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pridedprincess, an affiliated rp blog for Lachesis of Nordion, from Fire Emblem Genealogy of the Holy War 🌹Black Eagles instructor at TOA 🌹written by Leora Notes: 🟡She is currently married to Finn, though their relationship is a bit complicated 🟡Lachesis is taken from her disappearance in the Aed desert statistics ✨interview ✨muse ✨toa
BEACH EPISODE PROMPTS 🏖
As a complement to our current mission board, some fun beach ask prompts! Or well, the fun factor is debatable.
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[castle] for our muses to build sand castles together. what entails “sand castle” is up to you.
[dig] for our muses to dig a hole in the sand together. for extra fun, roll the dice and check if it’ll collapse.
[are you with crab milord/milady] one of our muses is trying to just chill and read a book, but alas, is it just a prank or is there actually a crab...
[yeet] for my muse to throw a crab at yours
[rope] our muses have just returned from a refreshing swim, but there’s something wrapped around their ankles. is it algae? is it some discarded rope? perhaps a squid?
[jellyfish] our muses went swimming, and had an unfortunate encounter with a jellyfish. what to do?
[urchin] ouch! stepped on a sea urchin!
[buried] so, we’ve decided to bury someone in the sand. who’s going to become the sand guardian?
[volleyball] let’s play volleyball together!
[shark] our muses are swimming and have met something that kind of resembles a shark. is it…?
[vendor] our muses have come across anna a beach vendor selling all sorts of trinkets, from colorful shirts to overpriced drinks.
[surprise] you see a coconut! is there anything inside?
[water] the water is nice and cool but then you pass through a weirdly warm spot
[sunburns] ack-! you forgot the sunscreen!
[critter] our muses see a little critter swimming! do they try to grab it? fingers crossed that it isn’t venomous!
[seagull] your muse chose to bring food to the beach, and now you have entered combat.
[BBQ] beach BBQ time! set up that grill!
munday / this or that
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Tagging: wsg chat
Glass half full or glass half empty.
Night or morning.
Art museum or history museum.
Be embarrassed or be afraid.
Attend a party or host a party.
Fiction or nonfiction. (both. I read so much nonfiction)
Hot coffee or iced coffee. (both again 🥲they are both so good)
Board games or video games.
Group hangout or one-on-one hangout.
Tattoos or piercings. (neither)
Books or movies.
Digital copy or physical copy.
Physical planners or digital planners.
Poem or story.
Introvert or extrovert.
Save 100 strangers or 1 loved one.
See the future or change the past.
Massive success by accident or modest success on purpose.
Painful truth or comforting lie.
Sock sock shoe shoe or sock shoe sock shoe
a beachside promenade
There’s something calming about island life when you’re not in the thick of work. The odd breaks you’ve managed to carve out for yourself offer the opportunity for an activity unique to coastal surrounds: exploring tide pools! These little pockets of seawater dot the intertidal zones of the rocky beaches about this section of the archipelago, and are treasure troves of marine microbiomes waiting to be discovered.
It was finally time to take some well-deserved time off. There was much to do in this foreign land but Lachesis had earned a day to explore the whirlpools. How fun and fresh and exciting! Quite unlike anything she'd been around before, and a far cry from the Jugdral and Agustria she knew. Yes, Lachesis never knew the ocean, but that didn't mean she could not learn now.
And what better time to do so with her friend Isadora? It was a heartwarming joy to see Isadora again - a lady knight who Lachesis felt close to and wanted only to spend more time with. It was hard to find a good friend that whom one could really relax and enjoy one's company, but Lachesis knew that she could entrust Isadora to her back.
Lachesis had dressed warmly for the day, wearing a white sundress over her swimsuit. As she waited at the front of the beach - always rising just a bit too early - she thought of what she and Isadora might do. The princess had asked around and it seemed like every pool provided another opportunity to explore. There, in the distance, was a rush of blue hair. Isadora.
