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let me think about it

divinetyrfing:

“is that right…” sigurd hesitates. hearing her reassurance does none of what it should– if anything it only worries him more. it’s not like they have much time to think about it though, because they were already coming up to the back of the carriage. he frowns, adjusting himself so that he eventually sits sideways on celice, as if ready to hop off. his grip was still tight on the reins, but it wasn’t something he could maintain for a long time. he’d need to pass it off to lute very soon.

“alright, why don’t you show me how much about horseback riding you know?” baldr, he almost feels like a professor. sigurd doesn’t waste any time, handing her the reigns as he steps onto one of the stirrups; his other foot hanging in the air and his hands holding onto the saddle so he doesn’t lose his foothold.

he needed to be just a bit closer and then he knew he’d be able to do this. “get me in a bit closer if you can!”

She simply nods, taking the reigns as if she had been ready to do so this entire time-- mostly because she was. Her hands are positioned accordingly thanks to her years of research, as well as getting to observe the way Lord Sigurd held them. While not perfect by any means, Lute didn’t do too bad, which was a good thing considering the scenario they were in.

“Alright, I can do that.” Though she speaks with confidence, she hands don’t move, just holding the reigns with a grip so tight her knuckles turn white. Only after what feels like minutes does raise the reigns-- not too hard, and not too soft. The horse picks up speed, and thankfully for the two of them, she doesn't lose control! No falling off today, Sigurd. "Is this close enough?!"

#[ unlimited knowledge ]#[ sigurd ]#[ let me think about it ]#[ mission ]#sorry this is a lil shit oop))

the fairy’s key

diadic:

“ I’m not really sure how much else there was… ” Leif’s still trying to wrap his head around the fact that the tables have evidently turned. Though he had intially thought the woman’s interrogation of him had sprouted out of some error he had committed, she is the one to redo her garland now, and it is her who sounds as if she is copying his actions, eager to replicate something even he’s not quite sure he could fully fathom.

But to see her try so hard, to not give up even as frustration casts itself over her, inspires him to push his mind to depths he normally wouldn’t bother. Is it pity or sympathy for someone who goes as far as he might in endeavours that seem so impossible to reach?

Maybe it is both. Maybe it is neither. But whatever it might be, Leif speaks, letting his stream of consciousness unravel through unbridled speech.

“ Like I said, I was thinking of how much I’d like to see her. But… I guess I’m more selfish than that. I thought about what I was hoping she might look like if I could give her this in person. I hope she’s happy to have it. I want that— to see her smile and know I had been the one to cause it. ”

A dull ache and a heat spread through him as he puts feelings to words.

“ I… I want her in her entirety. ”

Lute opens her mouth, about to give him talking points so that he may continue-- but she’s soon shut down as he speaks, staring at him with wide eyes. It was clear that his words came from the heart, something that was both familiar and foreign to the young mage. While she meant every word that came out of her mouth, she was never able to speak so...lovingly.

Her face is practically on fire at this point, staring down at the roses and playing with the petals. Sure, she asked him to keep talking-- but she hadn’t expected him to go so far! This felt like something from a novel of sorts!

“I-- I see.” Lute paused, collecting herself before looking up at him with a neutral expression-- though the blush on her cheeks give away just how out of her element she was. “The person I’d like to give this to...I’m sure he’d laugh at me. He tends to tease me about my...lack of--” Knowledge? Understanding? “Mastery on the subject of romance.”

#[ unlimited knowledge ]#[ leif ]#[ the fairys key ]#leif chill out my guy ur killing her ))

where evil grows | derdriu

Death did little to deter Lute, that was why she volunteered to examine the crime scene. Really, she could have done it all on her own, but they insisted they follow her. So long as they didn’t get in her way, she didn’t really see the harm in it all.

“...Let me get a closer look.” Lute kneels, hands trailing up and down the body as she looks for anything out of the ordinary. “Do you know what happened,” she calls to the guard who escorted them, lifting the arms and checking the back and front. "One of the servants that work over by the Roundtable apparently found some creep hovering over this guy," the guard explains. "Her scream scared 'em off, but we haven't gotten far in trackin' 'em down..."

Interesting. So whoever did this probably didn’t finish the job completely-- perhaps. It wasn’t something she could confirm just yet, but it was a decent conjecture.

