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@cithria

indie cithria of cloudfield roleplaying blog

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that was more than i expected and i have no idea how to interact with anyone

#ooc;#especially you tori how tf?

who wants to interact with a wholesome demacian country girl / knight?

The Yellow Spring Festival was happening soon and so with it would be Cithria’s requested annual leave. She’d been reluctant to take it this year with all the turmoil spread across the land, but her superiors had actually encouraged it. Perhaps because Cithria had otherwise never requested time off prior and worked herself ragged with a loyal and devoted spirit.

Either way, she had a few days before she would depart for Cloudfield to make it home in time for the festival. Lo and behold, time enough to spend with friends and acquaintances she was awful at keeping up with because of her strong work ethic. Like the Ranger who Cithria had met way back when Quinn was a scout and Cithria was still part of the Ninth.

And what a better time for a hunt? With her hair tied back in a familiar braid, tossed over her shoulder to keep it from getting tangled with the quiver on her back, Cithria was glad to be out of the armor and wearing leather and cotton for a change, in the wilderness, among the trees, just the two of them and nature and no other responsibility.

“Just remember, I’m an awful shot. When Pa used to take me and my brother hunting I was in charge of checking the slips for a reason,” she laughed.

@justicewinged

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“I’m sure the Scouts have their own cheesy jargon,” came Cithria’s rebuttal with a dramatic indignant huff. “Anyway, I’m find with a sword. Long sword, short short, even a knife. Not for much but I was practicing with sticks even as a kid, so I’ve got a hand for it now. And spears are pretty easy. Just aim the pointy end and thrust if you want to be intimidating.”

“See! You’re already part way there! Now we just gotta work on… Well, everything else.” Quinn joked with a chuckle. “I’m just messing with you. I get the whole honor of the vanguard thing. Used to want to be a part of it myself, back when I was little that is. But obviously my skills are a little more… fine tuned for other roles. Hey, you busy? Wanna grab some tea or something?”

Cithria responded with a quaint smile. “Honor and glory,” she corrected and laughed. “My mother was a soldier once, she used to tell me all kinds of stories about it. About the spectacular Dauntless Vanguard, the best of the best. So I guess I was kind of focused when I came along, did what I needed to.” There was a pause, and a quick look around. “I got guard duty down at the docks at sundown but I’m not busy now.”

on-cerulean-wings

(Continued from x for @cithria)

Between the metal armor she typically wore, standard to the Vanguard, and her less than desirable aim with a crossbow, Cithria doubted the words. Not to the point where she’d die on that hill, though.

“You’re just saying that,” she responded lightly, giving Quinn a playful shove on the shoulder. “Trust me, I went hunting with Pa a few times when I was little. Last time I went I nearly put an arrow through his calf and startled every buck within a mile when I slipped and fell into a brier. There’s a lot of work to make me light on my feet.”

“Hey, nothing worth doing is easy. Or some other Vanguard jargon.” She chuckles, returning the playful shove. “And even if you can’t seem to get the feel of a bow or crossbow right, there’s still plenty of other weapons we use. Some of us prefer short spears, others short swords. Just depens on what you’re good at.”

“I’m sure the Scouts have their own cheesy jargon,” came Cithria’s rebuttal with a dramatic indignant huff. “Anyway, I’m find with a sword. Long sword, short short, even a knife. Not for much but I was practicing with sticks even as a kid, so I’ve got a hand for it now. And spears are pretty easy. Just aim the pointy end and thrust if you want to be intimidating.”

"Look, all I'm saying is you'd make a great scout. Just gotta improve your aim a bit and make you light on you feet."

Between the metal armor she typically wore, standard to the Vanguard, and her less than desirable aim with a crossbow, Cithria doubted the words. Not to the point where she’d die on that hill, though.

“You’re just saying that,” she responded lightly, giving Quinn a playful shove on the shoulder. “Trust me, I went hunting with Pa a few times when I was little. Last time I went I nearly put an arrow through his calf and startled every buck within a mile when I slipped and fell into a brier. There’s a lot of work to make me light on my feet.”

His smile gleams as bright as the finest runesteel, clicking his heels together before playfully saluting the young Demacian with a chest swelling with pride. "You have come far, little one! Braum salutes such a strong heart!"

