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[rottenbladeofmiquella]

Malenia listened attentively as her new acquaintance spoke.  That accent...unless Malenia’s memory was failing her (a distinct possibility, all things considered), this was the accent of the Nox, was it not?  She had only met a few of those people.  Well, no, that was inaccurate.  Miquella had met children of Nokstella a few times; Malenia had been simply been present on such occasions.  Still, the accent was distinctive enough to her to stand out.

A foreigner, then.  That alone would be cause enough for her companion’s imprisonment, even in the glory days of the Golden Order; to mother, foreigners were simply subjects yet to be subjugated, after all.  She could not imagine what excuses would thrive for doing the same now that there was no longer any sense of unity within the Lands Between.  If even half of what she had been told was true, her remaining kin did not...have their mother’s sense of restraint.

Regardless, the rasp afflicting her voice seemed to indicate she’d found her freedom (one way or the other) relatively recently, or perhaps she simply had been alone for far too long even after her escape.  Well, Malenia was here now, for however long the roads they traveled remained joined.  The Blade of Miquella gave the smaller woman a tiny smile as she responded.  “Think nothing of it, my lady.  ‘Tis only natural to lend aid to those traveling the same road.”

She considered the other lady for a moment before continuing.  “You need not offer any apologies; from what I have experienced in recent days, the fact you yet have wits to lose yourself in is a thing to be thankful for.  I know not what forces harry you, but know that I have a blade to offer, should you require it.”

She paused for a moment.  “Yet it seems I must offer apologies of my own; I have forgotten my manners and neglected to introduce myself.  I am Malenia of Elphael.  It is an honor to make your acquaintance, my lady.”

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The world Malenia had awoken to was so unlike the one she had last known. Her people had been ecstatic when she had awoken from her long slumber, yet so few were left to bear witness to her return. And the stories they told! Of Rykard's madness, of Mohg's monstrous forces, of tarnished souls and the living dead, of all the ways her family and people had fallen to madness and despair.

Of Caelid.

Oh Radahn, noble brother, nothing I can say or do will make up for what I have inflicted upon you and your people.

The fact that she had played a not-inconsiderable part in bringing about these horrors was not lost on Malenia. She had marched her armies across the Lands Between, trampling all those that got in her way, and made war with Radahn. She had ruined her brother, inflicting upon both him and his lands an incurable blight. For nothing. All those lives lost, all those sacrifices made, just to fail in the end.

There was a debt to be paid. She had to do something, anything. It would not fix her folly, yet even so. She owed it to the magnificent man her desperation had destroyed. So it was that she had begun the long trek to Caelid, pausing only to bid her faithful to prioritize on living until she could return to them. It pained her to part with them so soon after their reunion, but she could not drag them into so personal a grievance. Not again.

The lands were as harsh and scarred as she had been told, and even more besides. Though the loss of her eyes had caused her to heighten her other senses to compensate, it was difficult to keep her bearings in a world so altered. It slowed her pace, but there was nothing for it; she could not afford to lose the path back to the Haligtree. She had sworn to return to those who had believed in her for so long, and she refused to let any more of those she cared for down. A task that would have been easier were it not for the multitude of monsters that desired to taste her rotten flesh, but...well, the more things changed, the more they stayed the same. Some things never learned.

It was on the long and winding road to the Starscourge's domain that Malenia encountered another sentient soul. There was nary a cloud in the sky that day, though the wind sought to blow hard enough to correct that oversight. The blustering breeze allowed her to hear the rustling of fabric, as well as the hollow clatter of metal. A helmet? No, rather, this sound...if she had not taken leave of her memory, was this not the sound of a prisoner's helm? Yet, a prisoner traveling on their lonesome in times as deadly as these?

She took pause for a moment. If even half of what she had been told of her surviving family was true, then this prisoner could be guilty of just about anything. It could be something heinous, certainly, but it could just as easily be something preposterous. It pained her to think of her blood in such a negative fashion, but the words of her people had been...unflattering. Perhaps this person before her had killed an orphaned child. Perhaps they had refused to do so. Who was Malenia, with all her mistakes and failures, to cast assertions of guilt against those she knew nothing about?

