rubbing his hand over his face, ruan groaned softly. at this point, he was exhausted. festivals and big celebrations weren't really his forte, or his cup of tea in the slightest. at this point, he just wanted a nap, but felt that it was his duty to keep an eye on all of the members of the day court as they celebrated. surely too much money couldn't be spent during this, right? but there were far too many booths for him to keep track of everyone. that was exactly how he found himself sitting by the fire, a tall glass of sparkling water in his hand. because ruan, didn't drink. how could you when you needed your focus on all of the money. hearing someone's footsteps close to him, he looked up at them. "please don't tell me that you've spent a ridiculous amount of money and you'd like me to calculate the total." ruan's voice grumbled softly. he was nice, really, but money was a sore subject at celebrations like this. "however, conversation and snacks would be rather welcome."
in which MASTER ARTIST IMALDA THAKKAR has seated themself at their canvas, where shenanigans might ensue.
"yes ... or is that no? if you please, the ..." artist's protests fade into a quieted sigh. eyes, slowly closing. sometimes those who are the subject, and are asking for their portraiture, cannot bring themself to remain still. refrains from the touch of fingertips to their forehead, to rub in exasperation. eye opens to stare at the movements, waiting until there is stillness. "it can be a struggle to know which pose you want for yourself, but rest assured, we can surely do another at a later time." work for their trade doesn't cease simply because jovial festivities go to the wayside. @ofcourtfablesarchive
‘ daniel henney, cis male, he/him, 45/450 , high fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems RUAN CARSTAIRS has been teleported to the summer court, the MASTER OF COIN from THE DAY COURT is said to be RESILIENT and is said to describe themselves with SLY LOOKS OF JUDGEMENT JOINED BY A SILENT SMIRK, TRAINING SESSIONS WITH HIS FAVORITE WOODEN STICKS TO KEEP HIMSELF IN SHAPE, TRICKS THAT ARE SLIGHT OF HAND TO ENTERTAIN THE YOUNG ONES, ORGANIZATION THAT RIVALS A LIBRARY'S SYSTEM and with all of this in mind their SUPERSTITIOUS nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time.
~ ruan spent his entire life in the day court, building up his craft, fostering relationships, and learning the ins and outs of everything related to how to start a business. he befriended all the right people and by the time he was a teenager, he could negotiate a price down to anything he wanted. but it wasn’t because of his charm, it was because of his knowledge of the coin. ruan knew money backwards and forwards. he knew how to control it, how to get it, and how to manage it. his knowledge of it made him feel special.
he took this skill and got himself jobs all over the court, eventually catching the eye of the late day court high ruler. ruan regaled them with his knowledge, and promised to take good care of their finances. and that he did. ruan is the master of coin and thrives on the title of master. he’s fully aware that he’s good with numbers, and how to manage it. very quickly, he found himself loving every single member of the day court, wanting nothing more than to protect every single one of them from harm. anything he could do in regard to keeping them safe around money, from money, and for money, he would.
ruan is very resilient, promising to do everything to keep those he cares about safe. and his stubborn nature makes him a force to be reckoned with. he enjoys being around other fae, sure, but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t find excessive questioning and unimportant conversation annoying. he’s one of those who enjoys conversation with meaning and purpose.
making something to memorialize a moment felt like a good way to celebrate her court. but not just that, but to celebrate all of the wonderful fae that she'd get a chance to know. whether or not they'd feel that way was up to them. but mika firmly believed everyone should get a chance to prove themselves. her stubborn nature could easily get her into trouble with this desire, but she didn't care. it was how she found herself making jewelry to celebrate the moment, a necklace that would honor the occasion. looking up, she flashed the fae in front of her a bright smile. "what's your favorite gem? i can make you a necklace, or even a bracelet to celebrate the occasion. it might be nice to remember this moment of calm amongst the storm."
