Knowledge is power.

Miriel | Scholar | Shepherd | Curious Patron of the Mysteries of our Natural World

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Curiosities and Conclusions || OPEN THREAD

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jehannanmage :

Once he saw she had decided to follow, the boy took off anew, a spring in his step and a sprightly tune on his lips. But upon receiving her question, he fell for a moment silent before humming and hawing in consideration and then,

“Mmyup! All on my own.” No bragging - simply matter of fact. “I had been staying with my teacher, Master Saleh, but determined that I should like to continue my studies of magic and its relations to the world on the road itself.”

Ewan took his steps slowly now, more deliberate than before as he looked skyward and pondered over his being here. “Mostly, I follow wherever my feet lead me,” he mused aloud. That was the wanderer’s creed, was it not? “But I do intend to return someday - he has much left to teach me, I am sure.”

Skipping over a small brook, he soon came to a halt, for camp really was not so far away. It was modest, a cloth lean-to laid up against a barrier of small trees, a few odds and ends neatly stacked under it. A fire pit lay just beyond, black ashes contained within a small pile of rocks, and a spit - functional but mostly crude - had been erected above it. Hefting his cauldron, Ewan hung it from the spit and wasted little time chucking a few pieces of wood beneath it. Busy, busy, he struck a fire curiously not with magic but with flint, and in little enough time a cozy blaze simmered, licking at the stew.

“It’s not much,” he offered casually. “But it’s home away from home. If you’re hungry now, I have some bread and jerky I could offer?”

A wanderer, interesting. A seeker of adventure and perhaps… truth? It seems more like a coming-of-age adventure, a passage to adulthood and true knowledge. Whoever this Master Saleh was, Miriel could tell that the young mage held them in high regards.

Miriel pulled up her garments as she walked over the brook, heading towards the small camp. She couldn’t help but write down her observations on this camp site. The way the tent was pitched and what materials it was made out of, all of those components intrigued her. Regarding foreigners, it was always helpful to learn more about their technique and culture as a whole. One cannot find the truth of universe without understanding the occupants within.

“Fire pit with a rusting spit, most interesting.” She muttered before pushing her glasses up to look at Ewan. “A kind offer, one that I will take.” This was another plausible observation that could hint at how Ewan and the people where he came from prepare their food. Jerky was universal to most realms, but the meat and how it is prepared can tell you a lot of the culture’s culinary endeavors.  

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First Meeting w/ Chrom | CLOSED

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sapphiresovereign : 

It was bad enough that she apparently wasn’t suppose to be here, but more over, she hardly paid him any mind!

He stood utterly flabbergasted for a long minute. He was the Prince of the Halidom! And she just brushed him aside for some old book?!

He stomped over to where she now sat and pulled the book down by it’s spine, essentially making her look at him.

“Do you know who I am?” This was his home! His castle! How dare she treat him in such a way!

There was little to no interest when it came to whoever this young boy was. Miriel always saw herself as someone more mature than most kids her age, and while that was true it was definitely seen as vain. She wasn’t the type to go around with other children and play outside; her friends lied on the pages of these books!

“No I don’t. Of course I wouldn’t, you haven’t introduced yourself.” Miriel doesn’t even look up from the field study she is reading. She’s not going to introduce first either, instead waiting for this rather vulgar boy to do that instead.

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((ooc: hi yall! will be kind of slow since this month is a SUPER BUSY month with school as well as inktober as well as other things in my life!! but i swear to you replies are all coming and ill be able to finally bust out the good fire emblem arts once oct finishes up!!! ))

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Maizerable - Miriel & Say’ri

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heartofchonsin :

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Say’ri would not call herself particularly bad at navigating without a prior guide, but she was on the verge of defeat. She’d seen many people moving through the maze, but a mix of pride and shyness had muted her mouth. She could scent the deliciousness of the food as the breeze blew the smoke from the stalls over to the maze, and a short meal was past due. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw a familiar-looking hat.

