Wings of freedom

Salutations! It's Clair von Fire Emblem || closed rp || TOA

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adieu mon cher frère

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Python arched a brow. She was still trying to play along by the rules, in the worst moment imaginable. Still refused to let go of herself, still insisted on abiding by some noble code of conduct that forbid her to speak up or shed tears in public. Even here she stayed polite and formal, which was both admirable… and pathetic to see.

“Afraid this’ll leave you disappointed, but little different. He was a man who tried his best, and that deserves respect. I’m thankful for all he’s done for me and Fors. But otherwise? We’ve barely talked. And this is a war,” the words came out cold, as they always did, but what did it matter if that’s how he felt?

“But you’re right, nobody’s happy about this, some taking it worse than others. And I’d think his sister’d be among the latter,” added he, gaze towards the crowd. “Didn’t know it was against the noble order to mourn their dead.”

He knew what he was doing. It wouldn’t be the first nor the last time he’d face her wrath. And it was still better than stand aside idly.

[ ☾ ]  “All is fair in love and war I suppose.” Clair commented dryly, gazing upon her fingernails as means of a proper distraction. Still, she could admire the spark Python retained, as the young maiden herself hardly had any situations where she was left alone with the man. “But thank you, Python. I’m sure my dear brother would been happy to know you cared.” She slipped a small smirk in turn, and a nod. “And put the extra effort to be here for him.” Tis strange to do the small talk. Never had she been grateful for a conversation. Clair chuckles nonetheless, by his comment about not crying. “It has nothing to do with being noble, I’m afraid. As a matter of fact, I am trying to retain a level of dignity and respect.” Her eyes met his. Had he always looked so...masculine before? Hmm, she must had never paid attention. (It would prove rather difficult with Forsyth and his gentle enthusiasm. And often times, her attention fell either to Alm or the knight in red.) “It is as you say, this is war. People come and go as fates put it. It would do no good for me to break into pieces and ruin morale with hysterics.” She glances on towards a broken down Matilda, sobbing into her handkerchief.  “But do I have things I wish to say? Of course I do! Clive was...” A small choke crept out her lips. “Everything to me.”

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۞ -eye emoji-

A suitable match, for quite such a dame as herself. Clair shall allow the thought of being an Glouchester till her dying days. Praised and revered alongside a palace of roses; that even brings the roses of Versailles to shame. He is a well poised and handsome man, understanding of the trials and tribulations of nobility.“Alright…tu es ma rose brillante. Bring me to your garden.”Pros:Honestly? They are two peas in a pod.Would look great in vogue covers together, and Clair would be supportive of any little crush Lorenz may had on others. “Oh? You think Claude’s cute? I don’t blame you, though he isn’t you, dear. Teehee~”She would stroke his ego, and tell him to feel confident in himself. “You’re the best! Mi Amor!” They probably go out on horseback rides a lot on the countryside, some fancy typical noble romance novel.Clair has the urge to play with Lorenz’s fabulous hair and both would enjoy their long skincare routine daily.They would make good friends, and should things dip into romance- on the surface it may sound like a typical daydream; but I’m sure the two would love each other desperately more behind closed doors.Clair is the top, you cannot deny that. “Bow down to me!”Cons:They would indeed join the ohoho club and laugh with all the other nobles.Honestly, Clive might find the two grating.Clair…is needy, she admits. So if Lorenz is far away too busy gallivanting about work she might miss him too much.They probably try to out talk each other. Both know how to put on a pretty smile till their dead at parties.One may think a pair of nobles would lack any emotional growth but I want to say you’re wrong bc this is fire emblem.