Cithria blinked. The Freljordian man was huge. One of the biggest men she’d ever seen. Clad in furs with a not-unimpressive musculature on display, the Demacian just offered him a crooked half-smile, accepting his praise but also quite confused.

“How ... do you know that? No offense, mister, it’s just that I don’t know you and you don’t know me.”

"Have you recovered?"

Cithria was watching the sunrise over the distant plains as she ate some bread she’d grabbed from the mess. Things were a little less formal out here, she’d noticed. There was very little rank and file and most of the soldiers were free to act independently, since most of them came from different companies and the chain of command started to get dubious. There were Ranger-Knights, soldiers, even a couple mageseeker initiates. Cithria was pretty sure she was the only Vanguard.

The mountains were different from this side. She’d been across the border before, on this side of the walls, but it always felt so far from home. She was closer to Cloudfield here than she was even in the capital, yet felt so far away.

Looking up at Shyvana as the trainer approached, Cithria just smiled. “I was just winded. I probably could’ve gone another round yesterday evening,” she replied, though the ache in her arms said otherwise. She mentally told it to shut up. She’d hurt more than this after training, it was nothing.

Cithria looked down at the piece of bread in her hand. Can’t eat bread? That was … odd, to say the least, but there was a lot more to Shyvana than met the eye. And it was more than just her appearance. Cithria had been wondering since the moment the fighter had caught her sword barehanded.

Still, she took a bite of bread and chewed it while contemplating, not noticing Shyvana’s gaze shifting at first. The alert in the other’s voice brought Cithria back to attention. She stood up in an instant, looking out over the field that Shyvana was staring at. The dawn light made it a very homogenized mess of shadow for her. Squinting, she still couldn’t make anything out.

The bread she’d been eating had been entirely discarded on her rise and her hand was at the sword on her side reflexively. She glanced over at Shyvana. The first question on her lips felt stupid, so she managed to hold onto it. Are you sure? Of course she was. The look on her face made it obvious. “What is it?”

There are few creatures brave enough to venture forth this close to a human outpost. “I’m not sure.” The flowers shift as something moves through them, creeping ever closer. The wind shifts in her favor, bringing the scent towards her. It only confuses her more.

“Human.” There’s a flash of clothing through the field. Shyvana can’t place it, doesn’t even really try to. Her knowledge of other countries is lacking.

She wishes she had her gauntlets. “Five of them. Spread like a crescent moon-” Amusement enters her tone. “I think they’re going to attack us.” But who, and why? Perhaps that Noxus she’s heard tale of from the other soldiers. Though, from what she has heard they are very far away. What is the point of attacking a training outpost, with five people?

Cithria squinted against the darkness, but still had no idea what Shyvana was looking at. Was this a surprise training exercise? Maybe. The Vanguard had spent an entire month surprising her with various tests. But Shyvana seemed a lot more ... straightforward than that. No surprises, just earnest hardwork and training.

Then again, maybe Shyvana wanted her to read it like that just so this was more of a surprise.

It didn’t matter. Even if it was a test, Cithria needed to treat it like a real situation. So her sword was drawn. If they would attack, she would have sword in hand. She wished for a shield on her arm, not having strapped one on since she was just eating breakfast, but she was adaptable.

“Crescent moon, so they’re looking to surround us at the same time as the attack, cut off any escape.” It didn’t matter why they were attacking at that moment, just that they were and the two Demacians needed to be ready. “Can you tell how armed they are?”

"Have you recovered?"

Cithria was watching the sunrise over the distant plains as she ate some bread she’d grabbed from the mess. Things were a little less formal out here, she’d noticed. There was very little rank and file and most of the soldiers were free to act independently, since most of them came from different companies and the chain of command started to get dubious. There were Ranger-Knights, soldiers, even a couple mageseeker initiates. Cithria was pretty sure she was the only Vanguard.

The mountains were different from this side. She’d been across the border before, on this side of the walls, but it always felt so far from home. She was closer to Cloudfield here than she was even in the capital, yet felt so far away.

Looking up at Shyvana as the trainer approached, Cithria just smiled. “I was just winded. I probably could’ve gone another round yesterday evening,” she replied, though the ache in her arms said otherwise. She mentally told it to shut up. She’d hurt more than this after training, it was nothing.