“Hie!” Say’ri called, “Don’t I know you? Lady Miriel, ‘tis a relief to see a familiar face.”

Miriel was not there because she was trying to enjoy the maze, but rather she was looking at the interior structure and the vegetation that made the walls. When she saw the other, Miriel pushed her glasses up. 

“Say’ri, salutations. It appears you came to the maze for a reason?  don’t see yourself as the kind of person who’d enjoy something like this.” Probably because theses mazes are extremely frustrating, but the trick was to move along the right side until you come to the end. 

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😵 ; [prompt twist - Berkut accidentally bumps into Miriel hard enough to knock her glasses off, now he has to help her find them in the crowd]

The downside to being an active reader throughout her entire life was that she currently needed to rely on eye wear in order to properly read fine print. Not only were they required to read text, but it slowly became difficult for her to have proper vision without wearing them. Without her glasses even the closest of objects would appear in a strange haze. Is it worth he knowledge she acquired throughout the years? Absolutely. 

Still, when a stranger bumped into her while she was looking down at her observation book, her glasses knocked off and landed somewhere on the floor. Naga please tell me they didn’t break. She thought before looking around the ground. 

“Excuse me, did you see where my glasses fell to?” Miriel asked the person who had caused the incident. 

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🍁 - "Miriel found the neat piles of leaves to be interesting, perhaps, too organized? Were these leaves actually artificial? She bent down to inspect them."

As Miriel intensely studied the leaves, a green and purple blur streaked past her, emitting a loud “WHEEEEEEEEE” sound. A small green-haired mage then landed in one of the neat piles, scattering them everywhere.

“That was fun! Do you want to jump with me?”

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worthymage :

Nino squinted at Miriel in confusion. It was obvious, wasn’t it? So obvious that Nino couldn’t come up with an answer.

“I don’t know. It just is. Didn’t you ever do it when you were a kid?”

Fun was quite a subjective word. Miriel’s idea of fun had always been different than other children’s her age and it wasn’t fun unless it was coupled with necessity. 

“No I have not, what benefits would I receive if I were to jump into the leaf piles?” She asked the child. 

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🔍 You are now smaller than before! :0!!

Miriel blinked. In a moment she was spending time in the dungeon checking on the festivities that occurred and the next thing she knew she was staring at the table leg. The only thing different was that the table leg seemed to be the size of a pillar. Inspecting her surroundings, it seemed that everything had grown - or perhaps… she had shrunk. 

She quickly shuffled over to the table leg to prevent being stepped on, once she saw there were other people walking about. Was it a spell? A curse? What had happened?! Checking her satchel, Miriel gave a sigh of relief once she felt the familiar bag on her. At least then she can write down her experiences. Thankfully, Miriel is a calm patient scholar who takes these disturbances with a grain of salt. 

Instead, she cupped her hands and shouted, “HELLO! I REQUIRE SOME ASSISTANCE!” 

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🍁 - "Miriel found the neat piles of leaves to be interesting, perhaps, too organized? Were these leaves actually artificial? She bent down to inspect them."

As Miriel intensely studied the leaves, a green and purple blur streaked past her, emitting a loud “WHEEEEEEEEE” sound. A small green-haired mage then landed in one of the neat piles, scattering them everywhere.

“That was fun! Do you want to jump with me?”

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The leaves dispersed, flying into the air and slowly danced its way back to the ground. Miriel pulled an orange leaf off her hat and inspected it before looking to the young girl. The older mage tilted her head, pushing her glasses up.  “Fun? Why was jumping into a neatly-formed piles of leaves fun?” She didn’t ask in a condescending way, but more of a tone that suggested actual curiosity. She’s seen other children jump into leaf piles, but it always confused her why they would do such a thing since they’d have to rake them back later. 

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FERP Anniversary Meme

Courtyard: The main festival area.

