Claire Keane
@theartofmadeline
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RMH
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@flaurum
hweeo ♡
[ child generator meme ]
hweeo c:
This is a child who looks to be laidback albeit a bit on the introverted side.
Pretty and bright, but isn't interested in shining bright - just wants to do the best she can do... That said, she's easily her own worst critic.
Fairly popular for someone who's on the more soft-spoken side. When she speaks, others listen, as she doesn't waste words on anything she doesn't mean.
♡ do u accept... lesbian children
of course :3c
[ child generator meme ]
I don't have much to say aside from you just Know she's a spoiled, willful child, who Will Get What She Wants. A spitfire, and a true force to be reckoned with.
(Thankfully she Mostly uses her powers for good...?)
[ child generator meme ]
@lazulienne sent: ♡ i am also throwing ███████ or goldmary/lapis at u !!!!
His older brother may have yet to figure out a way to look attractive whilst pulling crops… but this guy's long got the art under wraps.
Mind you, he's less keen on 'master of all trades,' preferring to focus the vast majority of his time on farming divine taters. Others can keep their glory. He'll happily tend to his plants, thanks. Not interested in combat in the slightest.
(That said, if he does apply himself to learning something-- he's the infuriating sort who picks it up in a snap.
But. Like. He usually doesn't bother unless it's to annoy his bro or smth. Lives in blissful nonchalance for the most part. Does love his fam with his entire being.)
... Has Goldmary's eyes, supposedly. . .
... (... He may or may not have initially set his heart on running his mums' inn but upon noticing older bro's intention toward it... it's a dream that's cheerfully fallen by the wayside.)
tastes like Bad. tastes like Not Good.
secret investigation . . . oh no ! okay, that was spoken directly to the one person they were trying to avoid.
louis remains as he is, pleasantries and smiles, but he slowly watches goldmary dig herself a further hole. she's about to hit the center of the earth when she utters those two words. oh dear. oh no.
and when her eyes return to him, louis has an issue. he is not a grand liar. never has been. never will be. but for the sake of princess celines unchipped teeth, and the dental health for all his companions, he shall persist. the issue is, he's never really had to do it before.
"ah ! well !" . . . what does he say ? hands clasp together and he nods. "yes. our secret investigation."
he cannot afford to stop in his words. that would look awfully suspicious. "as health and safety. . . officers," oh god, he's digging them deeper. "wait. no. well. . ."
louis has never had to lie ! ! ! ! he dislikes it ! ! ! ! it is not him ! ! ! !
"erm," words die in his throat and he speaks again. "the honest truth is we were told we can work here. so, we had thought to inspect the health and safety as i myself find germs and whatnot worrisome. and my dear companion here is. . . also an employee."
roll to lie: 5 ! (out of 20. . .)
the employee doesn't seem particularly impressed. or believing at all. he pardons himself, and excuses his presence to seek the manager to verify.
"well i think that went better than expected," louis knows he has fucked up. but it could be worse. "we are nigh on our way to be removed from here, though, so let us be off."
alas, neither were mages with facial-changing properties.
in his walk does he eventually get to the main kitchen area. it is sparse with employees, many leaving and entering, but far too preoccupied with their own work.
"goldmary," he asks. "do you believe we were ill-prepared for this ? perhaps ?"
C’mon, Louis. I’m counting on you.
He’d better not dare mess this up on account of some trifling attempt at morals. Mister Watches-People-Eat-and-Go-About-Their-Lives surely cannot be so dignified that he cannot put his honour on the floor a moment or two, and spare Goldmary defiling her own.
Surely.
Well.
He tried, Goldmary supposes. Lips purse in thought as the employee - the real one - makes a hasty departure. Goldmary wastes no time in rounding on her supposed ally, brows lifted with no small skepticism.
“‘Better than expected,’ dear Louis? Just what have we come in here expecting, or hoping for, then?”
