Witness the glory of House Nuvelle!

Ashen Wolves Student of The Officer's Academy

[constancevonnuvelle]

[ashenprofessor]

Meowing is Academic

constancevonnuvelle​:

“What do I like? Ahaha! The better question would certainly be what is there NOT to like?” In truth, she only picked up the books at all because there was a cat on the cover. She’s not typically one to read fiction books these days, something in the back of her mind always bugging her whenever she isn’t working and forcing her to read another textbook. 

Yet, something about a story told from the perspective of a sweet little cat enabled her to force the voice to the side for a while. That’s a good enough reason for herself, but not something she would admit out loud. That would be very embarrassing. What isn’t embarrassing is giving a half hour presentation about a talking cat book made for children! Obviously. 

“Indeed, the clans and overall premise are most undoubtedly the main draw of the series as a whole, but there is so much more to appreciate! The unique personality and roles of every cat, the impeccable descriptions of each territory’s landscape, the action! It is practically a fountain of creativity!” Constance makes wide gestures with her hands as she speaks, almost as though she was giving a sales pitch, her mind creating a longer and longer speech as her thoughts bounce around like an unspecified logo that will never make it to the corner. 

“Such creativity is a needed spark of inspiration of something new! Unfortunately, the material is admittedly lacking in anything that could inspire a spell worthy of restoring my house, beyond perhaps one to summon cats…” A spell that has been attempted, and one that… did not end as intended. Constance can’t help but for a moment at the distant memory. “N-Never mind that. There are plenty of other things that could come forth from what the books inspire! I’ve heard creating your own cat is rather popular. Have you attempted such a thing yourself, Professor?”

It was unusual for Byleth to see one so excited over a book, especially a fiction one. It was the sort of behaviour she might expect from someone like Lindhart discovering some new crest lore but less so the normally reserve ashen wolf student. 

Byleth herself had only chosen the book on a whim on her previous visit to the Monastery’s library. The design of the cover had intrigued her with the fierce looking feline stalking its way though some long grass. Besides, she’d always had a soft spot for cats as many of the Academy’s furry residents could attest. Their mutual love of fish certainly helped when making friends!

“That’s true! Every good story requires a hook but from there they can go anywhere, which these books do so well. There’s so much to the world building … it’s very well thought out. I’d wouldn’t be surprised to learn that its actually how cat society operates.” Byleth tells Constance. “Do you have a favourite cat? Or do you just love all of them?” 

Both student and professor were becoming more animated as the discussion developed further. “There’s nothing wrong with taking a break from studying for some light reading I suppose. And you never know, people might pay a lot for a spell to summon cats which could increase the prestige of your house” Byleth felt slightly hypocritical offering such advice aware she’d felt equally guilty reading fiction over working on her lesson plans or combat training. There was an argument that the combat in the books could spark ideas for new moves but it was a weak argument at best. 

”I can’t say I have heard of this practise.” Byleth admitted. Maybe shed kept her enjoyment of this book series too secret. “Is that creating a character in the book or an actual cat?” She suspected it was the former but then again stranger things had happened. ” Have you created one”

[constancevonnuvelle]

A look of surprise takes over the former nobles face for a moment. It was an obvious question to ask when discussing books, but admittedly she had not put much thought into it beforehand, and as such was caught a bit embarrassingly off-guard.

“Favorite? Why… of course I do!” Her smile returns, a cover for the rapidly turning gears in her mind. She must have a favorite, it’s only logical! Perhaps the main character? No, no. That’s too basic. The grumpy mentor? No, she does like that cat, although she definitely cannot say that’s her favorite. The love interest? Wait, why is she even considering that one? That cat is incredibly annoying. 

“Hm… oh! Personally, I quite enjoy both the personality and story of Sootfur.” Sootfur. The little kitten who had a promising future as a renowned warrior, only for a tragic accident to take it all away in a single instant. Rather than give into despair, however, the cat worked hard and changed her course. The life promised to her may have been torn away and was impossible to retrieve, but she made the most of it, becoming renowned in a different field. 

Constance will not admit to having cried during her character arc, and she definitely did NOT, but… it may or may not have gotten pretty close. “I found myself miles more invested in her than a majority of others whilst reading, despite her unfortunate status as a fairly minor background character when in comparison to others.” She sighed at that. Sootfur deserved more of the spotlight. Devastating. 

“I suppose you are correct in your supposing. I believe I remember having read that working too much has negative health effects, although I have yet to experience such things… I… think?” Has she? She can’t remember anything like that happening. Then again, she struggles to remember a lot of things. …Is that one of the side effects…?? …Nah, couldn’t be.

Snapping out of her prior thoughts, Constance finds them only replaced with more drastic one at the professor’s question. “Oh. Indeed, I have, however I do not have much beyond her appearance and name at the moment with only the beginnings of any sort of personality. I had believed it meant creating a character as though it was one within the original source material… Although… Perhaps…” Constance brings a hand up to her hair and spins a curl as she thinks, ideas for spells already filling her mind. Creating life itself is obviously off the table for moral reasons, maybe an illusion of a talking cat controllable by? Yes!

“Professor, you have just given me a grand idea! Ahaha! The power of stories made real!” Constance claps her hands excitedly, the idea already expanding in her mind. “I could create a spell to bring the cats of ones own creation to reality for a time! But just my cat alone would not be close to a revelation near enough to be anything of note…” 

Constance hums in thought pacing back and forth a few steps before lighting up with an idea, slamming her hands down on the table. “Professor! What say you to creating a cat yourself? For my spell or not, I do believe you would find it most enjoyable!”

[melusinezephyr]

To Clean or not to Clean

constancevonnuvelle​:

Throw them out? Constance closed her eyes to obstruct all possible distractions as she considered the suggestion. To her knowledge, those papers were likely official documents of some sort, so throwing them out may not be the wisest choice… She wouldn’t want her friend to get in trouble in the event that the papers ended up being something she later needs…

But on the other hand, Velouria was correct that it currently only serves to clutter the room. Without any idea of what they are, there’s no way to neatly sort it all away. Leaving such a pile on the floor as is would invalidate all the time they spent rectifying exactly that! 

Constance opened her eyes with a smile, clapping her hands together to confirm her decision to herself. “A good solution indeed! After all, if you cannot remember what purpose it serves, how important could it truly be? Ahaha! Thank you, Velouria.”

Instinctively, Constance brings up a hand to cast a tiny fireball with the intent of just burning away the problem as she would do for her own mess. The little flame’s existence was short lived, however, extinguished just as quickly as it came to be. “Ah, wait, I likely should not do that in here. My apologies. Old habits do die hard, I suppose. Would you mind assisting me in carrying the papers to a… less flammable location? Unless you have another idea on how to dispose of it.”

