The Quiet One

Hey petit bébé il faudra se taire Oui même si Papa frappe ta mère Ben il faudra s'y fai-ai-re

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[ridleydaisy]

[nyarieflint]

aurora-fiondaughter:

Controlling the urge to roll her eyes, she offers a sweet smile instead. “I’m sure it is, they are so much stronger than I.” That was true, if you were to focus on the physical aspects of them, but Aurora’s brain and will was much stronger than that of her family. Aurora chose this moment to allow tears to spring to her eyes, a trick she’d picked up as a child. A few tears, and she always got her way. “I do pray for my family during this hard time, and I pray for yours.” she replies, making it sound sincere, when really it was anything but.

"They'll be alright, I'm sure of it," Nyarie replied with a small smile. The girl next to her was seemingly overcome by her emotions and despite her discomfort in the situation, Nyarie would do her best to assist her. "They must be used to the storms, are they not?" Her stutter was nowhere to be found, simply because she didn't want the other girl to think that perhaps there was doubt to be found.

[nyarieflint]

so far from home - a playlist

.01 Speed of Sound {Coldplay} | .02 Ain't No Mountain High Enough {Marvin Gaye & Tammi Terrell} | .03 Blinding {Florence + The Machine} | .04 Outlines {Sleeping at Last} | .05 Broken Girl {Matthew West} | .06 It's for you {The Fray} | .07 I Wan'na Be Like You {Louis Prima & Phil Harris & Bruce Reitherman} | .08 Human {Christina Perri}

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[nyarieflint]

jaime-parthasson:

In other circumstances they could have been suitable companions— he’d never liked smalltalk past what he needed to know, and she clearly wasn’t one to give it unless asked. But in this case, he was truly curious, though he would never admit his desires to learn more about the Highlands. Despite the uncivilized lot which made their homes there, the lands beyond Arvos were still part of a kingdom which he hoped someday to be in charge of. “Land of sheep and cows,” he cracked a smile. “If you had bees it would be milk and honey instead of milk and wool.” 

They passed a boy who was sleeping on his post besides an open window, which had been broken by the winds. Striding past Nyarie, Jaime grabbed the boy by the scruff of his uniform, hauling him away from the wall. “What are you doing?” he hissed as the youth woke up with a startled yelp. “I told you to fix the window, not take a nap.” Roughing releasing the collar, he nodded for the girl to go ahead. “Turn left at the next hallway, milady.” Subconsciously, his voice had become softer when speaking to her. “I have a rascal to deal with. Go ahead and get to lessons.” 

Jaime seemed to know more about Aethel than she expected for someone who seemed to look down upon Lowlanders. It seemed the Academy was full of surprises and the people within it as well. The way he described it made Nyarie picture sheep with soft and plush wool and healthy cows that were always able to produce milk. Instead, her family took care of sickly cows whose milk was almost as thin as them and sheep who had more bristles on their back than usable wool. At the thought, she hoped that her father was sober enough to take care of the animals to get at least some money from them to feed the children. 

Jaime's harsh voice woke her from her reverie and immediately Nyarie saw her father before her instead of the guard shaking the boy's collar. The anger and disappointment behind his words were all too familiar and the kindness he showed her a few moments ago was completely overshadowed. A short, stuttered thank you was all Nyarie was able to get out before picking up her skirts to make her way to class, glancing back only once to make sure that the poor guard was alright.

[nyarieflint]

aurora-fiondaughter:

"Blizzards, they truly are dreadful things. I must confess my relief that I am here and not there, for a blizzard would certainly make me fall ill. The cold gets to my bones quicker than the other Aleskians."

Nyarie and the rest of the girls and guards at the Academy had only just received news on what their homes are like after their departure. Aethel's leader is possibly on his deathbed and nobody else had news much better. One of the girls stood next to Nyarie began to speak and it seemed as though her words were directed towards the young girl.

"I am sure it is a relief for your family as well," she replied quietly and in a hushed tone though with a warmth and sincerity to her words.

[nyarieflint]

Nyarie Flint // Moodboard

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[nyarieflint]

jaime-parthasson:

"Nyarie," he repeated skeptically. "Interesting name. Where are you from?" Despite his arrogant, flat tone, he was slightly curious. A requirement for the First General of Aelos was to know the terrain of the kingdom from east to wide, north to south, and this was the first time he had ever set foot out of the Lowlands. Jaime supposed that despite their uncultured ways and failure to retain information in those thick noggins of theirs, the Highlanders were still Aelosians and it would be his duty to look out for their welfare alongside that of the Lowlanders. He had excellent peripheral vision though, and saw that the question made her uneasy, as if she hadn’t be expecting to speak or answer any questions. Too bad for her.