With a huff, she shoulders past him again, and they reach the main kitchen without further obstacle. Thank the divine for small blessings. The sooner they are free of this expedition, the better. If they don’t find anything worth their while... She shudders to think of it. She has a reputation to uphold!
And if they do find something? At this point, Goldmary hopes and prays they do, even if it means something rather unfortunate for prior consumers. Being lauded as a champion and saviour of the integrity of sweets has something of a nice ring to it.
“I don’t believe we were, I know we were,” she answers, though she manages less bite now than before. She could have said no, after all, but in choosing to accompany him, she has thrown in her lot and must bear some part of the responsibility.
With a glint 'neath half-lidded eyes, she turns to smile at him.
“But I am confident that, between our teamwork, we will manage.”
There’s a big door at the back of the kitchen. No windows. Looks heavy. And suspicious!
‘Hey, can you guys grab some more of the mango flavour from the freezer?’ someone passing by happens to ask, and. Oh. Maybe the mysterious door isn’t so mysterious in the end but…
“The freezer, Louis!” Goldmary hisses in excitement. Maybe this is what they’re after! “Let’s go…!”
✩ . BLUE SEA MIRACLES.
just getting to listen to goldmary again is already amazing. even if it's too bad they're in different houses, with the way she describes the black eagles, it makes sense — and she's right; it totally fits her look better ( he'd avoided it cause he'd heard all the hard workers were over there, and their house leader was kind of a stickler. the last thing he needed was pressure to get his scores up or anything like that ).
and goldmary on a pegasus? now that, he's gotta see. he'd have to challenge her to a race sometime when she got the hang of being in the air, see who was faster, carmilla or her horse on wings. he and hortensia used to go neck & neck when she'd take him up on his little contests. ( back when she used to do stuff like that, anyway. )
and speaking of brodia, that's what enbarr kind of reminded him of! he'd thought the straight stone streets and imposing, grandiose architecture rung a bell somewhere. that figures. "yeah, training's always kind of a bummer. but i guess if we both want to be tough enough for hortensia, it's a must. i can't wait for her to get here and see how much stronger we've gotten! hehe, she'll be so surprised, don't you think?"
they start ambling by any number of roadside stalls — it looks like they've wandered into some commercial district; eateries line them on both sides, sandwiched between boutiques and other services. the inviting smell of something sweet-sour and delicious drifts in from somewhere, making his mouth water, and he starts scanning for its source while starting to answer goldmary ( "oh, golden d—" ) until the leaning weight on his arm pulls his attention to her completely, and cherubic features brighten with a happy laugh.
"aww, of course we will! no way i'd just abandon you like that." hands on hips, confident head tilt, sashay of periwinkle locks. and then, more levelly: "i'm pretty sure not all classes are separated by house, so sticking together shouldn't be hard! flight practice for sure if you're serious about that pegasus ♫ "
“Oh, yes! I am positive she will be.”
Rosado is right. Growing stronger, for Hortensia’s sake, for each other’s sake… That makes the icky sweat worthwhile. (And who’s to say it won’t earn her a flattering word or two of approbation? Mmn.)
Hold on now,
did he just start to say Golden Deer?
Eyes narrow.
But… but...
Oh, Rosado…!
“Not fair,” she mumbles, a brief slip of character, but she can’t help it - before her friend's confidence and reassurance, her pout simply melts away. He's right, of course. Surely they will still share some classes. They need not fear being apart overlong, for they are together at the same academy now, after all, and no longer entire continents apart. That has to count for something, too.
“You look hungry.” She’d not missed that look in his eyes, of course. She tugs lightly, delicately on his arm once more, this time in the direction of a nearby eatery. They’ve been subconsciously moving toward it. May as well, right?
“I think you might like it here in Fodlan. There is a variety in the tasks students are asked to do. In fact, I…”
And here, Goldmary freezes.