🍷 - give someone a cup of mulled wine or cocoa 🍎 - give somebody a snack (specify) ☄️ - give somebody a firework to light. 🍏 - play a trick on somebody. (specify) ✨ - watch the fireworks together. 🔫 - Use your skills to shoot targets and win a prize - or miss and cause problems.

Garden: The quiet retreat.

🐸 - hand somebody a frog. Perhaps it has something meaningful to say? Perhaps it wants a kiss? 🐰 - you see a rabbit in a hurry - Grab a friend and follow him!! 🌿 - You and another person are stuck in the hedge maze. 🍁 - enjoy the Liminal Castle’s carefully maintained leaf piles. 😘  - Invite somebody to a quiet corner where you won’t be found~. 🏃 - steal something. Food? Clothing? A kiss? (specify)

Ballroom: The Party Room. 

💃 - Invite somebody to dance 💜 - Invite somebody to slow dance 🐣 - Invite somebody to do the chicken dance. 🚑 - Invite someone to make a fool of themselves with you on the dance floor. 👠 - Challenge someone to a dance-off. Your status as a mover and shaker is on the line. 😓 - My muse finds yours on the balcony while trying to get some air.

The Dungeon: Win the crown if you succeed. 

🍄 - ask somebody you’ve never met about what is going on. 🎃 - fight the scarecrow armies 🔍 - You are now smaller or bigger than before! (specify) 🚀 - The teleportation squares from FE15 take you somewhere else! (specify) 😵 - You have been temporarily blinded by Fog Of War. You can’t see a goddamn thing, my dude. My muse has to help you out. ☠️ - You find a monster. It’s very big. 👑  - Emperor’s Orders: You have one command. Will you use it to have someone win you a prize? Bring you a drink? Carry you on their shoulders?

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First Meeting w/ Chrom | CLOSED

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sapphiresovereign :

Tiny legs kicked back and forth as Chrom sat in a chair too tall for him. With head held in his hands, his eyelids kept threatening to shut the longer he stared at this book.

It was much too thick, and the letters much too tiny. History could be sooooo boooooring!

His teacher had left him to study and said he would be back within the hour, with lunch ready for the two. He wasn’t sure how long ago that had been, but frankly it was too long. Chrom huffed, and laid his head down.

Emm was busy today, he couldn’t rightfully distract her. He needed to be independent for her after all! But it did get lonely sometimes.

Almost to answer his prayer, he heard the library doors open on the far side of the room, and he sat straight up. He awaited eagerly, expecting his teacher to walk back through the rows, but whoever it was tarried in them.

Perhaps a servant then? But wouldn’t they know Chrom’s lesson was today? Bewildered, Chrom stood, and with a resolute puff of his chest, walked towards the noise.

He wasn’t sure what to expect, but what he saw wasn’t it. A girl - about his age even - looking in awe at the shelves of the Royal Library.

“Hey.” He says to bluntly announce his presence. “Are you suppose to be here.”

So much knowledge, the vast shelves presented themselves to the young girl as her large glasses shone against the light coming from the windows. How amazing this all is! Miriel couldn’t stop herself from jogging a bit through the rows until she came across some of her favorite subject: science!

As she reached up to grab one of the field studies, a voice came from the side. Oh no was it an adult? When she saw it was just another child around her age, Miriel went back to not caring. Instead she gave a short reply to the boy.

“No.” Then Miriel took the field study and opened it to read the introduction and table of contents. She most certainly wasn’t supposed to be there but that wasn’t going to stop her from learning the truth of the universe! She sat down, crossing her legs and flipped through the study. Her eyes widen at the different experiments, more enthralled by the knowledge rather than the boy that loudly made his presence known.  

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goodnaturedthief :

Colm hesitates on giving any real info to her, but…well, she already caught him, picking up by the scuff his neck like a mother cat. Did he have much else to lose?