When she smiled though— she was much prettier, not looking so worried or timid; he could almost envision her in glittering ballgowns like the nobles back home. The sound of her laugh echoed throughout the hall pleasantly, filling the cold with a bit of warmth. Warmth that Jaime had never had. “You should do that more. Laugh. Smile.”

With each question, Jaime appeared unmoved and uninterested yet after each was answered another followed suit. The way he ran her name over his tongue suggested that it was unlike any other he had heard and perhaps one he found displeasing. "Aethel." The simple answer was followed shortly by a small smile in response. It was obvious to where Jaime was from, the way he looked at her as though she was beneath him was enough evidence.

When he spoke again, the guard's voice was without the arrogance and the sharp undertone of an unseen threat. It was almost... kind. That same kindness caught Nyarie off guard and her cheeks flushed slightly, unsure of how to respond to such a comment.

[ryca-of-aethel-deactivated20140]

Ryca was proud of her, proud of them. How many weeks ago were they both catering to other people’s needs only seeing a long and dreary future? Now they were being educated, Ryca was having her dreams fufilled and Nyarie seemed to stand straighter and look happier. Nyarie was possibly the purest person Ryca had ever met and merely for that reason was why she was so happy to have her as a friend. Still she wanted her questions answered. “I take it a tutor noticed? Was it hard stopping?”Nyarie’s book was a bit lighter than hers but Ryca didn’t mind. Information was information. Her eyes gleamed over the cover, struggling a bit with the title. She flipped through the pages, feeling every single one. It had become her new regime with the paper.She had hoped that now without the duties and chores, she and her blonde friend could bond more. “Are you doing anything right now? I wanted us to go and check out the gardens. Last time I went there I met a boy from the Cliffs.” Adding the extra information just for oomph.

Ryca believed her for it showed in her features. While it had never dawned on her to choose who she would want to be queen. The Aethelisian girl realized that no one deserved it as much as Nyarie Flint. “Good, because you’ll need all of this when I’m calling you Queen one day.” A soft smile edged on her lips as she walked slowly keeping her footsteps so they matched Nyarie’s.

"It’s amazing but the people." Ryca made a face remembering Jaime, Ambrose and the already known Isa. "I suppose." She paused thinking of the best way to put it. "They’re a lot like me." Laughing, in spite of herself.

[nyarieflint]

"It was," she admitted. Back home, it was her response to being frightened and threatened, both of which were a daily occurrence. Without her father around or the immediate responsibility of her younger siblings, which she still felt on a daily basis, it was easier to forget about life back home. Despite the comfort and common kindness within the Academy, Nyarie still felt as though she didn't belong and her heart yearned to see her home again and her mind was clouded with worry as to how everyone was getting along without her. Nights were cut short by silent screams and shattering glass that haunted the young girl when her eyes were closed. 

"It sounds beautiful," she said with a small smile. Not surprised that Ryca had already drawn attention from the guards, Nyarie was curious as to who it had been. However, when the word Queen fell from her friend's mouth, Nyarie's thoughts stopped abruptly and she looked over at her friend, momentarily caught off guard before shaking her head lightly. When the time came for the Prince to choose his Queen, she knew it would not be her. No Queen was known to attempt to blend in when given the opportunity or keep quiet in fear that she would anger others. Nyarie Flint was far from Queen material.

"If so, they must all be lovely." Nyarie cared for the girl and was comforted by her familiarity, but also admired her wit and bright personality. Why anyone would find her disagreeable was beyond comprehension.

[nyarieflint]

jaime-parthasson:

He let out an audible sigh at her answer, more for her benefit than his. Really, the lack of knowledge in the Highlands was truly astounding— the only names they knew seemed to be that of the king and that of the prince, completely oblivious to the generals, the leaders, the great ones who had built this kingdom. He glanced sideways at her, that meek little golden head with eyes fixed anywhere but on him as she followed along and momentarily considered launching into a brief history lesson. But thought better of it. “My name’s Jaime,” his voice was low as they turned the corner, and as they did, he gestured at a suit of armour. “Look for him when you’re hopelessly lost again.” Then ahead, pointed at a banner upon the wall, one that depicted a unicorn and a flock of ladies fawning over it. “And this.”

