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Hello, and welcome to Serra’s blog! Find a quiet place to sit, say a prayer, and convince everyone around you you’re the best. Let me know if you need anything at any time, and I hope to write with you soon!
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Sweet Like Sugar
“You came all the way out here without Nils?” It seems... so out of character for Ninian, really! Not in a bad way! Just in a... Serra-can’t-quite-believe-it way! “Wow... you must have really wanted to see the academy.” Or there was more to the story that Ninian wasn’t telling her. But wasn’t there always? Ninian was sort of like that. Very to herself. Serra had come to accept that. Maybe... maybe things could be different, now? Now that the two of them... were reunited?
Eh... probably not. Serra wasn’t really the sort of girl that had lots of close friends like that. Even though Erk said he loved her, even he and her had a... distance, of sorts.
“A—anyway! Yeah! Erk’s here too! And some other people! Like Legault, and Heath, and Lloyd. The bad guy, Lloyd. But he’s not really so awful, really. And Karel. And Mark! Can you believe Mark’s here? I couldn’t either!”
She’s not sure how many of those names, other than Mark, Ninian will really resonate with. But Serra only knows about who she knows about, after all.
“Thanks... for the congratulations.” Her cheeks redden, a little. “Okay! Well, if you’re fine with us shopping together, we should get started! What sorts of things are you looking for? You said furniture... what do you already have, what do you need?”
The question feels like a slap.
Dame Serra doesn’t mean it like that — it’s a perfectly reasonable thing to wonder, in fact, seeing as she did go everywhere with Nils —; and she’s heard much worse than this besides. Still, the bluntness stings, no matter that Ninian can keep as much from her face. She swallows.
“ Ah... Yes, ” she begins, more quietly still than is her wont, “ I did... want to see it... I was educated at home, so... ”
She manages a smile, all too happy to let Serra fill the silence she leaves. That list is both longer and more concerning than she expected, but... Well, she will take the girl’s word for it. She nods once more.
“ I’ll be glad to see Mark again, ” is all she says, well-aware Serra couldn’t believe she was here either. “ And you are welcome, of course, Dame Serra. As for what I need... ”
As they set off, still arm-in-arm not unlike old friends, Ninian feels almost ordinary in spite of the great secret she keeps. If only all her days could be like this...!
fin.
May 2026
Status: Passed! Skill Points Gained: 1
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Playbill of a Melodrama (from Ethereal Ball)
Housekeeping
Tomorrow I will be here allocating my stat points and what-not. Today I am updating y'all with my threads! As I said on Fiora, let me know if I missed you, if you want to drop something, etc. We can continue ball things, let me know if you want to continue and I haven't, or if you don't want to and I have!
Tl;dr anything I said on Fiora applies here too ofc. 💖
What's what below the cut!
Night to Remember
The scenery is beautiful, but Erk can't help but to think that Serra is more beautiful. Despite the things that he has said, he has... always thought she was pretty. She, in all her beauty, looks like she belongs here far more than he does. She belongs in the midst of a party, where everyone can admire her. He belongs at the edges, quiet and alone, watching her with as much awe as anyone else.
But she is his. And he is hers. No matter what else happens tonight they have each other.
"Alright, I'm... yours for the night."
Just the night? Serra can't help but think.
After all these years of waiting for him, of chasing him, of longing for him, she hopes she's his for much, much longer than just one night.
She prays, as the two of them spill from the carriage and into the blissful, beautiful ball that she's been dreaming of (since, really, she was so small and young) that one day, he'll find it in him to promise himself to her forever.
But baby steps. She's alright with taking those with him. As long as he'll let her stay right here... that's what's important.
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[ SPILL ] - Whoops! Maybe you trip over something unseen underfoot, or maybe something fantastic catches your eye and has you looking anywhere but where you’re going. Either way, your drink is now half in your glass and half where it ought not be.
You know, right about now, Serra would usually be livid. Someone's tripped on her, depositing their drink onto the gorgeous, expensive fabric she's wearing. But the dress she's wearing tonight is black, and she's been practicing being calm and adult, and...
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... ... ... ...
No. Okay, no. She's still a little livid.
"Ha ha..." She smiles, but her brows are scrunched in frustration. "Y-- you should be more... careful..." Wow. Look at how mature and calm she's being! She hasn't killed this person! They're still living! How magnanimous she is! How kind! How wonderful! "Get me something to clean this up, please... and maybe I'll forgive you if you give me one of your flowers."
