thea 01. #The Masyarakat Ball

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thea-wb‌:

“No, not yours!” Thea exclaimed, trying to salvage what she could. “I meant mine. It’s gotten stuck in my hair…” She stopped herself for a moment and blew a stray bit of coiled hair away from her face. Then she took a moment to get a better look at the person confronting her. “Your mask is actually really nice. And your dress… Wow, I’ve never seen feathers on a dress like this before. How pretty!”

Thea had forgotten all about her struggle in her now open admiration of this person’s attire. She looked half-elven; tall (comparatively) with a very fair complexion and white hair. Her blue eyes stood out against the delicate design of her gold mask.

“I’m sorry for the confusion, miss. I thought I was past running into people for the night, but it’s apparently one full of surprises… You don’t need to leave if you don’t want to! There’s room, I think. I didn’t really check before I came out there, but now that you mention it…”

She took a moment to browse the space.

“No, should be enough for both. You can go if you want to, I’m just trying to say I don’t mind either way,” she explained, kind of struggling to find her words for some reason.

I think the wine’s gone to your head for real, Woodbluff, she could hear the sensible part of her brain, as Ewin had dubbed it, say. Water for you for the next hour.

Why her brain decided to berate her at this very moment was beyond her. Maybe Lathander was trying to tell her in a not-so-subtle way that she was being a mess. Wouldn’t be the first time that happened.

It takes a few moments for Carmelli to process what is going on. Mouth opening to stop the halfling in front of her from rambling, but it closes, and she quickly finds herself a loss for words after the compliments. Her own cheeks burning, as she waves a hand at her. Trying to dismiss the rambling.

 “I, no. It’s fine. I should apologize for, ah, assuming such. Just walked by at the wrong moment.” Upon hearing the offer, she readily takes it. Anything to keep her from being around the noise, and large activity that the ball provided. Out here, she can actually look at the horizon, intake fresh air, and well a one on one conversation is much better than being apart of a conversation for five. “ I’m Carmelli. Carmelli Paelaes. And thank you for not minding...it’s very loud in there. ”

She offers a simple bow, finishing it with a polite smile. “Oh thank you, miss. I think it is my favorite addition to the piece." A lot of back and forth was required, but she’s glad a little part of her made it through the cut. Her gaze turns to observe the woman’s own attire. Return the compliment, be nice.  “ Yours is pretty as well, and even if it is a little traitorous, I like the symbols engraved on your mask. It looks familiar? ”

#thea wb #theawb #romevent #The Masyarakat Ball #( when you roll a 4 on religion smh )

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jyndora‌:

     The woman followed eagerly. What concerns she once had about her surroundings seemed to have diminished at the reassurance that Carmelli was actually so familiar around these woods, it is possible she would never fully understand just how well she knew them. Perhaps she knew them like the back of her hand! 

      “It is absolutely amazing what you do, quite admirable as well. How old were you when you first started to do such a task?” Jyndora asked as she picked up her pace to follow at the side of the half-elf. “And how is it you managed to acquire such a.. companion?” She gestured towards the timber wolf with even more confusion. “I do not recall these being domestic creatures.” There is a brief pause as her cheeks began to burn a light pink. “I apologize for so many questions. My interest is merely peaking. My home was full of sand as far as the eye could see, so to be surrounded by such beauty is captivating. Please feel free to ignore my curiosities. I do not mean to be rude.”

“ Uh...I think closer towards seventeen, when I started taking this stuff very seriously.  ”  Now it is her turn for her cheeks to fluster to a blooming red. Embarrassed just a tad by the sudden influx of questions, as well as the praises.  It’s a nice feeling, but Carmelli finds herself scratching idly at her cheek ( a nervous habit ) before shaking her head.

“ Oh no. You’re fine. I am use to it to be honest.” She tries to reassure, trying to convey not being bothered by it all with a smile.  “ A lot ask about Philia. Since she is somewhat a sight in regular cities, but um, well I guess you could thank Melora for it. She guided her towards me after an eight hour ritual. The same wolf that I helped out of a bear trap when she was a wily one, luckily...And well being able to understand her also helps. ”

She simmers just a few moments at the memory. A swell of fondness overtakes her, and then she tilts her head over towards the half-orc. “ I am sure there is beauty where you are from? Some kind of plant life? Animal? A natural occurrence? ”

#jyndora #jyndora 01.

[boundlesshcro]

The Masyarakat Ball Outfit feat. Carmelli Paelaes

#a rising star | visage. #do the art thing | my art. #( sorry for being silent !! been prepping for a florida trip w/ the fam ) #( but hey guess who finally finished drawing this !! ) #( just pretend her mask is on I did not want to draw it nor her heels laskdja )

[boundlesshcro]

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Time: Evening Date: July 20 Location: Itresa Castle, Eowesoa

Open!

The ballroom of Itresa Castle was a wonderous sight with its ostentatious decorations, wide open spaces and myriad of things that gave you a taste of all the supposedly good things about the kingdoms of Romera. Thea had spent time wandering, striking up a few conversations and leaving them feeling different things, but never letting it dampen her spirits.

She had gotten an invitation from one of the priestesses of Lathander, who had been too injured in the aftermath of the attack on Llyn to go. It was the first time in five years that Thea set foot in the land known as Kaivras, and unfortunately it wasn’t to see her family, who she hadn’t seen or communicated with for some time due to the difficulties at the border.

Her brain was going places she didn’t want it to go, so after finishing what she had left of her sugar-coated treat (and rubbing the dusting off on her dress, gasp), she found herself on one of the balconies. It was starting to become dark, albeit not enough for the day to break yet. She could see it in the distance, over the horizon to the east. To Hegaehend. To Llyn and to Khaggon.

To Ewin and Rose.

She stared at the sun and raised a hand towards the symbol on her mask, situated between and above her eyes. She pulled it up on her head, only for the upper part of it to get caught in her hair.

“Stupid…!” She sighed and wandered over to one of the oversized windows leading back inside, hoping to catch a reflection of herself to solve this little issue of hers. Instead she found herself face to … clothes with another masked individual. “I meant the mask, not you!”

Noise. Poise. Dancing. Short conversations. Fake smiles. Polite greetings. 

Curtsies. Performances. Too much noise. For a bit, Carmelli found herself stuck in the corner of the ballroom. Supporting smiles behind her masked visage, making small talk with others if they had come to her, and partaking in small bouts of dancing. Careful to not step on feet, recite the lessons in her head. Thank them afterwards, keep the image up. 

Yet, the half-elf could not bare the sudden wave of people entering the ballroom as time ticked on. The progression of the music picking up. The buzz of energy, it felt too close. Tightening, trapping her. The thought of leaving came to mind, but she made a promise to stick it through the end. There was a lot of effort put into getting the invite for her, a lot of twists and turns. All in order for her to meet a lot of people, make connections, bring something to her family name. For her. 

Though she felt she could not keep the promise, with the rising panic. Her hands pick up the fabrics of her dress, and quickly she moves to one of the balconies. Promising that she will only be a few minutes. She just needed the fresh air and hopefully--

Carmelli blinks, the quick footfall to reach the outdoors falls to a stop realizing she walked in on someone.   “ My mask is stupid? ” The half-elf echoes, confused for a moment as she looks down at the source of the voice and backing up a few steps. “ I well sorry? I did not-- is this occupied? No wait, it is occupied. I. I can find another balcony and leave you at um whatever this is. ”

#theawb #thea wb #thea 01. #The Masyarakat Ball #( local half-elf is very confused please send help ) #just one yesterday | queued post.