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MAMA ASKS : you’re allowed to feel a little angry .
gwen’s hands smooth over her skirt , feeling the soft material beneath her fingers . it’s a new feeling , anger , and even when she’s felt it before she’s not used to it lingering this way . “ i don’t think i like how it feels , ” she admits , hardly louder than a breath . “ i don’t like that it won’t go away . ” she looks up at @shedawn , eyes wide and lower lip trembling slightly . “ how do i make it go away , mama ? ”
@shedawn ( vex’ahlia ) : that was brave. stupid, but brave.
cassandra’s breath heaves heavy in her chest , wheezing slightly in and out of her injured lung , wiping the sweat from her brow with one of her sleeves . “ i’m still not sure how you managed to convince me to come out with you , you know , ” she says , though they both know that she’s enjoying herself , out of the castle but still helping the city in some respect , by the side of the grand mistress of the grey hunt and practicing her slowly growing skills all at once . “ i didn’t even pause to see what it was , i just saw it was coming for trinket . ” and , while the bear can certainly take care of himself , that doesn’t mean that cassandra would want him to be harmed , if she could help it .
VEX’AHLIA : starter call .
cassandra is certain that the rumors are starting to spread -- lady cassandra has asked for those pastries again , the last time she asked for those she was pregnant with young lady johanna , could that mean . . . -- but she’s retreated from them entirely , completed the council meetings for the day and disappeared to the soft privacy of julian’s nursery . she cradles the little changeling boy close to her chest , talking quietly to him as she paces the room . “ you’re a very lucky boy , julian -- your whole time in the nursery has been with another of your siblings , do you know that ? just two of you right now , but you’ll have another companion soon . but don’t tell anyone , alright ? i’m waiting to tell your father until he gets back . ”
it’s then that cassandra hears the door open , turning to see @shedawn enter . “ vex , ” she welcomes warmly as the little boy in her arms notices his aunt as well , saying hello with a delighted little sound . “ come to visit your favorite sister - in - law and your favorite nephew ? ”
5'9 💖
how tall is your muse compared to orym?
teemy pseudo-nephew…
—– @shedawn said : "there you are, darling." the weather in zephrah is less suited for the heavy layers and furs of whitestone, and so she'd donned an approximation of what she'd worn what feels like lifetimes ago. it also makes tracking that much easier, climbing up the tree she's spotted orym in with ease. once secure on a branch, hand unfurls to reveal candies or various colours, the smile on her lips conspiratorial. "everyone's looking for you, you know. but if you don't want to go back just yet, we can just sit here and talk for a while. it'll be our little secret.”
he misses his daddy .
it is not often that little orym finds himself dwelling on it too much . his father has been dead for years now , after falling in the heat of a battle against a barghest . orym was too young to remember most of it , but he remembers his ma’s grief , recalls finding her in tears at the kitchen table one evening after he had been supposed to be asleep . he remembers his father in smiles , in gentle yet calloused hands lifting him up and flying him across the yard , in soft guidance of clumsy toddler hands with a toy wooden sword . he wishes daddy could come back and make ma happy again . orym wants his daddy back more than anything and he can’t come back .
lady de rolo is really cool . she’s a hero , just like the tempest . she’s nice and lets him and will play with her daughter , and she teaches him how to hide and track things in the woods . so when she climbs into the tree with him and offers the candies to him , his smiles at her , thought it is wobbly and laced with tears brimming his eyes . “ i wanna stay up here a lil’ longer , please . ”
@shedawn ( vex’ahlia ) : i’m here, nothing will harm you.
cassandra’s nearly certain that her nightmares will never leave her -- that she’ll never sleep a night fully through in her life again , that such a thing is lost to her . and maybe that’s not good , but there’s nothing to be done -- and there’s especially nothing to be done when the terrors hit , when she sees figures ( one figure , really ) in her room , and she’s frozen in place , and the only thing that she can be certain of are the glint in the eyes of delilah briarwood , and her helplessness in the face of the woman she’d once called mother .
she hadn’t meant to wake anyone with her fear , but cassandra is in no position to stealth tonight , and vex’ahlia is far too perceptive for her own good . in the morning , cass will be ashamed of her composure tonight -- only in her nightgown , hair unbound , damp with sweat and tears and terror . but in the face of vex’ahlia , in the face of comfort , cassandra can’t help but to burst into tears .
200 RANDOM DIALOGUE PROMPTS --- ACCEPTING! @shedawn cast message: ❛ you’ve lost a lot of blood. ❜
❝ I --- schiesse. ❞ Caleb's words come in a low hiss, a sharp, pained exhale gritting out from between his teeth as his hands pull back for just a moment, coming away red and pulsing. If he concentrates, he can nearly feel his pulse in his ribs as well as his heart, but both are pounding --- thrumming, working so hard that it is an active effort to keep his concentration on the banishing spell that keeps their attacker out of this plane, and out of the way. It had initially been a careful thing, this tour of the grounds around and below Whitestone on a sort of diplomat's mission, but whatever old magics sat in the stone itself went all too sideways, caution included.
Wordlessly, Caleb looks over to Lady Vex'ahlia, and then out again --- keeping an eye on that the massive chamber is dark and lightless, and remains so, breathing hard. ❝ I --- ah, think we may need to get out of your basement. ❞
❛ what is the meaning of this? ❜ the mob - for it is a mob, men and women alike carrying crude blades and coils of rope - turn at the sound of hooves. dutiful watches as their eyes widen in recognition when they spot his doublet, a rich buckkeep blue, and the silver crest of the farseers embroidered into its breast.
❛ your highness, ❜ the oldest among them starts, ❛ it’s nothing worth your time. you see, the girl is witted. we asked her to leave town and take her beast with her, nothing more. ❜
looking at their target, dutiful can understand where their suspicion came from. in the middle of their circle, there is indeed a girl and a bear, neither of them very cowed by the surrounding threat. at the back of dutiful’s saddle, his mistcat squirms, as if picking up on their tension. he clears his throat, schooling his face to remain calm when dread begins to build at the pit of his stomach.
❛ the bear is no wit-beast, that much is plain to the eye. i wasn’t aware keeping a pet, unusual as they may be, was forbidden under the queen’s law. ❜ he tries to emulate the tone his mother’s voice takes when she addresses her council, mellow yet imbued with undeniable authority. his gaze lands on the bow and quiver hanging onto the girl’s back, and he is struck with sudden inspiration. ❛ besides, the lady is my hunting companion today. it shames me to have allowed such badgering of an esteemed guest. ❜ he tries to catch her eyes as he speaks, silently begging her to follow along his story.
@shedawn hit the ♡ for a dutiful starter.