‘ ellie bamber, cis female, she/her, 28/280 , high fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems MIKA TEAGARDEN has been teleported to the summer court, the SCHOLAR from THE SUMMER COURT is said to be OUTGOING and is said to describe themselves with WALKS UNDER THE STARS WITH THE SAND IN BETWEEN YOUR FEET, STACKS AND STACKS OF BOOKS LOPSIDED EVERYWHERE, SNEAKING AROUND THE HALLWAYS TO EXPLORE UNKNOWN ROOMS, GETTING LOST IN NEW PLACES FOR THE AESTHETIC and with all of this in mind their STUBBORN nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time. ; taking the wc of nerina's childhood friend.
mika's life always revolved around books, around learning about the world around her. she liked knowing what was out there and would spend a lot of time exploring, which wound up getting her in a bunch of trouble. her mother had been an archivist and always thought that while her daughter would take after her, that she'd have a similar personality. but mika liked adventure. she liked actually experiencing what she learned. when she met nerina, the two became best friends, getting into trouble and having the time of their lives. when she was invited to travel with her, she jumped at the idea, knowing that the world was so much more vast than her books. so, she went, and took copious amounts of notes, enjoyed exploring, and being out in the world. but she missed home, missed the summer court, and missed her job, despite the promise for adventure.
when she returned, her friendship wavered, and it hurt, but mika knew that nerina was doing what she needed to do. so the archivist focused on her work, studied, and worked underneath the previous scholar. she became her right hand, her assistant, and the one that would help with everything. so when she disappeared, and was found gone, mika was promoted. she'd known everything, she'd worked with her, and knew enough about the court for it to work. not to mention, she' been a friend of nerina's. it all seemed to work out.
but that didn't stop her from worrying slightly, wondering if she could live up to the world that the previous scholar had created. her desire for adventure would always be a sore spot, having her wonder if she could stay put in the summer court long enough or if that travel bug would itch at her again.
‘ kristine froseth, cis woman, she/her, 28 / 280 , high fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems NIA ACHESON has been teleported to the summer court, the LADY / MAP MAKER from SPRING COURT is said to be CHARMING and is said to describe themselves with THE SMELL OF DRYING PAINT, ROSE PETALS SCATTERED ALONG YOUR BODY, A SOFT VOICE DRIPPING OFF YOUR TONGUE LIKE HONEY and with all of this in mind their CARELESS nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time. ; lyra, cet, 28, she/her, none atm.
𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐎𝐅 , questioning your moralities, clinging to your old self, failing to recognize yourself in the mirror ; searching for your old self, the past slipping through your fingers and the future is sand
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name . nia acheson , age . 28 / 280 , gender. cis woman , pronouns. she/her, sexual orientation. bisexual , title. lady of the spring court + map maker
life comes as easily to nia as everything else. people say she’d been blessed with a kind heart, filled by the love of many and a never ending smile.
nia is a bright child, lovable and gifted, her world refusing to be dimmed. and it is easy, if nothing ever happens at all.
perfection comes with expectations, light smiles grow heavy, talent suddenly crafted with effort and yet it is still expected of her to remain the same, be the girl that never changes, a proof that a kind heart alone is enough to survive this cruel world.
still, she wants to keep believing, cling to an ever changing past, allowing naivety to cloud her judgment. she’d be the only harmed by her foolishness, until the day she wouldn’t. and it’s the day she meets someone, perhaps even allow herself a real emotion: love. and even when her best friend warns her, she refuses to believe to see the bad. after all if she does, it is proof that her heart has been allowed to be tainted.
when her mother dies, her heart breaks and she’s picking up pieces trying to make them stick, even when she grabbed all the wrong pieces. perhaps, that’s why she doesn’t shed a tear, refusing to change when the past is so much better.
and for a while, she’s granted the illusion of being fine, young, old, unbroken. unless it’s shattered again. good advice washed away by rain turning red, when she finds her best friend having taken their last breath alone. she was betrayed by love and naivety had betrayed her friend. and the person who claimed to love her is never found to be guilty, vanished, like every explanation that could've been given.
and suddenly you beg your heart to stay tender. you feel yourself slipping and unfold and yet you don’t want to leave behind the past. even if it has been so cruel.