Velouria jumps slightly as Constance brightens the flame in her hand as if she is going to burn away all the papers. Velouria isn’t all that fond of fire, despite a morbid curiosity towards it. It’s like a natural fear that seems to run in her veins, inheirited from generations of wolfskin before her, including her own daddy.

She kneels and gathers up some of the useless papers that she had indicated were trash earlier, putting them into as neat a pile as she could. There was really no need to do so, but perhaps some of Constance’s habits in regards to everything being all neat and tidy had rubbed off on her in the past hours they had spent cleaning up together.

“I can carry them! I’m good at carrying things!” Velouria smacks her chest proudly, knowing that she’s a very strong and independent girl. She’s so good at carrying things, in fact, that she will spare her ladylike friend from having to do any labourous work and carry all the heavy papers by herself! She giggles, stacks of paper now tucked neatly underneath her arms. If she was being honest, she could probably carry more than this, but maybe that would be a little bit too much of showing off. Her tail wags as she turns to Constance expectantly.

“So… where are we supposed to take them, then?”

[constancevonnuvelle]

A sympathetic and guilty smile finds its way to Constance’s face at her friends reaction in an attempt at reassurance. She must not like fire all that much… Unfortunate, given that fire is usually her go-to solution for… actually a lot more than she realized now that she’s thinking about it, but something she will make a mental note of nonetheless!

Opening her mouth with the intent of voicing her protests to Velouria carrying everything herself, her protests swiftly find themselves caught in her throat she her expression shifts to one of shock. “Oh my.” She knew her wolfy friend was strong, but this is ridiculous. Also extremely impressive. How in the world did she not drop even a single paper? 

Constance giggles a bit as the shock subsides, clapping her hands in a cheer at the feat. “You most certainly are! Fantastic job, Velouria! Your strength and assistance are much appreciated.”

Constance makes her way over to the entryway, careful not to disturb the paper that still remains as she briefly goes over the plan she just came up with both in her mind to consider every course of action needed should anything go wrong, and out loud to inform her friend. “We needn’t go far, just outside will be fine. Just be sure to set them on the stone, yes? Moving to avoid setting the building on fire would just be redundant if we just end up setting the grass on fire instead.”

Reaching for the handle, she pushes the door open, making sure to step aside the proper distance as to not become the rooms newest obstacle. “After you, then.”

[hresvelged]

damage test

constancevonnuvelle​:

Nails dig into her hand as they become frustrated fists, her face clearly betraying her concern and frustration. She shouldn’t have made that bluff, clearly. She’s BEEN trying her best. If her spells hadn’t done anything before, the likelihood of a different outcome was next to none…

As if such odds would stop Constance von Nuvelle, of all people! No shield is going to be getting the best of her! Especially in front of someone like Edelgard. Not now, not ever. She needs to succeed, any other option is not worth considering.

“If you say so! Do not say that I failed to warn you! Ahaha!” Laughter fades as she raises her arm for another fireball, eyes narrowed in hatred of her self-proclaimed shield enemy, and in concentration. Missing now would be completely unacceptable. Not to mention embarrassing.

The fireball launches forward with what feels like the exact same force as before, to Constance’s annoyance. In a moment of pure desperation, she lifts her other hand to send out another, faster spell. The lights created by Sagitte are quick to catch up to the fireball, colliding with the shield at the same moment. The combined might proves too great for the target, and the remaining piece of the shield shatters.

Constance blinks for a moment in pure shock, her arms still held in front of her. She did not know what she was expecting, but it wasn’t that. “I… did it?” More of a question than a statement, but she lights up all the same. Sure, that may have been considered cheating, but she’ll take it. “I mean… Ahaha! See? A shield of that quality is mere child’s play for one as talented in magic as a Nuvelle! Obviously.”

The force of Constance’s magic is strong⁠— If the princess were anyone else, perhaps it would have knocked her to her knees. Edelgard’s stance digs into the ground as the lackluster shield once emulating protection crumbles. The creator’s efforts snap before their very eyes and their broken dream goes along with it. When the magic dissipates, all Edelgard is left with is her own being.

In the end, such a strange shield proves too weak for her endeavors. If it cannot withstand magic, it has no place on the battlefield. She cannot accept nor afford anything less. Adrestia and its military will not be using anything that isn’t capable of protecting their troops. They don’t need it⁠— Their strength is greater than anyone can anticipate.

For now, her eyes leave the magic lingering and focus back onto Constance. Her words are etched with truth as she speaks, turning her lips slightly upwards: “Consider me impressed. It’s evident you’ve been practicing for quite some time now. Thanks to that, I’ve been able to witness much more than I had initially thought.”

The inventor’s words of praise seemed to be disappointing. Either they had not tested the shield enough or had released it for experimentation without properly measuring all of its abilities. Regardless, it held an air of carelessness. “After this, I would hope its inventor takes this trial into consideration before showing off anything else. Words mean nothing if they can’t be proven.”

Picking up a shard of the broken matter, the structure is a curious thought. What would drive someone to create this? Someone with a lack of experience fighting, surely. Her boots scuff against the remaining pieces, lightly kicking them away. “Unfortunately, we’ll have to return empty handed.” All they could do was provide the broken pieces of an unfinished puzzle. Anything else would be up in the inventor’s hands.

[constancevonnuvelle]

Standing taller with an air of pride befitting someone of her former status, the shield hardly exists to her anymore in the face of success. To think she ever felt a moment of worry! Hah! Were she alone, she may have even stuck her tongue out at the remains of her greatest adversary of the hour.

Fortunately for her remaining image, the presence of someone as important as Edelgard was impossible for Constance to fully ignore for even a moment, and equally impossible to forget her manners in said presence. Suppressing her urge to childishly gloat over the inanimate object, Constance bows, a smug smile directed at the shield still finding its way to the surface. “But of course! It would be unbecoming of a Nuvelle to slack off when honing our magical prowess. My house has a reputation to maintain! Ahaha!”

But you don’t anymore, do you? The voice in her mind whispers, the instinctual reminder painful, like a stab to her heart. Just as it always is.

The former noble shakes her head as she rises to face her superior once again, taking the phrase ‘shake it off’ very literally to shoo away the thought. She doesn’t have time to be held down by technicalities, not when she’s being offered a chance to show off the remains of that inventors precious work directly to its creator.

Still smiling, but with a hand now lifted to hide the joyful expression, Constance fakes a sigh. “Yes, yes. It is truly a great shame indeed. Personally, I am appalled this so-called ‘inventor’ even dared to waste your time with this abomination of magical makings! Tch. The nerve.” 