“Umm… Rosado, you’re good with children, yes? I was so excited to see you, it plumb slipped my mind…” Because she would never forget something so important on her own. Of course not! Such would be most unbecoming! If Rosado weren't so charming, she'd surely have remembered long before now. “… I am actually looking for a child I am meant to be accompanying. I looked away for one second and, expecting a being possessed of model behaviour, was not expecting to find my charge had absconded with nary a sound…!”
And so, she whirls on him, clasping his hands in hers. The food is forgotten, for now. (Sorry.)
“You’ll help me, won’t you? Oh, I don’t even know where to begin with this little rascal…”
with an extra helping of faith
Katrina, was it?
No, it wasn't, though the urge to correct the woman does not stem from a place of frustration, but rather the urge to protect it -- after all, her name is the single most important thing that belongs to her, and her alone. But between a wallflower's timidity and what is clearly an extrovert's insistence, Katarina follows along after her and loses the right moment to object altogether.
"H, huh...?" A crush... on her? An awkward smile struggles to fit on the gracelessly drawn line of her lips. Pulled taut with surprise, its reach is far too short to touch her eyes; she would look rather like a deer caught in carriage lights, if only she believed her.
"Um..." A subtle sort of fretfulness tucks itself into the pockets of her cheeks and brow. What a strange lie. Was she... trying to make fun of her? But what had Katarina done to upset her? "I.... see."
Her gaze travels not to the man in question, but to the roll of bandages in her hand, and the absence of any staff. Though these lands embraced an innate faith, as a stranger from afar, she feels the absence of a healing implement acutely and accusingly. What is she doing here? She doesn't belong here -- her hands were never meant for the gentler things.
Her stare falls the rest of the way to the ground, torn. "Did you... need these bandages? I can get more..."
The more Goldmary looks, eyes flitting between the youth in question (who is unaware of gazes upon him as he chatters away all chipper-like) and Katarina, the more she is sure. Her intuition is sharp, always has been, and she's so thrilled to be the one to deliver the happy news.
But instead of giddy curiosity, her announcement is met with… well, not much of a n y t h i n g.
Goldmary is not accustomed to going ignored.
Is it on purpose?
Does this girl perhaps doubt her? (Impossible!)
The juicy morsel, the gift she has prepared, it is left on the table, in favour of…
“Bandages.” Goldmary flatly echoes the word, half-lidded eyes closing for but the space of a moment enough to silently, internally vent her frustrations.
Eyes flare open.
“No!! I’ve plenty. That is not the issue at hand here! Look.”
She gestures back to the purported individual in question.
“Do you truly have no other words on the matter? If he’s not your type, that’s fine. Understandable, even! He’s a mite handsome but could stand to dress up a little…” She shrugs. “But to be so... so indifferent about it…”
Goldmary huffs, free hand coming to settle on her hip.
And then, it hits her.
“It's my fault," she acknowledges with the weight of newfound clarity, hand clutching her necklace. "I sometimes forget, I am so blinding that my radiance might eclipse any allure he might possibly have managed. Oh dear.” Her hand shifts to her forehead, preceding a near swoon. Near breathless, she continues: “I can but apologize...”
tell me something i don't know // mission board: fracture [+1 flying]
Shez tosses his sword from one hand to the other. A quick glance to his side confirms his fellow student has things handled just fine. In fact, he can’t help but whistle when he watches her drop a man to the ground. He has to respect the art, even if she’d dragged her feet at the thought of helping him at first.
He’ll have to ask her to spar later, if she’ll give him the time of day.
Fast feet on cobblestones pursue the ruffian that had split off from his fellows, and he ducks under an axe just in time to hook his sword against the hilt. The move is a bit too flashy, though - his sword has no room for an opening, and the shock runs down his wrist.
“Seriously? The horse clearly isn’t gonna fly away! Why don’t you just drop it already?”
And he’s not even getting paid for this - but when he looks over his shoulder, into the desperate eyes of a child, he can’t help but feel at least a little of that ill-fitting altruism bubble in his chest. He’s a mercenary, but not completely without morals.
