a wish that all could love

cecilae igniscor. 21.fervention good day to you ser or lady. it is a fine day, isn't it? this day surely makes me happy! welcome to my page! my name is cecilae igniscor, and i ride with my sisters sophrionia and aelorene in the hopes of saving our people from the horrible conditions in our region, fervention. i must admit i love a good story now and again, and i long to see a day when fervention encounters rain someday and i pray that the people of my home will thrive someday!

[haticesultanas]

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[myratyce]

Past || Myra & [Open]

          Reflecting on one’s past was a dangerous business. It was a past time full of rose-tinted memories and nostalgia staining the truth. Myra knew better, knew she must know better or she would be quite foolish. Yet sometimes she played that fool. A fool who clung to the simplicity of what life had been for the unknowing. A beautiful world where fighting was not and worries were few. But she’d learned young that wasn’t the truth, learned to hide behind pretty words and her truly warm heart. She was not hated by many to this day, was free to wander among the woods and flowers about Queensgarden yet quarrel with her brothers and love them the same. She adored her sister and treated her in kind.

          But in the dead of night, she found herself thinking on what this world could have been. Should have been. It was a rare thought, one she hated entertaining but knew not how to banish. And after sitting up among her linens she might find herself needing to tie on a dressing gown, retrieve a candle, and wander among the halls. Often she was left alone to do so. Not many souls joined her worrying one and even those that did rarely crossed her path or said hello.

          Though on such a night as this, when that rare soul faced her and acknowledged her, she smiled, nodded even, before facing back to the window, reflecting on a moonlit courtyard and the swimming in her head. Perhaps they would speak. Perhaps they would not. She knew not. But maybe it was time she stopped letting her mind roam alone in the dark.

[cecilaeigniscor]

The night was cool in Queensgarden. Cecilae pulled her cloak closer to herself, hoping that she didn't run into anyone who might be walking around. She looked at the open windows to the night sky. Stars littered the sky, and the full moon brightened the normally dark hallways.

Breathing deeply, Cecilae let her eyes shut as she slid down the hallway. She missed home; hopefully they went home soon. As much as she loved it here, she also loved home.

When Cecilae rounded a corner to a rather large window to encounter a lady leaning to look out the window. After a moment, Cecilae realized who it was. Smiling, Cecilae murmured, "Lady Myra, what a surprise. How are you this fine evening?"

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[cecilaeigniscor]

Baroness.

[cecilaeigniscor]

Upon the Throne || Cecilae + Wiley

[mrbradleycollins]

Wiley stepped into the bright halls of the castle that stood proud in Fervention. Marching straight ahead as he greeted those he knew and liked along the way. It had been two weeks since he had been at court as he had explored the surrounding for the enemy. He was to rapport to Aelorene and then see his wife. But the throne room was his first stop as hopefully Aelorene would be there. Nearing the throne room he heard someone saying something, followed by a laughter. 

For Wiley it didn’t take him much effort to know who the voice and laughter belonged to.Stepping inside, a huge grin resting on his lips, he had his hand on the hilt of the sword, his cloak revealing his shoulder and covering the rest.  He looked up at Cecilae sitting upon the throne. It was that he wasn’t wearing his armour and instead light fabrics that it was his voice that made him betray his presence. 

"Would my Queen like me to bow before her?" Wiley mused aloud, smirking at the young girl upon their eye contact. Sitting down dramatically on his knees. "I am yours to command."

[cecilaeigniscor]

Cecilae sat up as she watched someone walk into the throne room. Her heart beat fast; she hoped she wouldn't get in trouble for this. She rung her hands together in anticipation until she saw it was Wiley.

She smiled and sat back, hands perched in her lap. A light giggle escaped as Wiley asked whether he should bow. She knew he was just joking, but it was nice to have someone go along with the charade. 

"You shall," Cecilae said. She held out her hand in anticipation. "Mine to command? Well then... I shall come up with something interesting for my subject." She waited a moment before busting out laughing once more.

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Marcelle both adored and loathed naivety. At once time, perhaps, when she was very young, she believed that there was a goodness to be found in all people. Over time, however, that theory slowly proved itself to be wrong, a falsehood entirely, and therefore, after several instances of unnecessary amounts of pain, she dismissed it as a notion at all.