Constance forces another sigh which she allows to linger in the air for a moment before dropping the façade entirely, revealing her smile with a nonchalant wave of her hand which she then holds out to the princess. “Ah well! What’s done is done, I suppose! Nothing left to be done but to bear the news. Allow me to help you carry that, your highness.”

[ashenprofessor]

Meowing is Academic

constancevonnuvelle​:

A new book series has passed the Seteth Test and has been added to the shelves of Garreg Mach’s library. The Fighter Feline series is such a hit that students have taken to acting out scenes in their spare time. Will you participate in the fun and form a clan of your own? Or could it be even more fun to watch from the sidelines as your peers get a little too into it? [Grants Gauntlet +1]

@ashenprofessor

A sigh was accompanied by a loud thud as Constance’s head fell onto the desk in frustration, slightly crumpling the paper beneath her. Something that certainly did not help her frustration. Honestly, sometimes she doesn’t understand why she allows herself to be given homework on occasion when she’s technically not even a student. Sure, the practice is always welcome, but the requirement of completion is not!

Nope, that’s it. She is going to go up there, and she is going to request either an extension on the due date or she’s dropping it completely. It’s not like grades mean anything, anyway! If she can’t do it then it is not worth her time! Not that she can’t do it at all. She’s Constance von Nuvelle! She totally understands the subject matter and could finish easily. It’s just taking far too long to be worth it.

Sneaking through the shadows in practiced maneuvers as to not lose sight of herself, it’s not long before she arrives at the classroom the assigner should likely be in now. Knocking politely as a noble should, she doesn’t wait for an answer anyway and opens the door regardless. Walking into the room as briskly as she is able to in order to just get it over with, she arrives at the desk and slams the mostly still blank paper down onto it.

“Professor! I believe that this assignment is—“ Constance’s train of thought flies of the rains, crashing and burning elsewhere as she spots a familiar book on the desk. “Wait, you read Fighter Felines?” Her face immediately lights up with a large smile, clapping her hands together. “I do as well! How delightful! Ahaha! You certainly have good taste, Professor. I assume you have been enjoying them, yes?”

It was getting late yet Byleth was still in her classroom. She’d meant to leave earlier but as usual lesson plans, mission report and other academic admin had led to her own tasks had been put off till afterwards. May students probably thought that the teachers knew everything but Byleth was also learning during her time at Garreg Mach meaning she had the same pressures faced by students of practise and homework on top of her Professor duties. 

The former mercenary was not one for giving up even if it meant a lot of late nights. The corridor outside were eerily quiet, not another soul around. At least she wouldn’t disturb anyone with her practise. Clearing some space on the floor in front of the board, Byleth took a breath and summoned a small flame into her hand. A basic fire spell. Keeping it small, she focused on manipulating it into different shapes and controlling its movement through the air. 

A loud slam behind her breaks her focus. The fire flares dramatically before dying out thankfully not burning everything. Whirling around she sees Constance, hand resting on a sheet of paper she’d slammed on the desktop. “Yes … ?” The professor questions. “Can I help?”

She starts to receive a half-formed answer before the Ashen Wolf is sidetracked by the book she’d left lying on the desk. Byleth was grateful for her inability to blush or outwardly emote her feelings about being caught out. “I do” She said, enthusiasm creeping into her tone. “I like the premise and the clan system is interesting” Finding out there were more fans of the series was a welcome surprise, it wasn’t often she got to talk about her interests. “What do you like about them?”

[constancevonnuvelle]

“What do I like? Ahaha! The better question would certainly be what is there NOT to like?” In truth, she only picked up the books at all because there was a cat on the cover. She’s not typically one to read fiction books these days, something in the back of her mind always bugging her whenever she isn’t working and forcing her to read another textbook. 

Yet, something about a story told from the perspective of a sweet little cat enabled her to force the voice to the side for a while. That’s a good enough reason for herself, but not something she would admit out loud. That would be very embarrassing. What isn’t embarrassing is giving a half hour presentation about a talking cat book made for children! Obviously. 

“Indeed, the clans and overall premise are most undoubtedly the main draw of the series as a whole, but there is so much more to appreciate! The unique personality and roles of every cat, the impeccable descriptions of each territory’s landscape, the action! It is practically a fountain of creativity!” Constance makes wide gestures with her hands as she speaks, almost as though she was giving a sales pitch, her mind creating a longer and longer speech as her thoughts bounce around like an unspecified logo that will never make it to the corner. 

“Such creativity is a needed spark of inspiration of something new! Unfortunately, the material is admittedly lacking in anything that could inspire a spell worthy of restoring my house, beyond perhaps one to summon cats…” A spell that has been attempted, and one that… did not end as intended. Constance can’t help but for a moment at the distant memory. “N-Never mind that. There are plenty of other things that could come forth from what the books inspire! I’ve heard creating your own cat is rather popular. Have you attempted such a thing yourself, Professor?”

[melusinezephyr]

To Clean or not to Clean

constancevonnuvelle​:

Finding similar papers to the similar papers to the ones Velouria recognized did get a bit confusing at times, but the system worked well enough on her end, at least. There was a few moments in which a pile would form based on the similarities between papers that were all completely unrecognized, and Constance would need to sort through that pile again as well as those next to it just in case, but she didn’t mind much. Honestly she would have likely ended up doing something similar with her own work had she not opted to do this instead.

Pile upon pile created, it was much easier to move about the room without accidentally impaling a paper on a shoe, much to Constance’s delight. The room was well enough divided as far as she could tell, one side housing the accidental piles of who knows what and the other being what was actually intended of it. 

Finally rising from the floor as opposed to the awkward crawling she had been doing up until now, Constance glanced out the window. The sun had definitely lowered, but not by much. “I will admit, that did not take as long as expected. All that is left is to store the papers. Although admittedly I am at a loss for what to do with the other half…”

Velouria feels like she hasn’t done all that much in all of this cleaning up, her tail winding around her leg as she watched Constance buzz around the room and make little piles of paper. Her ears twitch at the slight sounds of every rustling piece of paper.

“Oh wow! It’s a lot cleaner now!” She’s never seen the floor so tidy in any room that she’s inhabited, as she has a habit of making every area that she steps within kind of a mess.

She wants to eat the rest. But she can’t say that. That would be silly. People didn’t eat papers for fun… did they? She just smiles instead, wagging her tail happily.

“If they don’t have any use… shouldn’t we just throw them out?” This is an unusual suggestion for Velouria, she has never liked throwing anything out. Her collection was very important to her, so of course she wouldn’t throw out a single thing in that, but she also supposed these stupid papers were different. She didn’t need them at all! Probably.

