#s:setsuna

[lalamines]

fly me to the moon

There’s always rumors about new kinds of magic and spells, but this one seems to have spread far and wide. Some say that it’s within Reason magic to be able to levitate someone else with a new unofficial incantation making the rounds! Is the risk worth the reward? [Grants Reason +1]

Late spring bathes the world around her in honeyed hues and delicate warmth. Mercedes thinks the world is beautiful and sends a quiet prayer to the Goddess in thanks. Petals stream across the path she walks back into the monastery and she basks in the serenity of the moment.

It’s broken when she returns, though she remains calm regardless. Professor Setsuna, who is clearly injured seems just as relaxed - completely nonplussed about the blood pooling at the knees of her leggings. Mercedes dashes over and places a gentle hand on the woman’s shoulder. 

“Oh dear, Professor. Did you fall in another trap?” Mercedes asks softly as she gently guides the wounded party to sit on a bench nearby. “No worries, I can be pretty clumsy too,” she giggles lightly, kneeling next to the archery professor. “Could you pull the fabric over your knee for me, please?” The request is gentle as she unlaces the older woman’s boots to get a better look at the injury. It’s clean and fairly shallow, nothing a little heal spell couldn’t cure in seconds. White light gathers in her hands and pulsates at her fingertips as Mercedes allows them to dance just millimetres above the broken skin. The wound knits together quickly, with no complications and she rises back to her feet and straightens her skirt.

“All better, professor!” Her voice chimes as she adjusts her shawl. No messy bandages required! It’s only now, that her attention isn’t fixated on easing pain and healing that she notices the chatter of a group of mages nearby. “Hmm, I wonder what’s got them so enthralled...” Mercedes muses mostly to herself.

@heartstringbound

[hezulion]

you miss all the shots you don’t take

An arrow whirls past his head, singing through the air. Ares bristles instantly, searching for danger. He’s still on monastery ground and wonders who would dare open fire here. It would be naive to assume there were no foreign spies and scouts at Garreg Mach, but to attack so openly? Brazen - and a grave mistake that would not be repeated. Ares unsheathes his sword as he searches for whatever miscreant dared launch an attack upon him. 

There’s no one around, at least no one he’d consider a foe.

There is a woman laying in the grass, a bow in her hand. He squints furiously at her, surveying her features. A flash of recognition sparks in his mind. Se- Sets? Something like that. An archery professor.

“You missed your mark,” Ares folds his arms across his chest, observing her disdainfully, “next time fire at your foes, not your colleagues.”

@heartstringbound

[merrydiviner]

lazy leaves

“Aha! I thought I’d find you out here, Setsuna,” Orochi called as she approached the archer. Was it Lady Setsuna now? Princess? Queen? Whatever, Orochi decided on the spot that she’d known Setsuna long enough for any slight breach of etiquette to go ignored. That or she’d likely not notice anyway. “I come offering my services today. A free cup of tea, too.”

It was breezy outdoors in the monastery grounds and peaceful. Picturesque too, oh she wished Kagero was here to paint the landscape. Alas, Orochi was left to find her own fun and games here in Fodlan, and find them she had.

“I was thinking we could enjoy a nice cup of tea, as old friends,” she said as she placed a blanket on the ground to sit on, next to the blue-haired archer. Hands folded in her lap, she gave Setsuna a placid smile. “I brought my cards along and I could read your tea leaves. You could have a go at mine, if you like.”

“Even if you can’t decipher them, it’s no different to finding shapes in the clouds above our heads. Except it’s tastier, of course.”

@heartstringbound 

[hezulion]

a kiss on the cheek.

His hand claps straight to his cheek? What did Setsuna think she was playing at this time? His mind races, wondering what kind of trickery is at play, how she must be mocking him.

Her expression is as serene as ever.

Okay, maybe she wasn't pure evil. Strange and with no sense of personal space but well-meaning. Maybe even affectionate? His face burns at the mere thought of tenderness between them. Between him and almost anyone, actually. It felt... nice. A reminder of a warm, loving home that was as ephemeral as mayflys.

"Whatwasthatfor" Ares grumbles, refusing to look up and meet the archer's gaze.

[amitieos]

[ look ]

non verbal memes - accepting!

A pile of wooden practice weapons in her arms, almost great enough to cover her eyes had Elincia trotting across the training grounds particularly cautiously. When she'd volunteered to help tidy up after their practical class she hadn't expected to be alone. If she'd had company, they could have split the task. Maybe, she thought to herself, she should have taken a few at a time.

Nevertheless, she continued forwards looking for the weapons rack. Something unsettled her as she placed the weapons on the floor and tried to organise them by type, separating swords from bows and gauntlets.

She had the most peculiar feeling she was being watched.

Elincia shook her head and went back to the task at hand. It took a short while but soon all the weapons were back in their rightful places. A job well done. She turned on her heel to head back out, maybe to the dining hall to enjoy a nice lunch.

Her body froze in place when she came face to face with one of the professors, gawking at her. She scrambled to find something to say but came up short as the woman openly stared at her. Eventually, she settled on a friendly wave accompanied by a somewhat forced smile before fleeing the scene.

What on earth was that about?