“What would they need to peel his skin off for? They were obviously doing more than just killing him-- it’s like he was being prepared for something.” Standing up, Lute brushes off her skirt before turning to the rest of her group. “He also has either internal injuries, or there was trauma on the inside of his mouth. I couldn’t see without taking a closer look.”

@ashenprofessor @aubins @aurheatum @making-dough

#[ unlimited knowledge ]#[ fbyleth ]#[ yuri ]#[ farina ]#[ rhea ]#toafantomloews2022 #flderdriu2022 #[ where evil grows ]

aimlessarchery

// group photo, everyone!

#[ into the unknown ]#[ portraits ]#I JUST SAW THIS NOW ITS SO CUUUUTE))#LUTE'S EXPRESSION HEEELP ))

December Activity Check

Status: Passed!

Points Gained:

Activity Check - Any+1

Allocation: +1 in reason

Weight of the World - Faith +1

Changes:

Faith E -> E+

#toaactivity #[ into the unknown ]

team preparations screen - & team derdriu

thyrosus:

“LORENZ HELLMAN GLOUCESTER—not that introductions that simple be in order. I am sure you have heard of me.”

The majority of faces are unfamiliar; it was much the same, last time, when he’d strapped his lance to his back and strode into the forest to catch up with the rest at the dawning of the early morning light. This time, he is prepared: here early, packed, flower affixed to his breast and expression a little too severe for a simple greeting. He does not mean to size up upon first impression, but he remains—

—concerned.

“It is a pleasure to make all of your acquaintances, and thank you for tireless work already.” A smile to Titania and Sharena both, despite the rather stern expression on his face. “I am exceedingly familiar with the streets of Derdriu—while I may not call it my home, it is a grand city and the beating heart of Leicester’s alliance. He is unfamiliar with them both, but cannot help but long for any amount of their zeal. He can only hope it will not be soundly crushed.

I would like to offer to navigate its streets, should we need it. Let us strive towards our duties together.”

The priest’s warning still plays in its head, a prayer to take in the Aquatic Capital’s… artistry an odd demand to relay from its heart.

He adjusts, for good measure, the flower pinned at his shirt. Just because he is in… a different uniform than he is used to, does not mean he should abandon all flair. Just because there is tension in the air, does not mean he can let all sense of poise fall to the wayside.

As before, a silent promise to himself, we will see this to the end.

❝ＴＥＡＭ　ＰＲＥＰＡＲＡＴＩＯＮＳ　ＳＣＲＥＥＮ．❞　【ｆａｎｔｏｍ　ｌｏｅｗｓ　ｔｅａｍ　ｄｅｒｄｒｉｕ．】

How typical of the Church to offer little to no information. Even in her short period of staying here, Lute could tell that they had many skeletons in their closet-- whether only figuratively or literal, she had no idea. In time all would become clear, but for now she must play along.

“I’ve heard of your family during my research of Fódlan-- Gloucester is known for its agriculture, from what I’ve read. And cattle breeding, of course.” She turns from Lorenz to the others. “I’ve never heard of you two though.” Now, it was time to introduce herself. It was a good thing she came prepared, handing each member of her group some sort of handwritten note...filled with nothing but Lute’s stats and abilities. Oh god.

“My name is Lute, Prodigy of the nation of Renais. You’re all quite lucky to have me come along-- I excel in every topic there is, from combat to survival.” A quick glance at the page shows a bunch of numbers next to various skills-- Magic 267, Bow 90, Flying 98...she even had a bunch of the names written on the bottom as if they were her references.

“I’m sure you will all suffice.”

#flderdriu2022 #toafantomloews2022 #[ unlimited knowledge ]#[ team preparations screen ]

viridescent-lance

let me axe you a question [Forsyth & Lute]

Starter for @prodigyofrenais

Forsyth leans against a tree, watching his breath cloud between sips of water. It's been a long day thus far, and it's still early afternoon. While he's no master of axes, Forsyth has a fair amount of experience chopping lumber and felling trees, so he figured this would be a suitable assignment to take.

While he was technically right, he hadn't accounted for just how little the students knew to start, if anything at all. Many are nobles, or come from more affluent families that never needed to procure their own firewood. He's had to teach them the grip, the difference between a felling and splitting axe, and even the proper distance to keep from a tree that another is cutting.