Thank the goddess for that.
A cocky grin spreads across his face as he looks past the bandit - is his classmate watching? - and the lapse in focus is just as much a lapse in judgement. With a grunt and a yell, his sword is pried from his hand, sent skittering across the pavement.
“Shit.”
Is that what they think they’ve got at hand? A real, honest to goodness flying horse?
They can’t be serious.
That rumour is just that: a rumour!
And frankly, Goldmary cannot believe she has been dragged into something so utterly ridiculous and-
“Shez!”
It is only coincidence that sees Goldmary witness her classmate’s sudden disadvantage, but he is too far for her to do aught about it. (Certainly, she isn’t going to kick him his sword like he’d done. She has class, thank you.)
But ah…! Desperate times do call for desperate measures…
...She considers it.
Considers it, and then watches as the child clambers atop the horse who’s dipped its front to allow its rider aboard, and once settled, it rears, snorts, kicks at the nearest bandit, and charges for the next, the one aiming to sink a blade into poor Shez. There's an opening, and they are Taking It.
“Get on!” the child clamours.
Goldmary isn’t sure she likes where this is heading.
🧃🧃"Here darling! Take an extra too."
"Oh?~"
Well, here's a woman who knows what she's about. The way she comports herself, from her stride to her hair... If Goldmary weren't beyond competition from her fellow mortals, she'd almost have something to worry about!
Still, there's no denying there's something absolutely enchanting about Camilla. Maybe it's age...? 'Experience,' is putting it more kindly, perhaps.
Goldmary reaches out to take the consolation prizes with a small smile and a nod.
"Why, thank you~ ♡ "
There's no polite way to say Goldmary won't drink both (a girl's got to watch her sugar intake), but she is determined to find a home for the extra gift, regardless, and the last thing she wishes is to spurn Camilla's efforts.
"I am blessed to have received your generosity."
well, it's a bit difficult when goldmary isn't on her team, isn't it? still, she waves to her friend across the battlefield, pink hair bobbing as she jumps. "good luck! not that you need it!"
She'd know that pink anywhere!
Honestly, it's not hard when Goldmary's had ample practice looking to recognize Hortensia and Rosado from afar - when they take to the skies, she imagines that as they are as tiny as ants flying overhead, she, too, must look like an ant down below.
(A glorious, extraordinarily beautiful ant, but an ant nonetheless.)
In any case, Goldmary naturally has but one recourse in response to her dearest's greetings:
she waves in return, graceful and yet no less enthusiastic and warm, fondness etched in every arc of the gesture.
"You too!! ♡ "
Whenever Niamh is fixated on something, any attempts to shift gears has prove difficult for her. A single thought can last cycles upon cycles spinning in her head, considering all the possible meanings and avenues before drawing a conclusion - or seeking the means to do so.
This time, it would be the latter. She really shouldn't be running around, really, she shouldn't, but the stubbornness to know takes priority. So, by the time she finds Goldmary, the strain on her body has undone some of the bandages that attempt to keep her wounds in check. Thankfully, at least the wounds are minor.
"Found you...." Niamh says, her monotone voice providing no means to make the sudden appearance any less strange. "Thank you for the fight...I didn't get to tell you..."
Niamh hardly leaves room to return the gesture before she continues. "Why did you say that? Before you knocked me out..." There is no sign of embarrassment, nor does Niamh sound angry or upset. If anything, her expression could be seen as confused - that it is something that she simply does not understand.
Goldmary is in the midst of verifying that manicured nails have kept their pristine form when Niamh finds her, and for a moment, engrossed as she is in her own study, it is unclear whether she has heard Niamh speak.
When she does deign look to her newfound company, there's a moment's surprise across honey-gold eyes - to Goldmary's credit, she is quick to master herself. Lips curl into a faint smile, and she sets her hands in her lap.