Cithria looked down at the piece of bread in her hand. Can’t eat bread? That was ... odd, to say the least, but there was a lot more to Shyvana than met the eye. And it was more than just her appearance. Cithria had been wondering since the moment the fighter had caught her sword barehanded.

Still, she took a bite of bread and chewed it while contemplating, not noticing Shyvana’s gaze shifting at first. The alert in the other’s voice brought Cithria back to attention. She stood up in an instant, looking out over the field that Shyvana was staring at. The dawn light made it a very homogenized mess of shadow for her. Squinting, she still couldn’t make anything out.

The bread she’d been eating had been entirely discarded on her rise and her hand was at the sword on her side reflexively. She glanced over at Shyvana. The first question on her lips felt stupid, so she managed to hold onto it. Are you sure? Of course she was. The look on her face made it obvious. “What is it?”

"Have you recovered?"

Cithria was watching the sunrise over the distant plains as she ate some bread she’d grabbed from the mess. Things were a little less formal out here, she’d noticed. There was very little rank and file and most of the soldiers were free to act independently, since most of them came from different companies and the chain of command started to get dubious. There were Ranger-Knights, soldiers, even a couple mageseeker initiates. Cithria was pretty sure she was the only Vanguard.

The mountains were different from this side. She’d been across the border before, on this side of the walls, but it always felt so far from home. She was closer to Cloudfield here than she was even in the capital, yet felt so far away.

Looking up at Shyvana as the trainer approached, Cithria just smiled. “I was just winded. I probably could’ve gone another round yesterday evening,” she replied, though the ache in her arms said otherwise. She mentally told it to shut up. She’d hurt more than this after training, it was nothing.

Draconic eyes focused on the mountains before them, on the field of flowers off in the distance. Every scent is different, and she had purposefully sought out Cithria’s seeking an answer to her question. Now that she has it, she isn’t sure what to do.

“You are the only one to ever draw blood.” A statement of fact. With that one action, Cithria had earned Shyvana’s respect. Not her trust, or loyalty, but her respect all the same. Desperation the attack may have been, it still worked. So many humans forget that their instincts are there to help them. There is a time and a place to rely on them. Just as there is a time and a place to ignore them. Had that been a real battle- Sometimes the only thing you are left with is desperation and the will to live.

“There is always more training.” Shyvana murmurs glaring at the pristinely peaceful image before them.

She’s sick of these mountains. These flower fields swaying in the breeze without a care. Especially while she knows the only person who has earned her loyalty, trust, and respect has just lost his father. Has a rebellion on his hands as his world falls apart- A part of her just wants to set it all ablaze, and it is a very large part of her. Instead of doing what she so deeply wants, Shyvana exhales and looks towards Cithria.

The only one to draw blood? Shyvana had stated it so plainly, so matter-of-fact, but there was a strange decorum in the title. Cithria’s gut reaction was disbelief, but then she ran back over how Shyvana had fought the day before. She’d been grabbing Cithria’s weapons outright, by the blade, without concern. Sure, there were styles of long sword fighting that involved controlling the blade physically like that, but they usually involved quilted armor to help prevent you from getting cut when you do. Shyvana’s palms were not quilted like that.

The Vanguard decided it was a point of pride to have that title. The only one to draw blood. Sure, the attack had been in desperation and in a real fight she would be dead for a nick like that, but hey, she had managed to earn something out here.

“More training,” Cithria repeated, as if playing with the idea. That was what she was there for, wasn’t it? She looked down at the bread in her hand and cracked it in two, offering half of it to Shyvana. “We shouldn’t train on an empty stomach, you know,” she smiled.

Cithria, have you done your training yet today?

“No, I was just--” Cithria started to respond, initially focused on the task of tightening the final strap the leg guards of her armor. As she looked up she realized who had been asking her the question, who’d said her name, and there was a moment of shock and pause written plainly across her face.

“O-oh, Seneschal!” she blinked, standing upright and at attention. Was he even a superior officer? She knew he was definitely higher rank, but the chain of command started to get murky when you got that high up. Better safe than sorry. Vanguard were supposed to be composed, right? So she stood at attention and saluted him. “No, not yet,” she answered firmly. Wait, did he say her name? How did he know--

"Have you recovered?"