"How noble of you," she commented smoothly, returning the curtsey in the smallest motion that she could manage. Her suspicions, then, were confirmed. This was indeed one of the hardened blossoms of the South. The black velvet she wore was as heavy as the bejewelled diamond necklace that hung against her hollow sternum and barely moved along with her. "I am Marcelle." Still out of courtesy to her sisters, she disposed of the last name. "There are, indeed, many festivities here. Sometimes I wonder whether Deston enjoys much else."

[cecilaeigniscor]

"It is lovely to meet you, Lady Marcelle." Cecilae smiled, hoping her kindness shined through. She wondered what the lady before her was thinking. It seemed like she was an expert at concealing herself, perhaps even more so than Cecilae's own sister, Sophrionia. On the one hand, Cecilae felt a true kindness from Marcelle, and yet at the same time, she felt a certain chill down her spine for whatever reason.

Cecilae shook those thoughts away and thought about the different parties Marcelle spoke about. She wondered how many happened. It seemed like just yesterday they had returned home to go to Queensgarden for the Tyce twins' birthday, and now they were back in Winterhaven for a new event. "It must be truly exhausting. I would dance so much..." She laughed. "I'd probably fall from how much fun I would have!"

[cecilaeigniscor]

Upon the Throne || Cecilae + OPEN

Normally, Cecilae would regard formalities such as this with a much more open mind, but at the moment, all Cecilae could see was the two thrones before her and no one else around. Biting her lip, she looked before her and saw no one around. Most must still be at the festivities in the rooms a little ways away, she thought. She stepped closer, running her hands on the arm rests. They were simply magnificent. She remembered when she was younger and her siblings and she would play Queens and Kings around in Fervention. This was different though. This was an actual queen's throne.

Turning, Cecilae sat in it, her mind wandering to all the times she'd gotten to play queen. Did she want to be queen now? No, certainly not, Cecilae told herself. She just wanted to live. But she could let her mind roam. She straightened her back and looked as regal as possible towards the open doors.

Her thoughts still running, she spoke in her regal tone with obvious joking in her voice. "I am your queen now," before laughing loudly to herself. She laid her head back and continued her little game to herself.

[brideofwar-deactivated20131112]

Echo || Soph and Cecilae

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"One…" she trailed off, before looking at her sister. "Two…three." she giggled, sitting on the chair across from Cecilae. "The wine here is good, I have never drank anything as good as this." Soph sighed, and blinked a little, a small smile on her lips.

[cecilaeigniscor]

Cecilae laughed at her obviously drunk sister. It amused her to see her sister let loose like this, even if it was because of the wine she'd drunk. Cecilae sipped a little bit more of the wine her sister had offered her. "This wine certainly tastes different than what I'm used to, Sister, but we must still be careful with how much we drink, no?" She looked up at Sophrionia, waiting for her final word on the matter. Cecilae, despite her sisters and brother's drinking abilities, couldn't hold her wine, and she certainly didn't need to make a fool of herself in front of nobles from every kingdom. She could have just as good of a time without being inebriated.

[themadnattersofrp-deactivated20]

Marcelle took in the approaching woman with a glance that slid smooth as glass around the room. Well, at least she was pretty. But there was that ruddiness about her, that hardened appearance despite her initial innocence, and she knew, oh, she knew that it had to be one of the Southerners. Which interested her greatly for her own reasons.

"Oh, it’s simply marvellous," she said, attempting to insert some enthusiasm into her tone of voice, gesturing toward the dancing with her half-filled goblet. "Look at all of this happiness and frivolity."

[cecilaeigniscor]

She watched the woman before her. When she spoke, Cecilae felt the little apprehension in her nerves fall away; she sounded enthusiastic about the festivities. But even as Cecilae thought this, she felt something was off about this whole ordeal.

"In times like these, I remember all that is good in our world." Cecilae smiled. "I am Cecilae. Cecilae Igniscor, my lady. It is an honor to meet you." She curtsied and stood back up. "Are there many festivities like this in the North?"

[themadnattersofrp-deactivated20]

She cannot, and will not, disguise her sneer as she remained in the corner, listening to the festivities that once again wracked her head and gave her a migraine. The only good thing was that the wine here was not watered.