“Nah, I’m from Renais. Not much I can say about that.” He struggles, shoving his hands into his pockets and stretching a bit. “You heard of it?”

“…Good thief? Weren’t you just sayin’ how bad at the burglar gig I was?” Colm scoffs, but gives a lopsided grin. “And yeah, I know. War ain’t nothin’ new, guess I chose a bad vacation spot, huh? And whether or not I’m gonna steal…Well, it depends.

Which side’s the ‘good’ side?”

Renais? While it didn’t come quickly to her, it took Miriel a moment to think back to her studies and flip through her book. It finally rings a bell when she thinks about the twin lords of the nation. Ah, it was a tale she’s heard about in other research papers and such. “I think I have indeed heard of it, the country is ruled by twins, am I correct?” She flipped through the pages once more until she found an incomplete sketch of the entirety of Magvel.

“Interesting, you have come quite a ways.” Miriel added before looking at the thief. “Also, you are a good thief because you are indeed bad at it, so you haven’t caused any proper damage yet.” She sighed softly and placed her book away.

“I suppose that ‘good’ is subjective. As I was born and raised here, I find the Exalt and her royal family to be the proper guides to a just and peaceful era. As I know Lord Chrom and Lady Lissa personally, I can assure you that their hearts are ‘good.’ I suppose a better way to look at the question is what do you deem ‘bad’? I find those who strive and hunger for power and wealth without regards to other humans to be the kind of people I deem unworthy of being called ‘good’.”

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Curiosities and Conclusions || OPEN THREAD

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jehannanmage :

‘Assess its power and credibility,’ she’d said… Ewan hid his amusement behind a sheepish smile, crimson eyes twinkling with mirth. Assess… Yeah. That hadn’t quite been what he’d had in mind, but it sounded a bit smarter put that way than a simple, silly need to play with fire… even if that urge was backed with a somewhat equally silly experiment. Two birds, one stone, and all that.

“Well then!”

Slapping the lid back onto the cauldron, he took his tome out from under his arm and conscientiously attached it at his waist.  The yew staff he bent over, picked up, and latched to his back. Last but not least, the youth crouched down and hefted up the cauldron, carrying the better part of its weight against his chest.

“If you’re not sure what you’re up to, you ought to join me for lunch! This stew isn’t going to cook and eat itself, after all, and I’d love to hear more of what you’ve studied as a scholar.” Taking large yet measured steps, he began to hum as he made his way from the clearing… but he’d not gone more than a few paces before he turned to glance over his shoulder with a grin. “I made camp not too far from here, just outside of town.”

Yes, there is definitely some comparable traits to this young mage and Ricken. The short smile was something she’d seen in the other young boy, glistening when she had given him proper assessments on their work and spells. Was it a specific word? Or perhaps just the way Miriel explained phenomenons? Nevertheless, Miriel continued.

It’s common to find Miriel without food when she works, as fueling herself falls under other multitude of work in her priorities. There was a time she got up from her chair after researching and fell right to the floor from lack of water. After that, someone would have to take periodic checks on her to make sure she attained enough water.

Miriel nodded gently. “I wouldn’t mind that.” She answered before following Ewan. It definitely isn’t because her stomach is softly rumbling, but Miriel was definitely more intrigued on how this young sir prepares his soup and what his base camp looks like. He’s not from Ylisse at all, but seemingly not from other nearby establishments at all – it’s almost as if he was from another time period.

“Did you travel here alone?” She asked, not bothering to take out her books to record the information provided.

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On anon, tell me what your muse thinks of mine and they’ll try to guess who it is!

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First Meeting w/ Chrom | CLOSED

What’s special about this new Exalt is that she took time to take care of her citizens and listen to their needs. Not only does she listen, but Her Highness goes out of her way to fix those problems as well. There’s absolutely no need to do something like that, the only thing you gain is reputation with your subjects; but Emmeryn is different. She truly does care for everyone in Ylisse like her family, and so there are specific days in the month where the gates are open for the public.