He’s in the middle of a particularly refreshing sip when a flash--fire magic, probably?--crosses his vision, and it’s just seconds later that the tell-tale sound of a tree about to fall reaches his ears. The shadow of said tree looming above him is also a pretty good indicator of the predicament Forsyth has found himself in, and he has no time to think as his body leaps into action of its own accord.

And he trips, over his own two feet, rolling unceremoniously as the tree narrowly misses his sprawling form. He looks horribly undignified right now, and to top it all off, he lost grip of his flask during the scramble. It’s almost certainly crushed beneath the weight of the recently felled lumber. Better it than Forsyth, but he does wish he could have saved both…

“Who did that? Felling a tree without proper warning can kill someone!” Forsyth yells, hoping to draw the culprit out as he pulls himself to his feet. From the scorch marks and the flash, whoever was responsible is almost certainly a mage, and an impatient one at that. Did they not listen to Forsyth when he told them the dangers of using magic for this job? Ugh, and the lumber is charred badly, enough that a lot of it is unusable for even crude woodwork. This is exactly what Forsyth was trying to avoid!

prodigyofrenais

Lute had no idea why she was made to go on this trip. She had read many a book about living in the outdoors, and while she’s never used them in a practical setting, Lute felt as if she could easily improve on their technique. An axe was boorish and took too long. Magic could cut down a tree in half the time it took with a regular old axe.

Her theory is soon proven to be correct when the tree falls from one powerful spell, tumbling over and just barely missing the man who had escorted all of the students here in the first place.

Oops.

“I didn’t see anyone else around, so I figured it would be safe.” She steps out towards him, looking up and down his person. “Plus, you didn’t get hit. You’re fine.” Lute made the executive decision to completely ignore that she nearly hit a man with a tree, leaning down to observe the fruits of her labour. “Using magic is much safer than an axe if you’re proficient enough— there’s no risk of getting cut! Plus, I was able to control the intensity of the flames so that a forest fire could be avoided.”

The axe given to her at the beginning of the trip is now in her palm, and while she is holding it correctly, her posture is ever so slightly off. “It just has to be cut into smaller pieces and then it can he used to kindle a fire. Are you sure you should be the one teaching us? It seems you lack any sort of foresight.”

#[ unlimited knowledge ]#[ forsyth ]#[ mission ]#[ let me axe you a question ]

the fairy’s key

diadic:

“ Did I? ” Leif asks completely genuinely. He doesn’t doubt for a moment that she’s right in that there must have been a mistake made on his part, not when she’s so confident and he’s the student in this little interaction. He’s completely out of his realm of expertise here, even if he’s an earnest learner when it comes to all things.

Surely this is just another fault, another way his weaknesses manifest. But what was it? Was it the way his flowers had already been a bit used before he tried again? Did that have an effect?

As he’s puzzling over it, the woman beside him offers up another possibility, one he nods along with.

“ Maybe you’re right. I admit I was thinking of something. ” Leif sets down his garland on the table’s surface as he tries to navigate the task of explaining something that doesn’t come so naturally to him. “ I was thinking about the person I wanted to give it to actually. She’s very elegant and good with these types of things, so I was thinking how I’d like to make something she’d be willing to wear. I promised I’d buy her a tiara, but… for now, I thought this might work until I can. ”

A pause as he contemplates over his feelings, as awkward as they are. He scratches the side of his cheek as he confesses, “ I guess… I was also thinking of how much I’d like to see her. She’s usually been beside me, so it’s a bit strange now that she’s not. I’m not used to it. ”

Being unable to understand something frustrates her to no end and this is no exception, no matter how minuscule the problem was. While the two didn’t come out looking identical, her garland was still scientifically perfect. Whether or not his looked ‘better’ was entirely up to personal preference and opinion— and Lute cared little about pleasing others.

As he began to explain his thought process, Lute felt…strange. She no longer felt frustrated from a lack of understanding, but rather from understanding all too well. “I see. That…must be why, then.” And without saying another word, Lute grabs her garland and begins to unweave it as delicately as possible, not wanting to ruin a single petal or stem.