"And you as well. You look to have a good head on your shoulders in battle." Goldmary wonders, infrequently, if the same could be said of her. She is wonderful in so many ways, of course, but it is unbecoming to be naturally gifted at everything, no? It is only meet, then, she need put effort into her performance on the field of battle.
It takes her a moment to drift back down to earth, to process and ponder Niamh's succeeding line of questioning.
Head cants lightly to the side,
"I said it," she begins-
and here Goldmary hits Niamh with her most radiant of smiles, dazzling and yet just the right amount of demure - most certainly practised.
She makes to reach for the other's mask, but pulls back - perhaps it is not her place to remove the veil. Niamh can do so when she is good and ready.
"Because I meant it, silly."
A quick, extra sweep of her once-opponent, and Goldmary's perfect brow furrows.
"Here. Take this."
A juice box.
[Boel Round 1, Battle 4] Double Digits? We can roll Double Digits, right?
leadership demands an implicit trust between the commander and those commanded; such trust had never come to her easily, but in the midst of battle, there was no choice. these were the fields where faith was sown and reaped by the hands of necessity, and where true worth came to light. there is no time to think or doubt, only to act and make what came of it later.
goldmary strikes. prince fogado moves. in his urgency, poorly, leaving an opening.
the viper's fangs flash.
"goldmary, now."
NEL misses FOGADO with MIRE ( 4 ) FOGADO 2.5/6.
and the dragon herself swings her attention to fogado who had demonstrated too ready a tendency to disrupt their formation, lending himself to supporting their strategy both offensive and evasive. he would not be permitted to interrupt goldmary's attack.
though the magic that flies from her hand misses its mark, it serves its purpose, driving the archer to a corner of bramble-thick brush from which he had no choice but to retaliate.
she advances two steps imposingly, raising herself to the height of gradlon's shadows. granite crimson demands his focus as magic gathers anew in her palms.
"here, prince of solm."
▀▀ next , @flaurum ₊
Goldmary might consider herself a leader in many respects, (almost) always happy to share her knowledge with those less savvy than she, and on the odd occasion just as delighted to learn from them, too.
Though she is no slouch, battle is one place she knows she still has room for improvement. Taking orders on the field comes a lot easier than doling them out and, truthfully?
She's fine with that. It comes with the role she has taken up at dearest Hortensia's side.
So,
when Nel says jump,
Goldmary jumps.
Goldmary 4.5/6HP hits Niamh 2/5HP with Armorslayer [Roll: 15; -1.5 (+1) = 2.5HP] Niamh 0/5HP; Niamh has been eliminated.
Sword pointed at her opponent, Goldmary smiles gently.
"I bet you'd look cuter without your face hidden, my lovely, cunning foe."
It's not a threat, though. Just a friendly suggestion is all.
Thwack. She leads, instead, with her shield.
[Boel Round 1, Battle 4] Double Digits? We can roll Double Digits, right?
what do we do. what will you do. in the half-seconds between both questions, goldmary takes two fast-paced attacks in succession. for now, they are glancing, but between the masked one's magic and two allies who stood to take full advantage of it, it was only a matter of time against the pair of them.
indeed, the questions were fitting — but though their odds be unfavorable, even dire, their stakes remain low, and nel's answer comes without strain. "fight until our last. this is a test of limits, yes?"
NEL rotates the team to the LEFT.
all that remained for them for now was merely to slow their opponents' offensive, and search for a decisive opening. barring that: minimize the scale of the other side's victory, and make them pay for it where they could. in a war, this would merely be one exchange, a point along an immense scale without foreseeable end; and though it was not quite the same, this simple tournament bore some similarity. perhaps the losses accrued here would determine success for another eagle down the line; she could not be certain without proper planning.
unfortunately, it appeared their opponent boasted swifter reaction time than the lone remaining ally at her side; each maneuver she presented to stall them, they answered keenly in kind.
"when you can, strike with all your strength," she says quickly and softly for goldmary's ears only, letting a passing gale carry her words otherwise downwind and away. "do not waste time weakening them. otherwise, maintain your defenses."
