#n1ghtsongs

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╰ ♡ open starter for @n1ghtsongs | @liuyan ( your choice ) | @ofcourtfablesarchive

╰   ♡   with   his   wife   as   the   one   truly   hosting   the   celebration,   noah   had   been   the   one   to   help   the   high   priestess   with   a   chunk   of   the   heavy   work.   while   it   was   technically   not   something   required   of   him   in   his   duties   as   the   general   of   the   summer   court,   it   was   a   willing   requirement   to   help   lavinia   with   whatever   it   was   that   she   had   needed   him   to   do.   though   he'd   finally   been   released   from   assisting   her   now   that   that   celebration   had   truly   begun.   his   first   moment   of   enjoying   the   day   was   to   visit   the   market.   eyes   searching   the   stalls   that   held   a   number   of   different   things   for   one   to   peruse.   but   it's   a   weapon's   stall   hat   catches   the   general's   attention.   stopping   to   admire   the   craftmanship   on   display.   fingers   trailing   over   the   blade   on   display   on   the   table.   ❝   what   do   you   reckon   the   blade   was   composed   of?   ❞

[feathcrcd]

@slivertm, @ethercvl, @n1ghtsongs

" i thought i was clear, when i told the guard not to let anyone in here, " korain spoke, right after he had chugged a whole glass of water, when he heard someone enter the room, but he had not glanced over his shoulder to note the person. it was not common for him to occupy a whole room just for himself, but he needed the space to go through his routine and he surely was not going to do it under the blazing heat of the sun when he did not know if the summer court even had training grounds anywhere near the castle, so this common autumn court room had served that purpose. the autumn lord put the glass down and turned around towards the guest. " oh, it's you. "

[courtsongs]

@n1ghtsongs closed starter for percival

"i have something for you," caelan says as approaches, his hood drawn over his head. his normally shifty eyes are laser focused, his shoulders a little tense. throughout all of this insanity (which feels like an understatement in itself), it's nice to see a familiar face. he's definitely going to be pretend he's not as relieved as he is, so he keeps his cool as he gently takes percy by the arm to lead them into a corner, away from prying eyes. normally, he has his specific locations he prefers to chat with people in -- spots he knows off by heart -- but this'll have to do for now. once confident they won't be heard, his voice lowers. "it doesn't make sense to me how people think that this is the time to be raising suspicions, and yet here i am," he begins, fumbling into his pocket for a crumbled up sheet of parchment paper. he hands it to percy, but keeps eye contact the whole time, his eyes intense. "the whispers are not serious, but they are real. keep your guard up around this person, and you should be fine."

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closed starter for @n1ghtsongs ( lydia ) | @sparkledcrowns ( aoife ) | @shvdwscng ( lailah ) | @dcwnthercad

"i   have   a   proposition   for   you."   samara   spoke   as   she   walked   alongside   the   other.   "winter   is   in   full   swing   now,   plenty   of   snow   covering   the   ground   now."   it   had   been   a   long   time   since   the   scholar   had   thought   about   trying   to   get   out   on   the   snow   as   they   had   when   they   were   children.   "perhaps   we   could   find   some   materials   and   craft   us   a   sled.   i   haven't   gone   since   i   was   a   child.   and   these   are   all   new   hills   to   me,   what   do   you   think?"

[feathcrcd]

@n1ghtsongs

this was what his indulgence had earned him, an order to become a traitor and a threat, and to think that he was on the safe side, having made it clear to anyone who wished to listen that there was not a serious thought useful for anything in him. it was as though a bucket of freezing water had been thrown on him. there was no more any wish to abandon himself to the partying as he had been doing the whole time that he's been stuck in dusk court. this situation called for him to sober up for the first time in months. someone could be going crazy in his stead, having been threatened by the king, but eldar had slept like a baby. he had woken with a clear mind and a plan to speak to his sister. his knuckles knocked on the door of her chambers. it was early, but he believed that she would have to be awake. as he heard the sound of footsteps in her chambers, he watched the door open, starting to speak. " i hope i did not wake you, but i needed to speak with you as early as possible, nes. can i come in ? " eldar spoke, both his voice and facial expression calm enough not to alarm the high lady, but the fact that he was here in the first place pointed to something being very very wrong.

[ethercvl-archive]

closed starter for @n1ghtsongs ( dabin ) | @arashway | @cresccents ( yurim )

the   dusk   court   had   initially   been   her   biggest   worry   when   she   had   found   herself   and   her   court   in   it.   however   focuses   had   shifted   as   the   king   started   to   pull   into   himself.   exhibiting   behaviours   that   were   not   fit   for   the   king,   showcasing   a   potential   to   be   something   that   not   one   of   them   would   have   wished   to   see   for   prythian.   the   high   lady   had   tucked   herself   into   the   makeshift   office   the   dusk   court   had   provided   to   her   in   the   meantime   as   she   was   pouring   over   different   things.   sensing   the   other's   approach   before   the   knock   even   sounded   on   her   door   she   called   out.   "come   in."   looking   up   to   the   door   with   a   light   smile   upon   her   face.   "it's   a   good   thing   you   are   here."

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closed starter for @n1ghtsongs ( roland )

"i   do   not   trust   the   changes   in   the   king."   josefina   was   blunt   in   her   approach   of   the   older   male.   there   wasn't   much   point   in   beating   around   the   bush.   the   last   thing   that   she   wanted   was   to   be   the   court   standing   around   twirling   their   thumbs   when   the   king   inevitably   made   a   decision   that   none   of   them   were   fond   of.   "i   know   you've   spoken   with   the   dusk   high   lord,   and   some   of   the   other   courts   high   rulers.   do   you   have   anything you wish   to   advise   me   of?"   she   paused   for   a   moment.   "i   have   been   told   that   your   spymaster   does   not   see   the   need   to   speak   with   your   third,   i   have   not   spoken   with   her   as   of   yet.   and   i   have   encouraged   iain   to   have   conversations   with   the   other   emissaries."

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closed starter for @n1ghtsongs ( wyllan ) | @dcwnthercad

"we've   been   in   the   dusk   court   for   so   long   now,   and   i   still   haven't   learned   anything   more   about   the   companions   in   the   sky."   taylan   had   been   curious   of   them   when   she'd   first   arrived   in   the   court,   yet   they   would   not   let   them   know   about   just   about   anything.   "do   you   think   that   they   provide   some   sort   of   power   to   the   court   or   the   fae   that   they're   connected   with?   especially   that   of   their   high   lord?   he's   got   the   rarest   of   dragons?"