Pictures of a certain redheaded monk flashed in the back of her mind as she started over from scratch. She followed her own mental guide step by step, but this time continued to think about her friend back at home.

“…I see.” The finished garland was placed gently on the table, and while it didn’t look exactly like Leif’s yet again, it showed progress— there was more emotion behind her craft. “So that was it. Tell me— what else were you thinking about? There must be more to it— mine still looks nothing like yours!”

#[ unlimited knowledge ]#[ the fairys key ]#[ leif ]#[ mission ]

let me think about it

divinetyrfing:

“that’s too dangerous. what if you destroy the goods too in the process?” sigurd frowns, somehow able to keep a conversation despite the high speeds they were going at. “and you’re still just a student.” he glances back at her for just a second. “sorry but as a knight of seiros i can’t allow it. we have to come up with something else.”

they’d have to come up with something fast, too. sigurd could already see the bandit group in the (granted, still very far) distance. the question was, what could they do? sigurd was a close range fighter, not an archer or a mage. if he could just get on the carriage himself someway, he imagined he could get it stopped… well, there’s an idea.

“do you think you can keep celice going this speed once we get a little closer?”

He made a good point, that much she couldn’t deny. Still, that gave him no excuse to minimize her abilities. “I might be a student, but I’m no child! Back in Magvel I was a level 267 mage— and I could easily out class any mage here in Fódlan.” But she decided against her plan. Even if what she came up with would obviously be superior to anything he could come up with, it wouldn’t be hard for him to stop her mid cast.

“Of course I can! I’ve reach much on horseback riding— it should be a piece of cake for a genius like myself!” Now, what could he be thinking? From the look of him, she could tell that he only had melee weapons on his person— ah, she understood, now. He planned on jumping onto the cart. Oh well, she wouldn’t stop him.

#[ unlimited knowledge ]#[ sigurd ]#[ let me think about it ]#[ mission ]

jadesnapart

Merry Christmas! All I have to offer is some Xmas Lute WIPS. she’s just so cuuuute ;__;

#[ into the unknown ]#[ portraits ]#I KNOW CHRISTMAS JUST ENDED BUT THIS IS SO CUTE!!! ))

helleonne

weight of the world

prodigyofrenais:

Their yelling seemingly has no effect on Lute, standing tall (well, as tall as she could manage) as they really laid into her. Her companion put it just as she would have, had she had a moment to talk before the Knights grabbed the pair. “I’m capable of walking on my own, thank you!” But they didn’t care for her halfhearted cry, practically tossing her out of the courtyard, landing on her arm with a thud.

“Ow–” How could they feel justified in doing something like this to a scholar such as herself? Oh well, they were lucky she didn’t come prepared– she currently in lesson 89 or 125 in her self defense lessons.

She makes an attempt to push herself back up using her arm, only to wince at the shooting pain. Ah, it seems that she sprained it during the fall. That was unfortunate. “Well, it seems that our mission is complete. I will be on my way now.”

Though Raigh cared little for being treated like luggage, he knew he likely wasn’t going to be thrown in some dungeon just for this mess and instead focused on putting little resistance to make it as painless as possible. Judging by how his companion’s verbal struggling was doing for her, he’d made the right decision as he curled in on himself to make the inevitable fall less detrimental.

There the woman groans a bit in pain, but she still was attempting to maintain the same well put-together aura she had been exuding before even as her expressions betray her.

All she had to do was take one step and Raigh knew what was wrong. He shoots up, dusting off his uniform as he grabs her wrist to stop her as he casts his charge of Recover on her.

“ There. ” He releases his grasp on her, taking a step back to look at how the sprain on her arm was doing. “ I couldn’t stand seeing you walk around like a toddling infant. …That’s all. ”

prodigyofrenais

The moment his hand grabs her, Lute is prepared to pull away, calmed only by the light radiating from his palm. She recognized it to be some sort of healing spell— recover, most likely— and her attempts to struggle cease as quickly as they began.

“Your healing magic is adequate, thank you.” She smiles confidently, turning her back to the younger mage and just…walking off.

…

And she was gone, completely out of sight.