Lachesis waved happily. She couldn't remember the last time she had fun.
[@pheraesladyknight ]
divining in the darkness
Master your fears, lest they master you. A strange guru has just pulled into town, here to spread his agenda of curing people of their fears. For a small fee, he will treat you with exposure therapy, pushing your greatest ick into your face until you are forced to accept it. Scared of creepy crawlies? He’s got those. Heights bothering you? He has a course. Existential dread weighing on your shoulders? He might have to check the back. Come on down and get your remedy today! [Grants Faith +1]
Lachesis hears talk of this strange guru entering the monastery town. She has always been a firm believer of inner strength - known it to be true through the hellfires of loss and agonies of separation. Yes, steeling oneself to reality was the only thing that allowed one to ripen to maturity. The lioness knew it well, was no stranger to the idea. But forcefully frightening oneself? Tch. There seemed to be no order nor tactic to this. She only had to close her lids for too long to remember what haunted her.
The princess walked through that part of down a few days later - a run-down cobblestone path with colorful fabric hanging above. I have no need to expose my fear! The idea infuriated her. Yet a bygone elderly stood a foot the shop with a stare that bore holes into her.
"What do you want?" Lachesis snapped. She didn't mean that, far from it.
"I can see your fear, little one," the elder crooned. "Always always always a failure. And they can see. What a mockery you are. A fictious princess with a delusory light."
Lachesis took pause. "I'll have your tongue!" she exclaimed chasing after the elder, but only finding herself in a small waiting room and the whisper of the figure in her ears.
The entire place empty save for a man so awake he was gripping the chair with eyes wide open. Lachesis glanced at him. If this truly was the guru's home, perhaps he was afraid.
Everything had things they'd rather not see in the dark. Lachesis took a seat. She'd been duped. "Is he really that good?" she asked the other in the waiting room. [@madnessbefallen]
take two { Lachesis & Nanna
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Her arms pulled her mother in closer, feeling the shape of her mother so similar to her own now. There isn't a smallness to either of them, but the comfort still remains. She held her breath, counting down, but her mother neither disappears nor lets go of her. Her hands trembled a bit, and her eyes glowed with a delight so pure she could not disguise it. Green to her mothers auburn brown. Though her smile quivered at the ends, her lungs remind her to breath. To live in this moment. To accept the arms that have become real again.
"I'm so glad..." Though her voice is quiet, there's a strength to it. Her mother's strength. She has so many finite emotions packed into it, of sorrow, of hesitance, of joy. Of joy. Of joy. She found herself again, feeling the bliss of two hearts. One of her younger self, and one of her present. Though she hardly was a little girl anymore, she slightly wiggled her mother side to side, squeezing her tightly.
Her mother had been the one person she knew, who she might have swallowed a star for. To wish for her back, in any way. In any form. Her mother was...
Her hero, her heart, her history.
Her grief, her envy, her devastation.
She knew that if the rumors had been true... that if her mother was truly a statue in Aed, Nanna would make one selfish wish to her friend Sara. She just knew it, even if she never admitted it to a soul. She'd want her mother back, no matter what. (For Nanna the "saint," and Nanna the "kind," and Nanna the "patient, " she knew she was none of those. Just a girl who had grown up, trying to keep that space by her side from collapsing like a dying star. That space that was shaped like her mother...)
So having her here now, decked to the nines in gilded skirts and daydreams, was something so gratifying, her heart could burst.
"Mother." She closed her eyes, sighing quietly in relief as her mother's lips met her crown. "I've always wanted to have a moment like this."
She tilted her head subtly, to press herself into the shape of her mother's lips. To cave into her. To be shaped by her.
"...Hehe."
Nanna does not cry in public. She has learned to bite her tongue, to unstub her toes, to bleed without the salt of tears. But there's a small bead that rolled down her cheek, touching the tip of her smile.
"I made so many wishes. I'm so glad they got to you."
