#aeolera

[heavenswrath-blog]

aeolera replied to your post: aeolera replied to your post: ooc; whoa i didn’t...

WOW GOSH NO WINDYFINGERS 4 U

B-but

IT'S NOT LIKE I WANT YOUR WINDYFINGERS OR ANYTHING B-BAKA

[heavenswrath-blog]

aeolera replied to your post: ooc; whoa i didn’t remember Figaro was a desert...

come back and talk when you have a flying tower hobag

wOW YOU DON'T EVEN GO HERE???

[sexy-machinist-blog]

aeolera started following you.

Although briefly surprised by the woman's appearance, Edgar flashed his usual flirty smile at her and extended a hand in greeting. She reminded him just a bit of Terra's odd form, yet there seemed to be an undercurrent of violence about her that he hadn't experienced before. New things had always been hard to resist.

"Greetings, m'lady. I'm Edgar. Edgar Figaro." Reaching for her hand to raise it to his lips, the king looked up at her from beneath his lashes, hoping his looks would work their usual magic. "May I ask for your name?"

[warlxrd-blog]

[certainly didn't expect to see Golbez here, and not clad in armour darker than the night once more. She's more stunned than anything else, and filled with some kind of childish glee, which is quashed down as she appears before him, feet firmly on the ground.] ... My Lord.

>Golbez turns to her, pleased to see her again, though she should have been back in Zot.

Barbariccia, what brings you here? I trust all is well.

[mountordeals-blog]

aeolera asked you:

[had been following him discreetly for some time, just wanting to see him walk and talk and work; it's annoying, but it's kept her safe so far. She is still herself though, and she can't keep quiet without it making her antsy. She chooses to appear some way ahead of him sat on a ledge and glaring at him haughtily] I didn't think you would still be running around.

Training barely keeps Cecil from jumping when he sees and hears her. Despite his vigilance, he had not expected she might still, somehow, be alive. 

"I have people to protect. I cannot afford to be defeated," he retorts, missing half the contempt in her voice. His hand slips down to the hilt of his sword, though he does not plan to attack unless the need arises. After what he's seen of Golbez and Kain, his nerves are raw and his guard is high, but he manages restraint. "Were you not slain?"