Malenia stepped forward, her longer strides allowing her to easily catch up with the other wanderer. She grabbed hold of her cape with her yet-flesh hand and held it up at an angle, blocking the sun from her new acquaintance. "Hail, fellow traveler. 'Tis a harsh day indeed to be wearing such a mass of metal upon your head. Though it may be a brief respite, allow me to grant you succor from the sun's gaze."

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[rottenbladeofmiquella]

🌺 Tell me a preconeption/headcanon you have for one of my characters... 🌺

And I’ll rate how accurate it is on a scale of 1 to 10, 1 being way off and 10 being basically canon!

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[rottenbladeofmiquella]

MIND

Senses Headcanons

Mind: Does your muse act after their rationality or emotions? Why?

Malenia is someone who strives to act rationally and justly. She wants to be someone who is able to punish those who need to be punished in the ways they deserve to punished without sacrificing her ability to empathize. She wants to be better than her mother, who seemed unwilling to forgive or understand minor differences in either form or thought. She wants to be someone who her people trust.

However, she also wants to be someone who can be counted on to make the difficult choices, the one who can put aside her own sympathies in order to properly mete out justice or do what is necessary. This is mostly for Miquella's sake: as the beacon of acceptance that he represents, she wants to do everything in her power to ensure he never has to sacrifice that image he has cultivated.

All of this being said, Malenia is more emotional than she'd ever care to admit. Her entire campaign against Radahn (which I will break down my understanding of in a separate post) was ultimately an act of emotion. Her being willing to resort to the Scarlet Rot in order to achieve victory proves this in my eyes; she would have had to be deathly desperate to resort to unleashing the thing she hates most upon a brother she respects. Her enmity towards Mohg and her love for Miquella are both strong enough to overwhelm any sense of logic or reason she possesses, especially in the present day of Elden Ring.

Unfortunately, when Malenia gets truly emotional, Bad Things tend to happen.

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[rottenbladeofmiquella]

Malenia stood in place as this phantom of the past spoke, her sword yet caught between doubt and dreams.  He sounded almost exactly the same, yet there was now that ethereal echo to his timbre now that she did not recognize.  Not to mention that-going off of how it had been explained to her-Godwyn had been slain by a piece of the Destined Death itself.  There was no coming back from that.  That was the point of the thing.

Yet the way he spoke, the tone, the familiarity...it was all just as she remembered.  The last time he heard him speak with such a somber tone was when her left leg finally gave up and...detached.  His despairing comfort and reassurance was as burned into her brain as Miquella’s own had been; even if she died a thousand deaths, she would never be able to forget it.  Even as logic dictated her couldn’t be who he claimed to be, her instincts were screaming at her that it was so.

It had been so long since Malenia was last this unsure of herself, of her own understanding of the world around her.  Were she in a more rational state of mind, perhaps she would have taken offense, would have accepted her brother was gone and that this was merely some specter using her deceased brother’s voice against her.  ‘Twas not beyond the scope of her family’s enemies to do such a thing; indeed, there were those amongst her own kin willing to stoop to such lows.

“If you are who you claim to be, intruder, then answer me this: how was this arm of mine lost?”

A little girl, teeth gritted in pain as she tightly gripped her blackened arm, opened her eyes wide and smiled a brilliant smile at the sight of her second-favorite brother.  She used the arm she could yet move to push herself off the wall she had supported herself with, and she started to run towards him.  However, the fool girl was stopped by the sound of a deafening thud echoing throughout the room; she looked at her shoulder, and could not understand why her arm was on the floor.

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His deathroot had finally found the haligtree after so long. After his deathroot nearly freezing over within the consecrated snowfield, he managed to successfully locatethe small town of Ordina. The place that leads you to the Haligtree itself.

His deathroot had been carefully traversing through the rot, his eyes carefully searching for who he was looking for. Miquella and Malenia, his siblings he held dear before they left.

He would eventually make his way to the haligtree roots. He would lay his eyes upon the Haligtree roots where his sister lies.

She would know a visitor had arrived when she could hear the sound of dripping water and the buzzing of flies. If she could see, she would see a dense fog had formed around her.

