Hi, you can call me Ava. Using this space for keeping track of everything afkj. Please mind the low quality screenshots, I don't want my phone burning up lol
It was great at first and I've had a ton of fun, so thank you to each and every last one of you who made me feel at home and brought smiles to my face, I'm greatful! Seriously, it got me through a lot..
I just don't have that same burning passion that I used to, as the days flew by, for the game itself, so I'm calling it quits. Lots of personal stuff too, but I gave it a bit of time to see if my interest would pick up again, and it just hasn't. Alas, maybe I'll return, but I don't wanna force myself and i dont see it happening ngl.
Anyways, im doing good, so no needa worry! I hope y'all have been taking care too! I'm not leaving tumblr, and I'm definitely still gonna interact (albeit at my own pace) even if I don't know what's going on, cause the love for y'all is still going strong as ever! So yeah, this tumblr is probably gonna end up in the same boat as the beautiful fleeting moment that the game was, to me.
I'm going back to my main tumblr account that I took a hiatus from till now, @sharuk28 if anyone's curious.
So yeah, see y'all around, and take care of yourselves too! I love y'all to bits <3
After saying goodbye to Evgeny, Ciara and the two hamster familiars returned to the Mystical House.
Almost immediately, Ciara excused herself and went straight into her room, closing the door shut, even locking it. She sat on the desk, deep in thought about the encounter with the Graveborn girl named Briar.
“Briar… that girl is so strange.” Ciara thought to herself. “She was… distressed? And what did Lord Ludovic mean when he said it was a cruel coincidence?”
The woman looked in the mirror, taking in the appearance that she took in as a disguise. It was not too much different from her true form, the form that she guessed she had hidden for as long as she had been like that. After all, before she went to the Duchy of Whiteridge… who wouldn’t fear and hate a Graveborn?
She stared at the reflection for a long while, until someone knocked at the door.
“Magister Ciara? Are you okay?” It was Chippy’s voice.
The woman in glasses immediately snapped out of her trance and opened the door. Both of her hamster familiars were there, with a worried look on their faces.
“I’m fine, don’t worry too much.” She made no attempt to smile, but that didn’t seem to raise more concern for the hamsters. For her face always looked like she was in a bad mood, with a pair of sharp, cold eyes that seemed to pierce one’s soul.
“You have locked yourself in your room for an hour without any explanation.” Hammie spoke up. “Is everything alright, Ciara? You have been… acting a bit strange since you learned about Briar.”
“I’m fine, trust me. Maybe I’m just a bit too captivated by her music, who knows.” The woman’s voice didn’t even waver. “Let’s go outside. We still have a lot of time before night falls again.”
* * *
The snow was rather heavy that night. Everyone in the Mystical House was sound asleep, warm and comfortable next to the fireplace, except for Ciara. She stood on the balcony, looking at the countless snowflakes falling in the sky. Hammie was right, she was acting a bit different than usual after knowing about the Graveborn violinist whose outfit was clad with roses… roses, huh.
“Ciara, look what I got you! A rose plant!”
“...Rose? Why?”
“You said you loved roses, after all! So I thought, why don’t I get you a pot?”
“I said so?”
“Oh, right, you’ve lost your memories… but do you still find these beautiful and alluring?”
“...My apologies. I… don’t find them alluring anymore. But I truly appreciate the gesture, thank you. I will take good care of it.”
The conversation ran through her mind, and she recalled what Valka had said about why Briar wore roses on her outfit. There was more to this girl than it looked, and that only made the woman with glasses more curious and determined to find out the truth.
Without a second thought, she put on a cloak, and jumped off the balcony with ease, as she walked towards a certain direction, one that her intuition was telling her to.
* * *
In the middle of a cemetery, stood Briar, with her unmistakable dress, its hem decorated with many white roses. She was in front of a grave, a well-kept grave, without a single speck of dirt. The girl just stood there, unmoving, amidst the heavy snow.