her elder sister leaves no stone unturned in preparing for their court's sacred solstice celebration - of course this was no surprise for the high lady. the two sisters, shared in their need and drive for perfection, and gradually were learning they have far more in common then either believed or would ever admit to. it was a relief to have one thing off her endless plate of duties, and further more, lavinia would enjoy planning this celebration far more than alina would, not due to her lack of enthusiasm for summer solstice but of other thoughts weighing on her mind. the celebration had garnered the response they had hoped, the tension of months prior slowly breaking as most of her guests appeared to be enjoying themselves. she stands not too far from where cedrian's children were playing, her gaze never straying from them for too long. they were entirely safe here, not only were their father's guard watching over them, but her own as well. however, it was the sight of their bright, innocent smiles that brought her a strange of serenity that made it impossible to look away. perhaps her fears were for naught concerning them, the longer she's near them, the harder it would be to be away from them. it was some time earlier, little zaela and nyssa had brought her a crown flower and the high lady was so stunned momentarily at the gesture it took her a moment to snap out of it and accept it, only for the little girls to place atop alina's head. it remained there until a breeze almost snatched it to which alina removed it and kept it safely in her hands. it was the feeling of another presence joining her that had her gaze finally shift to focus on her companion; still, a greater portion of her attention remaining on the children. "the blooms of summer solstice are the most fragrant as they are long lasting." she remarks, "some fashion them into the jewelry pieces as such until the next solstice." a tradition she herself partakes in. she lifts one of the necklaces that hand on a jewelry stall near by.
near the crown flower station as well as a jewelry vendor !
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╰ ♡ with his wife as the one truly hosting the celebration, noah had been the one to help the high priestess with a chunk of the heavy work. while it was technically not something required of him in his duties as the general of the summer court, it was a willing requirement to help lavinia with whatever it was that she had needed him to do. though he'd finally been released from assisting her now that that celebration had truly begun. his first moment of enjoying the day was to visit the market. eyes searching the stalls that held a number of different things for one to peruse. but it's a weapon's stall hat catches the general's attention. stopping to admire the craftmanship on display. fingers trailing over the blade on display on the table. ❝ what do you reckon the blade was composed of? ❞
To say that she missed the Spring Court would be an understatement. Sure, the Summer Court was nice, but it wasn't home, no matter how hard she tried to make it. She had been hunched over a notebook working on latest collection of sketches when the chime above the door rang and she looked up. Standing up, she smiled at the person who had entered. "Hi, welcome." She greeted. "Is there anything I can help you with today? Are you just looking? Need something custom made?" @ofcourtfablesarchive
Distracted with a plate in hand, Patime was wandering around the walking banquette.
“I feel like I want to do everything at once,” she commented after a sigh to whomever she was closest to. Her gaze darted from one plate to another, openly avoiding anything resembling a vegetable. “I still don't know if I'll see a performance next, or go dancing. As for the latter, I don't know if I'm too keen on the idea of doing it alone.”
‘ madison bailey, ciswoman, she/her, 26 / 200 , fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems BRIAR THOMAS has been teleported to the summer court, the SEAMSTRESS from SPRING COURT is said to be BUBBLY and is said to describe themselves with THE SMELL OF FRESHLY BAKED COOKIES, HAIR IN A MESSY BUN, A NOTEBOOK FULL OF SKETCHES, A SMILE THAT HIDES MORE THAN SHE'LL TELL & FRESH FLOWERS EVERY MORNING IN HER SHOP and with all of this in mind their SARASTIC nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time.
GENERAL DETAILS.
FULL NAME: Briar Thomas
NICKNAME(S): N/A
NAME MEANING: Thorny bush/wild rose; Twin
AGE: 26 (human) 200 (fae)
DATE OF BIRTH: 1999 (human) 1825 (fae)
PLACE OF BIRTH: Spring Court
CURRENT LOCATION: Summer Court
ETHNICITY: Mauritian & Italian
GENDER: Female
PRONOUNS: She/Her
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Open to all
RELIGION: None
OCCUPATION: Seamstress
EDUCATION LEVEL: Graduated
EXTRACURRICULAR: N/A
LIVING ARRANGEMENTS: A house in the Spring Court
FINANCIAL STATUS: Finacialy stable
SPEAKING VOICE AND ACCENT: Soft spoken and a Spring Court Accent
SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, Italian, Sign Language, knows most languages
VOICECLAIM: Madison Bailey
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE, ETC.