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۞ [ // Let's see it ]

“Oh wow.” Clair gaped, surprised to even think of being paired along with someone so.… dour.  She mused the thought for a little bit, twirling a loose lock becoming amused as time went further on. “Let’s see la lumière du soleil~” Quite the irony to call him the sunlight, considering Hubert Von Vestra was a man of the night. “Well, come fly with me~ Let’s fly and fly awaaay~”Pros:Clair understands the plights of unrequited love and still pushing through despite that to support the one you care most.That being said, Clair would *ADORE* the heck out of Edelgard- she admires a woman with such unparalleled strength and this is probably how they’d bondNot that it matters, but both are of noble background; and she could kind of understand that sort of political pish posh– Though Hubert’s going to be the one working the brunt of it.You can ride alongside her on a Pegasus; and finally be able to fly.In a world of divine comedy; should they be wedded– people would often visit Clair post war- namely her dear brother Clive; who is worried about the ghastly figure beside his sister. Clair, nonchalantly with ease, smiles and responds: “Oh you mean Dear Hubert? Isn’t he such a darling? Oh! And don’t mind the bloodstains on the carpet, I forgotten to clean that right up.”At least she’d be supportive of him. And somehow obtains a penchant for coffee because of him.Cons:It’s Clair. Her energy is so bright and beaming, do you have a deathwish? Do you wish to be icarus and fly too close to the sun?She isn’t afraid of snapping back at you dear. And will, and shall- hide behind Edelgard while sticking out her tongue at the poor man.She’s super cuddly and demanding, and WILL force you out into the dancefloor. I’m sure the deliverance would be worried over such a choice of a suitor; they almost try to convince her to get with just about anyone else.It’s Clair. You’re Hubert. You sure you want to burn?

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۞ from alm shhhhh

[ BUT ALM YER WIFE ]“Oh farmer boy, you want to take a ride with me? I’d be delighted for such a chance.” Clair cheerfully giggled into her hand, amused by the idea of being a queen herself. ( Well, she dreamt of such a role naturally, yet she did not need no crown to be one. )Pros:Loves to dote and spoil on Alm, within good reason.Finally can out PDA Clive. ( Really now? Is that a positive? )Is willing to get dirt under her nails for you, boy. Time to play harvest moon.Will support you to the very end, and try to reach out for you whenever you need it.Clair is very cute and she knows it, consider yourself lucky Alm.Most importantly she will value your friendship above all else.Cons:I fricking love AlmCelica, how dare you. C*nrad did not die for this.Clair is a bit of a jabbermouth at times.Celica. YOU FRICKING LOVE CELICA YOU DOLTShe may not understand your regular commoner customs and that might pose a problem at times. “Wow? is this what you guys call a meal??? flour??? the AUDACITY!”She will dress you up and demand to dance.pls dont kill my ship but all ships r cute FKDSLKDK

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noblesse aveugle - [ open ]

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Soren was almost done with shopping, effectively. He’d had to go back to put down some of the provisions he’d bought for the upcoming weeks, and was planning to go back for the non-perishable stuff that he could obtain later on in the day. What he didn’t expect was a loud interruption. He could’ve sworn this pathway street was empty when he first came in, or at least less crowded.  He mutters a sharp curse to himself. He’s likely getting sloppy. Hastening his pace, he steps forward– “I have money!” Soren stalls, gears turning in his head. He turns to look at the lady. His first impression is that she is foreign– even for Fodlan, and her wear is pristine and much adorned for someone sitting on dirt-caked steps. A wide, eager smile is on her face, like she’s never seen something like this before. Soren considers if she is an escort looking for her prey, and thinks otherwise. Her outfit is far too good for that. A trap of thieves, perhaps? But her demeanor is all wrong. A rich tourist looking for a guide? That would be most optimal. He is in need of funds, having emptied some in his stocking for Garreg Mach’s rigors.  Perhaps it would be better to simply ask, and go from there. Soren turns around, pushing down the ragged hood that he’d brought for cover. He then puts upon his face a (hopefully) winning smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.  “Good afternoon, miss. May I ask what aid you require?”

[ ☾ ] Thank Mila! Someone heeded her call and prayers in her most dire hour of need! Clair was entirely grateful, as the figure inched closer.  Wow. What a magnifique woman. A hand pressed upon her mouth for a pause, moved by their beauty. Their eyes did not express much light, ( though to be fair, it could had been the time of the day- since shadows tend to inch forward and bask the stairs. ) but surely this exotic madame could very much become a poster image for a recital or stage play.  She almost forgotten she had sprained her ankle. “O-oh! Why thank you, kind miss-- I happened to fallen over and cannot get back up. I was wondering if you can be a bit of an assistance into taking me towards the infirmary?” Which was, up SEVERAL flights of stairs; and Clair was not having that. Though, if she lingered on the thought any longer-- would this woman be able to assist her? She didn’t look like she was capable of carrying the blonde at all. “At the very least we could alert the Sir Gatekeeper, who has quite the charm and strength in carrying me.” Sometimes, his voice reminded her that of Alm’s for some reason. It did occur to Clair she could had just, crawled over down these stairs for assistance; but that would be quite an awful look for a lady as herself.

