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« That took a lot longer than I had expected. I’ve had a lot of medical issues that have been affecting me both physically and emotionally. Today is my first day back to work, and the first day back on Libra.
For those that were patient, you have my gratitude. »
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HER GRACE
Emmeryn followed as they started down the hall. Libra seemed a bit more friendly as they walked. A little bit of pressure seeming to leave him.
He was right, though, the abbey was big. It was one of the largest temple complexes in Ylisse, which was exactly why the ten year blessing ceremony was being held here, rather than a smaller temple closer to the capital. This was the far reaches of the countryside, where there was enough room for the abbey to grow.
The air was fresh here, and everything felt just a little bit still and quiet. It was a comfort to the Exalt, who usually existed in a world of busy and noise and rush.
“That’a fine,” she assured him. “I’m not too weary. The traveling went well, so I shouldn’t need to rest. I can keep on my feet for a tour, I think. But thank you for your concern, Libra.”
“ It pleases me to hear your travels went well, your Grace. ”
THE smile that had graced his lips was a delicate one, a pleasant addition to already soft features. Emmeryn was as benevolent as the friar had predicted she would be, if not more so. If his anxiety hadn’t already dissipated moments ago, it certainly had now. Idle chatter was not often something the monk was fond of. SOLITUDE was preferable, though in the presence of the Exalt herself he couldn’t stop his blood from boiling in glee simply from being in her presence. This was a blessing, and he was glad the Abbot had selected him for the honor of being her personal guard for the duration of the ceremony.
IT was strange to speak to her in this manner. Formalities were arranged. He had been coached for weeks to behave a certain way, to speak in a certain voice, though after hearing Emmeryn speaking so casually nearly had him abandoning his duties in favor of something more quiet, more PERSONAL. She was speaking to him as if he were a colleague, respectable. She had openly admitted her faults, as if she were on par with a lowly man of the cloth.
MORE importantly, he was acknowledged for who he was ; a man. It was... touching.
“ Then we will resume. ” His smile didn’t falter as he silently traversed across the garth of the cloister, a gap between Corinthian columns serving as passageway to the chapel. Service was not until later in the evening, scheduled so that the Exalt may rest prior to the ceremony began. GOSSAMER fingertips trace the wood of the double doors before pushing them open. There were few brothers and sisters making preparations for the event, halting only momentarily before bowing respectively. He was not too fond of the looks he received.
WAS that malice, he detected? To SIN at a time like this...
“ This is where the ceremony is to take place, your Grace. I pray that it is to your liking. ”
I’m here! My exams went wonderfully. Expect a rise in activity from here on out.
You stand in Arbela.
A tropical region reliant upon the divine input of the Elite. For years you’ve heard of them, their unearthly grace. In Pokémon Centers across the country you have seen them speak of divination and peace, despite rumors of increasing gang activity in the cities of Valla, Ylisse, Hoshido, and Nohr; despite the ever-growing power of a new, affluent group of individuals locals have begun to refer to as the “City Royals”, whose status even rivals that of their Gym Leaders.
Or, perhaps, you’re one of them. You are of Serpent, a part of the Nohrian criminal underground. You are a lowlife thug who wishes to dethrone the Elite from their pedestal, to restore power to the hands of the common proletariat. You are of Salvation. You desire, above all else, to put an end to the barbaric, bloodthirsty methods used by Serpent. You strive for a region of peace above all else. You are of Rapture, a former group of vigilantes established to put an end to the misuse of legendary power that spiralled out of control. You are of Wraith, Valla’s undetectable criminal empire waiting to strike when your enemies are at their weakest, waiting to conquer them all.
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{♱} Finals are going on so I’ll be a bit slow until next week! I’m sorry darlings.
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SUMIA
While on the graceful animal, there was little room for error. She had to be thorough and well balanced. If she slipped up on the battlefield, it could mean death for her and whoever was around her. She worked hard on making sure her clumsiness didn’t follow her. It worked out very well for her, mostly because she spent so many hours training. All of that training certainly did pay off as she did her part when fighting and rarely slipped up.
Hearing the man approach, she offered a friendly smile. It was nice that he was concerned for her even though they hadn’t spoken a word to one another yet. She had always meant to, but there was always a distraction put in place. “ Oh, I’m just fine. Thank you for your concern, Libra. How about yourself ? ”
IT was delightful to hear that the flier hadn’t sustained any injuries worth noting ( and if she had, he certainly would have noticed by now. ) Returning the gesture was touching, to say the least. If it had been only a couple moments prior his DISHEVELED state might have been more obvious. Long locks like lay passing thread clung to his neck from a particularly disadvantageous encounter. In isolation he was capable of healing his own wounds, but for the duration of the battle he was sure he looked absolutely SAVAGE. Not that his skill was lacking, per se. There would always be times when tireless hours of training failed to protect from a back-end blow.