Cithria was watching the sunrise over the distant plains as she ate some bread she’d grabbed from the mess. Things were a little less formal out here, she’d noticed. There was very little rank and file and most of the soldiers were free to act independently, since most of them came from different companies and the chain of command started to get dubious. There were Ranger-Knights, soldiers, even a couple mageseeker initiates. Cithria was pretty sure she was the only Vanguard.

The mountains were different from this side. She’d been across the border before, on this side of the walls, but it always felt so far from home. She was closer to Cloudfield here than she was even in the capital, yet felt so far away.

Looking up at Shyvana as the trainer approached, Cithria just smiled. “I was just winded. I probably could’ve gone another round yesterday evening,” she replied, though the ache in her arms said otherwise. She mentally told it to shut up. She’d hurt more than this after training, it was nothing.

(theweepingcrane) From the forest bursts a large bird, as large as a Demacian eagle (though certainly not as big as a silver wing). It looks like it might be a crane or heron, but its short beak, long neck, and excessive white plumage puts that in question. The bird hops forward, waddling toward Cithria one big bird hop at a time, then jumps right up on her shoulder. Sitting there, it stares at her as if unsure whether it can stay there.

Needless to say seeing a large bird come exploding out of the forest was enough to put you on guard. Cithria’s hand was immediately on the hilt of the sword at her side, expecting … well, anything, really. She managed to identify the commotion as a large bird fairly quickly and kept the blade sheathed for the time being, watching with a quirked brow as it approached.

“Hey there,” she murmured, releasing the hold on her sword hesitantly. Then there was a big hop and the bird was on her shoulder. The weight was heavy, but Cithria just shifted her balance. To be frank, she had no idea how to respond to the sudden presence of a large bird on her shoulder.

@theweepingcrane

theweepingcrane

Ryla gives a soft warbling noise in return as she is greeted, now turning her head this way and that from atop her new perch. Her claws are extremely delicate as her head cranes around and then stops right in front of Cithria. She is leaning forward off of the woman’s shoulder, neck outstretched so she can be face to face…

And then she lets out a honk. Honk! And a gentle peck to the top of Cithria’s head. What a wonderfully vibrant aura.

The talons were gentle on her shoulder, but the weight was definitely offputting. Cithria watched carefully, still not sure what exactly was going on, as the bird craned it’s neck and leaned around to stare her straight in the face.

It was a tense moment broken by the loud, sudden honk. Cithria jumped and instinctively recoiled away from the bird in her face. The fact that it was on her shoulder was briefly forgotten and thus unaccounted for as she stepped back, throwing her off balance. She windmilled her arms for a moment, getting control enough to reach up and grab the bird, pulling it free of her shoulder and holding onto it protectively as she fell back.

She landed on her butt, cradling the large bird in her arms. Of course it was the cause of her fall, so when she realized she had grabbed it, she released it immediately, shifting back and away from it a bit more.

"You know, you might have wanted to catch some sleep before you fall asleep on guard duty?" The tactician smiled as he let himself fall down next to the other in the grass. It had been long days and nights, the outskirts of Shurima harsh on all of the troops. Even if they were only a small force. Arch leaned back and closed his eyes, stretching his fingers. "Are you alright?" (@demacian-mastermind)

Cithria couldn’t help herself. There was an excitement stirred up in her belly that made it difficult for her to sleep. She’d managed to catch a few hours, which were more than enough for her to function, but restless legs had left her frustrated enough to leave her tent and find a comfortable spot high enough to watch the sunrise.

“I’m fine,” she responded quietly as the tactician expressed his concern. “I’ve never been this far out of Demacia. There’s a lot to see, a lot to take in. Even the sunrise looks different here. So why miss it, you know?”

the-demacian-mastermind

A chuckle escaped his lips. “Yeah. I know how you feel. Though I guess I learned a few lessons since then.”, he said and raised his right arm, the prothesis clickering slightly as he did. “Though I do remember that I was kind of done with being restless for the night after I got buried by a heap of snow falling down from a branch. Freljord is kind of … the opposite of here.”

He smirked and shook his head, before looking towards the setting sun. “I hope you don’t make those mistakes. Then again, a desert isn’t really the … prime place for snow and blizzards, is it now?” Her reached his left hand towards the other in greeting. “I haven’t seen you around before. But, considering that you were recommended by Garen to join this expidition, I feel like I should have. The name’s arch, headstrategist of the Demacian army. And also a few other titles that I don’t really remember.”