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Pride and Joy [OPEN]

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Wait, was this happening?

He usually didn’t get this far. He might’ve put his search for a wife on hold, but this was truly a delight.

Finally, a girl who didn’t want to smack him within seconds of meeting him. He smiled, trying not to betray his relief that she accepted the gift. Her vocabulary and proud posture instantly clicked in his mind: another noble. From her accent, perhaps not from Fodlan, but still. 

“It is my honor to treat any guest of mine with respect and hospitality.” Lorenz bowed slightly as an introduction. “I am Lorenz Hellman Gloucester, most pleased to make your acquaintance. Please allow me to say such a rose suits you, yet could never hope to outshine your natural charm.”

The compliment was reflexive but he meant it. Lorenz was rather surprised at himself that he didn’t care much about evaluating her as much as he did just enjoying her company. He stepped closer and nodded to the general area of the fairgrounds. “Anything from the Alliance catch your eye? I’m quite happy to guide you around this little taste of my home.”

[ ☾ ]  Dear her! This man was rather smooth too! The air that he possessed reeked of nobility and charisma meant that he himself were someone important. Sometimes she asks herself however, were nobles and commoners any different? Surely they were not. But it was difficult to understand others from distant worlds.  She twirls the rose in delight, smile still playing upon her lips. “A pleasure, truly. I am gracious for your kind words, Sir Gloucester-” How soft the petals felt by her skin, a scent fresh and inviting-- as the noble proceeded to sprinkle the moment with an invitation. A tender hand presses against her bosom, moved by his natural kindness. “Surely you jest, a man of such high praises and revered position as yourself-- “ Clair gestures to the crowds, the flowers, the whole event itself. “Would have any time to spare in the world for little ol’ me. But if you insist....Sir Gloucester, the man of the hour--I shall allow you a bit of my company.” A wry grin. “Consider yourself lucky.”

[eclairdlune]

adieu mon cher frère

[eclairdlune]

abluehairedwanderer‌:

Python wasn’t surprised by this turn of events. Not because Clive was reckless or a bad fighter, he was the leader of the Deliverance for a reason after all, but having seen so much death firsthand… you get numb to such things, if it involves someone you aren’t particularly close with. He knew he wouldn’t be as collected if it were his dad, or Forsyth, or Lukas. But Clive… It was a huge blow to the morale of the most, but not to his. If anything, they just lost a capable leader and a decent cavalier. Still wasn’t the end of the world. Not to him at the least.

Still, he didn’t want to be in Mathilda’s place. To be saved from months-long incarceration only to see your fiance’s breathless body… That was a fate he wouldn’t wish on anyone. Knowing he risked it all for he and her only only amplified the guilt she must have been bearing. He knew she’d be fine after this is over. That woman knew how to turn her grief into anger and use it to empower herself, but after the war’s over… What awaited her then?

Well, there was an answer… But that answer herself stood unmoving, shocked and drained. Silent. Too much so. It was only then that he noticed that she didn’t say a word since coming to the funeral, the funeral of her only brother, no less. If  anything, she should have been the first one to stand on that pedestal, remembering what a man he had been. But instead, she was standing there. Which would be fine on its own, but.. what was staggering for Python is that she wasn’t even given the word. Why wasn’t she asking for it?

He carefully circled around the knights and soldiers, right to the place where she stood all alone. So he took a place next to her. They stood there for a minute or two, listening to the speeches, quiet. Until he asked her in a whisper, so that not to attract unwanted attention.

“You okay?”

[ ☾ ] Of all people to ask her such a question, it threw the blonde out of her daze momentarily. Clair blinks, rapidly so- then responds; as it is unkind to keep one waiting.  “Ah, Python. Oh- um.” Strange, Clair bites down her lip to silence her stammering self. It wasn’t often for her to be so unrefined, off guard, and out of order. She looks down towards the ground, hand clenching till her knuckles bled white. “I...do not wish to lie, but I must confess I am not.” There was no use in hiding the truth. Her brother had been dearly departed. “Considering the situation, I am sure nobody is in a perfect state of mind.”  Finally, she looks up at the archer, taking note that he could clean up well if he wanted to. “Ah...what about you? How are you feeling?” Like cow dung, right?