Serra's kindness truly knows no bounds.
@serraic It turns out: ‘ball’ is an easy word to spell. Only a few letters, and one of them repeats! B-A-L-L. One of the letters, A, Serra already knew, too: it’s the last letter in her name. In preparation for the ball, Serra bought her black dress, her dark make-up, and got her hair done… and she also learned how to spell ‘ball’. She repeats it now when she sees that familiar tuff of hair floating in the crowd, crown adorned. Serra beams and bounds up to him, offering him an orchid. She wonders if orchid is hard to spell… “Well? Have you been having fun?” she asks boldly and confidently. “… And did you end up meeting with anyone? A special someone, perhaps?…” Oh, c’mon. You know Serra can’t help but ask.
"Serra, you look beautiful tonight." Into a gloved hand the orchid is taken and tucked into the bouquet of received flowers. Notes of a soon to end waltz fill the hall as he offers out his own tulip to her.
"Fun? Quite a bit. Truth be told I haven't danced as much as I would like to, but in turn I've had fruitful conversations." The matter of meeting with anyone, especially a someone special-
He can't help but chuckle. "I arrived with a friend, to see he and his sister dressed up... It's something I've wanted to see like this since we were younger." The crown truly fit them both well.
Of course, Darios knows this is not what she is asking of him. "Have you been taking to heart the novels we've been learning? I suppose things like that do happen, but you're a much better suited protagonist for such things, don't you think?"
"Thank you!" Serra beams -- not all boys are dumb, it seems. Not Erk, and certainly not Darios. He says he hasn't danced enough, and really, if Serra weren't here with someone, she'd fulfill that want for him, but as it stands, she's promised to her favorite person already, and she'd rather neither of them end up in someone else's arms, if she can stop it...
It's nice he came with a friend, though, she... supposes. Ruby red lips pout slightly. It isn't the gossip she wants...
"Heh... You're right! I am a protagonist! But my boyfriend came in all black... so I thought I'd match him! It's just fun, for the night... I hope you don't worry about me. Already someone stupid who is part of my family is worrying about me."
Part of her family... It's been so many years since Hector said that: we're your family. Does he still feel that way?
Anyway! Enough about her! She beams up at Darios. "So, if you're here without someone romantically... I'll find you a date!" It isn't so much a request as it is a command that she is putting upon him. "There's tons of lovely, well-dressed people here... you deserve to have someone to dance with, at the least!" Gloved hands clap together, and amethyst eyes are on the hunt. "Do you have a preference between women or men? Hmm... either way, I think you ought to be the tallest of the pair... So that counts her out... Oooh, he's quite handsome... Hmmm..."
Hector drains the last of his coffee before approaching...Serra? That is her, right, under all the black lace and dark makeup?
The closer he gets, the harder it becomes to believe it's her. He'd expected her to float in on a cloud of flowy, sugary-bright fabric. He'd expected her to find him first, or at least to make enough noise that he hear her approaching. He certainly didn't expect to find her looking like a widow, and he's making no effort to keep the surprise off his expression
Hector gets within questioning range, and with his finger, he traces a circle in the air around his own face. "You sleep okay last night?" Then, even more concern in his voice, "What's wrong? Didn't I tell you to come talk to me if you need anything?"
For the briefest, barest of moments, it's... nice. The concern on Hector's face -- him leaning over and looking at her like he cares... It's... nice. How many times has she laid in the infirmary, alone, staring out an open window and wondering what it would be like if someone came and checked up on her, sat by her bedside, asked if she was feeling well? How many times has she closed her eyes and with all her might imagined that someone might appear, might take her from the cold and the ache of starvation in her stomach, only to open them and find a dispassionate, quiet room?
... But then it starts to register why Hector is being so nice, and she rolls her eyes so hard she actually gets a little dizzy.
"Nothing's wrong! Ugh, boys are so dumb. It's make-up. You're supposed to say, 'Serra, you're so gorgeous!' Or 'Serra, Erk is the luckiest man there is!' Erk is wearing black tonight, so I thought I'd match. That's the, like, thing about fashion, Hector... you're allowed to experiment and wear different things all the time... Even Erk understands that much!" Her arms are crossed over her, scowl matching the dreariness of her clothing. "I know you know nothing about these things, but, really, you should try to expand your mind. As a marquess and all, it's important that you know more about the world..."