“Mother…” She murmured, her voice soft and calm, but there seemed to be a myriad of emotions hidden behind that calm exterior. “Please, tell me this is just a cruel joke of the world…”
She stood there for a while longer, before speaking up again, with a voice even softer than before. “That woman… She looks too much like you, mother. I know she can’t be you, for you had passed away for too long, but… I couldn’t help it. That face, your face, how can I ever forget? Even if she looks younger, even if her eyes are of a different colour, how can I ever mistake those facial features, that were clearly yours?”
Tears streamed down her face, falling into the snowy ground below. And yet… her expression remained rather unchanging.
Suddenly, a faint noise could be heard from afar. A sound that was not natural, probably coming from a human. And, without even a second of hesitation, the girl immediately disappeared into thin air, leaving the cemetery in silence once again.
Just as Briar left, somewhere in a corner, Ciara dropped the branch that she just snapped in half to the ground, then stepped forward to the cemetery. She stopped at the tombstone that Briar had stood in front of, and the epitaph caught her eyes…
“Mrs. Hepburn. Passed away at the age of 50.
May her magic stay in this world forever.”
* * *
Ciara returned to the Mystical House through the balcony, as quietly as how she left during the night. Truth be told, she never expected herself to be able to watch Briar for long enough, without getting caught, given how perceptive and cautious the girl seemed to be. How peculiar, she thought. She always had a remarkable talent for stealth, but this went too well. As if… there must have been something that allowed her to do so. Something that seemed to be other than the fact that she was secretly a Graveborn.
The woman pondered for a long while, then something caught her eye - a bag that she had not opened since the day she lost her memories. Chippy and Hammie said that she had kept that bag for as long as they remembered, claiming that these were the memories that she held dear. Maybe there could be something worth noting in there, about her past at least. There was no guarantee that it could help her to solve the question in her mind, but knowing more of her past would be a good thing.
With that thought out, Ciara approached the bag, and opened it. Nothing much - just a few magical tomes, some small trinkets of the past that she had no recollection of, and… a large and thick journal, with many sheets of loose paper inside - everything had signs of preservation magic on it. The journal immediately caught her eyes, so she took it out, and started reading through it.
The first thing she saw in the journal was a sketch portrait of a man, seemingly a noble, bearing a pair of gentle eyes, a stark contrast to her sharp ones. She carefully observed the man in the sketch for a while more, before continuing with the sheets of loose paper tucked in the journal, one by one.
* * *
“My dear wife,
I know we live together, but sometimes I just want to convey my words through letters. Just like how I always love writing poems.
You are indeed right, the roses in our garden seem to bloom so vibrantly and brightly this year. Not only them, but the wild rose bushes outside our estate also have bloomed so vibrantly too. I have never seen such vitality coming from them, it’s as if someone had casted magic onto them. And I trust you, my dear wife, that you have nothing to do with this. Because if it had been you, I would have known immediately.
Do you think the same as what I am thinking? This must be Dura’s blessing, to bestow the baby you are carrying with something remarkable. I don’t know what that is, but I sure know that I would love our child just as much as I love you, wholly, truly, with every fibre of my being.
Speaking of which, I have thought of this name, that seems to suit the baby well. A name that I’m sure you will love, and can be used regardless of whether the child is a boy or a girl.
You know me well, my dear wife, I would not leave the name here. Once you read this letter, come to me, I will tell you later.
Yours truly,
Your husband.”
* * *
“My dear wife,
I have never seen our little rose so happy before. The way her eyes lit up upon opening her present… I have never seen that look before. And here I thought she had been happy enough when she was playing in the rose garden.
Our little rose seems to have a fascination with the violin, as your sharp eyes have already noticed a long time ago. I, too, can see how she perks up when the violins start to play in the performance, how her gaze lingers more on the instrument than others, when she sees the images of it. She’s drawn to it, like a moth to the flame… ah, it might not be the right words, but I don’t want to rewrite the letter, so I’ll leave it like this then. And it seems like our decision to buy her a violin was correct.
She doesn’t seem to be a natural at the instrument, it seems. But yet, I could see the determination in her eyes when she learned to play. Her eyes are blue, and according to you, they are as gentle as mine, but I could see a glimpse of the sharpness from yours, when she was determined to play a note right. She wants to become the best violinist ever, and even though it would be a hard journey, I know that I will always support her like you do. I can already imagine a future, when our little rose can stand on stage and play the most beautiful tunes ever.