The feeling of embracing her daughter could last an eternity, and Lachesis would rejoice in every wake and moment. In parting with her all those years ago, a piece of the lioness had died and she had lain in mourning. But no more. She refused to close her eyes to the young woman who sat in her arms. To give love and to cherish was all she desired. To be a mother! The chance she was denied all those years ago, when Nanna was taken from her and Diarmuid was sent far away.
What is a mother without a child? Lachesis knows she must not define herself but the cruelties of fate, but she demands to be owed the happiness of what motherhood proclaims to offer. All those years taken from her - every birthday, every first step, every smile and every tear. Gone. She cannot regain the lost time but that will not stop a lioness.
Even in her grief she sees the promising young woman Nanna is. To say in the shadows of sorrow would be abandoning her daughter.
And when she hears Nanna call her 'Mother' she thinks her heart just might break. Of all the things she has held back these many years. All the sorrow and joy and anger and frustration. Perhaps it is all worth it to hear Nanna call her mother. Ah, the sweetest of tastes.
"Me too, Nanna," she tells her, still holding her close. "I dreamed of you for so long. I promised myself I would reach you no matter the cost. No matter what. That I can be here today is beyond any joy I can express."
Lachesis is a woman who would give it up all for her family. Every last inch of her blood. To have and to hold her daughter is a happiness beyond she thought possible.
The lioness lays down her forehead on Nanna's crown. It's a bit much to take this in but she knows it's real.
"You're my light, Nanna," Lachesis whispers, just so the girl can hear. "My breath, my beating heart. There's nothing I wouldn't give to be here with you right now." A steady breath. "I love you." Slowly, she fits the small bell against Nanna's feather. "Here. I know you have your feather, but, well, a mother can try, right?"
@princessmacedon asked [ Say 'Fromage'! ] Were it not for the music, were it not for the crowd, it would be another beat and tempo ringing clear. With the clattering trot of someone who has grown used to unwieldy shoes, Maria calls out to her new friend at once. "Miss Lachesis!" A hand darts out, gently alighting upon the lioness' arm. Though her face is shining, exuberant, her touch is feather-light. "Did you hear? The photo-artifex is done! They finally brought it out!" Her grin takes on a note of fondness, and she presses her palms together. "I know we already have pictures together, but don't you want to go see the final thing? Hee hee!"
Even a lioness can get lost in the crowd. It seems the roar of the ball goes on forever. The princess has already said hello to her children, and even the Crusaders would not know where Finn has gone. But out of all the noise comes a warm hand and smile.
Maria!
Her face is bright and her smile is a warm ray of the sun she craves, light and soothing but never burning her. "Yes, my darling?" Lachesis asks. She's become quite fond of the girl in the short time they've known each other. It would be hard to say no to her.
The photoartifex? But they had already taken pictures together. However, Maria's joy is contagious and a smile comes to Lachesis' face. Whatever she wants, she will have. "Did you want to see it again?" she says.
Anything for this girl, who was able to bring back the warmth to her heart. A lightness comes to her chest and it seems so silly to be worried about anything else. Lachesis takes Maria's hand in her own as if they were kin.
"Well, let us go see, shall we?" the lioness tells her. "Your wish is my command."
They Just Wanna They Just Wanna-a-a
Ethlyn takes two big sips from her champagne as the other team sinks two balls right off the bat. It's a strong start but it's not enough to shake Ethlyn's confidence. She still stands tall even after her own partner misses. She knows the game and she knows it gets harder to land a ball the more cups are removed from play.
"I probably should have introduced myself, huh? Ethlyn Claus of Leonster but Pink is kind of cute, isn't it?" She'll allow it at least.
She takes a breath, readies a shot, and tosses her ball.
D12 roll: 1, miss!
The ball bounces right off the table and heads toward the tangle of dilves in the corner. "Don't get too cocky, yet! I'm only getting started!" Ethlyn calls over her shoulder as she darts after the ball. After she catches it, she sets it in Lachesis's hand and pats her on the shoulder.
