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elvmaiden:

Catania held her friend’s hand tightly, watching Amberle speak, wondering when her princess had turned into such a fierce warrior. Yes, Amberle had always been strong but lately she was carrying such a burden on her shoulders, changing so much… “We will survive this together, if all else shall fail I am sure of at least that simple fact.” Her words were true, though Catania had not been aware of such conviction within her. “You make me realise that every time you speak, Amberle.” The young elleth finally managed to smile weakly. “It is so easy for you to cheer me up, so easy to chase away those dark thoughts… if anyone can save us it will be you, I know that deep in my bones.”

“Your confidence in me means a great deal,” Amberle told her, exhaling slowly. “I have little of my own, in the face of what is to come... But knowing that you believe I can do this helps. But - it is time we eat. I forget, sometimes, in all the madness around us, and I suspect you do as well, with how much you worry. Come with me to the kitchens; perhaps we can raid the stockroom for sweets like we did as children. I think it will lift both our spirits to be a little silly and childish right now.”

#elvmaiden

wintermae:

“Difficulties meanin’ that the previous guardian was dead?” That was the first conclusion her mind goes to even as she listens. “An’ the idea of dark hearts bein’ here ‘sn’t that hard to believe. Sounds like your Druids put in a…magical doggy door.” Mae pauses long enough to nod. “Can you show me where this portal thing ‘s?”

“...No,” Amberle replies, frowning. “That’s... not quite it. But she was in no state to provide a long, monotonous monologue about the fate of the world, to say the least.” She closes her eyes, breathing deeply. “I can sense it, like someone can feel a wound in their body... But I can’t show it to you. It’s too dangerous for anyone else to come, though I appreciate your willingness.”

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rovertosurvive:

Eretria didn’t say anything at first. The idea of being sold to anyone for any amount didn’t exactly sit well with her. Hell, it was the reason she went to all that trouble to break into Arborlon upon Cephalo’s orders. Her freedom was worth everything to her; to not be someone else’s property anymore. “The freedom part was more important at the time. Besides,” the rover shrugged. “I got a better deal in the end.” There was a short pause before she spoke again. “You will be keeping that promise, right?”

“If we both survive long enough for you to claim it, yes. That’s a trivial price to pay for the continued survival of the world as we know it. I’ll pay it out of my own pockets if I have to. I’ll put it in writing, if you want. Even if I don’t survive, if the world does... I’ve been pampered with expensive gifts my whole life. I won’t need it if I don’t make it. My effects should more than cover the price we agreed on.”

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awhisperofsilk:

The Rover girl’s mouth twisted as she rolled her eyes. One mention of her ‘ father ’ was enough to rile her, but Eretria wouldn’t give the Princess the satisfaction of letting that show. ‘ Right. Because you’re an expert on him. Or at least, you almost were. Remind me again—who saved you before you got to know my ‘ father ’ a little too well…? ’ It was a low blow, but Princess started it. ‘ You know nothing about Cephelo, and you know nothing about me. So stop acting like you do. ’

“Fine,” Amberle announced, slightly irritable. “I know one thing, at least, and it’s that you had the decency to help me. For the money, of course,” she added placidly. “You’re going to some incredibly dangerous lengths just for money, but your motives are your motives. I certainly won’t question them. Publically.”

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swancloakprincess:

A small, sad smile flitted across Emma’s face. Elven hunters were one of the extremely rare exceptions to Nolan’s open gates, refusing to allow anyone who hunted another living person for trophies onto their land, knowing their laws would do little to sway them short of imprisoning them. “No apology is needed, Amberle. Instead, how about I show you to where you will stay until you are ready to continue on with your quest? So you may get some rest and not be bothered by anyone.”

“Thank you,” Amberle said gratefully, exhausted as she was. “Your kingdom is beautiful, by the way. There’s so many different kinds of people here... I’ve never seen a place like this.” She looked around at the room she was in, as if to try to take in the whole of the place while she could. “I wish every place in the Four Lands could be so open and peaceful.”

#swancloakprincess

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#out of choices

rovertosurvive:

She was thinking how she always thought: on survival. And that meant being able to stand on your own two feet by any means necessary. She had seen a chance to add to their food supply and had taken it. She could have taken all their food, but the rover wasn’t completely without heart. “I picked that group because they had plenty of food. They’ll get over it.”

The rover walked over to one of the horses, stuffing the stolen food into one of the leather saddlebags. She kept her back to the Princess as she spoke, fighting the urge to roll her eyes at the speech. She waited until Amberle was done before turning around to face the elf again. “Believe it or not, I have no plans on dying any time soon. You promised me twenty times the amount of coin Cephalo was paying, and I fully intend to collect. So, no, I don’t have a death wish, Princess. I just have the balls to take what we need when I see it.”

She really could not believe Eretria sometimes - but it was over and done with, and no one died, so she let it go. She would stop taking stupid risks soon enough, and Amberle was starting to realize that no amount of lectures would teach her that lesson. Her sheer dumb luck would have to fail her, and they could only hope it wouldn’t be a monumental, drastic failure. May as well change the subject. “I saw the purse he gave you. I don’t know how much your freedom is worth to you, but he could have sold you to someone else for three times that sum. You were robbed,” she told Eretria.