#[ unlimited knowledge ]#[ raigh ]#[ weight of the world ]#[ mission ]#[ end chapter ]

weight of the world

helleonne:

“ They’re not clearing out! They’re just leaving here to go hunt down any clergy member they can find elsewhere to complain about the two of you!! ” they yell, exasperated and frenzied. Raigh winces, making no effort to hide how disgruntled he is to now have to deal with this person yelling at him instead of some random person visiting. Heedless of his reaction, the clergy member continues, “ Do you have any idea what kind of things they’re saying about you two?! You’re making the Church come off as callous and untrustworthy! ”

“ Then don’t bother letting them in at all, ” Raigh retorts. “ You’re the one that saddled us with the job you didn’t want to do. You don’t get to complain about how crappy a job we’re doing if you’re not doing it either. ”

Raigh had thought that he’d already heard the person scolding them get to their most annoying, but apparently they still had volume left in them, held back until precisely now.

“ That’s! It!!!!! Knights! Please escort these two out, for the love of Seiros!!! ”

At that moment, the knights who had been trying to do their patrols came rushing in, apprehending Raigh and Lute the moment the clergy member had pointed an accusing finger at them.

“Ow--” How could they feel justified in doing something like this to a scholar such as herself? Oh well, they were lucky she didn’t come prepared-- she currently in lesson 89 or 125 in her self defense lessons.

#[ unlimited knowledge ]#[ raigh ]#[ weight of the world ]#[ mission ]

stormdive

send a number for a starter / drabble , or send ✦ to have one picked at random !

a collection of kiss prompts , both platonic && romantic , adapted to ask meme format per this list . none are explicitly nsfw , but may imply or lend to such . minor content warning for alcohol .

1 . ‘ good morning ’ kiss . 2 . kiss on the forehead . 3 . drunk / sloppy kiss . 4 . awkward kiss . 5 . angry kiss . 6 . ‘ i’m sorry ’ kiss .

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#[ into the unknown ]#idr my tag for asks ))#thisll just be aus ))

constanzea

let the caged bird sing

A sharp bump in the road jolts you awake from your slumber–immediately, you can tell that something isn’t right. When you fell asleep, it was on solid ground, under white tents of the Church of Seiros. But now you find yourself sitting in some kind of wooden cage, rocking back and forth as you travel on an ill-maintained road. You hear horses nickering, people speaking in a strange language, the steady creaking of wheels beneath the floor… and the rattling of the chains that bind your feet to the person next to you, a fellow abductee. If you want any chance of escaping from here, you better hope it’s someone you like! [ Grants Any Skill +1]

Constance awakens with a sharp jolt, metal cuffs digging into her ankles. It takes a moment for her to make sense of her surroundings. She’s sat in a wooden cage that appears to have a thick blanket draped over it. A little sunlight trickles in, just enough for her to see but the cage is mostly cast in dark shadows. Worst of all, she’s chained to someone.

Had she been alone, her magical prowess would allow her to simply destroy her restraints and make an escape. Preferably draped in that thick blanket. At such close quarters though, she would have to be careful not to injure the other person fool enough to end up in this situation with her.

At least, Constance thinks, they may be able to assist her once they’re both thrown into the midday sun.

Using her free leg, she nudges the figure next to her. Purple haired. Scrawny. Likely a student of the magical arts as she is. Obviously her inferior - no one was as talented and conscientious a mage as Constance von Nuvelle, after all. Still, perhaps her companions talents would prove useful. Would serve to augment her own.

The student (she wears the uniform of the Officer’s Academy) does not stir.

“Wake up, this instant! I must insist upon it,” Constance hisses, trying not to let her irritation show too much. Surely the other party will be as eager to leave, once she wakes from her slumber. Eyes flutter open and Constance allows herself a short sigh of relief. She smiles amicably at her companion - hopefully her escape partner. “It appears we’ve been kidnapped. Luckily for you, you are in the presence of the scion of House Nuvelle - Fodlan’s premier and most exalted house of mages. I assure you, we shall be free of our binds most swifly!”

She cannot hold back a grimace.

“I fear I do have one tiny weakness. Sunlight. That’s where you come in, I must beg you aid in encouraging me to leave with you once we are both free. Such a generous offer is one you simply cannot turn down.”