[cecilaeigniscor]

Cecilae looked over her shoulder towards the woman looking unemotionally towards the festivities. She wondered what the woman was thinking. Cecilae sipped a little bit more wine, hoping to not drink too much. She set the drink down and stood, wandering over to the woman. There was always an opportunity to make new friends, and this offered a good opportunity, did it not?

"Magnificent evening, is it not, my lady?" Cecilae bowed and smiled towards her.

[brideofwar-deactivated20131112]

Echo || Soph and ____

"Wine?" Soph offered, smiling. Her cheeks were flushed red, and the cup she was holding was already her third.

[cecilaeigniscor]

"How much have you drank already, Sister?" Cecilae laughed and took the glass of wine offered. She set it on the table, eyeing it, before taking a little sip. She could barely hold her liquor, but it was best not to turn away from the wine offered.

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[cecilaeigniscor]

le peintre || Cecilae + Etienne

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So the rumours of her powerful sisters were true. Etienne shifted aside very slightly to give Cecilae more room, at the same time angling himself so that she might see the canvas better. Though he still felt nervous, she exuded a rather friendly, calming aura, and Etienne found himself warming to her presence.

When she asked the question, however - have you met her? - Etienne’s cheeks all but burst into flame. Faintly, he remembered the touch of his lips upon hers, and a surge of guilt washed through him. Ducking his head, he nodded and attempted a polite smile. “I h-have,” he mumbled, not quite sure how to explain what had happened. Cecilae, at least, seemed uninformed of the previous evening’s occurrences. “We have b-become… friends,” he said, then added in a quiet tone, “I p-painted a portrait for her.”

He looked up into Cecilae’s eyes gravely, trying to communicate the fact that he was, indeed, allied with the South, and that he was risking his very life by speaking in this manner. “I w-would like to make m-more friends from the S-S-South,” he whispered, his eyes filled with concern.

[cecilaeigniscor]

Smiling, Cecilae watched Etienne flush and duck his head. When he said he painted a portrait of her sister, Cecilae sat up and asked as quickly as possible, "You painted a picture of my sister? I must ask her about it. Has she seen it yet?"

Her smile waned as Etienne seemed to become more and more quiet. She wondered what he wanted to say. Was he trying to say something? She cocked her head to the side, wondering if he meant to be conveying something quietly. When he said he wanted more friends from the South, Cecilae's fears left her. Elated, she let out a sigh of relief and held out a hand. "Well, I would be honored to be friend to one with such abilities as yourself."

Cecilae stood and looked at Etienne once more. They had just begun to truly get along and yet Cecilae knew she had to go. Bowing her head, she said, "Forgive me, my lord, but I must go now. I've forgotten that my sisters requested a meeting with me before we leave Queensgarden. It was an honor to meet you. I pray to see your painting when it is finished."

With that, Cecilae turned and began to leave her safe place. She wondered when she would see him again. He had just said he would like to make more friends from the South. She stopped, turned towards him, and said, "Perhaps we could write to one another. Would you like that, my lord?"

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Aelorene felt troubled at this. She could have sworn that Romain would have at least attempted to see her other sisters, though their own meeting had indeed been one of chance. The bond of family was waning thin with time and separation, and she wasn’t sure what to do about it, not when he was being so stubborn about staying away from it all. Forgetting who he was and where he comes from.

"Do not let it trouble your heart," Aelorene said gently. "There are still a number of days left, and we might see him yet. It isn’t as though the places he graces are great in number. It should be relatively easy to track him down." Though she had inherited the trait of stealth from him. He always had a knack for disappearing when he was needed or wanted. It more than likely would be better not to mention that she had spoken with him.

"I saw him from afar and he was perfectly healthy. Indulging in the drink as usual. One of these days," she continued, allowing herself to paint hope, "he will tire of it and the absences and he will return to where he belongs."

[cecilaeigniscor]

Nodding, Cecilae replied, "Let us hope he returns to us safely." Romain would always be welcome back home. No matter what happened, he was their brother and Romain would always have a place with them. Cecilae wondered what her brother was up to now. The last time they'd spoken, they'd agreed to exchange letters still but she had yet to receive on from him. Maybe he was just busy, she figured.