FACECLAIM: Madison Bailey
HAIR COLOR AND STYLE: Light brown & curly
COMPLEXION: Warm with golden undertones
EYE COLOR: Dark Brown
EYESIGHT: N/A
HEIGHT: 5'8"
WEIGHT: N/A
BODY AND BUILD: Athletic and Slim
TATTOOS: Four various ones
PIERCINGS: Ears
CLOTHING STYLE: When she's working, she'll be dressed in a nice dress of her own design. If she is out and about, she'll be in a pair of jeans and a nice shirt.
DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS: N/A
SIGNATURE SCENT: Strawberries
HEALTH.
MENTAL DISORDER(S): BPD
PHYSICAL DISORDER(S): N/A
ALLERGIES: N/A
SLEEPING HABITS: Horrible Some nights she is up all night, some nights she sleeps through the night
EATING HABITS: Kind of good. She tries to eat three meals a day, but she mostly lives off of coffee and whatever quick snack she can eat throughout the day
SOCIABILITY: Very
BODY TEMPERATURE: 98.6F (37C)
ADDICTIONS: N/A
DRUG USE: N/A
ALCOHOL USE: Social drinker
PERSONALITY.
LABEL(S): The pristine, the overachiver & the plant lover
POSITIVE TRAITS: Bubbly
NEGATIVE TRAITS: Sarcastic
LIKES: Freshly baked sweets, warm tea, iced coffees, new books, animals
DISLIKES: Liars, cheaters and troublemakers
FEARS: Enclosed spaces
HABITS: Meditation & Reading
GOALS AND AMBITIONS: To own her own seamstress place
ASTROLOGY: Aquarius
PERSONALITY TYPE: ESTP (The Doer)
MORAL ALIGNMENT: Neutral Good
ELEMENT: Florals/Earth
PRIMARY VICE: Easily jealous
PRIMARY VIRTUE: Compassionate
WEATHER: Warm and sunny
COLOR: Green
MUSIC: Everything
BEVERAGE: Dr. Pepper
FOOD: Ceaser Salads
ANIMAL: Turtles
SEASON: Spring
FAMILY, RELATIONSHIPS, ETC.
MOTHER: Katherine Thomas
FATHER: George Ander
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: N/A
BEST FRIEND: N/A
EXES: N/A
SIBLING(S): Two
CHILDREN: N/A
EXTENDED FAMILY: N/A
PET(S): N/A
HEAD CANONS AND/OR BACKSTORY.
Knew she wanted to be a seamstress or something to do with designing clothes since she was six and started helping her own mother at her shop.
Is the oldest of three and even though she hasn't seen her siblings in a long time, she would still do everything and anything for them.
Had a falling out with her father when she told him that she did not want to marry someone he had picked out for her.
Believes that everyone has a right to feel good in everything that they wear and will spend hours (sometimes not sleeping) to make sure the outfit is perfect for said person.
Likes to learn new languages in whatever spare time she has.
If she was not a seamstress, she would do something with culinary because she loves cooking and baking.
among the bustle of the VENDOR MARKET, a fae child stands still for ZACARÍAS as he paints her face. // @ofcourtfablesarchive
this certainly wasn't his plan when setting up his stall that morning. the paints were more for his own enjoyment. a way to pass time in the quieter moments of the festival. but he is not immune to a curious face, nor the gentle plead when it comes from a young fae.
concentration lines the furrow of his brows. with a last pink dot in the middle of her forehead, zacarías moves from side-to-side, evaluating the array of petals on the child. "alright, flower princess, you're done." the child smiles, reaching for the mirror, and when zacarías hands it to her, he eyes the fae behind her. "are you here for decoration too, or actually looking at my stock?"
after the brilliance of the opening ritual, the water remains calm as VIJAYA steps up next to the CANAL RIDES. // @ofcourtfablesarchive
satisfaction runs deep through vijaya. her idea sparked the ceremony, and how wonderful it turned out. already, she aches for the next day, when the blessing ceremony will ring strong. but it doesn't yet pain her to be away from the temple. the festivities will not cease until the last moment, and she may as well partake.
the next boat pulls before her, and she peers behind her shoulder. "if you don't mind sharing, i won't mind another passenger." an amused smirk plays across her lips. "that is, if you aren't too hesitant to join a high priestess."