▀▀ next , @losojos-decupido ₊
She winces against the slam of blade against her shield, but she keeps her composure otherwise, now that a gauntlet has been thrown. She offers Hilda her sweetest of smiles, eyes half-lidded as she finds her footing anew,
"I said," she begins, trying to focus on this constantly shifting formation of theirs, "it looks quite near as lovely as mine."
Sword twirls in her hand, and she rocks on her feet, ready to spring - but her target doesn't wind up being Hilda. Rather, she goes for Fogado. Surely, by this point, he'd be pleased being put out of his freezing misery? Really, she's doing him a favour.
"Do me a favour and say still a moment, handsome."
Goldmary 4.5/6HP hits Fogado 4/6HP with Armorslayer [Roll: 11; -1.5HP] Fogado2.5/6HP
As she steps away, she winks.
Strike with all your strength, Nel had said...
Well, she'd keep doing her best, but...
next! @losojos-decupido
[Boel Round 1, Battle 4] Double Digits? We can roll Double Digits, right?
good LORD. fogado wanted to hype a girl up, but he didn't know it would actually work, especially as well as it did. he throws a congratulatory wink at hilda for the victory, trying not to think too hard about how much that would have hurt to be on the receiving end. he waves over a staff member quickly to have the poor dear carried off the field. you did good, you freezer, you.
now! after witnessing something like that, it makes fogado pull into strategy mode. it's his turn, so he's got to think. there's a nice open space where that kiddo used to be... yes, good...
oh, right! he nearly forgot about something! it's only a little thing, really, but it's silly fogado forgot anyways! good thing he can fix it now since he's not frozen! thanks to niamh's earlier strategizing...
HE IS IN SOOOOOOOOO MUCH FREAKING DANGER RIGHT NOW.
Fogado 4/6HP rotates the team to the right.
@flaurum
The sneeze had been violent to the point of startling poor Goldmary near out of her wits. Gross. Were all solmics like this...? Afraid of a little cold? He could simply pay a visit to the academy's saunas later if need be, though they were a far cry from the hot springs of Elyos fame...
"Oh no... Yune...!"
Catastrophe!
Goldmary hadn't so much as chipped a nail but she'd allowed herself to be distracted, and a teammate had fallen... A child, even. (What was she even doing here, anyway? Not that she hadn't proven strong, with those tricky spells of hers, but still...)
A mock battlefield isn't worth the energy and stress lines that come with a bent toward vengeance. Still, with a huff, Goldmary supposes she could at least try. She doesn't exactly want to lose, so she strikes-!
Goldmary 6/6HP misses Hilda 5/5HP with Armorslayer [Roll: 6-2=4; -0HP] Hilda 5/5HP
Teeth grit. That could have been their advantage.
Maybe their was more to Pigtails than she'd been given to think. Another 'not just a pretty face,' hm?
She chews her lower chip, as distasteful a gesture though it may be.
"Nel, what do we do?"
[Boel Round 1, Battle 4] Double Digits? We can roll Double Digits, right?
Hilda beamed back at the brunette. "Thanks!" Realisation dawned on her face. "Wait, what do you mean near as lovely--"
Her opponent twirled away.
Well.
The Eagle now facing her was equally as striking, but in a completely different way. She was all dark colours and sharp lines, almost the opposite of Hilda's own style, but the effect was captivating.
Hilda 5/5HP misses Nel 5/5HP with Iron Axe [Roll: 2; -0HP] Nel 5/5HP
She once again arced her axe in a perfunctory swing that did an excellent job of slicing the air, but little else.
"Aw," she said to her teammates with a doe-eyed blink. "See, I'm useless! You guys get in there and take them out, 'kay?"
Miss Goldmary stands, sword limp in hand, utterly
m o r t i f i e d.
She had missed her swing on a man frozen still...! Please, O please-- I beg that Rosado and Hortensia didn't see--!