“It’s just more clutter… isn’t that right?” Her tail wags happily, expecting praise for finally realising what was useless clutter and what wasn’t. She was so smart these days! Hehe…

[constancevonnuvelle]

Throw them out? Constance closed her eyes to obstruct all possible distractions as she considered the suggestion. To her knowledge, those papers were likely official documents of some sort, so throwing them out may not be the wisest choice… She wouldn’t want her friend to get in trouble in the event that the papers ended up being something she later needs…

But on the other hand, Velouria was correct that it currently only serves to clutter the room. Without any idea of what they are, there’s no way to neatly sort it all away. Leaving such a pile on the floor as is would invalidate all the time they spent rectifying exactly that! 

Constance opened her eyes with a smile, clapping her hands together to confirm her decision to herself. “A good solution indeed! After all, if you cannot remember what purpose it serves, how important could it truly be? Ahaha! Thank you, Velouria.”

Instinctively, Constance brings up a hand to cast a tiny fireball with the intent of just burning away the problem as she would do for her own mess. The little flame’s existence was short lived, however, extinguished just as quickly as it came to be. “Ah, wait, I likely should not do that in here. My apologies. Old habits do die hard, I suppose. Would you mind assisting me in carrying the papers to a… less flammable location? Unless you have another idea on how to dispose of it.”

[melusinezephyr]

Nothing Like Two Girls Sticking Together

A traveling wedding boutique has arrived in town! They offer customized wedding dress and suit fittings. Find that perfect dress and get it tailor made to fit your body… and maybe bring a loved one with you while you’re at it! [Grants Faith +1] 

@constancevonnuvelle

When Velouria hears about the traveling boutique, she can’t help but perk up her ears in interest. Of course, she really has no use for a wedding dress, though the curiousity makes her heart flutter.

Sure, she doesn’t have any plans to get married now - and probably won’t ever - but it seems like it would be a fun excursion at the very least! Of course, there was only one person she could think of to go with her.

She grabs a spare umbrella from the clutter in her collection and heads down the stairs to get to Abyss. Glancing around the dirty pathways - hehe… too bad more people didn’t like dirt the way she did - she quickly spots the girl that she’s looking for and runs over to her, giving Constance a tight hug.

“Connie! Let’s go dress shopping together!” She puts on a bright smile and hands over the parasol.

“Look! I even brought you an umbrella! Hehe…”

[constancevonnuvelle]

Knowing Abyss, she should have expected her peaceful walk wouldn’t have remained one of quiet. Rapid footsteps behind her easily prove the fact. Likely another fight over something that doesn’t matter, or somebody got robbed again. That’s just how things tend to go, no matter how disappointing that truth may be. It will likely sort itself out, so she has no need to pay it any sort of acknowledgment. …wait why is it getting louder—?

Constance’s surprise gets the better of her, the unanticipated hug forcing an involuntary squeak noise much like that of a small mouse out of her. “Wha—?! Unhand me, you—! Oh, hello Velouria.” An arm lowers almost immediately upon realization, one that was certainly not preparing to attack what she had originally believed was a captor. She wouldn’t do that. Definitely.

Despite how easily she calmed down at the sight of her friend, it did take a moment for her mind to catch up. Her gaze flicked between Velouria, then the parasol, then back to Velouria. “…You. Want to go… dress shopping. As an activity of your own suggestion. Who are you and what have you done with Velouria?”

Constance folds her arms, raising an eyebrow in a look of suspicion that unfortunately doesn’t last as long as she’d like, unable to fight a smile and a small laugh. “Well, if you went through all this trouble, who am I to refuse?” Gently taking the parasol, she holds it over her shoulder at an angle that should be one she shouldn’t need to adjust much although adjustment is still inevitable. Parasols can be rather tedious in that way. “Well then, let us be off! I am certainly curious as to what dresses managed to catch your eye.”

[constancevonnuvelle]

Meowing is Academic

A new book series has passed the Seteth Test and has been added to the shelves of Garreg Mach's library. The Fighter Feline series is such a hit that students have taken to acting out scenes in their spare time. Will you participate in the fun and form a clan of your own? Or could it be even more fun to watch from the sidelines as your peers get a little too into it? [Grants Gauntlet +1]

@ashenprofessor

A sigh was accompanied by a loud thud as Constance’s head fell onto the desk in frustration, slightly crumpling the paper beneath her. Something that certainly did not help her frustration. Honestly, sometimes she doesn’t understand why she allows herself to be given homework on occasion when she’s technically not even a student. Sure, the practice is always welcome, but the requirement of completion is not!

Nope, that’s it. She is going to go up there, and she is going to request either an extension on the due date or she’s dropping it completely. It’s not like grades mean anything, anyway! If she can’t do it then it is not worth her time! Not that she can’t do it at all. She’s Constance von Nuvelle! She totally understands the subject matter and could finish easily. It’s just taking far too long to be worth it.

Sneaking through the shadows in practiced maneuvers as to not lose sight of herself, it’s not long before she arrives at the classroom the assigner should likely be in now. Knocking politely as a noble should, she doesn’t wait for an answer anyway and opens the door regardless. Walking into the room as briskly as she is able to in order to just get it over with, she arrives at the desk and slams the mostly still blank paper down onto it.

“Professor! I believe that this assignment is—“ Constance’s train of thought flies of the rains, crashing and burning elsewhere as she spots a familiar book on the desk. “Wait, you read Fighter Felines?” Her face immediately lights up with a large smile, clapping her hands together. “I do as well! How delightful! Ahaha! You certainly have good taste, Professor. I assume you have been enjoying them, yes?”

[melusinezephyr]

To Clean or not to Clean

constancevonnuvelle​:

She didn’t dare move from her spot of cleared floor as she watched Velouria. As much as she wants to help, the thought of stepping on any of the papers again… ugh, the sound simulating itself in her mind made her cringe. Not to mention that her heels might tear straight through the papers. No good all around. She doesn’t want to move unless she has an idea of what she’s looking for.

Fortunately her wait wasn’t long, applauding her friend’s achievement with a wide smile before taking the paper. “A fantastic start indeed! From this I can look for similar papers while you continue the search for those you recognize. Good job, Velouria.” 

She certainly hopes that her plan is at all possible. She’s honestly just making this up as she goes along, but having even a potentially incorrect is more motivating than having none. Although no amount of motivation will make all paper disrespect feel any better. But, the ends should justify the means. Grabbing random papers, she begins to check the handwriting and spacing between the paper in her hand and those on the ground.

Surprisingly, it didn’t take all that long to find an almost exact replica, although with different words, which she then waves in the air triumphantly. “See? This will only take but a moment, of that I am certain. None can withstand the both of us working together! Ahaha!”

