#burningquake

[aliberation]

[ BLANKET ]: sender wraps another blanket around the receiver to try and stop them from shivering.

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Ingrid was used to the cold; the winter here was mild compared to the frigid days back home. But even she wasn’t immune to the icy bite of sleet soaking through clothing, and neither, it seemed, was Alear. Still, Ingrid had only been outside for a short while, and was faring much better than the shivering knight before her.

She opened up another horse blanket, gingerly draping it around Alear’s shoulders, keeping a respectful arm’s length. “Um, these are freshly laundered,” she explained apologetically. Thank the Goddess. They’d mostly have to be washed again, of course, after Ingrid had set the pile on the ground to free both of her hands. But that was of little concern at the moment; she could bring them to the stables at another time.

“We should really find you something hot to drink,” Ingrid noted with growing concern. She rose to her feet, extending a tentative helpful hand. “Are you able to stand?”

Of all the time spent in Elyos, Alear can't seem to think of a time in which she had faced cold this biting-- sure, Elusia had its fair share of savage winters, the ice-laden peaks offering no safe haven to anyone brave enough to travel its borders... but it held no candle to the frigid temperatures that caused her teeth to chatter quietly. Gloved hands rubbed at her upper arms in a desperate attempt to create some sort of heat for her body to absorb; but at this rate, it wouldn't be anywhere near enough. Divine Dragon or not, she was just as susceptible to hypothermia as anyone else was. At least, she was pretty sure she was-- it's a theory Alear would rather not put to the test in this moment. The comforting warmth of a blanket rounding her shoulders draws her out of her thoughts, her gaze flickering upwards to settle on Ingrid's face. Another stranger, so willing to help a girl she'd never seen before-- everyone at Garreg Mach had been so welcoming already. Alear nodded frantically in response, tugging the drape over her even further. "Y-yeah... I can. Thank you-- you didn't have to do all of that. I feel bad, I've messed up your work," Alear murmurs quietly, though loud enough for Ingrid to hear over the whistling of the winds outside of the stable. "As you can see, I'm not quite used to the weather here..." "Or snow in general, really. You're not cold...?"

[excalitress]

What’s the worst habit you have that rewards you the most?

did I agree to this? | still accepting!

“Now isn’t that a vexing question? Let’s see…”

A finger curls at the beautiful mage’s chin, rubbing about as if to imply searching for an answer. On the contrary, Sonya is really just sizing up the person who asked. Not that she is worried she’d be judged for whatever she is about to confess. Rather, if the young-looking student could handle the truths.

“If I must single one out, then I must admit lying is quite incredible, isn’t it? I mean, what else would you call trailing someone along a web, be it constructed of actions or words, only to catch them inside on a whim? It’s very beneficial, getting others to do what you’d rather not. Or gaining their trust temporarily until the knife is twisted.”

Of course, Sonya chooses to hold nothing back. Why shouldn’t she? The world never held back when dealing with her at the same…no, at a younger age.

“Oh, but don’t give me a look. I really only lie to bastards who deserve it. Honest,” she smiles wide, hoping to cast aside the lies her answer implies. “There is no better reward than giving the dirt their just desserts.”

[warpaway]

What is the weirdest thing that gets you angry?

“oh, i don't think i can answer that," linhardt responds casually.  they pick at their nails, bored.  “i think it should be normal to get angry at the idea of senseless combat, but i'm also in the clear minority.”

his eyes flick up to gaze innocently at the interviewer.  “i also don't think it's that strange to be upset at biased historical conjecture being passed off as actual fact, but that's about twenty percent of garreg mach's current collection.  i'm still not over them presenting cornelius the second of rusalka as though he was some sort of scientific genius.  you know that man stared at the sun until he went blind, right?”

[mementosofantics]

How often do you put on a happy face when you’re really not feeling it?

"Hard to say..." She has rough days - everyone does. But those were thankfully few and far between. Life isn't easy, but Anna had worked out how to make things much less difficult for herself while ensuring her own happiness was maintained. Not to mention Anna was a natural smiler with a fairly positive outlook on most things. "Not often. If I had to guess, once every two? Three? Weeks. Maybe more. Maybe less." It wasn't the idea of putting on a happy face that was worrying to her, rather the idea that she wouldn't be able to take it off and truly feel the emotions she wanted to. With customers, an idle smile was a good source of encouragement and comfort. With friends, it seemed more vacant and dissociating that she would like. Not a problem yet, but one she wanted to nip sooner rather than later.