#lionorsa

[munadaria]

Let it be known @lionorsa​ has the patience of a saint, be it when I start rambling about characters or plot ideas, or when she carries my noob ass when we play LOL to victory or defeat.

[snarkomancy]

"Over and over we die one after the other."

“An accurate observation, your Majesty.” The magician toys with the food that remains on her plate, commanding the attention of a page to refill her cup with a haughty glance and a snap of her fingers. “Although a rather sordid one, on such an occasion.”

The evening has been proceeding rather well, so far. She has kept a close eye on the Redanian delegation as they mix and mingle with the Cintreans, Alliances will be formed tonight, marriages arranged, trade agreements signed. It is all proceeding as expected, for these are times of  p e a c e, after all.

Queen Calanthe’s statement, however, is jarring amidst the revelry, a solemn reminder of mortality, of the endless cycle of death and rebirth, rise and fall. Philippa has watched Calanthe rise, and rise, and rise some more. She is beloved of her subjects, her statecraft impeccable, her kingdom is flourishing. Calanthe, of Lara Dorren’s blood.

The sorceress catches a glimpse of the druid Mousesack across the room, caught in the midst of a group of noisy revellers – Cintreans and Redanians both.

What do you know of this, I wonder?

The druid raises an eyebrow. I see you, he seems to say. I see you seeing me. And I see you watching her.

She nods, raises her cup as if in a toast. Her smile does not reach her eyes. In a seamless motion, she turns back towards the queen, her expression attentive, gracious.

“It is the natural order of things. All we can do is honour the legacy of those who came before us.” She raises her cup again, her eyes finding those of the queen. “We all must die. But first, we’ll  l i v e.”

[lionheartedshewolfarchived]

Ciri remembered jumping. The green magic whirled around her, taking her far away from the hunt. She had to find a place they couldn’t follow, a place they wouldn't’ sense. The thought pulls her toward a new world, leaving her own. It was the best way to protect her loved ones, and herself until she figured out a way to stop them. She was tired of running, and yet there was no other choice.

But the place she dropped into was not what she expected. Her knees hit the ground, her hands pressed against the dirt, so familiar in scent and the sounds of horses in the stalls. Ashen hair fell around her shoulders as she took a deep breath, easing the pain in her shoulders. Slowly, she turned her head up, staring at the great building before her. Familiar stone, seeing lichen along the edges, as she slowly pulled herself up to her feet. Green eyes stared, unable to pull herself away.

Cintra.

Still Standing. This made no sense, she had witnessed it fall so many years ago. So long ago, a memory she long since wished to forget, though she could never shame her grandmama by such a thought. Her fingers brushed up along the stone, feeling lost in the moment of a dream, the rough edges of the stone scratching against her fingers. “How?” She whispered. This sort of power she never experienced. She had been to different worlds that were in different times. But she had never gone back in time before. Her feet took her from the outside of the building inside, moving through the building with clarity of each twist and turn, she knew exactly what room would be where and who could be found. 

A part of her wondered if maybe.... just maybe... she would get to see her grandmama once again.

@lionorsa​​​​​​ ― [ Starter Call ] ― Queen Calanthe

[skllger]

@lionorsa​     loving the love of his life

[astormofagirl]

Cirilla stands in the large training room, slender fingers trailing along the weapons that stand along one wall of the room. Long ashen blonde hair pinned back in a simple braid - the clothing she wears just as simple - but the cloth no less fine than her fancy dresses.  She waits for her grandmother - the excitement for today’s lessons vibrating through her. She wishes nothing more than to learn to fight as well as her kin. Ciri doesn’t want to kill or plunder, but she wants to be able to protect what she loves as well as her people just as her grandmother does for their people. Her hands drop and a sigh parts her lips as emerald eyes catch sight of a small sword towards the edge of the line of weapons. The young girl walks over to it slowly, drawn to the weapon and just as she’s about to reach out, a booming sound echoes through the room - the double doors pushing open with a swoosh startling her.  She sends a sheepish smile to her grandmother, a glint of excitement in her eyes. “Is it time?”

@lionorsa​ Hit the ❤️ for a Ciri starter

[griefprofiled]

@lionorsa uwu

[tyrll]

                                         margaery’s  flower  garden    *  /   @lionorsa​   ♡-ed  

˗ˏˋ C R O W N I M P E R I A L   ∵   P R I D E OF B I R T H  

Ornamental   ,    bold   .    Those   who   are   associated   with   the    flower   hold   in   their   hand   the   sceptre    of    power    ,    a   sunlike   glory    marks    their    chosen    paths    ;    a   person  of   majestic   deportment   .  

[senzariscrva]

@lionorsa​​  //  starter call

                       “HOW DO YOU     learn about strategy?  Can you learn it from a book?  Or to you have to be good at it already?”