Velouria beems at Constance’s praise, her tail wagging wildly with her excitement. She still didn’t exactly understand what they were doing (or how for that matter) but she was more than happy to clean up a little bit if she got to spend time with Constance.

“Wow! You’re so cool Constance!” Her tail slaps against her leg with her eagerness and she glances back to the floor, scanning the mess of papers scattered across the floorboards, looking for anything else that she may recongize.

“Oh! Here’s another!” She smiles encouragingly, showing the tips of her sharp teeth as she did. It wasn’t much, but she was proud of the little work that she was doing! Haha! Maybe cleaning was… a little bit of fun with a friend!

“You’re right! We can do anything if we work together!”

[constancevonnuvelle]

Finding similar papers to the similar papers to the ones Velouria recognized did get a bit confusing at times, but the system worked well enough on her end, at least. There was a few moments in which a pile would form based on the similarities between papers that were all completely unrecognized, and Constance would need to sort through that pile again as well as those next to it just in case, but she didn’t mind much. Honestly she would have likely ended up doing something similar with her own work had she not opted to do this instead.

Pile upon pile created, it was much easier to move about the room without accidentally impaling a paper on a shoe, much to Constance’s delight. The room was well enough divided as far as she could tell, one side housing the accidental piles of who knows what and the other being what was actually intended of it. 

Finally rising from the floor as opposed to the awkward crawling she had been doing up until now, Constance glanced out the window. The sun had definitely lowered, but not by much. “I will admit, that did not take as long as expected. All that is left is to store the papers. Although admittedly I am at a loss for what to do with the other half…”

[hresvelged]

damage test

constancevonnuvelle​:

With a slightly strained smiled due only to the sting of her own pride at missing so horribly, Constance opened her mouth with the intent of a retort. All in good fun, of course, but instead of clever words, all that came out of her mouth was a rather embarrassing yelp of surprise as the imperial princess’s attack made contact. It wasn’t the most clean hit, and it didn’t hurt, yet her hand still flew to the contact area reflexively as though checking for blood.

It is times like these that are a reminder to just how strong her opponent was, status or not. She shudders to think what it may be like if they were ever to clash in battle for real. Not that they ever would, of course. That would be ridiculous, and incredibly counterproductive to her goals! How is she meant to restore an Adrestian house without the Adrestian emperor?

Uncharacteristically skipping over her chance to speak for the time being, Constance fired off another fireball while she was still close enough to have a decent opportunity. It wasn’t as powerful as she would have liked, perhaps in part due to not announcing it? Either way, it did hit—if only slightly—and that is an improvement. “It seems you are still lacking in dodging skill when it comes to close quarters, hm? Then again, I suppose I am no better. Perhaps I should stop holding back for your sake and show you the true strength of a Nuvelle!” She is not holding back why did she say that uh oh-

As magic whirled itself in Edelgard’s direction, the force of the shield acted like an anchor in the way she held it upright. If she had lifted it up even higher, perhaps she would have been able to completely dodge the spell. When she wielded her infamous axes, it granted her the opportunity to get into close quarters with her enemies. She couldn’t dismiss the fact that it may very well be as much a bane as it was a boon, but it always was in Edelgard’s fashion to make her mark in a frontal, clear way.

Sturdy fingers wrapped itself around the base of the shield, heightening an eyebrow upwards at the remark. “Holding back? Are you underestimating my abilities, Constance?” Perhaps her previous attempts had not been up to her standards, but she would never wish for someone to refrain from going full force. Instead of charging forward like she had before, she brought the weapon closer to her armory while sustaining a tight lock on its handle. From what she had witnessed, this shield’s protection did seem worth investing into. Should the opportunity arise, she would even consider an ally ship with its creator. “I’ve witnessed more than enough by now. I’ll grant you one final opportunity to go full force against myself and this shield– There’s no need to refrain when I’m your opponent, after all.”

If Edelgard were to give her highest of efforts, she wished for the same from those she trained with. The future granted a plethora of unknowns, but she knew one thing– Those she may face years from now would never offer mercy. “Come at me with everything you have in one triumphant blow..!”

[constancevonnuvelle]

Nails dig into her hand as they become frustrated fists, her face clearly betraying her concern and frustration. She shouldn’t have made that bluff, clearly. She’s BEEN trying her best. If her spells hadn’t done anything before, the likelihood of a different outcome was next to none…

As if such odds would stop Constance von Nuvelle, of all people! No shield is going to be getting the best of her! Especially in front of someone like Edelgard. Not now, not ever. She needs to succeed, any other option is not worth considering.

“If you say so! Do not say that I failed to warn you! Ahaha!” Laughter fades as she raises her arm for another fireball, eyes narrowed in hatred of her self-proclaimed shield enemy, and in concentration. Missing now would be completely unacceptable. Not to mention embarrassing.

The fireball launches forward with what feels like the exact same force as before, to Constance’s annoyance. In a moment of pure desperation, she lifts her other hand to send out another, faster spell. The lights created by Sagitte are quick to catch up to the fireball, colliding with the shield at the same moment. The combined might proves too great for the target, and the remaining piece of the shield shatters.

Constance blinks for a moment in pure shock, her arms still held in front of her. She did not know what she was expecting, but it wasn’t that. “I… did it?” More of a question than a statement, but she lights up all the same. Sure, that may have been considered cheating, but she’ll take it. “I mean… Ahaha! See? A shield of that quality is mere child’s play for one as talented in magic as a Nuvelle! Obviously.”

[constancevonnuvelle]

Dragon Tales

With @lionheartedsunflower

Continued from here

How she was? That was not at all what Constance had expected to be asked, and she had been more than ready to wave off the healing in favor of whatever other plan they could come up with, but as she began to gather her response in her mind, her eyes suddenly widened in realization. “I… I’m fine?” It’s true. She feels fine. Her gaze darted to the sky in mild panic and confusion. The dragon’s rampage was over. The clouds were gone. 

How is she still here? That shouldn’t be possible. It shouldn’t be her. It’s never her. And yet it is? “What…?” Then everything clicked in her mind. It’s the story book. This isn’t the real world. Just an illusion spell. Of course… Why would it be anything else?

Constance laughs halfheartedly, her moment of hope reduced to nothing but disappointment, coupled with the embarrassment following her quiet outburst. She still manages a genuine smile of amusement at the ‘Great’ comment. “Yes, of course. I am fine. The wind was simply knocked out of my lunges for a mere moment. Nothing that I am unable to handle.”