Although, I have to admit, sometimes I’m a bit concerned, too. Her determination seems to be too strong, and I’m afraid it could be a problem in the future. Like you say, my love, we should keep a closer eye on her, just to make sure she would take good care of herself.
Yours truly.”
* * *
“It’s so cold here, in the Duchy of Whiteridge, isn’t it? It’s even colder than our little rose’s body, when we found her lying on the ground a year ago. This place is always covered in snow, yet a few months ago, you still suggested that we move here. Still, your powerful magic has kept our new home warm and let roses grow again, just like when we were back in our hometown.
I have to admit to you, my dear wife, that I still haven’t gotten used to it - the green glow from our little rose’s eyes, the sight of her deathly pale skin, and the fact that her hair has turned into the colour that isn’t yours anymore. The way that I came down to the study room at night, to see those green orbs flickering at the pages of paper… It hurts me dearly, to know that the girl living with us is no longer alive, and she will stay like this forever, witnessing the death of everyone she loves, seeing the world change, while she remains stagnant.
Ever since the day we moved here, our little rose has never left her room, except at late night, when she comes down to the study room, or walks around the garden. Even after her demise, she has never stopped her pursuit of the violin, and I can hear it too, her skills have gotten better and better. But it’s such a pity, for she will never be able to play on stage like she once dreamed anymore, given her current… state.
And you too, my dear, you have been burying yourself in those magical tomes for longer than usual, trying to find ways to improve your spells, doing everything in your abilities to help our little rose. I know you want to help her even after the day we die, but… don’t overwork yourself, would you? I don’t want you to meet the same fate as our little rose, after all.
Take some rest, my beloved wife. Please take care of yourself.”
* * *
Those were just three of the many letters that were in the journal, the ones that Ciara found the most intriguing. According to the letters, she had a husband who loved her dearly, and a daughter, who had passed away too young from overworking. For a reason that seemed to be her husband’s preference, no name was mentioned in any of the letters, not hers, not his, not their daughter’s.
She knew that Ciara was her real name, however. Not because she remembered, but because the first thing she found after she realized she had lost her memory was a piece of paper in her pocket, stating her real name in case she ever forgot, but just her given name, not her family name.
It didn’t take long for the woman in glasses to piece together the clues. Two parents who loved roses, and a daughter who loved the violin, who moved into the Duchy of Whiteridge after the daughter’s demise, and the mother used magic to keep their house warm enough for the roses to grow. The story was too similar to that one she had heard recently.
“Briar wasn’t born in the Duchy of Whiteridge. She became a Graveborn before she moved here along with her family, who were still alive back then. Being a Graveborn, she doesn’t feel the need to switch her clothes to warmer ones.”
“What about the fresh rose? It’s not made of magic, and it’s not enchanted with preservation magic either.”
“You may not believe it, but Briar grows roses in her home.”
“How is that possible? Roses can’t grow in this cold weather!”
“Her house is enchanted with some sort of permanent magic that makes the place suitable for growing roses all year round.”
“That’s some really serious magic going on! Briar must be a really powerful mage!”
“She said that it was her mother’s doing. Her parents loved roses back then, and that grew onto her, too. She wears roses on her attire to always remember them.”
* * *
“Oh, Lady Ciara, I didn’t expect you to come to the Everstill Manor at this hour. Alone, even.” The butler candelabra, Václav, greeted the mage. “Is there something urgent that has brought you here?”
“It’s not anything urgent, but I want to talk to Lord Ludovic in private. Is he free right now?”
“Yes, you came at just the right time. Please come in, I will inform His Lordship immediately.”
Ciara had always been the patient type, but for some reason, she found herself pacing back and forth, while waiting for the Graveborn Viscount to come to the front hall. Maybe the newfound truth had left her more than eager to know more, or to be more precise, to verify it.
And after a while, Ludovic finally came down to the front hall, his steps as graceful as ever.
“Greetings, Your Lordship.” The woman greeted, bowing her head in a polite manner.
