#aphmonacobenoit

[songsinseaminor]

@aphmonacobenoit

If anyone asked, Roderich was most certainly not interested in finding the apparent “soulmate” detailed in the poem he’d received. That’s the answer he would give, but said answer wouldn’t really match up with the fact that he had spent a good portion of the day walking about town, trying to find out if there was even a place to gamble there.

After some asking around, and probably casting too much of a suspicious light on himself, he managed to find access to a slightly more unknown place to gamble, within the town’s inn.

And that’s where he was, standing awkwardly in the entrance, looking very much lost and out of place. Perhaps this was a bad idea, he thought, and he should just go back home.

[natalia-the-pearl-blog]

Sylvia walked up and down the streets, completely lost when, of course, it started soaking. Swearing, she ran, looking for some sort of shelter. Luckily, she spotted a boat docked at the pier. As she got closer, she realized it was a cafe. Thanking whoever anchored the boat here, she ran inside and looked for a waitress. "Got anything that could cheer someone up?" she asked.

Natalia turned when she heard the doorbell chime, not expecting anyone to come into the cafe when: a) it was pouring, b) she wasn’t docked at her normal port in Treowa, and c) the waves were rocking the boat quite a bit. She was thinking about going for a swim before this, honestly, but the girl’s question caught her attention.

“I don’t know about that, but I have some towels to dry you off. I mean, of course, I have food, but–” Natalia faltered, not wanting to show a lack of confidence in her cooking, but knowing in the back of her mind that humans tended to have regional preferences and she wasn’t from here. 

“You look soaked to the bone, I think a towel may be more welcome... then perhaps some fish soup? I’m not sure about that cheering you up, either– I don’t know you. It will certainly make you warmer, though, if you’re buying.”

[songsinseaminor]

@aphmonacobenoit

Here he was, washed up on shore again like some damn idiot. 

One would think that, after a close call recently, Roderich would decide to stay as far away from the shore as possible to avoid something like this happening again. But he hadn’t, and now he here was, stuck. Luckily, this time, it wasn’t an injury that had him trapped. This time, he found himself sitting in the sand, trying, but failing, to untangle some sort of rope, or perhaps a tattered piece of net, from his fins.

As he grumbled and cursed humanity for being such slobs, he thought he saw someone nearby, just further away from the shore. He thought to call out for help, but immediately stopped himself. No, no, he couldn’t lower himself to that level.

Now hopefully whoever it was wouldn’t see him.

[halvhavfrue-blog]

@aphmonacobenoit

It was a gorgeous day outside on the island of Utopia. Not too hot or too bright but just warm enough that she didn’t need a coat. It was difficult for her to focus when she was working with her clients since she would definitely rather be outside than inside. Finally she was finished for the day and after she said goodbye to her last client for the day, she stepped outside with a book that she had acquired recently. She had wanted to read it for a while and since it was so gorgeous out, it would be a crime to read it inside.

Lise made her way to a park near where her apartment was and settled down in a nice quiet spot. A lot of the time she would want to be doing something physical but since she had been working out most of the morning she would be overdoing it. She opened her new book and began to read.

[hotheadedchild]

@aphmonacobenoit

Sometimes, being the typical eight year old he was, Örjan was prone to making bad decisions.

Climbing a tree in his dragon form was his most recent one.

Several feet off the ground was the little dragon, clinging tightly to the branch he was on for dear life. It had seemed like a good idea to start with, but now he wasn’t quite sure how to get down. When he finally spotted someone passing by, he called out.

“Uh-- hey! I need help...”

[faeriemedic-archive]

@aphmonacobenoit

Sylvia could hug this stranger. She was fresh off the boat with no idea of where she was or what she was doing. “Oui, I would love some help actually. I’m looking for a school of magic…or anyone who happens to teach magic. I’m in a bit of a…predicament and am looking for guidance,” she said, careful not to be too specific just in case the guy ended up being a creep.

Looking for someone to teach her magic? Francis tilted his head, which might have come off as judgmental but really he was just a bit confused. Usually magic was intuitive..unless the individual’s abilities really were strange.

That easily might have been the case here because now that he checked closely, her energy seemed different. She was definitely a half-fire sprite pixie, and maybe the other half was Wix. At the very least Francis knew this could have caused difficulties due to how differently they cast magic.

“Well, I do happen to know quite a bit about magic.” He flew in a circle around her for show, “..but perhaps you would require more specialized guidance. I’m a faerie, you see, and I don’t use it the same way as fire sprites do..”

He smiled at her reassuringly. “I think you’re probably looking for that over there--” He took a moment to gesture towards a magnificent structure in the distance which towered over the other skyscrapers in the city. “That’s the crown jewel of Utopia, the Utopia Institute of Learning: their most prestigious university and school of magic all in one campus. You just can’t miss it.”