Constance takes a moment to observe the environment around them. Only the area around the initial landing point seems to be damaged as far as she can tell, but it’s damaged enough to call for complete reconstruction. The screaming has mostly stopped, but the disarray of the people was still plain to see. 

“It is rather… disturbing that all of this was the result of a mere child. If I am to offer my own opinion, I believe it best to find the parents as soon as possible, if any can be found. They may attempt to attack in search of their child, and I fear the destruction of said attack will be… not as contained. Making a bit of conversation may indeed be the best starting point.”

[constancevonnuvelle]

Returning to the center, Constance did so in an entirely different manner than when she had left. Before, she walked with her head held high and a heart full of pride, convinced every whisper was the embarrassment amazement of those she definitely saved herself with only a bit of help! 

Now, her head still high, she glared back at the stares she once welcomed in pure annoyance. She does not know what they believe her to have done, but she does not appreciate being framed for whatever it is! The audacity.

Her gaze unconsciously turned to where she felt another come from, sending a sharp glare in said direction before her mind recognized the source. Her glare vanished, leaving a smile in its place at finally recognizing someone sane. “Ah! Lady Noridon!”

Waving one hand in the air and lifting her long skirt slightly with another, Constance jogged over without even the thought of hesitation crossing her mind. “I certainly hope you found more than I.”

The more they knew, the sooner they could get out of this disrespectful place. Although, it seems while she did have more an elaborate explanation on the situation, there was not much more to elaborate on. “I only gathered much the same, I fear. I heard talk of dragons down south, although admittedly only secondhand. Honestly these people are just…”

Constance’s expression turned angry as her words shifted in turn more similar to a growl directed at the ground rather than the one she was speaking to. “Manners must simply not exist anymore in these lands. Tch. Never mind that now. Do you have a plan in mind?”

[melusinezephyr]

To Clean or not to Clean  

constancevonnuvelle​:

Constance sighed. This was obviously going to be a lot more time consuming than she originally expected. How does she not know what the papers relating to her job are for? How did it even get to this point?

Actually, better question, how does she walk when all of her stuff is covering the floor? She doesn’t want to embarrass Velouria, so she will not be saying so out loud, but it does seem… very impractical. And inconvenient.

“Half, you say…?” Constance’s hand unconsciously reaches up to her hair, spinning one of the curls as her mind works. There has to be some sort of solution that doesn’t involve them having to go over every single paper. She definitely does not want to do that, and she doubts her friend does either.

“Aha!” Constance snaps her fingers together, her face lighting up with an idea as she walks to the over end of the room. She gently kicks a few papers aside, clearing a bit of the floor to a point where it’s actually visible. 

“In that case, we should start with sorting what you do and don’t remember. We can put what it is that you know where I am, and whatever it is you don’t can remain over there.”

Velouria thinks that she was perhaps being generous with her estimation of remembering half of what all of this was. It was kind of like the pile of junk in her room, she had a habit of just collecting up stuff and letting it sit there. Looked like that had spread over into her office.

She picks up a few papers, gazing over them. The scrawled handwriting on them was hard to read, but with a little bit of squinting, she could puzzle out what some of it meant. Teehee, she was so proud of herself! She holds it out to Constance, tail wagging happily with her pride.

“Here! I recognize this one!” She smiles, expecting praise for such a simple task of being able to recognize something. She glances again at the floor, realizing how much of the office was covered in papers that she had neglected for who knew how long. She groans a little internally, put off by the idea of how long this task is going to take. Booo! Annoying! But apparently it had to be done. And if she got to spend time with her best friend, then surely it was all worth it!

“That’s a good start, right?”

[constancevonnuvelle]

She didn’t dare move from her spot of cleared floor as she watched Velouria. As much as she wants to help, the thought of stepping on any of the papers again… ugh, the sound simulating itself in her mind made her cringe. Not to mention that her heels might tear straight through the papers. No good all around. She doesn’t want to move unless she has an idea of what she’s looking for.

Fortunately her wait wasn’t long, applauding her friend’s achievement with a wide smile before taking the paper. “A fantastic start indeed! From this I can look for similar papers while you continue the search for those you recognize. Good job, Velouria.” 

She certainly hopes that her plan is at all possible. She’s honestly just making this up as she goes along, but having even a potentially incorrect is more motivating than having none. Although no amount of motivation will make all paper disrespect feel any better. But, the ends should justify the means. Grabbing random papers, she begins to check the handwriting and spacing between the paper in her hand and those on the ground.

Surprisingly, it didn’t take all that long to find an almost exact replica, although with different words, which she then waves in the air triumphantly. “See? This will only take but a moment, of that I am certain. None can withstand the both of us working together! Ahaha!”

[melusinezephyr]

To Clean or not to Clean  

constancevonnuvelle​:

These words do not make sense. How can it be easier to not have an organizational system? It doesn’t even have to be a good one! If it was just one or two papers, then maybe it would be justifiable, but this?! The amount of papers they were dealing with was definitely a far greater number than two.

“Well to start…” A good question. Part of her wants to suggest burning the whole place down and starting anew. It would certainly be much easier. “I believe we should organize based on the contents of the papers themselves.” 

Constance keeps her gaze locked on Velouria as she delicately takes a paper between two of her fingers that she remembers noticing having holes where a staple should be, yet a distinct lack of staples. “Such as actually keeping our packets together, for one thing.” Smiling to show that she’s not actually upset, Constance returns the paper to its rightful owner.

“How about beginning with this one? It is fine if we keep the organization of the piles on the floor for the time being. A larger workspace is not something that should be denied without good reason. No matter how many germs said workspace may or may not contain that we will certainly not be acknowledging!”

Velouria glanced around the room, watching as Constance picked up a few papers. She didn’t even really know what she was supposed to be doing, so she just sort of stood there awkwardly, accepting papers as they were handed to her.

“Off the floor…? But I always keep my things on the floor…?” Her collection was stored in random places throughout her room, mostly piled up on the floor and under her bed. She wasn’t know for her… cleanliness. Even compared to her daddy’s messy room, she’d kind of had the messiest room back during her time in Corrin’s army. Cleaning things up wasn’t a talent of hers.

“I don’t even know what half of this stuff is…” To be honest, she was handed papers from her fellow professors and she just sort of… threw them on the floor once she returned to her office with them. She was probably supposed to be doing something with them, she just didn’t remember what it was.

“Heh… I’ll follow your lead on what to do Connie! I’ve never really cleaned anything before, after all…”

At least someone seemed to know what they were doing when it came to something like this, cause it certainly wasn’t Velouria.

[constancevonnuvelle]

Constance sighed. This was obviously going to be a lot more time consuming than she originally expected. How does she not know what the papers relating to her job are for? How did it even get to this point?

