#a-zif

[stcrmborne]

“   What are you doing? I see you everywhere writing in this little book. ”

Caught somewhat off guard, the young druid very nearly slammed shut the booklet clutched in her fingers out of reflex. Amber eyes darted up in search of the one who had addressed her, and to her credit they widened only a fraction in surprise of the other’s appearance. The woman could only be described as luminous with her hair, eyes, and complexion, and although Rhaya did a fantastic job of not openly gawking, she did freeze in place a few seconds longer than the situation warranted as if stunlocked by the woman’s radiant appearance. “Ah, well, I’m trying to get a better idea of the city’s layout,” she stammered. Not as eloquent as she would have liked, but another pat on the back for not relaying her true intentions. She very well couldn’t say ‘Casing the joint’, which was the first thing that had sprung to mind – Not that the crew of the Drunken Calamity were planning a heist or any particularly nefarious activities, mind you, but it never hurt to be prepared and know your surroundings. “See?” she prompted after another moment, clearing her throat to gain more traction in the conversations. With a flick she popped open a relatively safe page of notes and flipped the book around to show the other, stepping closer so she could read her small, looping handwriting. “So are you from around here?”

[starlixir]

Digging into the records for: @a-zif

Reading:

“Is there someone you hold dear?”

❖

"Is there someone you hold dear?"

The words replayed in her mind over and over again. The way it is worded too made Nova freeze in her spot with a mixed expression, torn between a thoughtful look and an almost sadness look. One that told that she didn't enjoy going down memory lane at the moment. Perhaps it's the mere thought of wanting to go through it again with the pain stabbing her like shards of glass. The way it weigh heavily on both her shoulders (making her slouch slightly) and her chest (but not quite making it hard to breathe).

Not daring to close her eyes, there's a long draw of sigh pushing past her lips. And the next moment, a soft smile formed on her lips, barely dragging the edges upwards.

❝Do I have to pick one? There's a lot of someone I hold dear.❞

[stcrmborne]

❛ the gods must be angry. i sense a storm brewing. ❜ 

Rhaya had been trying her best not to stare, she really had; but when the ethereal-looking stranger turned her way and spoke, the young druid stumbled over her own words in her haste to respond and gave herself away immediately. “It’s going to be a big one for sure. Hurricane by the time it hits land, I’d reckon.” Finally given the excuse to fully look at her, it was all she could do not to gawk. Everything about her screamed celestial in nature, and she found herself wondering if she was like her, somehow. The storm was a good icebreaker though. If there was one thing the druid knew, it was weather patterns. This one was going to be a doozy; she could feel it as well. It was why their crew had opted to heed her advice and dock in port to seek shelter until it passed, though Rhaya warned them it would likely take days to clear and they would be safer inland. While the captain had obliged and agreed to docking, he remained obstinate to straying too far from the ship and all their supplies. Wherever the captain went, the officers rarely strayed too far. Tearing her attention away from the woman, Rhaya instead turned her gaze in the direction she knew the sea to be. From this part of town, the ominous, rolling wall of dark clouds looming on the horizon would not be visible. Despite it being miles and miles away though, the air was already heavy with the coming storm. “So are you… clairvoyant to some extent?” the young druid asked, hoping that wasn’t too bold a question.

[thcdoomeda]

for the height meme! azif is 5'0 🥺

Send your character's height and I'll compare it to mine. || accepting [🏹]

|| @a-zif

Oh she is a small. I stan the short characters though, can relate.

[saintsdawn-archive]

a garlic crown for flo (✿◡‿◡)

they’ve seen crowns made of twigs, vines, and grasses. decorated with flowers and leaves and smelling sweet, these crowns never fail to brighten their day. and while a smile etches itself on florence’s face, there’s confusion in their eyes. 

“ this is. . . unique ! ” unappreciative isn’t the right word. a gift is always appreciated, but this gift is stunning ( in more than one way ). even so, the way in which florence holds it close suggests that they won’t be parting with it. “ you know, i think i’ll look positively regal under this crown. ”

[soulskept]

@a-zif : holiday starter !!

" azif !! " eulalie cries out to her aasimar companion , laughter tickling the back of her throat , blossoming like flowers into warmth in her voice. with much enthusiasm , she gestures to the ground , white & fluffy with snow , & the soft imprint her body had left there. " look , i made a snow angel ! it reminds me of you ! "

[celestialdetected-moved]

"You know, I've always liked the temple in the morning." Arawn tipped his head back, watching the dawn filter through the stained glass windows. Temples held a sort of magic in the morning, a hushed stillness that Arawn loved.

Maybe it was the Dawnfather's presence, Lathander rising to greet a new day. "It's peaceful. Things are so rarely peaceful anymore, you know?"

@a-zif liked for a starter.

[countercharmda]

He's never put much thought into temples and their sanctuary. While his parents have reached out to gods far more diabolical than the Morninglord, it had always been in secret -- and young Serendipity was good at finding secrets. Not as good at figuring out what they meant, though.

But if someone like @a-zif was so devoted to Lathander, surely this god would be kinder than Bane? The temple made in his name is awe-inspiring and sturdy, and he feels welcome as the aasimar sits across from him. " Anything you ask, " she says, smile warm, " I'll answer as honestly as I can. "

Curiosity, it seems, is easier to embrace than guilt.

" How did you -- know, I suppose, that this was where you were meant to be? " asks the bard after a moment. His thumbs worry one another where his hands are interlaced on the modest table. " Did Lathander tell you himself who you are, or was it more -- something you just, knew? "