“oh, allow me,” lavinia offers, hospitable as she can be. in one fluid motion, the summer high priestess plucks the dripping salt water from the other fae’s rings and robes, and back into the water from whence they came. oh, the folly of an underwater temple! unfortunately moving the entirety of the temple and its heritage was beyond her husband’s talents — although it was certainly was a task she would have sent the general on if it was possible.
“don’t want you getting sick before we’ve even lit the bonfire.” it was of utmost importance that everyone in attendance enjoyed themselves. she would make sure of it. lavinia takes a familiar tone to her acolytes - knowing when her voice grows stern, letting you know this is no suggestion: “i will, of course, see you at the feast?”
the shore outside of the temple of the deep, post-solstice ceremony.
slender fingers delicately crown the other fae, hair just tickling the tips of her fingers. the million bell ringlet peppered with whispers of petunias and cosmos, made precious by her own hands, create a halo of colour against the loveliness of their locks. it’d been an hour or so of labouring at the table, helene’s own crown gone crooked as she hunched over her work, laughing along with the other children she’d been seated with.
“oh, i’ve outdone myself!” helene declares proudly, pleased with the outcome. “the little ones and i have been toiling in the sun all day! which i consider a fair trade as you look lovely as ever the almighty ruler of the solstice.”
‘ jung hoyeon, cisfemale, she/her, 28 / 280 , high fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems helene ashway has been teleported to the dusk court, the lady from the autumn court is said to be extravagant and is said to describe themselves by holding the cards of societal ranking close to your chest, the soft the lavish swish of tulle as you begin the dance cycle again with a sparkling laugh, feeling far too young for your aging bones, being far too precious for the hardness of ruling — born to be a happy wife, and with all of this in mind their invasive nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time.
full name: haerin ashway preferred name: helene, with haerin reserved by family if they so chose name meaning: sun / light / torch age: two hundred and eighty place of birth: the autumn court residence: gender: cisfemale pronouns: she/her
sexual & romantic orientation: wealthy occupation: socialite personality traits: extravagant, cosmopolitan, manipulative, materialistic, popular, clingy, invasive interests: fashion, shopping, social organizing, dancing abilities: fire character inspiration: bryce quinlan (crescent city), london tipton (suite life), amy march (little women), helen of troy, taryn duarte (folk of the air), kitty pong (crazy rich asians), teruhashi (saiki k)
mother: theora ashway father: taelon ashway sibling(s): high lady gaeul ashway, korain ashway cousin(s): dabin ashway, ara ashway, zehra ashway
height: 5’10” body and build: lithe, graceful hair and style: dark locks, worn loosely and highly complex dos depending on the day complexion: pale eye color: a muted, pale red - described as a rose clothing style: brazen… expensive… fashionable, but on the daring side signature scent: spun sugar fr
eyes are drawn to you naturally.
this is simply the basket where your talents lay: a given because you’ve always been beautiful.
while your parents had decided that your older sister was the one worth focusing on, you were left to focus your attention of your vanity. so, although you did not have their regard, you had access to their wealth. tulle and silk spill out of your wardrobes to the point where you are given a new room for shoes alone.
the dance floor is yours. ballrooms are your domain. you’re the centre of attention where ever you go, basking in the glory of the limelight. but to shine is in your bones. you are made for the light.
your sister is the powerful one, not you.
but wouldn’t it have had been nice if it had been?
your ambition lies in a good match. you have expensive taste, after all. and if you outlive your sister… well… you need to marry well.
wanted connections: exes! boat loads of exes (titled and above); besties. boat loads of friends. helene is the most popular girl at school, and the belle of every ball she attends! she has friends of every court!
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