(She's annoyed, a little, at herself, because there's still a small part of her that still feels a little warm that he's worried. Stupid...)
Two Normal Girls Who Aren't Depressed
↳ Serra & Panette TOA Ethereal Ball 2026
@classybrawler, continued from here:
Panette has been minding her own business, taking a moment to breathe by the chocolate table, seemingly mostly abandoned due to all the mishaps with the chocolate (she almost feels bad for poor Stefanelli), when suddenly a familiar voice rings out! Turning to face her with a smile, Panette is left momentarily stunned just by how fashionable Serra looks! The make-up, the dress, the ribbons; it is all quite stunning! So much so that she finds herself only being able to smile and nod until they sit down... Wherein she realizes she had forgotten to warn Serra about the issue with the chocolates, leaving her to stare awkwardly as she puts them to the side. Whoops. She shall have to remedy that in a moment. Serra seems to be able to move on quite swiftly from one topic to another in quite the invigorating way, Panette finds. "We really do look quite similar!" She chuckles, trying not to blush at being called cute. "Your outfit is absolutely breathtaking, Serra, I truly think it is one of the most gorgeous ones I have seen today." True, she may be a bit biased but hey. "Alas, I have been here for a year and I am yet to find any luck with romance." She shakes her head, smile still stuck on her face. "Mayhaps the lucky lady shall appear one day, but right now, it seems I am simply scaring away all the fish said to be in the sea." She chuckles. It is fine, it is not like she really expects anyone would fall in love with her anyways, she's long since accepted that. "I hope I shall get to meet this elusive boyfriend of yours at some point; I can only assume he is just as wonderful of a conversationalist as you are!" She smiles. He better be at the very least, her dear friend deserves someone who will treat her right. Glancing over to the chocolates again, Panette considers taking one or two, but truthfully, she does not care for confectionery enough to reach out. Instead, she offers what she knows to Serra. "I do not believe anyone has eaten those chocolates, if you still wish to consume them. I believe the chocolatier has simply underestimated the amount of attendees by a significant degree. That, or he is doing it on purpose, both versions have been floating around as gossip." She chuckles.
"Omigosh, thank you! I think the same of you! You look absolutely stunning!" It isn't the sort of fashion she normally goes for -- and in truth, neither is this -- but it is vibrant, and Serra is quite taken with vibrancy, even if her own clothing tastes tend to often be more minimalist.
Wait... okay. That thing Panette said about 'scaring away fish'. That's the sort of topic that needs chocolate to survive, she thinks. So Serra takes what she said to heart, about the chocolate being alright -- though one can see the bit of tentativeness on her face, still -- and opens them on her lap, taking one for herself and indicating that Panette ought to grab her fair share, too.
"Wait... what do you mean, scaring away? Surely you misspeak... You're gorgeous, you're lovely... what more could anyone want?" A year is a length of time. And Serra gets it -- she too would be in her own head about how long it had been. In fact, she had been, before Erk had confessed to her. She'd once believed herself completely unworthy of love. Even as early as last month, when she and Erk were still together... and vestiges of that still cling to her soul, but...
But surely Panette doesn't see that in herself! She's wonderful!
The Fox and the Cat
↳ Serra & Tamamo TOA Ethereal Ball 2026
@itsuwaru, continued from here:
Tamamo didn’t expect to be recognized, much less approached. Perhaps it was a given considering her position as a teacher, but even so throughout the entire night she tried to keep close to the walls, always away from the sine of chandeliers above and from the main activities held at the center of the ballroom. She was here to watch, come up with new ideas and take whatever chances she could to execute them- that’s it. The startle didn’t tear any yelps from her throat, however it did cause the fur on her tail to stand up as she turned around to glance at her new companion. Her voice was quiet- almost blending in with the music and noise from the crowd. “I don’t…think I know you.” She could easily be one of the students, but there were plenty within the clergy who also looked around that age. “I don’t know your boyfriend either, but…ah, I think I saw him in the halls before. That purple hair…hm, yes.” Messy purple hair, the face of a composed bookworm, if that was Erk- then indeed, Tamamo had spotted him in the distance and already decided he’d make for a fun target even though he was from another house. So, this was his little girlfriend? Interesting. She seemed like the time to squeal and whine if anything went wrong. Perhaps later she’d find out whether that was the case or not- right now it would be too on the nose, and she hadn’t observed anything she could work with either. “I’m Tamamo. But it seems you already know me, so. Nice to meet you, either way. Hehe.” The flower was accepted with a small smile and a careful gesture, before offering a tulip of her own. “Hm…thanks. I’m not used to parties like this.” The fox averted her gaze for a moment, golden hues wandering near the floor or around Serra’s silhouette for a moment. “I like your dress. It looks very…nice, yes. I like your makeup.” Small talk was something she always despised- it always felt meaningless. But this was a bit of a tough spot, feeling both stunned and pinned, so all she could do was go along with the conversation. Might as well, no? The more things to find out about others, the better. “What magic do you know?”