“Greetings.” The Graveborn paused for a second. “Judging from your face alone, you have discovered something about what happened before, correct?”
“Yes, indeed. And I would be honored, if you can help me.”
“Well then, I assume that you don’t need me to explain further? Pray tell, how do you wish to be assisted?”
“...I wish to meet Briar. I want to hear her words on this matter, to confirm the last doubt that I have in the truth laid bare in front of my eyes.”
Ludovic’s face became more stern for a second, but it was fleeting. Just as his expression returned to normal, he turned to the entrance of the manor, gesturing to Ciara to follow him.
The two walked a long road, until they came to a place unknown to almost everyone. And finally, they stopped in front of a house, surrounded by rose bushes, a sight completely impossible for the cold weather of the Duchy of Whiteridge, if it hadn’t been for the use of magic. The air around the house was warm, truly a stark contrast to the freezing cold just a few meters further from it.
Behind the overgrown wild rose bushes, stood a house, its walls taken over by creeping vines. Surrounding it was a large garden with many types of roses of many colours, its scent evident in the air, yet pleasant to take in. Even though it was hard to see due to the night, the garden was still clearly lush and beautiful, as if proper care was there, but the overgrown state of the rose bushes was a rather peculiar sight, given how people would usually prune their plants to ensure a pretty shape.
“Briar prefers the beauty of overgrown plants to the carefully pruned ones.” Ludovic spoke up, as if he could tell what was going on in Ciara’s mind. “This is where she lives. This house was enchanted with magic from her late mother.”
He then walked towards the gate, where lay a few candles, then turned back to the woman wearing glasses behind him.
“I can’t guarantee that you will get the answer you seek, for Briar is difficult to open up.” He said. “Please refrain from saying anything that will potentially distress her even further. Meanwhile, I will try to convince her, should she try to leave.”
With the words spoken out, Ludovic lit the candles on the gate in a specific order. The flame glowed with a green hue, its light flickered against the night sky.
A few seconds later, the candles died down, as the gate opened, all on their own, as if inviting them inside.
“Come.”
He gestured, then walked towards the gate, stepping deeper into the garden, to the magically preserved house in front of them. The woman with glasses followed closely behind, her eyes scanning the surroundings carefully, taking up the details, as if she was trying to recall the past. A faint violin sound could be heard from inside the house, but it came to an abrupt stop, as they walked closer to the house itself.
Ludovic opened the front door of the house, then closed it after the both of them had entered the place. His steps were slow and careful, as he led Ciara deeper into the place. And just as they entered the living room, they were greeted with the current owner of the place - Briar herself.
“My Lord.” She spoke up, her voice as soft as a gentle breeze yet flat in tone, her expression still rather unreadable. “Please, tell me you have a good reason to bring… her here.”
“I do, in fact.” Ludovic replied. “She wishes to have a word with you.”
Briar stayed silent, looking at the Graveborn guy in front of her, then glanced at the woman standing nearby for just a second. It was hard to tell what was in her head, and yet, the Viscount seemed to read her with ease.
“Ciara has saved Cedartown, along with Valka. She will not harm you, I promise.”
“...I know, but… nevermind.” She paused, then turned towards the mage, but only for a brief moment, before returning to her friend. “Please, have a seat first, both of you.”
The three of them sat down around the tea table in the living room. The air wasn’t so comfortable for some reason, despite the rather neutral expression of all of them.
“Tell me, what do you want to say, Magister? Please be brief. I don’t have time.”
Briar was the one who broke the uncomfortable silence. The claim that she didn’t have time, was a blatant lie, yet nobody pointed it out. She was a Graveborn, after all, and a Graveborn would always have time on their hands.
“I will cut to the chase, then. Before that, I apologize if this meeting is too abrupt. I do not intend to make you feel uncomfortable in any way.”
“It’s alright. Please continue.”
“How should I put this… Tell me about your past, Briar.”
Briar’s fingers pinched the transparent fabric layer at the end of her sleeves lightly, right where her hand was resting at. It was such a subtle gesture that it was barely noticeable, yet it caught Ludovic’s attention almost immediately.
