#davheira

[angharradhx]

@davheira location: Crescent Grove, Arvandor notes: now that I have your attention, bubble with me

Ivory light fell across the Crescent Grove, gleaming palaces rolled into the silver forests, from the parapet of her Outlook, Arvandor's splendor laid itself before them. Telperion's silver trunk and looming branches danced across the distant sky above them as Laurelin rose in the distant horizon with equal splendor. Paradise for the Seldarine was vast, limitless in some regards, but the people here had not been without anguish. Peace required sacrifice, it demanded death, Sehanine knew this better than most.

Raven hair that fell like a blanket of stars rested down the length of her shoulder. Placid and unmoving, like settled pitch or the sky itself; everything about the Goddess was still, it would have been easy to assume that her eyes would be cold but they were anything but. Warm ambers that fixed with unnerving certainty, they were the flickering candles of lanterns guiding travelers through the dark of the night. A goddess of night and dreams but also death. When Sehanine had died, the moon hid itself away so that it did not have to watch.

"Well," Sehanine prompted, "you are a bard are you not? Sing: tell me a story that I have not yet heard. Tell me your story." She canted her head delicately, "You came here for allies, convince me." A stone basin stood between them as she sat on a throne of woven moonlight, the basin itself was filled with placid waters and from all angles a full lunar moon was clearly visible despite there being none above them. She was its source and its goddess and when the lycans of Davheira's realm howled in anguish it was her heart that they pulled upon.

[tamlenx]

          anotha gift for @davheira​,

          Tamlen had wanted to dislike it, it’s in his very upbringing to be adverse to what the mortals have to offer. Though he’d have to drink likely a dozen of them to feel the effects, he smiles and claps a hand upon Davhy’s shoulder, “A negroni sbagliato, huh? It’s good,” he’s not some alien but the alcoholic drinks here were nothing compared to what a fey could concoct, potent elixirs almost some rite of passage. “Anything else I’ve missed out on in the last few decades?” A teasing lilt, he still had visited this realm once a year but hadn’t made his presence a staple within it until now, when the faerie court had been unceremoniously dismantled and rebranded.

[edeliexii]

                                    @davheira​.

               “Davheira,” Èdelie began, gesturing a polite greeting. Things have become a bit of a struggle on her end, unable to embrace a prosperous year when things necessarily haven’t been prosperous all year round. She found joy in witnessing others experience happiness as the festivities of the year begin to conclude, but finding joy within herself is where difficulties arise. Hence her sheltered, closed-off appearance throughout the past several weeks, isolating herself to solely the confines of her home or workspace. “Happy belated Christmas, if you celebrated it,” the eladrin cooed, ingenuously grinning. Fatigue did consume her petite frame, unable to hide the tiredness that filled her body.

[tamlenx]

          a gift for @davheira​,

           “I am sure if you ask nicely enough they can revert New Rome to something more of your liking,” Tamlen cannot help but tease Davheira, the winter fey had found a wondrous comfort in the mortal realm by hinging on the identity of Bard. Davheira had been a welcomed figure, one Tamlen feels relief when witnessing their presence within King Meryasek’s forest grounds. It would never offer solace as the faerie court once had, Tamlen is visibly restive on the matter and he itches to reverse the obstacles that had been created for their kind. For now, however, he could sit idly by and catch up with an old friend, somebody who knew him best of all.

[bloodxlevent]

@davheira​

The Senate Marshal had nearly died during Halloween. Would’ve been a pity, maybe, but Lev hadn’t seen him in a long, long time. After all – time in the mortal realm moved so slow that the fey had barely remembered what it was like back in the faerie realm. He remembered the pretty colors, the false narratives that Titania spoke about. The way that the faerie courts tried to maintain some form of home, of love – but it was all a lie. He watched as the fey sang his songs, enchanted a boring mortal crowd, and went on his way. They’d been friends, once. Before even Davhy had sided against him. Before they’d all sided against him. “I thought you’d have thought up something new by now. Same old string, different day?”