Actually, better question, how does she walk when all of her stuff is covering the floor? She doesn’t want to embarrass Velouria, so she will not be saying so out loud, but it does seem… very impractical. And inconvenient.

“Half, you say…?” Constance’s hand unconsciously reaches up to her hair, spinning one of the curls as her mind works. There has to be some sort of solution that doesn’t involve them having to go over every single paper. She definitely does not want to do that, and she doubts her friend does either.

“Aha!” Constance snaps her fingers together, her face lighting up with an idea as she walks to the over end of the room. She gently kicks a few papers aside, clearing a bit of the floor to a point where it’s actually visible. 

“In that case, we should start with sorting what you do and don’t remember. We can put what it is that you know where I am, and whatever it is you don’t can remain over there.”

[hresvelged]

damage test

constancevonnuvelle​:

Constance nodded, all hesitation dissipated when she realized just how serious the house leader really was. “Then I suppose you do not mind if I make the first attack?” She smiled, casting another fireball and hovering it in the air, where it burned in place before her. “I recommend dodging.”

The fireball flies towards Edelgard’s direction with a casual flick of Constance’s wrist, and… completely misses. It hits the wall behind the princess and the magic disappears on impact. Constance stares in shock for a moment, before laughing nervously. Perhaps she was too casual…

“T-That was merely to test your reaction speed while equipped with such lackluster defenses! I couldn’t have my opponent falling after a mere single attack! Ahaha…! Ha…”

Lest she find herself struck by one of Constance’s powerful spells, to dodge would be the best course of action. As Constance’s magic left her side, Edelgard found herself easily able to avoid it. The fire magic may have missed her being, but the after thoughts of its spark left an impression on the Imperial Princess’s mind. Should it have struck her, it certainly would have left a powerful effect.

“Is that so? Well, I do hope my dodging skills exceeded your expectations.” A hint of a jest left the princess’s tone, shrouded in her typical serious demeanor. Although the shield failed to show its might now, she supposed she would get to see its final abilities when she were to attack- For, the axe in her grasp required close proximity to her opponent.

She lowered the axe from its previously raised positioning, instead bringing it closer to her person as she took a few rapid steps closer. “In this case, I’m left with no choice but to retaliate.” As quick as an eagle, she aimed to be. Still, for as much as she poured into her attack, she was only able to achieve a simple side-swipe. She supposed it was better than nothing, but it was not up to her standards.

[constancevonnuvelle]

With a slightly strained smiled due only to the sting of her own pride at missing so horribly, Constance opened her mouth with the intent of a retort. All in good fun, of course, but instead of clever words, all that came out of her mouth was a rather embarrassing yelp of surprise as the imperial princess’s attack made contact. It wasn’t the most clean hit, and it didn’t hurt, yet her hand still flew to the contact area reflexively as though checking for blood.

It is times like these that are a reminder to just how strong her opponent was, status or not. She shudders to think what it may be like if they were ever to clash in battle for real. Not that they ever would, of course. That would be ridiculous, and incredibly counterproductive to her goals! How is she meant to restore an Adrestian house without the Adrestian emperor?

Uncharacteristically skipping over her chance to speak for the time being, Constance fired off another fireball while she was still close enough to have a decent opportunity. It wasn’t as powerful as she would have liked, perhaps in part due to not announcing it? Either way, it did hit—if only slightly—and that is an improvement. “It seems you are still lacking in dodging skill when it comes to close quarters, hm? Then again, I suppose I am no better. Perhaps I should stop holding back for your sake and show you the true strength of a Nuvelle!” She is not holding back why did she say that uh oh-

[constancevonnuvelle]

Dragon Tales

With @lionheartedsunflower

Continued from here

How she was? That was not at all what Constance had expected to be asked, and she had been more than ready to wave off the healing in favor of whatever other plan they could come up with, but as she began to gather her response in her mind, her eyes suddenly widened in realization. “I… I’m fine?” It’s true. She feels fine. Her gaze darted to the sky in mild panic and confusion. The dragon’s rampage was over. The clouds were gone. 

How is she still here? That shouldn’t be possible. It shouldn’t be her. It’s never her. And yet it is? “What…?” Then everything clicked in her mind. It’s the story book. This isn’t the real world. Just an illusion spell. Of course… Why would it be anything else?

Constance laughs halfheartedly, her moment of hope reduced to nothing but disappointment, coupled with the embarrassment following her quiet outburst. She still manages a genuine smile of amusement at the ‘Great’ comment. “Yes, of course. I am fine. The wind was simply knocked out of my lunges for a mere moment. Nothing that I am unable to handle.”

Constance takes a moment to observe the environment around them. Only the area around the initial landing point seems to be damaged as far as she can tell, but it’s damaged enough to call for complete reconstruction. The screaming has mostly stopped, but the disarray of the people was still plain to see. 

“It is rather… disturbing that all of this was the result of a mere child. If I am to offer my own opinion, I believe it best to find the parents as soon as possible, if any can be found. They may attempt to attack in search of their child, and I fear the destruction of said attack will be… not as contained. Making a bit of conversation may indeed be the best starting point.”

[constancevonnuvelle]

Constance nodded in agreement, waving as she began to step in the opposite direction. That is, until the words that were spoken just before the last ones finally reached her. Constance turned right back around so quickly that it would have probably been a safety hazard if there was anyone nearby. “Excuse you! I will have you know that I was the picture of perfection in my behavior as a child! My brother was— and she is gone.”

Constance sighed, scanning the crowd for a moment longer. How she managed to lose sight of someone in such a small crowd is beyond her. Especially one full of people who look almost identical. Kind of weird, but okay. Must be a surface trend or something. Not that it mattered, and she didn’t have enough time to dwell on it anyway.

Turning to face the opposite direction to begin her search, she headed straight for the first person she saw, who were actually two people speaking to each other. “Greetings! I am Constance von Nuvelle, the very same who saved your town alongside my companion from the ferocious dragon! Ahaha!” Sure, she didn’t actually do much, but still. She was there. The local residents she found, however, only stared at her in silence, occasionally glancing at each other as though speaking without ever making a sound. Constance frowned. “Saving your applause I see? Hmph. No matter. Back to the matter at hand, I—“ 

Glancing at each other one last time, both turn away and walk off, leaving behind a very confused and upset Constance. “H-Hey! Who do you think you are?! I don’t know if you heard me the the first time, but I am CONSTANCE. VON. NUVELLE. I— GET BACK HERE!” Constance didn’t have long to chase, soon losing sight of them in the crowd just as she had Lachesis. Annoying, but it’s fine. She has plenty of time, and plenty of other people to get information out of.