“My… past?” She tilted her head a little. “Which… part of my past would you like to know?”
“Back when you were alive. If you don’t mind me asking, of course.”
“It’s okay, I don’t mind.” Briar looked away for a second, before she continued. “Now, where would you like me to begin?”
“Your fascination with the violin, if you may.”
“It… came naturally to me. I’ve loved the instrument from the first time I had my eyes on it. When I was alive, I had always dreamed of being a great violinist, after all.”
Briar looked down onto her hands, as she finished her answer.
“I see.”
Ciara nodded at the answer. One of her hands reached up to her face, her index finger curling, her knuckle pushing up to fix her glasses. Immediately, Briar diverted her gaze towards the mage, lingering for a moment, until she put her hand down. She then blinked, as if trying to catch herself, then looked back to her hands.
“Well then… I believe you still have… other questions?” She asked with a tinge of hesitation in her voice.
Ludovic, who had been quiet for the time being, exhaled slowly. “Briar, if it’s too much, you can—”
“It’s okay, my Lord. I’m fine.” She spoke in a calm tone, but the calm was… almost too measured. She then turned towards the other woman, yet still avoided eye contact. “Ask away, Magister. I’ll… try to answer your questions.”
“...I heard that the warm temperature around your house was your mother’s doing.” Ciara took a deep breath, as she chose her words carefully. “I apologize if it's too much to ask, but… may I know more about your mother?”
This time, she was greeted with a silence that lasted more than necessary. Briar’s hands, which were fidgeting with the ends of her sleeves, clenched tightly, the fabric crumpled upon the tight grip.
The candlelight on the table flickered, its green glow casting shadows across the room. Ludovic turned towards Briar, then to Ciara, his eyebrows furrowed slightly. Ciara also returned the gaze, her eyes then flickered between the two Graveborn in front of her, as if she was asking for help.
The silence lingered for even longer. Briar’s glowing green eyes never left her hands, the wavy strands of her hair obscured the sides of her face.
“Briar—” Ludovic spoke up, his voice laced with a hint of concern.
“I said I’m fine.” Her voice came out too quickly, before she realized how… forceful she had been. “Ah… my apologies.”
It took Ciara a while to speak up, as she, too, had noticed how the air was filled with tension.
“...she must have been a powerful mage, for her spells to last for so long.” She spoke, as if she had forgotten, that she was a mage herself. The strongest mage of Esperia even.
Briar didn’t reply. Her lips parted slightly, as if she was trying to say something, but nothing came out of her mouth. She closed them again, pressing them into a thin line.
A moment passed, before that soft voice finally rang again.
“My apologies. I just remembered, I have matters to attend to.” She immediately rose from her seat in one motion, without even a warning. “Please forgive me.”
She then closed her eyes, her lips parted, and a soft murmur could be heard coming from her lips. A spell, perhaps.
But before she could even finish chanting the spell, a hand caught her wrist. A gentle grip, enough to interrupt her.
“Briar.” Ludovic’s voice was low and steady, a single call of her name, as he stood up.
“Let me go.” She muttered, and tried to retract her hand, but it didn’t help. The guy didn’t move at all, his hand still grabbing her wrist.
“...please.” Her tone became more quiet, like a whisper. “It’s not worth caring for me. If I had—”
A pause.
“If I had listened to her, to them… I could have lived. If it hadn't been for me, she could have stayed in this world for a bit longer…” Her breath hitched in her throat.
Silence.
“You’re always like this.” He let out a sigh. “Always running away, always refusing to accept help…”
“But… I don’t deserve to be cared for. Everything - it’s all the price I have to pay. This is what I deserve.”
“No, you do not deserve to suffer alone like this.” He shook his head. “She wouldn’t blame you like you do to yourself, and she wouldn’t think you deserve this either.”
Another flicker of the candlelight.
“She loved you.” Ludovic continued. “And that wouldn’t change, just because you passed away too soon.”
Briar opened her mouth, but nothing came out of it. Her lips, once again, pressed together into a thin line.
Her shoulders trembled lightly, as she looked down.
“Briar.” His hand slid down further, to hold her hand, his fingers intertwined with her. “Look at me, would you? You are not suffering alone anymore. You have me.”