Miriel is about the age of seven, holding onto the sleeve of her mother’s robe as they wait in line to talk to the Exalt. Her parents have an inquiry about new research and other scientific endeavors and as an only child Miriel is dragged along. Her parents know that her mind is a curious one (as any child of scholars should be) so they allow her to wander off on her own. Their only request is she not take anything that’s not her’s and ask permission before touching or borrowing any mysterious and unknown object. The young girl takes those requests happily.

The first place she wants to go to is the library. Of course the Royal Castle would have a vast amount of information, perhaps some secrets on the world beyond. It excited Miriel to think she was so closes to finding answers, even though it’s a small amount compared to the many questions that ran though her head.

It takes her awhile to find where the library is, as Miriel took many different stops throughout the castle to marvel at the different architecture as well as paintings. Finally she arrives in the library after sneaking around and peeks her head in. Shine sparkles on her glasses as Miriel looks up to the many different books that elevated themselves on high shelves. She probably doesn’t even know how to properly read all of them! Imagine all the words she has yet to learn! Thank Naga she has a dictionary with her at all times in her trusty, faithful satchel.

Beaming, Miriel jumps right into the library and starts going through the many rows, staring in awe at the different texts and scrolls before her.

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empirical -- miriel

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countreglay :

The realm of theoretical magic was like an old cloak–comfortable, easy to slip into, a familiar thing. It promising, then, to see that Miriel had taken so easily to it as well. He was in good company, Pent decided as he watched the woman pick out a text without any hesitation and explain her choice of source material. Pent reached out to take it from her after she had marked the pages of interest, but then she had paused.

(Something in the glint of light across her spectacles as she shifted sent a shiver down his spine. Canas had never looked at him like that–like he was a curiosity. A specimen? Pent supposed she was not wrong in that regard though.)

A soft sigh of disappointment left his lips as she set the book back down on the table. He had been hoping to take a gander when she was done. 

“I do not intend to… stir up any trouble in Ylisstol, I assure you,” he stated slowly, hands up again in a placating gesture in case she had taken offence to his prying. He could think of at least a dozen nobles off the top of his head who would be immediately indignant if one were to bring up the Saint’s humble origin with the wrong tone of voice. “I have travelled from far away–as you may have already noticed–and Ylisse is but one of many nations that I have visited since the Gates became accessible…”

“I am not researching Naga, per say. She has become something of a… point of interest.” Her name was spoken in other continents as well, and while some may have taken it as further proof of her divinity, Pent was skeptical. There were no gods. Not in Elibe. Could they have truly existed in other lands? If so, had any of them once looked upon Elibe? “A personal inquiry. Even the Saint of Etruria was but human once.”

The man was a seeker of truth, just like any other proper scholar or scientist. When there is curiosity, the need to cure it comes racing right after. It’s a push and pull effect – at least for anyone who is on the path of enlightenment. There are times where curiosity can overcome you and leave you with even more questions than answers.

What struck Miriel was the word ‘human.’ It was a specific adjective, a description for a race. Miriel nodded her head gently, intrigued. Shifting her glasses up, the mage looked over to the newcomer and closed one of her books. “If you must know, a lot of the texts here not only hail Naga was a deity, but a dragon. I’m unsure how much you do know about the lore, but she is notably one of the Divine Dragons amongst many others.” Miriel explained before correcting herself. “At least that’s what the old text says.” You can’t forget to cite source.

“In the same text, Naga was said to transform into a manakete, so she never truly was human. It was a possibility that she could’ve turned herself into a human but she willingly chose to maintain some of her dragon form. Interesting isn’t it?” Miriel, despite her love for information and discovery, does not look interested. Her face just seems to be stoic all the time.

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would anyone be interested in a thread with miriel?? im on an URG E ))

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13.2.16 happy late birthday miriel!!!!