#sparkledleaves

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closed starter for @sparkledleaves ( aoife )

the   high   lady   of   winter   being   the   newest   high   ruler   of   prythian   was   definitely   something   that   felt   more   relatable   to   the   high   lord   himself.   yijun   roughly   had   around   only   eighteen   months   as   the   high   lord   of   the   dusk   court.   from   what   his   emissary   had   communicated   with   him   the   winter   high   lady   was   barely   a   year   into   her   role.   meeting   her   as   one   of   his   earlier   ones   to   meet   was   probably   for   the   best   for   him.   not   that   he   was   outright   looking   to   form   an   ally   sort   of   relationship   with   any   of   the   courts,   he   wanted   to   remain   on   good   terms   with   them   should   something   be   needed   in   the   future.   "high   lady   aoife."   he   greeted   the   other   with   a   bow.   "i   want   to   say   pleasure   to   meet   you,   however   i'm   sure   that   you   also   are   not   appreciative   of   being   forced   here.   however   i   am   yijun,   high   lord   of   dusk."

[courtsongs]

closed starter for ; @sparkledleaves / anyone!

"you are curious about them?" she asks, appearing into view from where she'd been watching from the shadows. the other is looking upon an awning inside the palace, one in which has a brilliant formation of a dragon in decor along the wall below it. one of the more underappreciated artistic aspects of the palace, but one that she herself had always admired. she moves to stand next to them, crossing her arms over her chest and looking herself. "they are incredible creatures. we do not tame them in the traditional sense of the word. we bond with them. intimidation is in their nature."

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closed starter for @sparkledleaves ( sienna )

seeing   the   lady   in   waiting   from   the   spring   court   ahead   of   her   josefina   called   out   to   the   other.   "lady   sienna."   while   the   older   red   head   had   never   really   considerably   been   close   to   the   lady   in   waiting   she   had   seen   her   around   the   spring   court   and   was   pleasant   with   her.   "how   have   you   been   holding   up   here   in   the   dusk   court?"   she   asked   the   other.

[courtsongs]

closed starter for: @sparkledleaves caelan x elias

it's odd, in normal circumstances he never even gets close to generals. he knows that he's known as sort of a weird-acting guy who's always hanging around bars and sometimes camps, but never is he close enough to be addressing them face-to-face. he works best at learning secrets ( mostly for his own personal benefit ) by just existing on the outskirts of everything. it makes him sort of antsy to be so close to a general like this, but he isn't about to take off running. "i don't mean to be in your way," he says simply, scratching his chin so he looks nonchalant as possible. which he excels at, if he says so himself. "i suppose we're all just a bit... lost these days." he shrugs. last night he slept in the grass, he can't find a bed for himself. he's sure he looks terrible at the moment, but vanity is a luxury when you're suddenly in a random ass location. "i'm just passing through, if it's alright with you."

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closed starter for @sparkledleaves ( kieran )

training was something that ahra took very seriously. at her core she was an attention seeker, but her job was something that she wasn't going to mess up. so when kieran had offered to train with the second youngest of the ashway family they would not refuse. becoming the general of the armies was definitely a way for the fae to still have attention on her so she took it very seriously. including the training of her own body for battles when they arise. "are you ready to train?" ahra asked the other as she finished retying her hair into a tight bun atop her head.

[merxxki]

location: a bookseller for: ellie | @sparkledleaves character: vexfell

"you should get this one," he says as he grabs for the book just out of her reach. he didn't bother to read the spine, he only saw the gold lettering and the exquisite red leather cover. he hands it over to her, as he's not someone who enjoys paying for things when he could take them -- besides, he's in the shop, and he doesn't know what he's looking for. no, he does. he needs a new journal, and he needs it soon. the black parrot on his shoulder shrieks and ruffles her feathers, though she isn't in the mood to talk, apparently, because she doesn't say anything when she normally won't be quiet when she's in a new space. next to him, the sable hound trembles with his tail tucked between his legs. "or, try this one." the same gold letter but this one in blue. as he hands her one, he slides another into the jacket of his coat.

[merxxki]

For: Aoife | @sparkledleaves Location: The Entrance to the Market Place Character: Soro

from one place to another... it wasn't the first time Soro had woken up in a strange place with no recollection on how he had gotten there, but normally, he was cuddled up to someone soft and warm. this time, he woke up and he was alone... he wasn't alone. he had the lute. the same lute that he had told julian that he was going to dismiss from his service due to its inability to hold a tune. its rebellious nature wasn't something that he liked to have among his instruments and yet - that lute was the one that had come along with him.

"you evil, conniving..." he said to the lute, as he picked it up the neck and shook it. "how did you get here instead of the hurdy-gurdy?"

he scoffed. "like you deserve a second chance..." and yet because the lute was all he had left, he set it right and strummed a cautious tune. Surprisingly, even without any members of his court watching, the lute played true. he smiled. "not all things are upside down and topsy-turvey," he said, as he leaned back against the wall and continued to play. "i've seen you in the capital... glad to see a slightly less strange-y face."

[merxxki]

location: the marketplace time: evening for: damon | @sparkledleaves character: zarek shade

they have a game they play together - zarek and damon - a game over a century in the making. the rules were ironed out through trial and error - a game of keepsakes and information, where zarek would trade tid-bits for damon and in return, damon would find a way to release one of the waifs who had gotten caught or help one of the women who had caught the attention of the wrong guard. he traded information for services, for ways to protect those who lived under the authorities of the lords, ladies and the courts he hated so much.

the game always starts with the bookseller. zarek picks up the book on weather - a common book that never seems to sell - and he slips in a small, embroidered bookmark - the designs lead damon to one location or another - zarek is never an easy one to find -- this evening, damon would be brought to an inn, and in the inn - to the innkeeper, to a room on the first floor in the back of the inn where zarek sits reviewing his own books.

zarek looked up briefly over his glasses and waved his friend (? were they friends? associates? enemies with an understanding?) in. "close the door. sit. five minutes and my attention is yours."