She didn’t reply.
But a tear fell down from her eyes.
Another. Then another. Then many others.
Her crying was… so quiet. Not even an audible breath. Yet those tears were visible, those glistening drops, reflecting the green candlelight, before falling onto the ground.
Ludovic let go of her hand, as he slowly pulled her closer, into a tender embrace.
“It’s okay.” He whispered. “Let it all out. I’m here, now, and always.”
Ciara silently watched, unmoving, as if she didn’t want to ruin the moment.
And after what seemed like an eternity, Briar finally pulled away, the back of her hand wiping away the last remnant of the tears on her face.
“...I’m sorry that you have to see this.” She whispered.
“Please don’t be.” Ludovic shook his head. “You’ve been holding it in for centuries. It’s okay to let it all out.”
Briar took a deep breath, then exhaled, her voice still a little hoarse, but it seemed more… natural.
“I guess… we can continue our previous conversation.”
I was so invested I didn't even realise I too had a tear run down my cheek by the end I...
Damn it I have a love-hate relationship with briar dad not writing down details like names and stuff ahhhhh 🫠
Half expecting Ciara to dispels her disguise fully when she adjusted her glasses 😭
Ludovic dear, you are a gem I'm so glad briar has you ndhdhdjj ❤️
Chippy and Hammie checking on the magister has me thinking they went to check on her again, or Dolly this time, after she jumped out the window, but they just assume she's still locked in there wanting to be alone oof. Poor guys are worrying and don't even know what's up ;v;
Václav my beloved?..
As you can see my emotions and thoughts are all over the place xD phenomenal works eles, I hope you know I'll be sobbing in a corner waiting eagerly for part 3 😭
So so sooo many thoughts ahhh I just want them all to be happy hdhdhdjkdhsu
Okay, so not necessarily going back to full swinging the tumblr stuff, buuuut I am more free this semester than usual and ima indulge myself more with everything I've been procrastinating (hopefully, finally) I'm behind on a ton, but Ima be nice to myself about it and still go easy. Sorry for dissappearing hear and there, just taking care of myself is all :3
@magister-avalon You requested a fluffy domestic scene with Mirael and Fem!Merlin~ It may be short but it is tooth rotting fluff. Also I am weak for palm kisses, they are just oh~
“I never thought I would be this lucky.” Mirael spoke.
Curled up next to Merlin, who was resting her head on her shoulder. Thoroughly enjoying the warmth that the fire mage naturally produced. Looking up at her words, a gentle smile crossed her face.
“We’re both lucky then.” Merlin said.
Raising her hand before placing it on Mirael’s cheek. A happy hum leaving the fire mage as she put her hand over Merlin’s own. So many years they had been apart. So many times she had approached Merlin, only to realize the mage didn’t recognize her. Yet, this time, she did recognize her.
More than that, she had come back to her.
A soft sigh left Mirael as she brought Merlin’s hand to her mouth. Pressing a kiss to her palm, before holding her hand. Closing her eyes, Mirael savored this moment. Shifting on the couch so that Merlin’s back was to her chest. Hugging her close as she rested her head on her shoulder.
“What is this?” Mirael asked, fingers grazing the book.
“A book on magical theory.” A short laugh left Merlin. “Dry enough to be used as kindling.”
A small flame appeared in Mirael’s hand, a mischievous giggle leaving her. “Want me to?”
“Don’t you dare!” Merlin lightly scolded, holding the book out of reach.
Laughing as she pulled Merlin close, hugging her tight. Content. She felt content in this moment. She was here with her beloved, in their house. No one needed her in this moment. It was just them.
Just Mirael and Merlin cuddling on the couch, not focusing on any adventure or problem. All that mattered in this moment was that they were together.
Words can't begin to describe just how badly I needed to read this ndhdhdh Thank you so much for this bipp! I love every thought and emotion of every sentence in this, and I'll be coming back to this fairly often, I hope you know! <3
The violin sound came to an abrupt stop, as Briar sensed your presence. She shifted her playing position a little, about to cast her signature teleportation spell, but then, she saw something in your expression.
