#rosaxseer.

[slivertm]

with a flourish, chevalier presents the carved figurine of a merfolk - crafted on a piece of dry driftwood lodged in the sand. he swore that he'd spied the mermaid from shore himself, inspired by the real thing. truly, though, if you could hardly believe what he'd said he'd heard, then who could believe what he'd seen.

"not my finest work," chevalier confesses. "but, how can you capture the majesty of the merfolk, mhm?"

for @ethercvl , @rosaxseer and @brckenrctual (not a group thread).

[slivertm]

the high healer ignores the footsteps for as long as she can, keeping her back turned as she fiddles with her finishing touches for the umpteenth time. iphigenia measures out the number of droplets, and then adds a dollop of paste. “i’ll be with you in a second,” iggy calls out, yet, noting the distinct lack of a metallic tang in the air. her nose scrunches. “are you injured?” she turns around, taking her eyes off of her concoction. at the sight of the other fae, the concern falls off her features like a slate, growing neutral. “oh. just you.” this is enough permission to return her attention to her potion station, adding another ingredient. “well, are you alright? or are you here to bother me?”

closed for @feathcrcd's korain, @crxssdhearts' xavier, @rosaxseer's rosa