He turned for a moment and there was a hint of a smile, though it was too arrogant to be genuine. “Don’t get too excited. The animal doesn’t exist. Not even in the Lowlands.” 

"Nyarie," the young girl said in response, as was proper. It was reassuring to know the guard's name, it gave a human side to his seemingly stone-like exterior. Jaime was looking at her as though she was hardly worth his attention, and Nyarie wasn't surprised when he took the initiative to lead her to the classroom instead of sparking conversation. At the same time, she was glad that he was showing her how to find her way back instead of asking her about home or about herself, it was something a bit more comfortable for her.

Despite his arrogance, Nyarie couldn't help but laugh to herself at Jaime's remark about the creature on the tapestry. If his smile had been true and not shadowed by his seemingly conceited nature, it would have been quite nice.

[nyarieflint]

isaofdiamondmind:

Isa was moving down the halls like a slow stream- smoothly, silently, like Olana had tried to teach them- or the other girls. Isa had caught on quickly. Back straight, like her mother had taught her. Well, her mother had been right about some things. Good posture was essential, no matter where one was.

She barely noticing the other girl in the hallway, until the blonde bumped into her. Isa’s head snapped away from the splendour of the many paintings that lined the wall with a glare. Keeping the glare firmly in place, Isa was almost surprised to see Nyarie; how had the quiet, simple girl gotten an invitation to the Academy?

And her stutter was gone. Pouncing, Isa remarked, “Oh, lambkins,good work on your words; how long do you think it’ll last? You know, bad habits aren’t broken so easily.”

Nyarie's breath caught in her throat when she saw a familiar face before her. Isa was a girl back home that people either avoided or did everything they could to get on her good side or simply stay off her bad one. Any time that she went to town and ran into her, Nyarie was the target of many harsh words and ridicule. It seemed that the Academy wasn't going to stop Isa's poisoned words.

"Thank you," she said with a small smile, unwilling to give the other girl the satisfaction of hearing her stutter despite her unease. 

[jaime-parthasson]

Despite her denial, it was clear that she was still afraid— what of, Jaime still had no idea. He’d been civil enough, it was a suppression bred from a lifetime of keeping his tongue in check, a lifetime of walking that fine rope of of a perfect soldier. Looking upon her and that wide-eyed glare and the stutter which accompanied it, there was a small part deep within him which felt badly for whatever had caused it— he knew hardships, but he had never broken because of them…and another part looked down upon it. Pitied it, pitied her for being so weak.

Nevertheless, he watched warily as the smile appeared on her face, a mask that was so apparent with her voice accenting it. “I suppose you’ll have to pay attention when I show you back then,” he said curtly, jerking his head in the direction they were heading before sweeping away, not waiting for her to follow. “You should be afraid of me.” It was conversational, light, yet carried an edge. “Do you know who I am?” 

[nyarieflint]

It took Nyarie a few seconds to catch up to the guard after he left with no warning or invitation for her to follow. Even so, she was intent on not getting lost again and having to run into possibly another guard such as this. His voice was stern, an apparent trademark mirrored by his features and expressions. Once she did catch up to him, Nyarie would have had to be deaf to not pick up on the threatening tone of voice that the guard  so casually displayed.

"I d-do not." Her voice was audible and she did her best to reduce her stutter and present herself differently, hoping not to warrant a scolding from the strange guard. He looked at her as though she was prey and that distasteful look put the young girl on edge.

[nyarieflint]

ryca-of-aethel:

"Some people prefer reading in the library you know, Nyarie but it’s okay." Ryca had missed her, missed a friendly face mostly. So many people here were so..like her.And the headstrong girl certainly didn’t need similars. Her face was beaming, not only because she liked to see her friend but because her stutter had almost disappeared. “Nyarie! Is is terrible of me to miss the stutter? How? When?” She teased giving her friend a smile

"Can I know what book that is?" Her natural curiosity taking utter control. Not noticing how her friend had seemed to be filled with a thousand thoughts before. "You can look at mine and we can swap for a second, let me just keep my page." Looking at the small print under the book just to see. She hadn’t gotten all that far, seeing as it was a new one from the library.