He would walk into her arena. Newly resurrected body at peak health, but beyond corrupted by deathroot. His hair was now a dull pale blond, and his skin a sickly white with purple tints. His eyes a dark grey that were clouded over. He dawned a quickly sewn up black cloak with his old blue robes hidden underneath. His eyes would immediately lay upon Malenia, being the first to break the silence between them.

"Malenia... is is truly thee?" His voice seemed to echo through the room, as if he was closer than she thought.

The Prince of Death has arrived at the Haligtree.

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Malenia sat alone in the depths of the Haligtree. Never one for ostentatious displays of authority, she rested upon a humble wooden chair, though sized for her unnatural height. Her remaining rotting arm was raised, eternally stretched out towards the empty spot where once her dearest Miquella had taken root. There she rested, unmoving, kept alive only by the watchful vigil of those that remained.

Yet, the very instant that which did not belong intruded upon the inner sanctum, Malenia stirred as she had not in decades. Flies were not so unknown to the rotting, but they were not alone. Dripping water...here? And this cold, moist feeling...fog? In the Haligtree's heart? She knew not the source of this phenomena, but it was not welcome. Nothing that intruded on the place Miquella had most beloved ever could be.

Her body ached and responded slowly, complaining with even the slightest movement for such a long time of disuse. She stood even as every muscle screamed, walking to her dormant arm and helm. She carefully picked them up and placed them back where they belonged, setting her helm and blade into place as she turned to face the footsteps that now echoed throughout the chamber.

She had been prepared to speak, to give the intruder a name for their death, but her words died in her throat as that voice rang out. The Rot had not yet claimed her eyes when she had last seen her elder brother alive. Her senses had not yet heightened enough to take note of his unique presence...but there was no mistaking that voice. Her sword was half-raised as the peerless warrior was suddenly caught between her desperate desire to believe and her inability to do so.

For just a moment, she was a little girl again, finding solace and safety with her twin in her big brother's arms.

"...Godwyn?"

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[rottenbladeofmiquella]

EAR

Senses Headcanons

EAR: How does your muse react to being given unprompted advice? Do they follow it, resent it, etc.?

It really depends. There are the extremes, of course. If the advice is coming from someone she trusts greatly like Miquella, then she will follow it without question. If it is from someone she hates like Mohg, she will take that advice and shove it straight up their ass even if its the best advice ever offered to any being anywhere.

If, however, the advice comes from someone she feels neutrally about, likes but does not adore, or dislikes but does not abhor, then she may take their words into consideration. The difficulty of getting her to listen with care is dependent on whether or not she already has a plan mapped out.

Malenia is an inherently stubborn woman. She had to be, else the Scarlet Rot would have completely consumed her. While this means she is one of exceptional will, it also means she is slow to accept certain kinds of opinions. As such, the advice offered would need to be quite worthwhile indeed to sway her course once she has settled on it.

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TOUCH : What is your muse’s opinion on physical touch? Do they actively seek it, shy away from it, enable it, or do not really have an opinion about it? Is physical touch something negative or positive for your muse?

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This is actually one of the areas in Malenia's life where her emotions and sense of reason clash most. See, Malenia greatly desires physical affection. Hugs especially are things she finds great joy and comfort in. She would dearly love to indulge in such actions; were she not stricken with the worst of all blights, she would actually be quite the cuddlebug.

Therein lies the rub. The Scarlet Rot makes no exceptions and spares no one. Malenia cannot be in physical contact with others for any meaningful length of time without killing them, save for her prosthetic limbs. And one arm just isn't enough to enable her to take such risks.

She is one who craves physical affection, yet must always deny herself of such mundane luxuries.

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[rottenbladeofmiquella]

Malenia kept her arm extended and still, allowing the giant wolf to examine it to their heart’s content.  She would not begrudge them their curiosity; they were hardly the only inquisitive soul that The Severed had dealt with today.  She loved her brother more than life itself, but his head was always so full of questions and ideas that she sometimes worried it would burst at the seams.  If she could handle that, she could handle the momentary visit from a wandering nose.