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There is a knock on the door, and the sound of feet skittering away. A small box lies in front of the door, within is a baby blue and white handkerchief in a pleasing plaid pattern. A note accompanies, "Treasure your graceful nature; inspire confidence in those who desire your guiding hand."

“Now whom could that be?” Clair sits up from her bed, half-way through a well loved book. She walks towards the door, only to find a box–”No one I suppose. Oh? What is this?” Curious; she opens it gracefully and is terribly touched. Holding the handkerchief to her chest, the noble lady smiles.“Thank you kind stranger.” If only she could figure out who they were. One day, she promises to pay them back in tenfold.

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adieu mon cher frère

@ abluehairedwanderer   ⛪ (you're going to hate me for this, but... clive's funeral) [ ☾ ] She couldn’t believe it; Clive was gone. It did not take too long for all the little sheep ( including her, absolutely her ) to disperse and fall into chaos. Alm may retain the title of leader, but to some; the followers of the Deliverance, his lover, his own sister; had felt like everything was off kilter. And the worst of all, absolutely the worst; was that most had seen his untimely end. The sight of it will forever be etched into her soul. She didn’t want to say goodbye. Gallant as usual, the paladin was leading on their horse; he fought as hard as he did, only to be easily ended with an arrow struck through his heart. Then all came crashing soon after, his body; collapsing as if he were some raggedy doll. Perhaps she was being over dramatic, but Clair believed she felt that arrow pierce her heart too. Standing here, she wasn’t given the opportunity to speak out her goodbyes. For the world had presented others to lead such a speech. ( Of which, the knight in red spoke about her brother in kind. And Matilda, poor sweet Matilda was grieving; never once had Clair seen her cry. ) A shame that, for Clair had so many things to speak of about her brother; but nobody gave her the opportunity. It was as if she were silenced. Had the world forgotten who he was to her? Or perhaps ...she didn’t weigh as much in the equation? The blonde knew better than to speak out and be improper in such delicate matters. Her brother deserved the upmost respect. But why great Mila, why did he have to leave? Gazing down at her feet, the once social butterfly Clair Belmont had been rendered speechless. She tried her best to recall Clive in such a brighter light than the situation at hand now.

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la vie après la mort

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  ⛪A church right after a funeral, a small handful of people dressed in black hanging their heads in silence

[ ☾ ] In the name of love and war, death was always ever a constant sight. Whether it may be the hoodlums and fighters that befall a plenty, each person shall reach their untimely end whether they like it or not. Clair did not fancy funerals, but in truth; grief was ever a necessity to accept in order to move forward. To say their final goodbyes and let go; though in truth-- letting go is a matter of choice.

She hardly knew her uncle, much less could remember the fellow as she felt she was more so considered a decoration to make this pitiful excuse of a party look more lively.

Don’t be rude, Clair. That’s disrespectful to the dead. Sorry, sorry!

Still, whilst she twirled her long locks idly, she felt bad for the man. Never married, didn’t care to leave his assets behind to any family members ( Which of course, it’s his money after all ) but decided to donate everything - and by everything she means his land, his deeds, money, title-- to the church and a little orphanage that accompanied it.

He died a caring man, she supposed. Such a big sweetheart.

Now if only, could she manage to sprinkle in a little bit of waterworks- for at the very least; he deserved that much, right?

Right?

Of course, whatever thought process Clair was dabbling in; all came to a halt when she s w o r e she saw a little girl dressed a touch too skimpy for her age. Oh my. What if she was on the run from some terrible group of people? The blonde made her way through the gravestones to greet her.

“Little girl, are you lost?”

The more and more she looked at the child, the more Clair wanted to hand her a coat. Poor thing, she must be cold.