"Good luck!"
@pridedprincess
The energy of the game is infectious and Lachesis wants to win. She does not know her companion yet, the blue-haired woman with an icy demeanor, but no matter. Surely, they will draw the path to victory. However, the game becomes more difficult as more cups are removed. Lachesis trusts her aim but this is a strange play.
Well, she'll just have to see.
"And I will introduce myself as well," Lachesis adds, finally able to grin wide. "Lachesis of Nordion, pleased to meet you."
Aim for victory. Aim for triumph. Lachesis concentrates and readies her throw.
D3 --> miss!
A failure. But she cannot wallow in sorrow here! The game must go on. "I'll get it next time!" Lachesis tells the maid and then turns to Ethlyn. "Let's keep going," but she says it with a smile. "Let's see those Chalphy moves, shall we?" @livedtoserve
two lady knights at the ball what are they going to do
The ball was going smoother than Lachesis thought. As reached for a glass of water, a sheen of royal blue hair caught her eye within the crowd. No, it couldn't be! After all, there were quite a many people in the monastery with that shade. But Lachesis had to know.
She had not seen her friend in months, after all. Fingers dug into her palms as she raced into the hall and searched for her mystery person. As she weaved her way into the crowd, she lost sight of her target, the thralls of the hall perhaps too full.
Drats! But as Lachesis looked to the edge of this side of the hall, that same gleam of blue caught her eye once again. The lioness' eyes widened.
Lady Isadora!
Running up towards the lady knight, she grasped her hands in joy. "Lady Isadora, it is so very good to see you again! How I missed you so!!"
@pheraesladyknight
They Just Wanna They Just Wanna-a-a
[ Essar ] - Need a break from the go go go of the dance floor? Maybe this party game, (purportedly) originating from the territory of Essar, is for you! Cups partially filled with water are stacked at both ends of a long table. The aim of the game is to successfully launch a small ball into your opponent’s cups before they manage to do the same to yours, and if you sink a cup, your opponent then has to drink it. Will you prepare your arc shots, fastballs, and bounce shots - or will you be first to Get Hydrated?
She won't admit it but she's jealous. The men are all over there playing some sort of tangled up game and laughing and having fun and she wants to have fun too. Good thing it's a party.
Ethlyn grabs a table and drags it over just close enough that the boys can see they aren't the only ones having a good time but far enough away that they aren't about to get kicked by a toppling dilf. Two triangles of six cups are set up on each end of the table. She just needs some friends to play with. Fortunately, there happen to be a few lovely ladies nearby.
She grabs Flora and Mareeta by the hands but grins at Lachesis, the only one whose name she knows. "Let's go, Lach, you're playing too! We're using Chalphy rules. You get the ball in one of your opponent's cups, their team drinks. They get it in your cup, your team drinks. The cup gets removed after a ball lands on it. Drink from your own cup so pick your preferred poison. The first team to clear all six cup wins. Now, who wants to shoot first?"
@livedtoserve @pridedprincess @bladespromotedpawn
It's that time of night when the air stills and Lachesis questions if she should be out. But out on the other side of the hall, it seems that some groups have grown more raucous and are enjoying the evening to the fullest. The lioness doesn't understand the game they play but it is pleasant to see people have fun nonetheless. That is, until, Ethlyn arrives on the scene.
Lachesis has seen this look before. She has a plan. The princess watches as Ethlyn grabs some ongoers, a table, and sets up the same game. Ah, so she must want to have fun herself. Well, Lachesis is not sure....
"Well, I can't very well refuse that call, can I?" the lioness starts. "But do not blame me when you lose," she ads with a smirk.
"Come with me," she says to the woman with light blue hair. Blue, like Finn. "Let's carve our path to victory!"
The cups are all lined up in order. Lachesis hones her focus as she readies her arm to throw the ball. It soars through the air and lands in a cup. A destination. Victory!
"For House Nordion!" she erupts in joy. "For Agustria!"
