#interaction: solmtinel

[peerlessscowl]

🥂 she considers it for a moment— talking to him again. even with their losses the other houses seem to joyously take in the feast. perhaps they could make up in this kind of atmosphere. staring at him from across the room, her lips purse tight and she turns to ignore him.

stubbornly, she can't bring herself to approach him. it still pisses her off thinking about how he'd dismissed her ideals as a princess— as solm's future queen.

it doesn't cross her mind that he can't possibly know how deep her troubles run.

Raven feels the prickle on the nape of his neck, a chill that he had become used to – bloodlust? No, he shook his head. Simply the press of so many bodies nearby. Still he, could not shake the feeling that he was being watched. 

Depositing his empty flute on a nearby tray, Raven turn on his heel, prepared to leave, to drag whoever owned the eyes out to where they could be taken out – and then he found them, the usually warm brown eyes focused on him, chilly and disdainful. 

Raven straightens, his eyes narrow, and when one of the wait staff walks by he grabs another flute of champagne and, without breaking eye contact, takes a single sip of his champagne. The message he hopes, is clear – I am not going anywhere. 

[peerlessscowl]

Cultural Inappropriation

When you break the news about the imposter lords to one of the villages, they naturally react in horror and shame for being deceived. However, something goes awry when the message is passed along to the village elders. A miscommunication down the line leads these leaders, half-blind and three-quarters-deaf, to believe that you are the “real Lyndis”. Whether you are or not, there is little you can do to convince them otherwise, and so they demand you make things right. [Grants +1 Authority]

(Starter for @solmtinel)

It was supposed to simply be an in-and-out. Deliver a message, which had been written for them on a scroll and sealed with the Archbishop's personal seal, offer assistance if any property damage had occurred, delivers alms if necessary, then get out and back on their way to the monastery in time for a meal and some training.

"You want us to what?"

The steward of the village smiled blandly, cocking his head without turning to hear the murmur of Old Faerghan from the line of elders behind him. After a moment, he repeated himself, "The Lady Lyndis is being asked to make recompense for the damage she has done."

Raven shook his head, a frown tugging at his lips. They had been assured that there had been no casualties from the imposter's shenanigans, not even when the faux Lady Caelin attempted to shoot a bow from the back of one of the Ancestral Herd with her feet. "You told us that she hadn't caused any damage."

Amused, the steward canted his head again, calling out to the seated council behind him in a lyrical tone, waited for the answer, nodded once, curtly. "Not physical damage, my lord." He pressed a hand to his chest. "Damage to the heart. To the dignity of our proud village. As you may know, we uphold ancient traditions here, and this supposed imposter has flagrantly disrespected those of us who hold such things dear."

The man leveled his gaze for a moment on Raven's companion, one of the new students from Elyos, a colorful girl with a colorful personality, before turning back to Raven. He smiled blandly. "As her man, I would like for you to inform her that she must pay the proper dues."

"As her what?"