also she’s a green unit in the game and her starting tomes are wind tomes
excuse me while i cry because of father/daughter feelings

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also she’s a green unit in the game and her starting tomes are wind tomes
excuse me while i cry because of father/daughter feelings
/ now i know i haven’t been around at all here (or anywhere) as of late so me popping up is kinda left field smh but bRUH --
THE GRIM CHILD KNOWN AS RHAJAT IS IN HEROES!?!??!
BOI I AM SHOOK
" Syalla, " its a soft, gentle call. the knowledge that there were too many birthdays that had passed that hayato wasn't there for. however, this didn't derive from the fact she was STILL his daughter — for that he passed her a bracelet, marked with a small yet charming gem. " I apologize that I wasn't there for a lot of your birthdays ... here. This is a bracelet especially from the Wind Tribe — that I hope we return to. I want everyone to see my beautiful daughter, after all. Happy Birthday. "
The reaction was subdued, a raised head upon the soft calling of her name. A greeting that was years in the making, and one that Syalla herself was looking forward to on this day. It may not seem like it was much, but there was a small curl to her lips that resembled a small smile. Recognition. And perhaps an inner excitement that she wouldn’t admit to just yet.
“Father.”
There were far too many to count… how many birthdays she has spent alone without her father there to celebrate with her. The days that he had were in times when she was still small, bright-eyed as a little girl eagerly waits for him to return to her. Eventually those long days blend together in a continuous string on monotony, and she is left to live out her days in solitude.
But now, as she turns to face her father, she is met with a gift; A bracelet that was apparently from his tribe. The Wind Tribe… a place that she knew by logic that she belonged to, but as she traced the shape of the small gem with her finger, nothing could feel more foreign to her.( The Deeprealms, polarizing as it was, were her roots. That hasn’t changed… even though she feels like it should. ) But at the same time, having a physical gift from the tribe that he held so dear, it makes the idea of the Wind Tribe more concrete in her mind.
Whatever the case may be, she’d be more than happy to spend the time there with her father. For his sake alone. And no matter how much time passes between them, she’ll just be content to spend time with him here.
“…thank you, Father. Really.”
Boxes of ichigo daifuku are set down beside her, (two!!) and a smile full of warmth and affection is aimed in her daughter's direction. "Happy Birthday! I'm s-so happy you're here with us..." Sakura cheerfully pulls her into a lingering hug, one that she does not release her from for a while. ❤
She will not lie.
Her mother was one of two reasons that she was actually looking forward to today.
Long years of spending her birthday alone has made her often wish that she could celebrate with her parents at her side. The last that she could remember them being together for today was… when she was still small, perhaps? To her, it was so long ago… She couldn’t exactly remember how old she was at the time. All that Syalla could remember was how happy she was that her mother was able to be here for her birthday. She had cherished that memory of days long past, even when she had grown.
And now that they were in the same plane of existence, ( it had still mystified her how the Deeprealms actually worked and how skewed her perception was because of it. ) Syalla had been secretly anticipating her mother’s coming for today. A deep part of her felt that long-thought-dead feeling of a child’s excitement. A foreign giddiness… even being blessed by her mere presence would mean the world to her, for it was a present in of itself.
She comes with daifuku in tow, and already she could feel the satisfaction that her sweet tooth craves. ( It’s too strong, curse it all. But she had loved it. ) But it was her smile that Syalla felt was her true gift, and for once she felt like a child again, happy to have her mother with her on her birthday. Enveloped in her warmth as she’s pulled in for a hug, Syalla gladly rests her head against her mother’s. Her eyes flutter closed, and for once, she had looked so peaceful.
“…thank you, Mother.” she replies. “…I… I’m glad too.”