@pridedprincess (continued from here!) :
Seeing Maria's gaze turn around to meet her own is a prize amidst itself. She has only known the little princess a small amount of time but finds herself drawn the soothing light she exudes. It only seems natural to seek her out in the ball. "I am so very glad!" Lachesis says, nerves and excitement meeting up. "I was eager to spend more time together, if I am being honest. I hope you do not find that crass." And just like that Maria pulls them off to a new destination, baby bird flying off to a new perch. Maria might be younger, but her wings can soar far, far places that Lachesis does not know. The lioness' chest flutters. What is this? But just like that, Maria approaches dividing the sweet buns with the utmost care, leading Lachesis to safety and tending to her like she was her own. "We can split them in half. But really, anything is fine for me," she tries. "I wanted to give them to you." When was the last time anyone treated her with this much care? Lachesis reaches a hand up to her heart.
It is the simplest, most precious sort of joy that Lachesis offers her: a friend's consideration. And as Maria basks in the lioness's kindness, her laughter crashes gleefully against the back and knuckles of her free hand.
"I don't think that's crass at all!" A smile is thrown over her shoulder as she lays the plate upon the table, quick to busy herself with pulling out a chair for both of them. As soon as she takes a seat, she extends a hand to Lachesis, as if to pull her down into a playful little bubble for just the two of them. "I'm actually really happy to hear that!"
Checking briefly to make sure they have napkins, she moves onto cutting the sweet buns into even halves (with a knife -- tonight, at least!). Eyes flicker up to meet hers, their corners narrowed in a soft sort of fondness.
"Hee hee... Thank you, Miss Lachesis." With the side of her utensil, the halves are cleanly parted. "Then I'd like to split them with you! Isn't happiness supposed to be shared?" Her laughter suggests that for her, at least, that is the right answer, and she slides half of each bun toward her friend ere she moves to pick up her own -- and then pauses.
"Oh!" Suddenly, she twists in her seat, a hand touching her waist and coming away with a black feather brooch. "This, too! I used to collect stamps when they still gave us signet rings, but a trade is just as good! Don't you think so? Hee hee!"
Continually, Maria warms Lachesis like the sun on a gentle spring morning. Her laugh is a soft flutter of joy that the lioness never wants to stop hearing. Suddenly, smiling is just a bit easier.
Maria sets down a plate, and it's easy to follow. With Maria's direction, breathing is just a bit easier. The lioness is pulled into the chair and is reminded that she's merely eating sweets with a friend. A friend. A small giggle erupts from her mouth. How fun, how carefree.
But if Maria is bothered by it or not, she does not show, moving to cut the buns in half. In this golden light, Lachesis can be gentle, hardened edges softened into a round curve. She waits patiently for the buns.
"I think that's a good idea," Lachesis finally says. "Sharing them. I only thought to give them to you, but sharing them sounds more enjoyable." How could she forget such a simple thing?
Lachesis stills, enjoying the calm amidst the storm of the ball. But Maria is not done, pulling a feather from her pockets.
"Oh!" Lachesis startles in surprise. She had entirely forgotten about the ordeal. "Here, please have this," she offers, pulling out the shimmering small bell given to her earlier.
"But I'm honestly more interested in sitting here with you," she adds.
"Lady Citrinne!" Lachesis greets, an air of cheer to her voice. "How magnificent to see you here."
Though they had only known each other a short while, Lachesis felt a kinship of sorts with Citrinne. Perhaps this was a lady she could trust. It pleased her to see the blonde tonight. The lioness allowed herself to smile wide.
"Though you may be long tired of drink, please, let us take another sip of champagne together," Lachesis tells her. "I feel that we can become good friends." The princess rests a hand on Citrinne's arm. "Let us enjoy the evening together."
"Oh, Lady Lachesis!" Citrinne returns Lachesis' good cheer with her own, a small smile already forming on the Brodian's lips. "There is no surprise in seeing a woman such as yourself tonight, yet your dress...it is simply splendid!"