"What are you doing here?" She spoke up, her voice as soft as a gentle breeze, yet... flat.
Her face was calm. Too calm, even. But yet, her eyes showed a vigilance that betrayed her stoic exterior.
I want to create a Merlin too, just because I came up with ideas.
This should be her appearance, about 70% accurate. She actually has black hair with brown tips in my design.
And this is her true form:
A Graveborn who looks like a 50-year-old woman. Her disguise was based on her human, maiden years that she imagined out, although with some tweaks. She originally had black eyes, but her eyes in the disguise are blue instead.
Her lore:
Ciara disguise varies over time, to mimic a mortal for as much as she could. She would change her identity every once in a while to avoid suspicion.
During her mortal life, Ciara had already been a powerful mage. She met and fell in love with a noble, and they both had a daughter. Sadly, the daughter passed away too soon, and they didn’t have any other children after that. Ciara then passed away at the age of 50-something, about roughly 15 years after her daughter’s demise. After death, she returned as a Graveborn, but decided to leave because she realized how long she had passed away, leading a wandering life, forever in disguise. She later got the title of Merlin at some point.
Ciara kept the memories of her long deceased husband and daughter dearly, until she lost her memories, that now she didn’t even have a clue. She had a small sketch of her long deceased husband that she always kept with her. She no longer remembered, but she knew he was someone she loved dearly. As for her daughter, well, she only knew she had one, but that’s all about it. Thanks to the amnesia, she no longer remembered the daughter’s name, or appearance.
There is a piece of sheet music in Ciara’s personal belongings. Worn and tattered, nobody could recognize which song that was.
Her personality:
Ciara is mature, but she can be quite grumpy too, like your average middle aged woman. She especially hates bright light and loud noises. She reads and researches a lot. Knows gravecalling magic, obviously, but never uses it.
Ciara loved roses before she lost her memories, but now she doesn't find them as alluring as before anymore, thanks to the amnesia itself.
She has an incredible knack for stealth and stalking, being able to stalk even the overly cautious Briar whose senses are incredibly sharp (well, part of how she succeeded was because she is a Graveborn, but that counts). She also knows a lot of things, mostly useless stuff that nobody cares about.
Relationship with other characters:
(To be added because I want people to theorize on her first.)
Hello?!? Loreeeee!!! I didn't think my brain juices would be so stimulated so fast but I can't help it when you cook xD
Okay, my freshly squeezed thoughts and guesses;
I wanna start with what stuck out the most to me, that being the sheet music, which reminds me of a certain violinist with a similar tendency of wandering..
Her, keeping the sheet music as well as the sketch even after forgetting, tells me she's sentimental and caring, and this tied in with her either age related or just tired look under her eyes, tells me that she's the kind holding on to her emotions, even if they hurt, even if it's easier to let go.. I think she's the kind to value feelings over facts, at least that's my current stance.
Her glasses also stick out to me. I wonder if she's just incredibly serious with disguises considering her eyes, black, green, then blue are plenty of change already, and her being merlin has me wonder if she needs the glasses, though it does fit her vibe regardless lol.
Also, a graveborn merlin is an interesting thought.. I wonder if the public knows, and I wonder the thoughts of those who do know. Curious on her direction being a graveborn merlin, having the ability to attempt spearheading something, but also I'm wondering if she's an avoidant or not, and how her personality meshes with her title.
There's also her nobleman husband.. I'm curious if there'll be any interactions down the line since there's still a possibility he's alive?
Thinking about Dolly, Chippy and hamie too, if your merlin follows that canon.
Also, her disguise seems very noble? I wonder if even though she forgot, if the habits formed over her 50 or so years still stick with her and her preferences to things. I'm also curious if she's skilled in music or not, and I wonder about the differences before and after.
Also thinking about the amnesia, if it's the usual graveborn amnesiathat happens in time, or if it's different, or mayhaps something else in addition?
So many questions, so many thoughts! But i wanna see where this goes if it does go anywhere!
So uhh.. I finally finished the starter story and maybe I'm taking too much time cause I was able to speedrun this with my meme ass using tank hewynn! XD