For now.  Allowing others to spend too much time too near to her was dangerous; the Scarlet Rot took whatever opportunities it could to spread, and none she was aware of had survived long once infected.  She was unsure if those already of supernatural states, such as vampires and werewolves, could be infected.  She was, however, extraordinarily sure that she was not willing to take the chance; the Rot had never spared any other before, and she saw no reason why they would be exceptions.

The Blade of Miquella took a moment to consider the being before her.  They were obviously not a normal wolf.  A dire wolf, perhaps?  A werewolf was also a possibility, though without some way to cause them to revert, she had no way to confirm that.  She supposed only time would tell, should her new four-legged acquaintance decide to stick around.

"There, you see?  There is need for neither fear nor aggression.  Do you walk alone, I wonder?”

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In his four-legged state, Codei never really knew where or when he was. He lived in the here and now, not worrying about the past or future. Mostly going off instinct, hunger, and curiosity, Codei simply did what he thought was right. In this case, warning this tall stranger that he was a very dangerous boy. No get close. Stay at distance!

Yet his curiosity got the better of him once Malenia held out her golden arm. The sharp pointy thing Codei’s wolf brain had decided was dangerous, folded back. So, safe? Safe-ish! 

Slowly, the werewolf stuck his neck out, trying to get a better whiff of her. Sniff snorf.  Paw for paw, he inched closer. There is a smelly smell to her, but also another, more interesting smell. That’s the one Codei wanted to know more of. Besides, having such a large creature hold out a hand like that? That deserved to be thoroughly sniffed! Enrichment! 

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[rottenbladeofmiquella]

MOUTH : Does your muse have a preference over sweet or savoury treats? 

Senses Headcanons

Malenia doesn't have a preference between sweet or savoury; what she does have a preference for is the strength of the flavor. If a dish is spicy, it must be mouth-blistering. If it is sweet, it must be tooth-rotting. If it is bitter, it must be at least as bitter as unsweetened cocoa.

Despite what might initially be assumed, this is not because the Rot has dulled her sense of taste. She has simply always had a rather extreme palate. It was her one royal indulgence; partaking of spices, salts, and sweeteners in such amounts is quite the expensive taste. Food is simply bland and tasteless to her spoiled extremist of a tongue if it is not something that would cause any other to gag.

She likes what she likes, and she will not apologize for it.

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[rottenbladeofmiquella]

@fellomenking continued from here

If one looked at Malenia now, one would not think she was one who had only recently awakened from a decades-long coma.  Granted, her helmet obscured a good half of her face, but there was not enough of her face left unmarred enough to show any signs of tiredness even if she were bareheaded.  Yet she stood tall and firm, betraying neither exhaustion nor pain in her posture.  On the surface, The Severed appeared as she always had, the Unalloyed Gold of her prosthetics gleaming bright beneath the light of the Erdtree even now.

She gave her elder half-brother a nod at his gracious allowance.  When she spoke, her voice was still soft, strong, and refusing to show anything her words would not.  Her tone ever that of a warrior first and foremost.  “I thank you.”

She paused for a brief moment, gathering her thoughts.  So much had changed, so much unraveled, yet Malenia found it difficult to give words to what she needed to say.  This one part venting, in the end, and venting had never come naturally to one who had to live her life in constant control of herself.  Besides, to vent was merely complaining about one’s suffering, and what did the Blade of Miquella know of suffering compared to Morgott?

Even so, she soon found enough words to continue.  “I have spent these past years in a something of a stupor, recovering from my battle with Radahn.  Yet as you can see before you, I was roused from my slumber by an intruder in the heart of the Haligtree.  An assassin clad in black and wielding a blade touched by Death.”

Malenia allowed a small frown to cross her face as she continued.  “She silenced herself before I could claim any answers from her.  Those of our followers that remained have told me much about how the world has changed in my absence, but having experienced it for myself..."

She brought her hand up to her helm, taking it off and exposing her rotten visage to the world.  “Miquella is gone.  My people need guidance, yet without him, there is no end goal left to guide them towards.  All of our kin are dead, missing, or insane.  To say nothing of Caelid; I cannot even begin to comprehend the horror I have inflicted on Radahn and his people.”