Though Lachesis' hair is darker and fiercer than her own, Citrinne has no fear while addressing her fellow noblewoman. They have only spoken once in the past, but Citrinne already has early faith in the fellow blonde as well. Even if not as a strong ally on the battlefield, at least as a friend who can hold similar taste in partying etiquette.
"Please, this is only my first drink of the night," Citrinne holds forward the champagne glass from her first toast with Lapis. It is nearly past halfway done, though she has been finding trouble finishing off the dry liquid. But with a last-second comrade...perhaps she can endure the taste for only a bit longer. "Let us drink for a lovely friendship!"
Citrinne clinks their glasses together and tries for a longer sip than her previous ones. Just enough drink makes it through for a respectable sip, while not being enough for her to awkwardly gag. She watches as Lachesis takes her own sip, wondering if the woman has more regard for the beverage from possible longer experience.
The younger blonde instinctually places her hand atop Lachesis' from the arm that is being rested on. That wouldn't be too strange, right? No. They are two beautiful, mighty women, uniting to take on this likewise mighty gala together!
"I would love to enjoy this together. And to make this evening a truly wonderful one."
Lachesis' face colors a bit. It's been a while since someone so brazenly flattered her. Lady Citrinne is a beauty in her own right! It's a great honor to have someone compliment one so and one's back in the monastery. Lachesis' lips lit into a smile.
"Very well. Let us drink a toast of celebration!" She would like nothing more than to mark the making of her new friendship with this kindred spirit. With her, Lachesis can feel a semblance of her old self. It feels....warm. Nostalgic, even. The lioness' hands reach for the glass. No more sorrow for this evening.
Their glasses clink together and she takes a wide sip of the champagne. It has its own palatable flavor, Lachesis thinks. But it has been a while since she has sipped liquor. The lioness has been in mourning for so long - perhaps years - she's forgotten to enjoy life.
Citrinne decides to rest her hand on Lachesis' arm and she tries to hide her surprise. Well, there are stranger things, right?
But when was the last time someone said that to her? Perhaps Lachesis is losing herself - the brave and courageous warrior she is.
"I would love nothing more," Lachesis says, taking another sip. "Let us enjoy the evening thoroughly, my friend."
[Tea ] - Just what it says on the tin! The only teas offered are Mint, Bergamot, Sweet-Apple Blend, Albinean Berry Blend, and Southern Fruit Blend, wrapped in small tea bags. Clever students bring their own tea.
When was the last time they could sit together and enjoy a cup of tea? The merriment of the evening was in full swing, but Lachesis preferred to sit back and catch the gaze of her beloved daughter. Nanna, pure as fallen snow and yet a hardened warrior. She could not be more proud.
"Come here, Nanna. I've waited all night to see you," Lachesis' voice sings. "And how lovely you look!" The lioness gives Nanna a twirl, taking in all off her pink gown, as if in bloom.
Lachesis pats a seat beside her, pulling up the tea. "In truth, it makes my heart beam with happiness to see you now. You've become such a wonderful lady, Nanna. I'm beyond joyful I'm here to see it. Nanna....my daughter."
A hand reaches out to cup Nanna's cheek, so soft and sweet. Yet, before Lachesis realizes, a tear of her own has escaped. It seems like no time at all has passed from birth till now but the lioness knows, can feel it in her bones the effort and hours Nanna has put in.
"Let us stay together like this," she breathes, hand slipping into an embrace, pulling Nanna closer. "I love you so much," Lachesis closes her eyes, and she finds home.
"........" Nanna shimmied from side to side shyly, hands behind her back. "...You have?" She had half the heart to tell her mother that she had been observing her for more than a dozen heartbeats... But to think...! Her mother had been looking for her, too. "I suspect I know why it took you so long to find me..." Nanna jested, pink dashed over her cheeks as she reconsidered how it might sound to her mother to know Nanna had her eyes set to gold and blue for the night.