Honestly, Serra didn’t know her name. Tamamo… it was a pretty sounding name, she thought, the sort of name she hadn’t heard of before. But of course she hadn’t. They came from completely different lands, she was sure. Everything about Tamamo, from the cut of her hair to the fabric she was donning, told clearly the tale of a person from somewhere Serra’d never been.
… And the literal tail helped sell that, too. Serra knew people who weren’t all-human, but when they were in their human forms, they looked… well… completely human-like.
“Why, thank you! I think you look very lovely, too!” It was rare she was graced with the vision of such clothing like Tamamo’s… But fashion was fashion, and she could tell Tamamo was a beautiful woman, dressed well. “You know, I don’t know much about the sort of clothing you’re wearing… Is there a name for that type of dress? I’d love to learn more… I’m usually up to date on all the latest fashions, you see, but where I come from didn’t have anything like that…”
Still, there was a question to answer — and a question she was proud to answer. A black lace glove pressed to her swelled chest. “I do healing magic! Back in Elibe, where I’m from, you need a staff to summon healing magic, but I’ve taught myself how to do it without the staff, as they do in this land… It was a little difficult at first, but my devoutness to Saint Elimine won in the end! Hehe! I can also do a multitude of other complicated spells… I can unlock doors… Silence enemies… Send them to sleep… All sorts of things! I don’t fight, but I’ll do anything else. What about you? I’m sure your land must have fascinating spells, hm?”
[ CHOCOLATE ] - Stefanelli's has partnered with the monastery to make the most of the supplies left in excess of their workshops earlier in the year by offering packages of sweet chocolates for attendees. The offerings appear generous... that is, until you open your box to find it only half full.
"Panette!"
Erk had wandered off to get some food for the two of them, and Serra happened to be standing near the chocolate table... which is whereabouts she sees beautiful Panette. "Ohmigosh, you look, like, so stunning! Look at you! Wow... My boyfriend abandoned me for the moment, come, sit with me! Let's share some chocolate and flowers and talk!"
Panette doesn't truly have a choice in the matter...
In moment's time, Serra's found two little chairs tucked away, and is offering Panette one of her orchids and opening their chocolate box to find...
It's. It's half full. The look on Serra's face falls into disgusted.
"Um... Has someone else eaten out of this box before us?"
Without another word, she passes it on a table next to them. She's no longer in the state of her life where she needs to go dumpster diving for food. Best to leave that behind...
"Nevermind... Anyway, hi! You look so nice! Are you here with anyone tonight? I'm here with my boyfriend, as I said... Erk, did I mention? What about you?"
For once, though, they match! Serra, too, is wearing black. Head to toe, except for some ribbons accentuating her delicate dress, and dark make-up dots her eyes and lips. She smiles boldly.
"We look so alike right now... Hehe! You're so cute!"
"Weeeeell, Matthew!" What might she want, one may be asking? Oh, it's nothing big. Just the usual stuff. "You look very nice! I don't even see dirt on your cheek for once!" Is... that how she normally sees him?? "... Okay. Now it's your turn. Say, 'Serra, you're beyond compare!' Or... 'Serra, Erk sure is lucky!' Or... I don't know! Those are some good examples. In case you can't think up anything yourself. But you're quick on your feet, aren't you?" She's beaming broadly, black lace gloves folded over a bouquet of orchids. In fact, she's wearing all black. She even has on black make-up... "You better think up something nice! If you do, we can trade flowers!" Her smile, though, is bright and sunny as ever.
"For... once?" What. Just what does she mean by that?
You know what.
Nevermind.
"Woah. Serra. You look..."
Easier just to play along. Except that when Matthew goes to appraise Serra, that he might come up with a suitable compliment, he finds himself stunned into a brief disconnect with reality. Is this really Serra??