It’s a modest gift consisting of one package stacked atop the other and neatly tied together with a length of twine. The smaller of the two contains a leather pouch carrying wyvern talons. Although her hexes were frowned upon by some, Syalla possesses the prince’s trust to utilize the ingredients in good faith. His offering is a testament to this. “Courtesy of Nohr’s wyvern population,” he smiles sheepishly. The second was purchased on more of a whim. Inside the box, a small wooden doll bearing great likeness to the diviner awaits her. It’s a childish thing he realizes now and she’s beyond the age of playing with toys. Dark tresses soft as silk had convinced him it was worth the coin. The figure’s quality spoke for itself. However, seeing her, he fears it too juvenile for a grown woman. Uncertainty reddens his cheeks as she looks at him curiously. It’s at this point Siegbert realizes the present is still in his possession and he’s yet to hand it over. “My apologies, Ah!- Here. Happy birthday, Syalla."
Rare enough was she “graced” by the Nohrian Prince’s presence. Their literal handful of meetings was enough to call them both acquaintances, but it was not enough for Syalla to suspect his true intentions when he came to see her with packages in tow. She had eyed Siegbert for a moment, then to the packages in his hands, then back to him, then back to the packages. What is the meaning of this? she seems to ask without so much as a word. She had found this to be quite... suspicious. For what purpose does he come with packages in hand? Does he offer himself as an assistant to her wares? That would explain the wyvern talons. ( Gods know that she had spent ages trying to get her hands on those to no avail. ) Was it to taunt her into carrying those boxes for him? No... cynical was her suspicions, but even she can admit that the thought was ludicrous. All that Syalla could do was look upon the packages in his hand curiously. Besides, it wasn’t like those boxes were actually for her, right? If it was, he would have offered them to her by now.
She notices the color rising in his cheeks as if it was timed with her thoughts, but it was what Siegbert has said afterward that keeps Syalla from sneering.
“...what?”
The boxes were for her then... it was for her birthday. How did Siegbert know about her birthday? Surely one of the other kids must have told him about it, since Syalla didn’t remember talking about the subject to him about it. ( Perhaps it was just mentioned as an off shoot comment of hers. It would explain why she couldn’t remember talking to him about it. ) Her hands wrap around the base of the bottom box before lifting it from his hands. The first, she now knew, were wyvern talons... finally. But it was the second that Syalla was curious about since Siegbert didn’t mention its contents. Placing her new talons aside, she unceremoniously proceeded to open the second box before the prince. And what she had discovered was... unexpected, to say the least.
A doll. How old did he think she was again?
Quirking an eyebrow at it, she picks up the little doll to her level with a rare delicacy to her hold. It... looked like her, once she has looked at it closely. A near replica of her. The wooden doll’s long dark tresses had echoed her own likeness, and the materials that adorned her were something that even Syalla’s own fingers can notice that it was well made. Was it custom made, she idly wonders to herself, to invoke such detail? She had outgrown the use for dolls long ago, but she isn’t cruel enough to denounce Siegbert’s effort in giving her these gifts. After all, he didn’t have to do this at all. So, she silently resolved to finding a use for little Syalla in the future.
“Awfully bold of you to come to my sanctum bearing gifts, Prince.” she finally speaks with her usual drawl. More neatly now, she gathers her gifts together in one place so that she could carry it more efficiently. Her small smile, while still resembling a wry smirk ( she really needed to work on that. ), was ever present. Its existence is an indication that Siegbert’s efforts did not go to waste. “...my thanks.”
"Happy birthday, Syalla. I've gotten you those ingredients you needed." (Shhh this is for tomorrow)
“Ufufufu ~ How quaint. You know those kinds of things didn’t have to be a birthday gift of all things.”
Ah, but she’ll not speak ill of good intentions. As they say, it was the thought that counts, and she didn’t expect hardly anyone to think of today as her birthday. Syalla supposed it was kind of… nice that Dwyer had thought as much for her sake. And she actually did need those materials for ( once in a blue moon ) divining purposes. As such, she accepts the ingredients in stride.
“…thanks for the thought, by the way” she thanked. It was almost a murmur, but from her it was a genuine sentiment.
“anyone who dares try and pull a prank on me today of all days is going to be cursed for an entire year. try me, fools.”