She hesitated once again, and for the first time in so very long, she allowed her weakness to show itself.  “I do not deserve your leniency, brother.  You have remained stalwart and sane, despite all that life has thrown at you, despite all that I aided in ruining.  I erred so greatly, where you remained true.  

I...I do not know what to do.  Yet I must do something.”

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[rottenbladeofmiquella]

He barks at her, but in a frightened way

She had simply been patrolling the land near Elphael when she had stumbled across the unusually large wolf. This was clearly no natural-born beast; even if its massive size had not been indication enough, the bright blue streak of fur down its back would have told all regardless. It did not seem truly aggressive as of yet; rather, it seemed more intimidated than anything else.

She was not sure what had triggered this wariness. Perhaps it was the simple unexpected nature of their encounter. Perhaps it smelled the Rot upon her skin, its unnatural taint offending the wolf's senses. Perhaps it smelled the blood upon her hands, the stain that never seemed to dissipate no matter how thoroughly she washed. Or maybe it was something as simple as an issue of territory, with her as the perceived intruder.

Regardless, she would rather not have the life of this creature on her conscious if she could afford it. She held out her prosthetic hand, her blade folded back so as not to present an unwarranted threat. There was no fear in her voice as she spoke. "Easy, friend. There need not be any cause for conflict between us."

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[rottenbladeofmiquella]

SENSES HEADCANON PROMPT - For multimuse blogs, please specify muse.

MIND : Does your muse act after their rationality or emotions? Why? 

BRAIN : If you are only allowed to pick one, which sentiment do you, the mun, associate the the most with your muse, and why?

HEAD : Was your muse closer to one of their parents, was equally close to both, or resented them? 

EAR : How does your muse react to being given unprompted advice? Do they follow it, resent it, e.t.c.? 

SIGHT : How is your muse’s sleeping schedule? Do they have a regular sleeping pattern, or if not, do they even want to have one? Does your muse sleep easily, or prefer to be awake for as long as they possibly can?

NOSE : What does your muse smell like? Do they have a signature scent, something that others associate them with?

MOUTH : Does your muse have a preference over sweet or savoury treats? 

HEART : Which one does your muse value the most within themselves respectively in others, emotions or rationality? Why? 

TOUCH : What is your muse’s opinion on physical touch? Do they actively seek it, shy away from it, enable it, or do not really have an opinion about it? Is physical touch something negative or positive for your muse? 

SKIN : Any noticeable scars or features on your muse’s skin? Do they try to hide or extenuate them, and why? 

HANDS : Is your muse good at controlling their emotions, do they repress them, or act before they have a time to think? Has your muse ever done something bad because they failed at controlling their emotions, and in that case how does your muse feel about it now? 

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[rottenbladeofmiquella]

👫 

His deathroot had finally found the haligtree after so long. After his deathroot nearly freezing over within the consecrated snowfield, he managed to successfully locatethe small town of Ordina. The place that leads you to the Haligtree itself.

His deathroot had been carefully traversing through the rot, his eyes carefully searching for who he was looking for. Miquella and Malenia, his siblings he held dear before they left.

He would eventually make his way to the haligtree roots. He would lay his eyes upon the Haligtree roots where his sister lies.

She would know a visitor had arrived when she could hear the sound of dripping water and the buzzing of flies. If she could see, she would see a dense fog had formed around her.

He would walk into her arena. Newly resurrected body at peak health, but beyond corrupted by deathroot. His hair was now a dull pale blond, and his skin a sickly white with purple tints. His eyes a dark grey that were clouded over. He dawned a quickly sewn up black cloak with his old blue robes hidden underneath. His eyes would immediately lay upon Malenia, being the first to break the silence between them.

"Malenia... is is truly thee?" His voice seemed to echo through the room, as if he was closer than she thought.

The Prince of Death has arrived at the Haligtree.

@deathblightprince

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Malenia sat alone in the depths of the Haligtree. Never one for ostentatious displays of authority, she rested upon a humble wooden chair, though sized for her unnatural height. Her remaining rotting arm was raised, eternally stretched out towards the empty spot where once her dearest Miquella had taken root. There she rested, unmoving, kept alive only by the watchful vigil of those that remained.