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Au-delà de la mer

@fellcreation   🌊The seashore late at night, with lightning over the water in the distance

[ ☾ ] One would think as the lightning waltzed upon the ocean, striking spears with one another- that the rain would soon after come pouring. Alas, it does not- yet. The night watch, the two were tasked to done so. Clair believes it wouldn’t prove to be too difficult, as bigger problem at hand was trying to figure out how to partake into a conversation with this woman. She scrunches her nose as if she were a white rabbit, eyes concentrating on remedying the itch that plagued her mind. It shouldn’t be too hard, right? “Do you ever think--” The light comes crashing upon the sea, interrupting the blonde before she could finish. She clicks her tongue in frustration, waiting for the rumbling roar to finish. Clair huffs before she continues. “Do you ever think that--” Another! How dastardly rude the weather is! The noblewoman stomps on the sand, knowing all too well it wouldn’t do anything to remedy the problem. “Ugh! Everything about this is all too fatuous! Why ever did they send us here at such a bewitching hour?!”

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Pride and Joy [OPEN]

The previous month had been rough to say the least for Lorenz. He was only a few days out from the infirmary, but he already had some spring back in his step.

The Leicester Alliance on campus had really outdone themselves. Of course the founding day for his home was worth a festival beautiful enough to cancel classes over. Lorenz observed the fair booths and myriad of people milling around and enjoying themselves with food and games. He smiled fondly at one stand in particular, a sign out front with a symbol he knew well.

The Gloucester crest was stylized into an upside down rose with the two exterior parts of the crest as perfectly symmetrical leaves. Lorenz vaguely recognized the couple of clerks by the almost overflowing flower stall and nodded to them. Perhaps by his own silk rose, they recognized him at once.

“Lord Gloucester, please take as many as you like, they’re your family’s after all-”

“Thank you, but I only wish for one.” Lorenz reached out and carefully withdrew a rose from a vase on a display, smelling it and sighing with a genuine smile. Their roses were always so perfect, the scent sweet and petals silky. “Just as lovely as they are back home. I’m pleased father sent these, so that my classmates get to enjoy them as well.”

He looked up from his rose and locked eyes with someone, extending his hand with the rose delicately held in it to them. “Have one on me, if you like.”

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[ ☾ ] For Clair however, she had been visiting the infirmary as of late. Not because this blonde had fallen tragically ill or anything, just a mere ankle sprain really. Pain was something of a nuisance for this noble woman as she tried to gather her strength and wits to move on forward. In passing, the blonde had seen a person with such a trendsetting hairstyle catch her fancy.  It’s not everyday you see someone rock an undercut, and take each stride in confidence. Admirable, really. Of course, she did not have the chance to partake in any speech towards the gentleman for simple conversation just yet. Besides, she didn’t want to greet one while she was at her worst, yes? Fast forward to the present, the young lady was amused by all these little celebrations in Fodlan. How quaint, she thought. While she perused through the stalls s l o w l y, indulging herself in the company of red roses. Whomever had grew these, must taken quite excellent care of them-- and she needed information from the gardener to learn how to make such loving flowers bloom ever so nicely. Even if her brother might not appreciate them as much as she does, it was still something to relish in. And relish indeed, as the very same violette haired gentleman met her eyes. Clair blinks slowly, registering the moment. A gift? For moi? “How kind.” Of course she accepts it most graciously, smiling sweetly in turn with a hint of a cheeky glint in her eye. “Why thank you, gentille sir. You surely know how to treat a lady, don’t you?” It did not take much for Clair to take a gander to tell that this man is of noble background. Considering these flowers were made for him, after all.

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Eerie Atmospheric Settings: Plot Starters

Instead of a specific plot to work around, here’s a list of settings that all feature a melancholy, moody, or creepy atmosphere. Simply send me a symbol for a setting you want to RP in, and I’ll either make a starter or approach you to plot!

