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[minorindech]

And if you go chasing rabbits

@ulircursed | bow +1

Bernie wondered how mad anyone might be if she had said no. If she had simply accepted the failing grade and refused to show up to this absolutely insane assignment. They couldn’t really be allowed to do this, could they? To send students out into the Sealed Forest on their own and expect them to just...to just fend for themselves!?

Bernadetta didn’t know what was worse. How mad her father would be if he heard she participated and died or if he heard she didn’t participate and embarrassed him.

She wished she was one of the hunters. At least that wouldn’t have been too bad. Bernie was good with a bow, and she could’ve just hung out at the edge of the forest and came back to tell them she couldn’t find anyone! It would’ve been easy! But no, she had to be prey and run around all terrified at the thought of someone hunting her oh Goddess what if it was someone actually good?!

(Worse, what if it was someone bad who didn’t know how to aim or shoot a bow properly and they tried to shoot her to stop and they missed and shot Bernie somewhere vital and she died because that would be just her luck to die in such a sad, pathetic way, oh Bernie how were you going to get out of this one you unlucky, unloved, stupid girl!?)

Bernadetta took a step and a branch cracked with a loud sound under her foot. She squealed and froze, quickly clapping her hands over her mouth as she looked around. Did they hear that? They couldn’t have heard that. There was no way anyone heard that, right?

[gentlenekomata]

[ TXT ] : Thank you. He has been doing very well. [ TXT ] : [photo attached: cranberry.jpg] [ TXT ] : I have never been to a pet meetup before, but if you think it's a good idea for him to be socialized with other birds, I can try it once. [ TXT ] : Is there anything I should bring? [ TXT ] : Besides the usual things he would need for an outing, that is.

sms exchange ; still accepting!

She stared at the attachment for a while, before replying.

[ TXT ] : My my, he has grown so fast!

[ TXT ] : (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

[ TXT ] : I'll suggest you bringing a blocnote to write some useful information and perhaps some snacks to share with the other pet owners!

[ TXT ] : Making friends is important!

[ TXT ] : ヾ(＾ ∇ ＾)

[gentlenekomata]

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"I gave Andrei an egg once… I didn’t expect nothing in return and I wasn't even sure that he actually apprecieted it... But he took such careful, patient care of it!" she still remembered the moment she handed over the egg: he seemed surprised, but glad.

"When that tiny bird finally hatched, I felt so proud of him. He’s kind, even if he doesn’t always show it openly. I’m really glad I gave him that gift—it brought us a little closer, in a way I didn’t expect!" she giggled, knowing that Cranberry would always symbolize a great token of responsability and trust.

[gentlenekomata]

"Ah..." He'd planned, vaguely, to pay her a visit at a later date, perhaps when Cranberry is more grown, but there are certainly worse places for this introduction.

Andrei reaches for the young bird perched upon his shoulder, taking him into his hand and smoothing down any errant feathers, adjusting the little bowtie around his neck. "You are about to meet someone very important," he says when the pigeon looks up with a curious squeal at the sudden fussing, "She is the one who gave you to me, after all."

It is when he is satisfied with the young bird's presentation that he approaches her. "Lady Sakura," he greets with an incline of his head, "Please allow me to introduce — this is Cranberry." The young pigeon fluffs his wings, looking up at her with a cheerful peep.

"He hatched from the egg I received from you," Andrei explains, "Which I have not yet had the chance to thank you for. I am very grateful for your thoughtfulness." He gives a light bow. "Caring for him has been a pleasure."

Sakura expected to meet several people during the evening, but among them all, she did not expect such pleasant surprise and astonishing introduction: Andrei greeted her with a rather unique company… a bird. And of course, as soon as the petite priestess put her eyes upon the little guy, she immediately knew that she did good to entrust such cute little egg to a man like Andrei. She actually wondered so many times how he had been doing with the egg, with the care-taker role and the importance of giving others love and affection. She was gladly amazed and she actually felt a little bad for not having paid a visit since the last time they met, during the Valentine’s event.

“I’m…speechless, truly” she simply stared at the birb with dreamy eyes, her lips curling into an ecstatic smile as she was so curious about how Cranberry grew with him and how he changed his life in better. “Please, tell me more! I’m so curios now!” the petite priestess tilted her head, smiling at the little creature and she cautiously drew near with a finger to pet his fluffy plumage. “He’s so soft! ♡” she couldn’t hold the enthusiasm and she burst into a soft laugh.

“Mind if I offer you something to drink? I’d love to spend some time with my little… nephew” and she exchanged an amused expression with Andrei, hoping to get to know more about their little adventure.

[avemaera]

ulircursed:

I would appreciate this invitation more if Sigurd's attendance did not lead him to cut through my army en route.

i saved you some murder cake

[avemaera]

this is gospel ♚ arvis//andrei

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]

@ulircursed

Though he wakes with a start, consciousness finds him slowly. It had been a very long and deep sleep, but hardly restful. Aches line his body, and his mind drudges through a fog. The constant and uneven rocking of his frame does nothing to soothe either, and he lifts his hands to attempt it himself. An unfamiliar weight drags them down, and he now sees with a stark white clarity when his eyes fall upon the shackles that line his wrists.

His blood runs cold, and seconds stretch on for eternities. Drinking in every sound and sensation. Arvis stares down in denial and bargain, demanding that this still be a dream. But it was all too tangible and real. Perhaps this was not a nightmare, but he has had this one before; and waiting at the end of this road was a pyre.

He did not have the time for delusions. Flesh or fantasy, he needed to live. Frantically, Arvis pulls at the chains and scratches at his wrists. Trying to find any weakness or gap in them. Another bump jostles him and his attentions, and finally they shifts away from himself. Towards the man he had not realized he shared this prison with.

Recognition does not come immediately in his adrenaline fueled mind. But after a moment of searching the man’s face, he finds he knows exactly who this is.

“You...”

It comes out sounding more small and frightened than he has ever meant.