Yet, the very instant that which did not belong intruded upon the inner sanctum, Malenia stirred as she had not in decades. Flies were not so unknown to the rotting, but they were not alone. Dripping water...here? And this cold, moist feeling...fog? In the Haligtree's heart? She knew not the source of this phenomena, but it was not welcome. Nothing that intruded on the place Miquella had most beloved ever could be.

Her body ached and responded slowly, complaining with even the slightest movement for such a long time of disuse. She stood even as every muscle screamed, walking to her dormant arm and helm. She carefully picked them up and placed them back where they belonged, setting her helm and blade into place as she turned to face the footsteps that now echoed throughout the chamber.

She had been prepared to speak, to give the intruder a name for their death, but her words died in her throat as that voice rang out. The Rot had not yet claimed her eyes when she had last seen her elder brother alive. Her senses had not yet heightened enough to take note of his unique presence...but there was no mistaking that voice. Her sword was half-raised as the peerless warrior was suddenly caught between her desperate desire to believe and her inability to do so.

For just a moment, she was a little girl again, finding solace and safety with her twin in her big brother's arms.

"...Godwyn?"

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The world Malenia had awoken to was so unlike the one she had last known. Her people had been ecstatic when she had awoken from her long slumber, yet so few were left to bear witness to her return. And the stories they told! Of Rykard's madness, of Mohg's monstrous forces, of tarnished souls and the living dead, of all the ways her family and people had fallen to madness and despair.

Of Caelid.

Oh Radahn, noble brother, nothing I can say or do will make up for what I have inflicted upon you and your people.

The fact that she had played a not-inconsiderable part in bringing about these horrors was not lost on Malenia. She had marched her armies across the Lands Between, trampling all those that got in her way, and made war with Radahn. She had ruined her brother, inflicting upon both him and his lands an incurable blight. For nothing. All those lives lost, all those sacrifices made, just to fail in the end.

There was a debt to be paid. She had to do something, anything. It would not fix her folly, yet even so. She owed it to the magnificent man her desperation had destroyed. So it was that she had begun the long trek to Caelid, pausing only to bid her faithful to prioritize on living until she could return to them. It pained her to part with them so soon after their reunion, but she could not drag them into so personal a grievance. Not again.

The lands were as harsh and scarred as she had been told, and even more besides. Though the loss of her eyes had caused her to heighten her other senses to compensate, it was difficult to keep her bearings in a world so altered. It slowed her pace, but there was nothing for it; she could not afford to lose the path back to the Haligtree. She had sworn to return to those who had believed in her for so long, and she refused to let any more of those she cared for down. A task that would have been easier were it not for the multitude of monsters that desired to taste her rotten flesh, but...well, the more things changed, the more they stayed the same. Some things never learned.

It was on the long and winding road to the Starscourge's domain that Malenia encountered another sentient soul. There was nary a cloud in the sky that day, though the wind sought to blow hard enough to correct that oversight. The blustering breeze allowed her to hear the rustling of fabric, as well as the hollow clatter of metal. A helmet? No, rather, this sound...if she had not taken leave of her memory, was this not the sound of a prisoner's helm? Yet, a prisoner traveling on their lonesome in times as deadly as these?

She took pause for a moment. If even half of what she had been told of her surviving family was true, then this prisoner could be guilty of just about anything. It could be something heinous, certainly, but it could just as easily be something preposterous. It pained her to think of her blood in such a negative fashion, but the words of her people had been...unflattering. Perhaps this person before her had killed an orphaned child. Perhaps they had refused to do so. Who was Malenia, with all her mistakes and failures, to cast assertions of guilt against those she knew nothing about?

Malenia stepped forward, her longer strides allowing her to easily catch up with the other wanderer. She grabbed hold of her cape with her yet-flesh hand and held it up at an angle, blocking the sun from her new acquaintance. "Hail, fellow traveler. 'Tis a harsh day indeed to be wearing such a mass of metal upon your head. Though it may be a brief respite, allow me to grant you succor from the sun's gaze."

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starter call ,     feel  free  to  combine  multiple  prompts !

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