Wait. Get ahold of yourself, Goldmary. She is not yet beyond redemption. She calms, studies the field, nods curtly as Nel directs them once more.
"On it!"
There. The mysterious one in the mask, currently positioned across from her. She would seize the opportunity in true Elusian fashion - with flair and aplomb.
Goldmary 6/6HP critically hits Niamh 5/5HP with Armorslayer [Roll: 18; -3HP] Niamh 2/5HP
The smile she flashes as she strikes speaks to something behind her docile façade. She hasn't gotten this far just by being a pretty face!
(...Although it most certainly has not hindered her progress any.)
@chaos-named next!~
[Boel Round 1, Battle 4] Double Digits? We can roll Double Digits, right?
reaction had guided the girl's strike — little more than an instinct for self-defense. but the retaliation had struck true, crystallizing impediment across the archer and granting a critical opening. "well aimed," she speaks quickly and sharply, "but you cannot only react. consider your teammates and their strengths. think critically."
as though to demonstrate, she raises her voice to be heard by their other ally while directing herself and yune to move swiftly; "goldmary, the target is open!"
NEL rotates to the team to the RIGHT.
but in the meantime, discerning crimson does not miss the other student across from them and her half-hearted effort with her axe, her much more concerted interest in small talk. this is only practice, a game to them for sport. it is a reminder to nel herself that the stakes were low and she must therefore ' pull her punches ' as the little ones often said; these were not the fatal games she knew too well. a dragon's fangs recede.
the sooner this is decided, the sooner she may return to check on rafal, the tide of battle having diverged their courses separate for the moment.
( she can still hear him, however, not too distant. his voice carries — distinct, and ringing with a quality unlike any other. )
She does not miss the days on the battlefield, not even a little.
But given today's low-stakes... Goldmary supposes she can put in some good practice. It takes effort to look as dazzling as she on the battlefield, after all, though she makes it look as though it takes naught but a whim--
"H-hey!"
Lips press thin together as she shakes off a spell - an attack that could have been worse had she not totally been on her guard!
...ANYWAY. The goal is to look fabulous, and maybe snag a win or two, to show Rosado and Hortensia they chose the wrong house. Like, she's still rooting for them wherever they are across the field, of course but. You know.
The next attack sent her way yields as much as the first. It's only natural that her brilliance blinds her opponents, to the point it's easy as artfully stepping aside. She smiles back at Hilda. "I'll tell you later. I must say, yours is quite near as lovely."
She's being called upon, however, and so with an apologetic nod, she whirls toward her would be target, and brings her sword to bear.
Goldmary 6/6HP misses Fogado 5/6HP with Armorslayer [Roll: 2; -0HP] Fogado 5/6HP
"Ugh..." Embarrassing. Awful. She might not be able to show her face for weeks. He'd been half-frozen...! "O-oh, Fogado, slippery as ever..." Weak.
send me a ♡ and i’ll describe what i think our muses’ child would be like
[ can be in terms of appearance, personality, or both! ]
“thank you for your participation in this study,” knoll says, without preamble. something about this girl’s presence is somewhat intimidating, though he doesn’t know what it is exactly it is.
regardless, he hands her a small metal pin reading ‘ exceptional model of behavior ’ on it.
“i’m pleased to report that everyone who spoke with you reported that they’d do so again. in fact, one fellow participant said they were ‘starstruck’ after meeting you. what an odd turn of phrase.”
The verdict comes as little surprise to Goldmary, of course. She takes the pin with a pleased hum, pausing only to admire her vague reflection in its surface. Even her silhouette is dazzling. Of course she would score perfectly on a scale gauging likability.
It's only natural.
"Aw, why thank you!" She smiles, clearly delighted, before affecting surprise: "But oh my, starstruck, you say? Though it isn't my fault, I can but apologize if my mere presence has left this soul forever changed, longing after what can never be..."
Anyway.
Nailed it.
