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"Celeste: Fire & Ice, Joyful Emergence" by DOOT

Celeste Naja Nyimah always had issues with her powers after a rather turbulent return to Tyria. Thus, when she was finally able to control the manifestation of fire and ice, she celebrated the joyful emergence.

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polycule on the box #fuck Yes

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(Continued from Chapter One Part 5) 

Cortez used Night Slash!

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I almost forgot about these sketches whoops.

I really need to get back on this plot, even though the stuff here won’t even happen because what Peach and I have planned is going to be sad af.

At least, we hope it will be to yinz.

Anyway here, enjoy some cute Cortivy shipart for the time being. 

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Did I ever mention how proud I was of this painting?

No?

Well.

I’m proud of this painting. 

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Fernando: For now, let’s settle down a bit and chit-chat why don’t we? It’s been quite a while since I’ve seen you. How about some father-son bonding time, hm? 

"Y-You never saw me at all…” Cortez stammered while standing before his father, the former Renaissance King. He continued tightly gripping his weapon and pointing the crystalline blade directly at Fernando’s chest. “Show me that Ivy is okay right at this instant or you’re not going to get a word out of me!”

Fernando responded by simply hanging his head low while still retaining a delusional, almost psychopathic smile. His raspy voice began to chuckle as Cortez stood before him with his weapon raised.

“Only if you cooperate with me and answer my simple questions…” Fernando cooed.

Cortez could only reply with silence and a slight grimace of disgust.

 “Where do you think any of this going to lead you anyway? You’re going on a journey without a definite route, how do you expect yourself to accomplish anything with barely any leads? Is Ivy’s motherly sixth sense going to aid you or something? HA, don’t make me laugh.” Fernando jeered.

"One thing’s for sure, it’s better than your sense of parenthood...” Cortez retaliated in a more gruff tone, still holding his weapon.

Now Fernando began to laugh heartily at the remark.

“Nonsense! If I didn’t care, I wouldn’t be here questioning your motives right now. I wouldn’t want you to go through all that work with Ivy and then end up coming back empty-handed. I just want to know why you’re doing this, that’s all.” the old King replied.

"I’m not saying a single word.” Cortez growled back keeping his blade poised as his long-lost father simply shrugged his shoulders.

"You don’t need to anyway. Don’t think I don’t what you’re trying to get at, boy… You want to start life with her to show me up, don’t you?” Fernando said with a more calm smile, looking Cortez right in the eye. He could feel the prince’s nervousness radiate from him his body.

"I… I love her, father. So yes, in a way - I do. Though that’s not my exact intent, all the love I give her will be a million times more than the love you deprived mother of… the love you deprived ME of…” 

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Click the audio above to hear a common song during Easter in the Royal Isles. Street performers throughout Hayañil perform this piece to celebrate, but this rendition is done by Katherine’s Royal orchestra.

This song really wasn’t performed by the Hayañil Royal Orchestra since, of course - they’re not real. The original artist is Donna Peña.

Easter had finally befallen the Royal Isles, a nation that had originally been founded on Catholic tradition by the Iberians nearly 500 years ago. Despite the fact that the nation was aging and progressing rather rapidly at a very alarming rate, the olden traditions of candlelit Easter Vigils had still been retained after all those centuries. 

All churches in the area were completely consumed by utter darkness while parishioners clutching lit candles slowly made their way into the structures in a clustered procession. The clusters of flickering flames seemed to squeeze their way into the wooden church doors, slowly illuminating the stone edifices up while the entire city suddenly lit up from pitch black darkness.

When the clocks around the city had struck midnight, the entirety of the city was laden with joy. Candlelights seemed to ignite the bricks and concrete that comprised of Hayañil’s very skeleton - the buildings that seemed to reach for the inky night sky. Songs of praise and joyous times had filled the ears of everyone in the city, bands played their boisterous melodies while cantors sang their hymns out with golden voices. All while the castle had remained dark. 

A hooded figure slowly slinked through the crowds that held on tight to their white candles, in it’s gloved hands - a large basket full of sweets. The sweets ranged from poke puffs to assorted poffins that were beautifully decorated with small crowns. The figure eventually made its way to the castle doorstep, nervously scanning its head to make sure no one was looking before gently placing the basket down in front of the massive wooden doors and then promptly knocking before sprinting away.

Rather than the old Iron Queen herself answering the door to find the basket, her maid had instead picked it up upon seeing it placed on the doorstep of the castle. Just like everyone else, the maid had also held a lit candle in her one hand while she took the basket inside with her other. Behind her, the entirety of the castle was still pitch black and inside - the servants, cooks, engineers, military leaders and guests all still had their lit candles in their hands while the rest of the city had already switched on their street lamps and electricity. As she reached for the basket, Cecilia looked around her for anyone that could’ve left it there, but saw no one before retiring and making her way back into the dark castle. 

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“How zhoughtful!” She exclaimed to herself as she carried the basket through the stone labyrinth that was the castle. “Someone had left her majesty a gift... I wonder who it was...”

As she passed the various guests of the castle that were holding their candles, the group still proceeded with the Easter ceremony as they surrounded large, wheeled statutes of religious figurines that were taken inside the castle. The strumming of the orchestra’s guitars and the fanfares of their trumpets filled the vicinity as well as the ears of those inside the castle while some cantors had sung their hearts out in praise, trying to overpower the instruments. As she walked past the ongoing ceremony, Cecilia had quickly noticed that the two engineers, Adrián and Cristiano, were absent and had seemingly gone somewhere while she attended to the basket left at the door. 

She found it a bit odd, but was mainly concerned about food left at the doorstep, taking the basket of sweets into the kitchen and leaving it on a table close to the center of the room. She began rummaging through nearby drawers that only the chefs had used, soon taking out a special tool after a few brief moments of searching. The tool she retrieved appeared to be some sort of food thermometer, but had altogether different markings and units that did not seem to adhere to the typical “Degrees F” or “Degrees C”

Cecilia had proceeded to use the thermometer-like device on the food that was in the baskets, stabbing the spiked tip of the device through every single foodstuff in the basket and reading the display at the top of the device. As Cecilia began to whisper to herself, it was soon revealed that the device in question was some sort of special toxin detector that acts when stabbed into the food item itself, all indicated by the maid saying “Safe to eat...” after every reading. 

Cecilia proceeded to examine each and every one of the decorated sweets with the toxin detector, eventually noticing that each and every one of the poffins and pokepuffs were completely safe before putting the tool away and hastily slipping out a small piece of paper and a pen from her apron pocket. She then began to write a note to attach to the basket.

“To head chef Bernadette, 

Please make sure that that these sweets make it to Queen Katherine by tomorrow, I’m sure she’ll come out of her room by then. I already checked and it seems safe for consumption. 

~ Ceci.”

After placing the note near the basket, Cecilia grabbed another piece of paper and began writing another note, this time to Katherine to put into the basket.

“To my dear Madame Katherine, 

You went to bed quite early last night, but I suppose it’s been a rough day for you - so I hope this would lift your spirits a bit. Please don’t worry about Cortez and everything else that you learned about today. Just focus on what’s important and maybe get some more rest if need be. No need to worry about the Easter ceremony either - it was a great success despite Cristiano and Adrián vanishing somewhere when I wasn’t looking. I will try to look into it and report to you when you do wake up.

~ Ceci.”

Mod: I know it’s late, but it took a while for me to draw the pictures for this yo.

Happy belated Easter!