"... Different."
Okay. Uh. Not his brightest. To his credit, since he doesn't want her to start beating him up with that bouquet of hers, he's quick to course-correct:
"That is to say: absolutely gorgeous." He beams, cheeky, and dares to offer forth a hyacinth and a wink. "How's that?"
... Gorgeous?
From... Matthew?
Serra's many things, but she's not stupid. (... Well... She digresses, before those thoughts start overwhelming her.) That kind of compliment, from Matthew, of all people... that's definitely, uh. Rare.
"I suppose I can let you pass," she says, tips of her lips quirked high. She takes his hyacinth and puts it in her bouquet before offering him her orchid, eyes glittering.
"Heh. Thank you. ... Now, don't get the wrong idea! I'm very happy with Erk. It's because of him I'm dressed up like this, you know. He wanted to wear black, so..."
"Your dress!" Deirdre is thrilled to run into Serra at the ball again this year. She remembers quite well the stunning lavender gown the cleric had chosen last year while Deirdre herself had worn black. "We have swapped color pallets this year. How fun!" She gestures to the purple corsage Lord Sigurd has given her to compliment her white gown.
"Of course you look beautiful in any color! Perhaps next year we might coordinate!"
"... Ohmigosh!" slips out of Serra's mouth before she has the sense to staunch it -- and there she is, standing there like the little girl she is, and not the woman she's been trying to become these last few years.
As always, Miss Deirdre is absolutely gorgeous. Her dress is reflective and catches gasps of the stars and twinkles of the lights overhead. And Serra is...
Serra is in all black, just as Miss Deirdre had been in last year.
Serra laughs, lightly, trying to save herself. "How fun indeed! I'm matching my boyfriend, Erk, this year. Thank you, so do you! I'd love to coordinate with you."
C'mon, Serra, be brave, be brave! You're an adult, just like her, you can be brave, you can be bold, you can be...
"Here! Take an orchid, if you will! We have to stop meeting once a year like this... We should schedule something later!"
goth gf at the disco
↳ Serra & Erk TOA Ethereal Ball 2026
Today is the day of the ball and, as always, it is Serra's favorite day of the year. She is electric, on fire, energetic -- and now, she's donned in black and red, to match her stunning partner. She stands by his side, draping a black lace glove over the crook of his elbow, planting a red lipsticked kiss on her orchid before tucking it into the pocket of his vest.
"Do you want to dance? The White Heron Cup is coming up soon... I don't know if you know this, but I got lessons from Ninian. If you follow my lead, we have, like, a real chance." Purple eyes glimmer beneath pure black eye shadow in excitement.
@adalrikr
It's Gonna Be A Night! To Remember! Big Fun, ALRIGHT!
Though her mun is late, Serra certainly isn't -- she's on-time, beautiful, and with gorgeous, lace (and black! GASP) gloves wrapped around Erk's arm. To match his red and black outfit, she has a black dress of her own, with dark red ribbons accentuating the line of her low neck. She's come with orchids (and please imagine that's what's in her hair), and she is ready to mingle! Well.... as much as Erk will allow... Please feel free to send her asks!
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Tracker:
Tulip: Tamamo
Rose: Erk
Orchid: Panette
Lily: Mark
Hyacinth: Matthew
Status: Hiatus Skill Points Gained: 0
Gossiper's Tea
↳ Serra & Eliwood Tea-Time
@of-pherae, continued from here:
Eliwood approaches Serra with a crinkled smile. “It was terribly rude of me to keep you all waiting, but I’m sure with you here Hector has not wanted for company.” The pink pig-tailed healer is a bright and cheerful sort, radiant in her enthusiasm. A little too much for some but Eliwood finds her pleasant company. For the most part. “Might I join you?” He gestures toward the seat and when he receives confirmation, he seats himself across from her. “I hope Fódlan has been treating you well. Are you working with the church here?”
"Well, after all this time, you better join me!" she cries, part-joyful and part-indignant in the way that only Serra has fully and beautifully mastered. "Yes, I am! I've been here in Fódlan for... oh... a few years, now! I had to take a break, a bit, when I got sick..." She waves that subject off, an easy pass of her hands. "But! More importantly! I'm with someone, now! Hehe... did you expect that? It's someone you know, someone from Elibe... Can you guess? Hehe..." How funny would it be if Lord Eliwood thought it was Lord Hector? She'd simply lose her mind, honestly...