"...Oh...!" She gasped, hand aloft, body lifting to twirl. A free flowing laughter broke from her throat, as she spun to her mother's touch. "...."
"You are too good to me, mother." Nanna's eyes glimmered quietly, strong flames stoked for the evening full of indulgences. As she rested, both heels landing safely by her mother's side, Nanna pulled up beside her to enjoy the assortment of teas that were resting on a pulley cart. She hummed, holding up a tin of Earl Grey to her mother's cheek. "Shall I make you some...? I don't recall what you used to like drinking, but I've gotten quite good at--"
"Oh!"
Before Nanna could catch her breath, her mother enveloped her in an embrace that melted away all pretenses. She felt her shoulders relax, spine unfurling, as her resolve weakened to that of a child. "....Hehe."
Pressing her hand to ease her mother into a gentler hug, Nanna nodded into her mother's shoulder. "Mother..." Her fingers curled tighter, rippling her mother's silks into tight pools under her pads. "..."
She closed her eyes, breathing snagged in her throat. Ah.
"This is nice..."
"So nice."
She does not allow Pandora's Box to open in its entirety. Just that she knows what she's sealed inside, and how long she's kept this smile running on fumes. What she's lacked, what she's desired, what little mettle she has to face the world. All of it, sealed into her chest for so very long. The lid cracked open, just an inch. "I love you."
"I'm glad you were looking for me this time."
Having Nanna here at the ball with her is more than Lachesis ever could have imagined. If she could take her back to the grand halls of Agustria and show her homeland.....Oh, Lachesis nearly wilts at the thought. But what matters is that they are here now and together.
The lioness pulls Nanna close. It will never be enough. All those lost years, all that yearning. To have and to hold - no matter how much she tells herself that she must be content, she wants a little more. Just a tiny piece. Maybe to see the Nanna that Finn was able to.
And so the lioness buries her face in the golden hair that came from her own blood. "I'll always look for you my darling. I'll always look for you."
"Let us just stay here like this, for a moment. Is that okay, Nanna?" Arms pull close but Lachesis reaches up to stroke the crown of gold. "Just like this." Like how I would hold you when you were young.
"You've become such a fine woman, Nanna," Lachesis continues. "As your mother, I could not be more proud." Lips press to the top of her head. It will never be enough.
[ Sweet Bun Trio ] - A selection of traditional Faerghus pastries, all small enough to be eaten in one delicious bite! The first bun is filled with sweet cream and topped with icing and a candied cherry. The second is a sweet roll filled with almonds, pecans, and dried cranberries and glazed with honey. The third is a bun sliced in half, filled with almond paste and whipped cream, dusted with powdered sugar on top.
"Lady Maria!," Lachesis calls. "It is truly so wonderful to see you here. Being here with you tonight warms my heart so."
Yes, her time with Maria was not the longest, but it was gentle, encouraging, and soothing. It reminded her that not all was bad. That she could see the light in the dark. Maria's presence was akin to a gentle embrace.
"Would you do me the honor of sharing this desert with me? I would love to discuss so many things with you, after all.."
"Oh, Miss Lachesis!" As Maria turns, it is with a beaming grin already worn, though it shines brighter still as she takes in the sight of her one-time opponent. It is never something she thinks in reference to someone's martial strength, but truly, the ballroom suits her so much better. Though she is beginning to think the lioness carries a somber sort of weight within her in constancy, the light cascading over the hall daubs it in gentler, warmer colors.
"I'm so happy to see you," she smiles, a hand reaching to steady the the plate, "and I'd love to split these with you! The honor might even be mine, heeheehee."
So great is her grin that it encroaches upon her eyes, narrowing them in delight ere she turns them upon their surroundings in search of a place for them to sit together. "There-- over there!" She steers them toward a nearby table, eager to settle and share this treat, this conversation, this burgeoning happiness called friendship.