To be frank, this was further north or south than Cithria had ever been, though she’d heard a lot more stories about the Freljord than the desert. Even if they weren’t so far as to find themselves in the sandy dunes, the heat and arid winds were definitely different for her. It was only with a lot of focus and composure was she able to wear the Vanguard armor under that sun.

But at sunrise, wearing a much more casual tunic, it was almost enjoyable.

She turned and looked at who was joining her for the first time, eyeing the prosthetic for a moment before meeting his gaze. She took his hand and shook it. “My name is Cithria. I’m actually ... kind of new to the Vanguard. I think that’s why I was chosen for this, to get some traveling under my belt. That, or no one else wanted to face this heat,” she offered with a grin. “If I might ask, what are we doing down here? All I was told is that I’d be protecting some surveyors, but the head strategist?”

(theweepingcrane) From the forest bursts a large bird, as large as a Demacian eagle (though certainly not as big as a silver wing). It looks like it might be a crane or heron, but its short beak, long neck, and excessive white plumage puts that in question. The bird hops forward, waddling toward Cithria one big bird hop at a time, then jumps right up on her shoulder. Sitting there, it stares at her as if unsure whether it can stay there.

Needless to say seeing a large bird come exploding out of the forest was enough to put you on guard. Cithria’s hand was immediately on the hilt of the sword at her side, expecting ... well, anything, really. She managed to identify the commotion as a large bird fairly quickly and kept the blade sheathed for the time being, watching with a quirked brow as it approached.

“Hey there,” she murmured, releasing the hold on her sword hesitantly. Then there was a big hop and the bird was on her shoulder. The weight was heavy, but Cithria just shifted her balance. To be frank, she had no idea how to respond to the sudden presence of a large bird on her shoulder.

@theweepingcrane

"You know, you might have wanted to catch some sleep before you fall asleep on guard duty?" The tactician smiled as he let himself fall down next to the other in the grass. It had been long days and nights, the outskirts of Shurima harsh on all of the troops. Even if they were only a small force. Arch leaned back and closed his eyes, stretching his fingers. "Are you alright?" (@demacian-mastermind)

Cithria couldn’t help herself. There was an excitement stirred up in her belly that made it difficult for her to sleep. She’d managed to catch a few hours, which were more than enough for her to function, but restless legs had left her frustrated enough to leave her tent and find a comfortable spot high enough to watch the sunrise.

“I’m fine,” she responded quietly as the tactician expressed his concern. “I’ve never been this far out of Demacia. There’s a lot to see, a lot to take in. Even the sunrise looks different here. So why miss it, you know?”

“ you’ve grown cithria !! I’m proud of you ‘

The bright voice always brought a smile to Cithria’s face. Lux was definitely one of her oldest friends, one of the first faces she’d ever met in the capital. She’d helped Cithria find her way around, find where she needed to go to offer her services to the Demacian military. While that has definitely kept her busy enough that she could only see Lux every now and then, it was nice to catch up with the blonde.

“Oh, hey!” she chimed, smile turning into a grin. “I could say the same about you, y’know.” They were about the same age, after all. “I probably should’ve let you know I was in the city again,” she added with a meek chuckle.

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luxanna chuckled herself , it was great to see cithria again ! the blonde always worried about her friend whilst she was away on the battle front , seeing her face always realived the blonde , she didn’t know what she would do if something bad had happened to the soldier, she wrapped her arms around the other girl, pulling her into a tight imbrace, before pulling back , and grinning

‘ no worries ria ! lets go and get some lunch , im craving some sweet bread! ‘

Cithria had no idea where Lux got the boundless energy from, but it was always contagious. It was definitely a nice change of pace from the somber Vanguard. They were good people, she was finding out, and had their own fun. But there was definitely a difference in their energy versus Lux’s.

“Lunch sounds good,” she replied with a smile after the hug. “Hey, I don’t know if you’ve heard, but I’ve been promoted into the Vanguard. I’ll be fighting alongside your brother soon! Well, maybe not alongside. Kind of, behind or well to the side of. I doubt he’ll even know my name yet.”

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