#prythians.event01

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ＷＨＥＮ: three days into the summit ＷＨＥＲＥ: day court gardens ＷＨＯ: open to all

it had been so long since asril had been to another court, he'd almost forgotten how beautiful the other seasons could be, and the solar courts were no exception. he much preferred the silence of the gardens to hustle and bustle of the great hall and beyond. no matter where he turned, no matter what room he attempted to hide in, there always seemed to be another soul lurking. there were those who were disgusted by his actions and felt the need to quietly remind him of such or worse, those waiting to converse about their victory days. it was already enough interaction to last him until the end of the summit.

his sharp blade moved slowly over a small piece of wood he held firmly in his hand, this seemed to be one of those times that he hadn't known quite what he was carving at the start of it. but now he could it the small bird figurine clearly. asril held the piece of wood up to the light, blowing off the remaining shavings and dust so he might truly admire his progress.

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ＷＨＥＮ: one week into the summit ＷＨＥＲＥ: grand dining hall ＷＨＯ: @highfaeborn

asril struggled to see the point behind small dinners or grand feasts, all it truly seemed to do was bring everyone to the same table, allies and enemies alike. to give each the opportunity to size up the other, to perhaps find weaknesses and see where their guard may fall, or even what might be there favorite food. he'd learned long ago the easiest way to poison another was slip it into their favorite food or drink. and this feast was a learning experience to say the least. the high lord hated how his mind worked, so negative and dark. even when surrounded by boisterous laughter and merriment.

his hard gaze shifted around the table, taking a moment to pause on each of the faces gathered around it. many were familiar, but too few were without question friends and that worried him more than anything else. asril knew if there had ever been a time and place to find allies, it was here and now, but his past actions hadn't made anyone keen to trust him. he couldn't blame them.

it was a face he almost found himself skipping over entirely, one asril didn't know and had never seen before, but he couldn't deny the beauty of it. the way the glittering light from the chandelier seemed to dance off her immaculate brown skin, for a moment he wondered if it truly felt as soft as it looked. however, before the thought had even had time to finish truly processing, he saw those eyes move in his direction and the blonde tried to hide his panic as he turned away back to his brother, shifting in his seat uncomfortably.

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ＷＨＥＮ: three days into the summit ＷＨＥＲＥ: day court temple ＷＨＯ: open to all

the priestess stood with her back to the entrance of the temple, lost in her mind for a moment, as was a frequent occurrence for her inside temples. it was the only place she'd ever truly felt free and safe since the hybern king came to power—even if she knew that was far from the truth. after all, it was inside a temple that she'd witnessed the first of his atrocities. but she refused to allow her one form of sanctuary to be stole from her.

talia was alerted to soft footsteps somewhere near the back of the room, but made no move to turn or see who'd entered. she finished her prayer of intention and bowed before the alter, placing a delicate kiss on the marble. ❝ something i can help you with, dear one? ❞ the beauty probed lightly as she turned on her heels to face them.

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ＷＨＯ: @cscension

these were far from the sort of events atlas found amusing, the company was too often dull. content enough within themselves to let their disdain be painted clearly on their faces, yet too cowardly to raise their swords and take back what once belonged to them. the prince stood at the end of the extravagant hall, peering out a stained glass window. perhaps he should have been more careful, allowing his back to be exposed to such a vast number of enemies; no matter how many times they swore fealty. but somewhere not far off, possibly unseen entirely was his personal guard. maybe even sephtis.  atlas allowed himself to remain vulnerable, almost as if to taunt the masses, to say come and strike down the high king’s son. it was then he felt it, a presence nearby that was all too familiar yet somehow so foreign. ❝ it’s proper to bow before gawking at a prince, ❞ he informed the passerby without bothering to turn his head.

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ＷＨＯ: @faetbound

asril didn't like the feeling growing in the pit of his stomach, an altogether unpleasant one. he hate the not knowing, not understanding what the high king's goal was in having gathered so many he knew for a fact were his enemies. and what was the purpose of bringing them to the same place those who loyal, unreservedly severed him? to make an example of them perhaps? no, that'd be far too bloody, he though to himself, imagining the high lord displeasure at what would become blood soaked tapestries and artwork. it was nearly enough to bring a small smile to his lips.

 ❝ here, ❞ he said to his brother, holding his untouched cup out to him.  ❝ at least one of us should keep their head about them. ❞ asril grinned a little, wanting to be sure he didn't infringe upon his brother's fun. the only person's fun he would never actively seek to spoil.

[mesmerics]

closed starter for cassiopeia ( @faemyths )

andromeda was always a logical person. and as a logical person, the more she thought about the possibility of a wedding that had four hundred years of engagement happening, the less likely it seemed. that's what she used to say to cassiopeia, but with all the talking about that goddamn wedding at the summit, she grew worried once again. “ you really sure you want to go on with this? ” she asks her twin sister, gently taking her hand into hers in a way reserved only to her twin and her younger brother. “ i can figure something out... i don't know... with dad not being here i can tell them that he decided that i'll be the one marrying, no one will even question. ” once again she offers to trade places with cass, wanting to free her from that burden that she never made anything to deserve. “ and after i can just put something on his drink and be a widow, it'll be easy. ” her head continues plotting how she can free both her and her sister from the doomed life their father traced.

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ＷＨＯ: @mesmerics

as he often did wherever he went, atlas had made himself quite at home at the day court. the large windows allowed the glittering rays of sunlight to dance on the extravagant chandeliers hanging above, like nothing they would ever have under the mountain. it was the one thing the prince had never understood about his father's choices. to preside over prythia from the dank prison cell that was deemed so sacred to these people. his family could have taken any court as their own, the summer court would have been his personal preference, but alas no—that had no been his father's wishes.

atlas walked down the corridor with his held high, a man on a mission to find some company he would actually enjoy. he carried a basket filled with items he'd stolen from the kitchens: wine, berries, soft cheese and bread, and cured meats. it was far from the most luxurious picnic he'd ever prepared, but it would have to do.

❝ just the sister i was searching for, ❞ the prince half-shouted as his eyes fell on andromeda and he closed the distance between them.  ❝ come, let me whisk you away from this ill begotten game father has thrust us into. ❞ atlas teased holding up the basket as to show off a plentiful bounty.  ❝ we don't have gardens like this at home. ❞ he reminded her, using the term home incredibly loosely.

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ＷＨＥＮ: second night of the summit ＷＨＥＲＥ: quarters of the royal court ＷＨＯ: @cldrnfeared

the high priestess made her way through the empty halls, taking in the tranquil silence as best she could knowing she would find no such peace in the morning to follow. or any of the coming days. she moved along the pristinely polished floors with purpose. having made herself quite at home, talia made use of the courts kitchens so brew a few tonics that she was unable to travel with. and just as she did under the mountain, she left quite the mess in her wake for someone else to clean up.

she slipped into the extravagant quarters that had been assigned to the king's court and knocked lightly on the door across the hall from her own. it hadn't been the first time she'd made sephtis a tonic or two in her own attempt to help him. granted he'd never directly asked her either, but that'd never stopped her from taking action before.