A protective instinct came within her, it was simply brought by being around Nyarie again. “Are you enjoying yourself?” The bustle of self importance in her voice was replaced by a much more softer tone. “I hope nobody has been unkind to you, because really just lead me in their soon to be unfortunate direction.”

  Nyarie breathed a sigh of relief when she that it was Ryca who stood before her. Back home, she had no one she could truly call a friend besides Ryca and even then the other girl never truly knew everything about the Flint family. When the girl pointed out Nyarie's lack of stutter, she couldn't help but laugh lightly at the fact that it was even noticed. 

With only a few seconds between Ryca's questions, Nyarie quickly uttered the title of the book in her hands in hopes that she was at least close before handing the book over to her friend. Back home, she would never have time to truly listen to what her friend had to say and now that the two of them had a year without work, Nyarie hoped to be a better friend. The other girl's book was a bit heavier and seemed to hold an endless amount of information.

"I truly am," she said truthfully with a small smile. "Are you?" Lucky to have a friend who would defend her in such a way, Nyarie would never understand what a girl like Ryca saw in such a shy and quiet person as herself.

[nyarieflint]

Nyarie was nowhere near where most girls hailing from the Lowlands would be at her age when it came to reading, but since her first lesson the young girl has found books and stories intriguing. Reading was one of the first selfish things she's done since arriving at the Academy and every time she turns a frail page her heart weighs down with guilt.  Such a simple task left her feeling as if she was betraying her family by both leaving and finding joy in her new home.

Lost in thought with her eyes on the pages of a book she could hardly read, Nyarie was startled when she bumped into someone in the hallway. Why she was caught off guard by a single person when there were always people milling about in the hallways is unknown, but either way she gathered her wits about her and made eye contact with the person in front of her.

"I'm sorry." There was no stutter in her small voice, Headmistress Olana made sure that habit was left back home. For the most part at least.

[nyarieflint]

jaime-parthasson:

When the girl turned, his first thought was that she wasn’t bad-looking for a Highlander, he might even call her pretty if he could look past her status…but of course he couldn’t. Even as a child, Jaime had always been obsessed with status, obsessed with decorum and the allure of standing at the very top besides his father, where he could make Rebin Parthasson proud. Now, with his status hanging round his neck like a collar as he played watchdog for a crowd of Highlanders, he found that discipline and art of masking his emotions proved his most useful tools.

"Hey, hey, calm down," his voice became softer upon seeing the acute fear in the girl’s wide, doelike eyes. Jaime was used to yelling until his voice was hoarse at uncivilized men and despite his efforts to tone down upon that rigidness, clearly it had still been too much for her to take. Still—- "You’ve been here for a dozen days already, still having trouble finding your way?" Slightly apprehensive of giving her a heart attack, he kept his distance, so that there was a chasm of several feet between them. "You look terrified. Am I really so intimidating?"

Nyarie felt the guard's gaze on her and instead of meeting his eyes with her own, she let her attention fall to the bottom of her dress and how the soft material was grazing the recently polished floor. It was only when he began speaking to her that the young girl looked back up at him. A small part of her, one that she had never explored or had the desire to, was angered the this man, among everyone else, was treating her as a wounded animal or a breakable vase. That one small part was quickly snuffed out by the rationale she has lived with her entire life, that she was utterly incapable and she was lucky that people even spoke with her or acknowledged her presence. It would be difficult, if at all possible, to shake her father's influence over her.

"I-It's quite a large place," her voice was still soft but this time a small smile made its presence known on her face. "Not at all." Whatever the meaning behind her words, Nyarie's tone showed otherwise.

[nyarieflint]

jaime-parthasson:

"You’re supposed to be in lessons." Jaime spoke quietly, but his voice resounded through the empty hall, causing the girl ahead to turn around at the suddenness of it. He caught up to her with long strides, scarlet cape flowing behind him and sword strapped to his side. "My guess? You’re lost. Again. Am I right?" 

Nyarie had awoken at the proper time, slipped into the simple dress she was given rather quickly and made her way out of her quarters in a timely manner. Despite all of that, the poor girl found herself lost in the expanse of the Academy and even after passing multiple guards she couldn't work up the courage to ask any of them where she was meant to go. 

When she heard a strong voice behind her, she jumped slightly and turned around only to realize that one of the guards she was too terrified to speak to came up directly behind her. "I- I am, yes," Nyarie whispered, her voice quiet and hesitant.