@prodigyofrenais

prodigyofrenais

One of the things Lute hated the most was being disturbed. Under normal circumstances it would have been easy to ignore whoever it was trying to rouse her from her slumber, but upon opening her eyes she quickly realized that these circumstances were far from normal.

“House of mages?” That quickly piqued her attention, no longer concerned over the fact that she had been kidnapped. “I’ll help you, but first you have to show me your magical abilities.” She would not be outclassed by a self proclaimed ‘premier mage’. Until she knew just how potent her magic was, this ‘Lady Nouvelle’ was a threat.

Without another word, practically ignoring what the other woman had said about her weakness (oh, but she hadn’t ignored it. What a foolish woman to admit something so freely,) lifted her bound wrists, easily conjuring a flame in one of her palms to burn away the ropes. She didn’t need anyone else’s help. “There, surely you can do that much too, right? Get out of your restraints and I’ll help you.”

#[ unlimited knowledge ]#[ let the caged bird sing ]#[ constance ]#[ mission ]

moorhacca

Prodigy

#[ portraits ]#[ into the unknown ]

prodigyofrenais

let me think about it

You make arrangements with the village for part of the delivery to be sent ahead early, hoping that it will reach its destination safely with a less conspicuous party. In the early hours of the morning these villagers arrive at your camp, and after a few words and easy smiles you watch them pack their wagon with your gifts and go on ahead of you. An hour later, another set of villagers arrive at your camp, insisting that they are here to pick up part of their shipment, as arranged. They even show you the letter that you sent to them confirming the exchange, something those first villagers definitely didn’t have. A fast rider should be able to catch up to the thieves! [Grants Riding or Flying +1]

@divinetyrfing

It only made sense for Lute to be put in charge of something so important– there was certainly no one better than her when it came to making arrangements. The shipment was put together in advance under her watchful eye, packed perfectly so that nothing would be broken by the time it arrived to its destination.

Yes, so long as no one else got involved everything would go smoothly.

When the day of the delivery arrived Lute arrived just on time– after all, there was no reason to show up early. They were expected at a specific time, which meant they would have no reason to be there early. It was flawless logic.

Imagine her shock when she made it to the meeting point and saw a group of villagers and no cargo for them to take. No one else was scheduled to be here… “You, over there.” She points at Sigurd, clearly unamused. “Did a group of people pick up the cargo before I got here? Because they’re thieves. You let the shipment get stolen.”

This had to be his fault. It definitely wasn’t because she did all of the planning on her own and didn’t trust anyone else with simple details like there being a letter of confirmation or what time they were supposed to be there.

No, this wasn’t her fault at all.

“Get your horse. I’m going to ride after them— it’s your decision if you want to ride with me or not.”

baldramuste

“yes–?” an accusatory hand is thrown sigurd’s way, and sigurd knows he’s already lost any attempt at defending himself. so what he had thought had been villagers in desperate need of help had really been a group of thieves taking advantage of him. his bleeding heart makes itself known once again. “baldr, i’m sorry. i didn’t stop to think.” he curses himself for his stupidity, already racing to climb atop celice to give chase to the bandits.

no one had told him anything of the sort about a letter, but even then sigurd sees no universe where this wouldn’t be his fault, or where he wouldn’t have to be the one to fix it. he could give as many excuses as he wanted and that wouldn’t change.

on his horse now, he doesn’t waste any time. “i’ll take care of it.” he glances at lute with a serious gaze for just a moment before kicking celice into a gallop. he wouldn’t allow them to get far, whether lute was going to help him out or not.

prodigyofrenais

Well, at least he took responsibility rather quickly. Most would defend themselves, say it couldn’t have been their fault because they didn’t know, but not this man. Perhaps she would forgive him if they managed to retrieve the cargo with relative ease.

“I’m coming with you. Move over.” This would have been far less troublesome if the school had just given her a mount instead of making her take a course first. She knew all there was to know about riding a horse already— the fact that she wasn’t already in their master classes was insulting.

Still, she hops on the back of Celice, grabbing onto the knight’s waist as they rode off after the thieves. “We have to slow them down— once they see us they’ll probably make chase.” Lute sounded quite calm considering the situation they found themselves in. “I’ll throw a fireball at them.”

Huh?

#[ unlimited knowledge ]#[ sigurd ]#[ let me think about it ]#[ mission ]

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