If they all didn’t do the exact same thing. Not a single word out of any of them! The nerve of this town. Their manners are atrocious. Constance huffed, crossing her arms angrily. None would dare treat her like this when she was a noble. Clearly, it must be some targeted attack! They— 

“What does she want with us?” “Do you think she has to do with the dragons down south?” “SHHH!” “Be quiet you fools! She’ll hear you!”

Turning her head towards the noise, her gaze landed on a small group of people close by, hands covering their mouths as though that would prevent anyone from hearing anything despite how loud they were speaking. The group simultaneously gasps as they notice that they had been spotted, eyes widening before they all scatter, the bell chiming not long after. Well, at least it’s something.

[melusinezephyr]

To Clean or not to Clean  

constancevonnuvelle​:

Constance’s attention was completely focused on the mess before her as she took a step towards it and kneeled down. She placed a finger on the edge of one of the papers gently, moving it aside to glance underneath. She didn’t look at any of the text and took great care to make sure that none of the papers were harmed in her assessment. She didn’t have the authority to be looking at any of this, after all.

“How are you able to find anything in this mess?” Although she intentionally blocked out the words, she could only assume that piles like this get mixed together rather easily. The spacing of the title on the paper she moved and the one underneath were different enough that they probably weren’t on the same topic. Maybe.

Constance rose to her feet with a sigh, looking down at both her friend and the sea of papers around her. So much for anything else she planned on doing today. It’s not like she can leave a mess unorganized once she notices it! Leaving now would ensure that it would bother her until she comes back anyway.

“Fortunately for you, I happen to possess organizational skills that are practically unparalleled by any other! It only makes sense that I should assist you, assistant professor. Ahaha!”

Velouria giggled, glad that Constance was going to help her. In fact, she wouldn’t accept anyone else helping her clean! Other than her daddy of course. But her daddy didn’t like cleaning either! Hrmph, she was used to living in mess, so she couldn’t exactly understand tidying up. Ah well! It was a good chance to spend time with Constance.

“Heh… I don’t know. I’ve just always kept things messy…” Cleaning… ugh. She didn’t like it! But if Constance wanted to organize some things… hrm. That would be fine with her.

“Though I haven’t really figured out a system for my office yet… unlike my collection. Hopefully you can help with that!” Velouria laughed, patting Constance’s shoulder gently. Yay… winter cleaning…

“Let’s get cracking… um… where exactly do we start? I don’t clean very often… cause it’s easier for me to keep things messy. But heh… you have a point. I don’t really know what I’m doing with this office. It would probably be better to keep it organized. I just… don’t know how to get it like that.”

[constancevonnuvelle]

These words do not make sense. How can it be easier to not have an organizational system? It doesn’t even have to be a good one! If it was just one or two papers, then maybe it would be justifiable, but this?! The amount of papers they were dealing with was definitely a far greater number than two.

“Well to start…” A good question. Part of her wants to suggest burning the whole place down and starting anew. It would certainly be much easier. “I believe we should organize based on the contents of the papers themselves.” 

Constance keeps her gaze locked on Velouria as she delicately takes a paper between two of her fingers that she remembers noticing having holes where a staple should be, yet a distinct lack of staples. “Such as actually keeping our packets together, for one thing.” Smiling to show that she’s not actually upset, Constance returns the paper to its rightful owner.

“How about beginning with this one? It is fine if we keep the organization of the piles on the floor for the time being. A larger workspace is not something that should be denied without good reason. No matter how many germs said workspace may or may not contain that we will certainly not be acknowledging!”

[melusinezephyr]

To Clean or not to Clean

constancevonnuvelle​:

Constance holds out a small slip of paper with a number on it, checking it against the tiny number near every door she passes without any of them matching up so far. Personally, she thinks this is a really dumb numbering system, but who is she to judge? Oh right, she’s the one who has had to deal with the stupid thing for Goddess knows how long (like ten minutes tops) just to find one room! She is definitely filing a complaint later. A complaint the staff will definitely read and consider without throwing it away immediately upon recognizing her handwriting, just like every other complaint she’s sent in! She makes a difference.

“Aha!” Constance smiles to herself proudly as she finally finds the door with the matching number. She checks it a few more times before opening it, certain that the person behind the door probably won’t mind. It is unlocked, after all. It would be very embarrassing if it was the wrong person, though, so she must be thorough in checking. A Nuvelle can’t make such a simple mistake after all!

The door swings open with a loud slam as Constance pushes it as hard as she can, arms wide for dramatic entrance emphasis. “Velouria! I came to the realization that we haven’t really spent much time together since you’ve returned, so I—“ Constance stops mid-sentence, finally registering the absolute mess of the room she just entered. 

“…What in the Goddess’ name am I looking at?”

Velouria sat on the floor, surrounded by papers that she barely understood. Argh! Why had she decided that it was a good idea to return as an assistant professor? She was much more suited to being a knight or something, but ah well. Too late now. She shifted through a few of the piles, squinting at them like that would make any of this easier to understand. Unfortunately for her, it didn’t.

She lifted her head at the sound the door slamming open, smiling with her tail wagging happily as she realized that Constance had decided to grace her with a friendly presence! 

“Hello Connie…!” She saw the way that her friend glanced at the mess on the floor, and she blinked back at the blonde, slightly confused. Sure, it was a little messy, but it wasn’t disorganized! She just… wasn’t used to having to be all neat and clean! Hrmph… humans and their silly concepts of whether something was organized or not! Sometimes mess was a little bit of fun! Sometimes mess was organized, in its own special way!

“Uh… my er… papers…?“ She shifted around a few more papers, laughing a little nervously. Hopefully Constance wouldn’t judge her that much. Cleaning was hard after all!

[constancevonnuvelle]

Constance’s attention was completely focused on the mess before her as she took a step towards it and kneeled down. She placed a finger on the edge of one of the papers gently, moving it aside to glance underneath. She didn’t look at any of the text and took great care to make sure that none of the papers were harmed in her assessment. She didn’t have the authority to be looking at any of this, after all.

“How are you able to find anything in this mess?” Although she intentionally blocked out the words, she could only assume that piles like this get mixed together rather easily. The spacing of the title on the paper she moved and the one underneath were different enough that they probably weren’t on the same topic. Maybe.

Constance rose to her feet with a sigh, looking down at both her friend and the sea of papers around her. So much for anything else she planned on doing today. It’s not like she can leave a mess unorganized once she notices it! Leaving now would ensure that it would bother her until she comes back anyway.

“Fortunately for you, I happen to possess organizational skills that are practically unparalleled by any other! It only makes sense that I should assist you, assistant professor. Ahaha!”