THE friar shook his head in brief decline. To complain would do him no service, especially considering he and Sumia had hardly spoken with one another until now. “ I am well, thank you. ”
IT wasn’t until then that he considered he had nothing of interest to say. He was a plain and humble man, at least outwardly, and he was sure he had little to offer except for his own concerns. At least, not in his current state... except for maybe PRAISE.
“ You fought well, today. It seems you’ve been blessed with a talent I was not yet aware of. ”
libra.... i can't believe it. it's-- you're crushing on-- #naga.
IT'S LON'QU ISN'T IT,
“ … I never said it was ANYONE. ”
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“ They are renowned for their STRENGTH , I’m sure, but not many chose to mention the strength of the heart. There’s a QUIETUDE about them that I find easy to relate to. That and… well, they’re amongst the few that hadn’t mistaken me for a woman. I don’t know what I would do if HE— er, they did. ”
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“ … They were STERN , initially. I wouldn’t say unsociable. But after getting to know them they are… COMPASSIONATE. They would lay down their life if it meant preserving another. I can’t think of someone more noble than that. ”
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“ While I am flattered , I’d rather not be touched. You… realize I am a MAN , correct? ”
HER GRACE
Ten years. It was hard to see it as being so long, and even harder to see it as some kind of triumph. Emmeryn had been just a child when she had been crowned Exalt, and she was still so young now. Yet here it was, her first jubilee. Bronze– the most meager of reign milestones, but since she had not been assassinated or executed as a girl, then really, it was quite a surprise.
It was traditional for the Exalt to seek blessings and formal prayers at one of the more prominent temples or abbeys before the grand celebrations began. Back in Ylisstol proper, there were preparations for a parade and small festival happening. Emmeryn had left instructions to keep it modest, she didn’t want a big to-do. Staying at the monastery required her to leave most of her usual traveling retinue behind. She couldn’t bring an entire squad of guards and ladies’ maids trampling through such holy grounds. The cloisters were meant to be quiet solitude.
Truth be told, though, she was glad to be here, mostly by herself, for a few days. It would be refreshing, and her personal guard was stationed in the small town just outside the abbey walls for safe keeping.
All in all, the prayer ceremony would take three days and three nights, she was told. First day to arrive and get settled, second day to begin the prayers and libations to Naga. Then one night of ascetic fasting and vigil kept. The third day would be the closing of the prayers, and then she got to sleep before traveling again, back to the castle.
As the process was described to her, she smiled and nodded attentively. Even though Emmeryn had already studied the process by now. He explained to her the ceremonies and then gestured to the monk standing to his side– a younger one of the cloisters, with long blond hair and modest braids. He looked rather nervous, a bit stern.
She stood from the chair she had been offered earlier at the introduction. He was to be her guard and personal attendant for her time here. It was generous of the monastery to provide her a guide.
She curtsied as the abbot told her his name, Libra, and left the room.
“It is an honor to meet you, Brother Libra,” she spoke in gentle sincerity.
He quickly blurted for her to follow him, and she nodded. “Oh, yes of course, I’m sure there is much to show me. I’ve always been rather inept at navigation.”
LIBRA was unsure if the glare the abbot shot him as he passed through the doorway was one of disapproval. He was well mannered, albeit anxious and soft spoken, but he didn't think he warranted any offense to be on the receiving end of such a stern gaze. Nonetheless, he was here now. The Exalt was kind and gentle-natured, just as he had expected. ( Though a sin, gossip was something that managed to slither it's way through these towering stone walls. It was DIFFICULT to turn his cheek when that was all he had heard for nearly a week, that so-and-so had seen Her Grace here or there, and that her smile was enough to ease the worries of a starving man. )
HIS role in the upcoming sermon was simple. The rites that had been prepared for him were ones he had studied METICULOUSLY since the week of his own arrival. If he wasn't mistaken, he had even heard the words uttered from his own mother when her hand wasn't across his cheek. This was the tongue of thanks, and contextually speaking it was spoken incorrectly by the common folk, portioned in a manner so that it was nothing more than a thanks for items of NECESSITY. The entire prayer was lengthy, recorded by hand for generations until it finally made its way to the printing presses loaned to the abbey. It was, perhaps, the only reason the ceremony was as lengthy as it was.
“ You needn't thank me, Your Grace. It is my honor to serve you for the duration of the event. ”
THE smile that crossed his lips was small. How odd that the Exalt, in the company of a lowly monk, should admit her own follies. He was not trained to respond to idle chatter, only the formalities necessary when it came to escorting Her Grace throughout the premises. A small chuckle rose from his throat, and he covered his mouth with a closed fist before bringing it down to his side. How… ODD. He hadn't expected his anxieties to dwindle as swiftly as they had.
“ The abbey is large, I'll admit. I'm sure you'll be able to navigate this humble abode in no time. ”
WITH that he beckoned her forth and exited the abbot’s bureau, leading her along the exterior quadrangle. Despite being a housing place for clergyman, the garth was taken care to be planted symmetrically at every corner. It was meant to be a meditative space, and served it's purpose well.
“ The abbot has prepared a room for you adjacent to his own chambers. If you would prefer, Your Grace, you can rest before we go on. ”