Or, he just wanted to keep a distance.

No, Romain would never deliberately do that.

Cecilae shook her head and decided she needed sleep. This day tired her too much and her usual optimism was beginning to dwindle. "Sister, I apologize but I am feeling a little lightheaded. If you would excuse me, I feel sleep calling me." She bowed and raised, smiling at her sister as she began walking to her own tent located nearby. Her cheeks flushed and she felt her head hurting from everything this day. But the sun would rise again tomorrow and all would return to the good she knew it to be.

[crystal-wittman-deactivated2014]

Deeply concerned || Tess & Cecilae

[crystal-wittman-deactivated2014]

Tess did what she could only do, and that was to nod along to Cecilae’s words. She wouldn’t have disagreed with them per se, she too believed that there was good out there in the world, one of those people were sat in front of her this very second. She did doubt however, just how many people Cecilae believed to share her positive traits, because that would be a seldom few. Though she did not wish to upset the girl with her negative thought and so did what she could from doing so. 

Turning her head as her hand came to rest upon her stomach, Tess absorbed some of the passing scenery, although it dulled somewhat the closer they got to Fervention. Then again, the heat had a tendency to kill all in it’s path and so this was not surprising. Her attention was brought back to Cecilae as she spoke about marriage, which caused her to smile. 

Although Tess wasn’t sure how much say, if any, she would have in marriage alliances, as she presumed there was soon to be, but she made a promise to herself there and then to find Cecilae the best possible match as she honestly deserved nothing more. “I don’t blame you! Snow can be awfully tiresome!” She laughed with a smile, “Have you had any thought as to who you would like to marry?”

[cecilaeigniscor]

Marriage. Cecilae smiled as carefully as possible, hoping to not show how much that word scared her now. It hadn't meant anything mere months ago, and now with all that she'd endured from her family talking to her about it, she couldn't help but be scared.

Cecilae didn't want an ungallant husband, and she certainly didn't want a husband only that would benefit alliances. She knew this world was filled with that thought; women only married men for politics these days it seemed. Cecilae wanted to marry a man she loved or a man she could fall in love with.

"Marriage... I want to fall in love," Cecilae said. She turned to Tess and thought of how she and Wiley shared a love that crossed the bounds of their kingdoms. They had found one another despite all the obstacles in the way, and they had proof enough to that with their unborn child. "Do you think it possible, Lady Tess?"

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[cecilaeigniscor]

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[goldenalchemistx-deactivated201]

Aelorene did not have to hear the words to know whom her sister was thinking about. It brought a distinct heaviness to her heart that she could not erase. She had seen their brother, and he had sought her out, and yet again he had demonstrated resistance against the thoughts that there was anything happening at all. He had remained his old self, as usual, but there had been something intriguing in his eyes, an uncharacteristic concern which she hadn’t anticipated. 

"With the way she inclines her head and looks through those steely eyes, I think the men will be shaking in their boots before she has a chance to speak and weave the tale itself." She attempted to do her best to steer the conversation that way, but it was apparent that the absence of their brother weighed more heavily on Cecilae’s heart than she would express openly, and Aelorene felt herself sympathising, though she knew that was a weakness in and of itself. She missed him as well, and wanted nothing more than for him to be with them, even if he did not openly accept a side in the war as of yet. "Have .. you seen him?"

[cecilaeigniscor]

Staring at her sister, Cecilae felt as if something was off now. Perhaps she shouldn't have mentioned their brother. It might have been better that way, she guessed. Had she seen her brother? Cecilae let her thoughts drift back to their last meeting when she'd first visited Queensgarden. Since then she hadn't seen him though, and it caused an ache in her heart.

Tightening her hands together as her chest began to hurt, Cecilae shook her head. "No, Sister. I have not..." She smiled thinly. "He has evaded any sort of contact it seems. I miss him terribly though." Tears gathered in her eyes and she looked towards their people a little ways away. Her stomach knotted, twisting and turning; Cecilae missed Romain and she wished he would just come home. It would make everything better, she knew it would.

She sniffled and smiled. "We will encounter one another again someday. I know it. We will be a family again."