The Unjustifiably Long 1-Year Anniversary Post
Only 90′s kiddos will remember the Velour/ia blog I started back in February 2016. I started from the bottom in Naruto RP and was fortunate enough to join FE RP last spring. This blog has undergone siegnificant changes over time and I couldn’t be more pleased with it. Some of you may recall my previous urls such as siegnificant ™ or even noblcst if you’ve been stuck in FE14 hell for a while.
I’m grateful for the ways in which maintaining his blog has pushed me to improve my writing. I created this account very inexperienced and unfamiliar with the RP community in general. And this is why I so appreciate those that stayed with me as Siegbert and I both grew. I never expected any of the attention I’ve gotten over here. No experience is free of setbacks, but I can wholeheartedly attest to the positive reception and unwavering support that I have received. My activity has fluctuated in the past few months. But your patience is much appreciated.
I wish I could express even a fraction of the gratitude and love I feel towards the many faces of this community. I hope to get to know even more of you during my stay on this blog. And I wish you all the best. Rping may be just a hobby, but there’s something admirable about exactly how much effort goes into a portrayal. Your time and effort are valuable. It’s hard not to become invested into anything you’ve devoted yourself into. Your finely tuned portrayals of beloved (and some not so beloved) fictional characters do not go unnoticed. Rping isn’t just a void. You’ve touched the people behind the screen by simply interacting with them through praises and constructive criticisms alike. I want all of you to know that you matter.
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/ if u don’t think i’m going to be around tomorrow for syalla’s birthday then boi do i have news for u --
fcrgetmenct:
ginrou:
I absolutely love ships where one character is usually serious and distant, but when they talk to that one person, their voice turns soft and gentle and is suddenly filled with fondness that they don’t show to anyone else.
invisiblemanda:
I love battle couples ok.
Fighting side by side. Trusting each other completely. Trying to protect each other. Casual banter in the middle of a fight. Their teamwork. Sparring each other to keep their skills sharp. Getting uncontrollably angry if the other gets hurt. Kissing each other when they’re victorious.
I seriously have a thing for battle couples.
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tell wish about ur ships / would you ship our muses?
Ahh, yes! Another one that I would be fine with either way! Let them be lone wolves together and sit quietly in their corner while they idly judge people. Let Syalla actually appreciate Dwyer’s butlering and how good he actually is at his job. Let them just sit in comfortable silence. Let Dwyer nap somewhere and Syalla lets him sleep, or at least do him a solid and let him sleep somewhere comfortable because sometimes it can be like Dwyer wtf why are you sleeping on a concrete floor love yourself –
Somebody being mean to her mother more like someone’s gonna get CURSED --
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tell wish about ur ships / would you ship our muses?
ey pretty dragon lady lemme just swoop in here and whisper in ur ear one mo’ –
But seriously, yo. Yo, I totally would be cool with either option let’s be real here. I loved their original support in the jpn version because it focused more on Syalla’s other traits and had them just being girls and interacting with each other positively, and I usually think that if given the chance to actually develop beyond what was given, it can be a worthwhile relationship either way? Syalla already admires Kamui greatly because she saved her life twice, and she sees that they are fated to be connected in some shape or form. Her initial interactions with her at the start are, let’s face it, really, really creepy and wrong. ( Please don’t follow her example here, kids. This is not how you gain your affections. ) But, she actually can learn to break out of that habit and stop. Because Kamui is her hero and can actually become her friend/lover and she deserves better from her regardless so she does the right thing and stops. And she learns and makes the effort to interact with her in a positive way and it’s gr8 hell ye.
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Send ❤ if you would ship our muses romantically. Send ♀ if you would ship our muses sexually. Send ツ if you would ship our muses platonically. Send ♠ if you would ship our muses as enemies.
can you believe i established 23 days ago??? like wow, i’ve gotten a lot more done on here than i could ever imagine!!! & IT’S ALL THANKS TO YOU GUYS!!! thank you so much for every- one’s support & for taking interest in my dumb little self ,,, i’ve been blessed by all of you.
LISTED BELOW THE READ MORE are simply people that i’ve spoken with & have given me a lot of hope when it comes to bringing kamui even farther!!! ( no particular order )
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