"Do you like one more than the other? Oh! Or do you want to split them into halves?" Though one already has been, mind, but Maria still holds a hand to her mouth and giggles. "I'll cut the buns if you tell me what's on your mind?"
(Plainly, it is not a true prerequisite, her fingers already hovering over the silverware and only waiting for permission; what is most important is only that it begins, that perhaps the light in Miss Lachesis' eyes will grow brighter, warmer, more vivid still.)
Seeing Maria's gaze turn around to meet her own is a prize amidst itself. She has only known the little princess a small amount of time but finds herself drawn the soothing light she exudes. It only seems natural to seek her out in the ball. "I am so very glad!" Lachesis says, nerves and excitement meeting up. "I was eager to spend more time together, if I am being honest. I hope you do not find that crass." And just like that Maria pulls them off to a new destination, baby bird flying off to a new perch. Maria might be younger, but her wings can soar far, far places that Lachesis does not know. The lioness' chest flutters. What is this? But just like that, Maria approaches dividing the sweet buns with the utmost care, leading Lachesis to safety and tending to her like she was her own. "We can split them in half. But really, anything is fine for me," she tries. "I wanted to give them to you." When was the last time anyone treated her with this much care? Lachesis reaches a hand up to her heart.
[Champagne ] - Imported from the western shores of the Adrestrian Empire, the school purchases 70 bottles of this stuff well in advanced for this day alone. The bartenders are under strict orders not to offer any student more than one glass.
So many faces, so many people to say hello to, but Lachesis cannot forget that kind and humble knight who helped her in her time of need. Yes, she had almost crumbled to dust back in the village, back where she wanted to forget everything and dissapear.
But now she was here, back at the academy, and standing on her own two legs. The lioness had somehow mended things with Finn as well. In the back of her mind, she knew she must pay respects to the one who helped her at her lowest.
"Sir Forsyth," Lachesis calls, heading through the crowded floor. Could he hear her? Finally, finally she heads to the precipice.
"Sir Forsyth, it is truly a joy to see you tonight. I wanted to express my utmost gratitude. You helped me at my lowest and that has carried me through all these months. You are an honorable and valiant man, Sir Forysth. You have my respect." "Please, accept this drink. I hope that we can become friends."
A familiar voice calls to Forsyth across the room--the lady lioness, Lachesis, strides towards him, good cheer and color on her face. It is lovely to see her in better spirits!
"Lady Lachesis! The joy is mutual!" Her words bear much, and Forsyth feels himself warm in pride. He is susceptible to praise, he knows this, but this is praise of the highest caliber, by a noble and honorable woman. "I am grateful that I was able to do so. And I must tell you, your presence helped me through those dark times as well."
He takes the drink, and raises it to the sky.
"A toast! To our friendship's health and prosperity!"
The enthusiasm is palatable as he turns around to meet her voice with cheer. It was wonderful to see him again, in a place surrounded by joy and good company rather than the misery in which they met. Lachesis' heart lightened. The lioness allows herself to smile wide. For once, she can rejoice in the pleasant company of another and be herself. Tonight, there be no masks or tricks, simply pleasant talk and dance. "It is my honor that I was able to do that for you," she tells him. Merely thinking of her time in Rusalka sends a dark chill down her spine. "I am here if you ever need a friend to lean on. Truly, I was very impressed with you and I hope to become friends..." The glass is lifted to the skies and everything else fades to dust. Perhaps now it is okay to drown in the felicity of the now - to allow herself that pleasure. "And to you, dear Sir Forsyth," she says more quietly.
c0mm of lachesis!!🌹🥀⚔️
a floret in the glow of dusk
Lachesis pins the small bell to her dress, a delicate reminder of the lady she used to be and the one she wishes to become. Yes, tonight she will return to the arms of grace and dance, if only for a few hours. Lachesis's brooch: small bell
Black Feather:
White Feather:
String of Pearls:
Small Bell:
Teardrop Crystal:
Date: Finn, Appearance: under the cut