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elvmaiden:

“You‘re fighting for all of us, not only for me.“, it was a mere whisper, for Catania did not wish to voice her friend‘s burden so openly, yet it was a fact neither of them could ignore. This was bigger then the both of them and so much was at stake… “You want to hear the truth, friend? In the face of all that has happened my own thoughts and emotions feel so small, so useless… Yet I cannot help and lie awake every night fearing what the next day will bring, who I will have to mourn next.“

“Catania, I feel the same way. All this talk of fate - it gives me no more certainty than anyone else. All I can do is what I think is best, and that is all you can do as well, and I can assure you - if all you manage to do is survive, that is more than some others will manage to do before this is over,” Amberle said, her voice wavering slightly. “This is a situation no one could have ever imagined in their worst nightmares, and all anyone can do is try to make some kind of difference, and pray that somehow some of us survive.” She reached for Catania’s hand, clasping it tightly in her own. “We are all scared, every one of us, I think. Which is fine, so long as that does not stop us from making the next right decision.”

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awhisperofsilk:

The Rover girl’s mouth twisted as she rolled her eyes. One mention of her ‘ father ’ was enough to rile her, but Eretria wouldn’t give the Princess the satisfaction of letting that show. ‘ Right. Because you’re an expert on him. Or at least, you almost were. Remind me again—who saved you before you got to know my ‘ father ’ a little too well…? ’ It was a low blow, but Princess started it. ‘ You know nothing about Cephelo, and you know nothing about me. So stop acting like you do. ’

A low blow indeed - but Amberle could think of one lower, and the momentary conflict showed on her face as that detached, bland sort of cruelty she had used when she said she didn’t keep deals with rovers. It passed, though. She didn’t have the time or energy to waste on these arguments and petty insults. Not for the first time, she wished she’d been able to grasp diplomacy when she was given lessons as a child. “This conversation made a wrong turn somewhere,” she muttered to herself, shaking her head and holding up her hands. “Fine.”

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The elf hunters are out for blood.

#the elf hunters have terrible aim would be a better caption #how do you shoot like four arrows at a stationary target and hit all of the trees around them #i'm embarrassed for them

swancloakprincess:

Emma stepped forward as soon as the young woman slumped, hands outstretched in case she needed assistance. Her weariness was obvious, and Emma couldn’t blame her in the least. She could only imagine what the poor girl had so far gone through, and will inevitably go through. “Amberle Elessedil,” the blonde repeated, a smile forming as the name rung many bells. “Daughter of Aine, granddaughter of King Eventine. Your family is well known to mine. As I said, we have eyes and ears all across the Four Lands,” the princess explained in a gentle voice, not wanting to startle or scare Amberle with the surprising amount of knowledge about her family the Nolans held.

Amberle was mildly surprised, but only in that the woman knew such specifics. She was the least of the members of the royal family, the very last in line for the throne now that her father was dead, and it startled her slightly to know that anyone would bother to note such minor details.

The last so-called ally of her family had proved to be no such thing, but then, he had seemed off the moment they had met him. This woman seemed kind, and Amberle had seen many people on her way in that seemed happy enough. “Then I am pleased to hear it, and glad that you are not the type of humans who would take my ears off my head as soon as look at me,” she said wryly, then winced. “My apologies. My sense of humor has gone a little dark since I began this journey. That was meant to be a joke, and it came out more morbid than I intended.”

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wintermae:

“……Somethin’ like that. Not exactly wantin’ to go into it though. ‘S…borin’.” Not boring so much as slightly complicated. But either way Mae does not want to touch it.

The moment Amberle explains, her eyes widen. “Like a tear or just a portal?…I mean…That sounds a bit heavy.” Almost nervous laughter escapes her once the other woman finishes. “Actually it doesn’t sound all that crazy at all.” Mae falls silent before she clears her throat and continues on. “I tend to think about that kinda darkness more than I should–Dead children?”

“I don’t know exactly. The tale has been lost to time, and the previous guardian had... Difficulties explaining the situation to me. I believe they belong to this dimension, that they’re born from the darkness within the hearts of men, and that they were sealed into another that the Druids were able to open, but not fully close. That’s only my guess. But every now and then, the barrier is challenged, and I must be there, whenever that is, to ensure it’s not breached.” She looks away for a moment, nodding. “If the demons ever breach en masse again, then it will result in the death of... Well, just about everyone.”

#wintermae #v: indistinguishable from magic

awhisperofsilk:

Her smile grew wide and winsome.

‘ That’s funny. I didn’t want to be a part of this journey at all, but you made me. I’m here, so I’m here. And I’ll take what I want to take while I can still have it. If that means your Healer, I’m fine with that. I could have you too—if I wanted you. ’ Her gaze lingered for a moment. Then she shrugged. ‘ But I don’t plan on dying. ’

“People aren’t things, Eretria; you can’t just take them. Unless you’re determined to follow in Cephalo’s footsteps, of course,” Amberle said calmly, eyebrows raised. She wasn’t even sure why she was arguing this point, honestly - Will was a naive little summer child, and a gnome could probably sweet talk him on a good day. “Just have the decency to be transparent about your motives for once,” she added as an afterthought.

#this is odd #it won't let me add an icon #when i do the reblog button goes grey?#well that happened #awhisperofsilk

awhisperofsilk:

‘ Glad you’ve come to your senses. ’

‘ We’re already fighting Demons. I’d rather not fight a Princess too. ’

“Y-”

“Whatever you say.” List of arguments that are entirely not worth it: see above. “Have fun. I have reached the point where I’ve realized our chances of surviving the rest of this journey are down to almost zero, and I am not getting in the way of anyone’s last few hours of fun prior to their deaths.”

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