#interaction ✯

[sakkarathekeeper]

Date: Latest plot developments Location: Dreadnought Characters: @raventeresi & @sakkarathekeeper Notes: From #plot-calls :)

Perhaps the young woman did not know that The Keeper had claimed this small corner of the ship, or perhaps she did and had sought her out. It did not matter to Sakkara if she was here for a purpose or not, because it was quite convenient to have company at the moment. She caught sight of the woman peeking in and beckoned her. "Please, come in," she said, blowing out a stick of make-shift incense. "I require some help if you have use of your hands."

[sakkarathekeeper]

Date: Iskaldrik is saved Location: Iskaldrik, somewhere somewhat close to the Stones Characters: @raventeresi & @sakkarathekeeper Notes: <333

"I heard it said you were not a hero," she murmured, sidling up to the faiman. "The wheel turns, the fabric of Fate is weaved... A single thread in the tapestry, though it's color brightly shines, can never see it's purpose in the pattern of the grand design." She smiled lightly. "Thanks partially to your efforts, this country and your people can begin again. How does that feel to you, Raven?"

[sakkarathekeeper]

Date: Latest plot developments Location: Dreadnought Characters: @freydis-freydat & @sakkarathekeeper Notes: As promised :)

The Kossith had used and abused, but Sakkara stood standing tall as though it had not phased her. Truthfully, the loss of agency would haunt her for what was left of this final life. And, though Freydis hid it well, she was sure it was the same for the Daughter of Ruin. Those who had been injured in the struggle were either gone, in stable condition, or well-looked after. Thus, Sakkara took a break from her healing efforts to seek out the one that called to her. Freydis had said nothing, nor sought her out, but Sakkara could still feel her instinct to find her were strong - Fate pushed, and the Keeper answered obediently.

She sidled up to the Veilmaiden, standing at her side as the waves crashed over the still ship. She offered a wooden cup, filled almost to the brim with clear water, and stared out at the horizon. "I've purified this water. Drink. You will need strength for the days to come."

[sakkarathekeeper]

Date: Latest plot developments Location: Prison Pals Characters: @kunokye & @sakkarathekeeper Notes: :')

There hadn't been a single second where the druid seemed afraid, and it might have been disconcerting for some of them to see her react as though this were a brief life intermission. It even worried Sakkara a little - her own lack of reaction. But it only spoke volumes of her faith in Fate and her place within it. The druid was meant to be here, and she would make the most of it. Perhaps one reason she was here was to be there for those who held a place in her heart or her life, for there seemed to be quite a few that shared in this unfortunate circumstance. Sakkara found Kuno sat in the darkness and joined him, quietly seating herself at his side and saying nothing at first.

She recalled days of such joy and beauty, the love that radiated in Kuno's eyes when he was joined with his wife in a matrimony that the Keeper had presided over. Sakkara knew nothing of what had since become of the couple, for she did not make it a habit of exchanging Yuletide cards with anyone, and lived quietly on an island by herself. But she felt a sudden pang of sympathy as she realized that he was alone here. Perhaps his wife had been lucky enough to be spared the fate of imprisonment, but that also meant that the lovers were seperated and without one another. "Being alone does not mean being lonely," she counseled. "Draw strength from what awaits you back home."

[sakkarathekeeper]

Date: After the DnD quest with dragon god Location: Trivia's Cove Characters: @engineerzuleima & @sakkarathekeeper Notes: a BABY

Sakkara had not introduced Zuleima to Anivia, if only because she had been so busy. From a Neptunalia competition to the research needed to find any trace of the phoenixes, she had not been home often, and this was not a rare occurrence with Sakkara. The Keeper did not tell people where she went and often times she'd wound up sleeping in inns or on branches as a bird, far away from Trivia's Cove. She hadn't even had a moment to sit and spend time with her favorite strigoi, and she didn't expect Zuleima that day either. Sakkara had just only recently come home a few minutes ago. She had just set a tea to boil and set down her things. She was considering a flight to Eterna tomorrow, a chance to see both Mor and Zuleima, but her thoughts were interrupted by the beat of familiar wings.

Sakkara smiled and hurried out of the tent. Anivia was far away, unseen as she hunted for fresh food after the long journey. The Keeper was alone, save for two dragon flies that fluttered all around her as she watched Zuleima and Cloudy land. "Had you come just a little earlier, I would not have been here. Fate has given you good timing," she said with a smile. Sakkara then looked over at the wyvern. "Rest your wings, Cloudy," she said affectionately. "I will have a few uncooked steaks to give you today, if you'd like."

[sakkarathekeeper]

Date: FLASHBACK, about a century ago Locations: Astoria, somewhere outside and away from other people Characters: @phyrofwild & @sakkarathekeeper Notes: :'''

The days and nights were filled with learning. Phyr had long since finished lectures on the history of their kind and their language and now she watched while he perfected the techniques that would make him into a formidable druid. A pinnacle of their kind. To say she was proud of Zephyrus was an understatement. Throughout the years, her very first student had become like the younger sibling that she had never had in any of her lives. He was treasured family. Sakkara would have done whatever it took to see her mentee safely and happily succeed in this life, even surpass her one day. Like a mother, however, she feared the day he would no longer need her around. She had been a mother in one life, she knew the feeling far too well.

Every so often that fear would resurface. Underneath the stars, she watched Zephyrus so confidently and calmly complete the spell. The joy on Sakkara's face turned to sadness - it was very unlike her to look so forlorn after such a success. Trying to hide her emotions and also brimming with familial affection, the Keeper smiled and pressed a kiss to the side of his head. "It is perfect, Phyr," she murmured. "I don't believe I could have done it better myself."

[sakkarathekeeper]

Date: FLASHBACK, maybe a decade or two ago Locations: Feywilds, Lysara Characters: @casimirnoctis & @sakkarathekeeper Notes: that is her emotional support exile

Just outside Sakkara's tented abode, the night sang a lullaby of owls, crickets and crumbling autumn leaves. The only light that they had was the moon, the candles and fire of the camping stove that kept them extra warm. It was a beautiful evening but Sakkara knew that Casimir was going to enjoy only one or two these. He had work to get to in civilization nearby, work that the druid did not wholly agree with. But since the moment that the Keeper had met the young dhampir, something in her heart told her that he was important. When she read the signs of the runes, Sakkara was only further convinced of this and did all she could to treat him as such. With time, Casimir had even begun to matter to her in a more personal way. This poor child, abandoned by his own family for daring to have a different vision for his future. Turning one's back on violence, whatever their reason may be, was an honorable thing to do for their world.

"This tea will help you sleep soundly and wake up with a better head on those shoulders," she said, pouring the herbal remedy. "You're going to need it if you're to go out there in the morning and be so foolish. Again."