🌕A full moon night with wind whistling through the trees

🌊The seashore late at night, with lightning over the water in the distance

🏤Stepping into a house that gives off all the wrong vibes

🍁A cold day in late autumn, which is silent and deeply lonely

🎹Nighttime in an ancient house/manor, with the tinkling of piano keys from the next room

💧 Rain in the early morning, so dark that there’s hardly a sunrise

⛪A church right after a funeral, a small handful of people dressed in black hanging their heads in silence

🌳A maze-like forest at dusk, with a sense of anxiety as the sun disappears

⛵On the beach before dawn as remnants of a ship wreck wash onto shore

🍂A chilly, overcast autumn afternoon

🌃Midnight in a busy city, sirens blaring a few blocks away

🎃After dark on Halloween night after trick-or-treating ends

🚘Sitting with a popped tired on the side of a long stretch of road, waiting

⚡Distant thunder from a massive storm headed straight this way

🥀An overgrown garden of nothing but poisonous (or dead, dry) plants

🌾An eerie plot of farmland with seemingly no one around for miles

🐊Murky swampland with posted warnings to keep people away

🔥 A roaring bonfire in the distance on a pitch black night, with dark silhouettes crowded or dancing around it

🚧Standing near old, abandoned train tracks when the bell starts to ring

🐟Taking a swim on an uninhabited plot of beach, noticing ripples in the water

🌿An old-fashioned plantation with secretive locals and a bitter history

💀A cemetery full of dead, dry flowers as if all of the plots have been forgotten, some of the stones cracked or sinking into the dirt

🚇A dingy old subway station, walls chipped to pieces, while waiting for a ride home

🌈The sad silence after a violent storm, debris and wreckage everywhere

👗An attic full of musty clothes and antiques belonging to someone long-dead

❄ A snowstorm locking everyone in their homes, with electricity flickering

🍄An enchanting plot of forest or stream, tiny whispers cutting the silence

🌑Inside of a re-occurring nightmare had time and time again

☔Taking a long walk with an umbrella, struggling with a low, low mood

☕At a quiet cafe, but unfamiliar folk are whispering and staring

🌵A winding road through the desert with only one dingy hotel, its ‘vacancy’ light flickering red

💤Dreaming of scraping nails gainst the window glass, and waking to still hear it

🐕A quiet night, the only sound being the call of coyotes/wolves in the woods

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noblesse aveugle - [ open ]

[ ☾ ] Oh how exciting it must be, to traverse through new lands and relish in new opportunities. Fortune truly favors the bold, and Clair Estrella Belmont was embarking in a whole new adventure! She couldn’t help but be delighted by how both the commoners and nobility worked side by side in the monastery- ( well, from what her brown eyes could see. ) without complaint or any hassle. Truly, these lands must be far ahead of their time- and Valentia could learn from them. Perhaps this is also why her dear friend was partaking in this schooling as well. For a better future. And that caused Clair to naturally- continued to smile from ear to ear. The blonde pondered among her daily stroll ( One must keep themselves in tip top shape of course! ) what lies ahead in her future. She hardly knew anybody in this academy other than the few she could count on her fingers. “Hmm...There’s Alm and Celica....I think Faye’s here as well and--” Muttering their names one by one, the blonde lost track of where her footing had been and had lost balance and slipped down the grandiose steps right by the corner of the stable- hardly any passersby here at this hour- other than the wandering felines that mewled at her mishap. The noblewoman hissing at her sprain. “Ack! Now this isn’t the time for such nonsense. I got classwork to do....nngh. Oh dear.” Like a injured fawn, the blonde sat delicately on the steps, waiting for the chance to receive aid. There was no way she could manage to stand at this rate. How dreary. Finally, a savior had appeared before her-- “Oh Salutations! I am in need of your assist...” only to walk past; without much thought. “How rude! And you’re going to just let me perish here?! This is all too cruel!” Clair shouts out as the person made their way to the marketplace. Perhaps she ought to bring forth the waterworks, it always worked with her dear brother and Fernand. Unfortunately, they were nowhere to be found.  As time continued to pass (It really wasn’t that long.)- Clair almost opted for calling out for Gray. Of all people! He wouldn’t dare leave her in such a sorry state. Though she much rather had a different farmhand whisk her away. A loud sigh, poor her. Poor, poor her. And here she thought Fodlan was rather progressive.  That was, until another passerby ventured forth into the spotlight. “Yoo-hoo! You there!” Clair waved her arm for their attention. “ Please come over here! I am in need, of your aid!” Finally she added: “I have money!”

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Clair De Lune by Claude Debussy except you’re exploring a supposedly haunted cave at night, and it seems to just start playing somewhere in the depths. As you head toward the source of the music and as it gets louder, you begin to hear whispers.

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