#stellalimned

[stellalimned]

✧ june | 2025

Status:

Passed

Skill Points Gained:

Monthly Activity - +1

Skill Point Allocation:

+1 -> Authority -> B 1/2

Threads Completed:

N/A

Class Progress:

N/A

Rank Rewards/Event Prizes:

N/A

Total Skill Points: 20

[stellalimned]

✧ may | 2025

Status:

Passed

Skill Points Gained:

Monthly Activity - +1

Skill Point Allocation:

+1 -> Reason -> B+

Threads Completed:

N/A

Class Progress:

N/A

Rank Rewards/Event Prizes:

Seashell Bracelet - Claimed

Total Skill Points: 19

[encantresse]

[ ADRESTIA ] - "Dorothea." I nod at the songstress, noting how her appearance has been decorated to further complement her essence. "You look very radiant tonight." I pause, then ask, "Are you familiar with this type of gathering? I have never attended anything nearly as formal as this, and I noticed you seem to fit perfectly within the setting. Do you grace galas or parties often?"

Nearby, people dance together in an elegant pattern while the musicians play a refined and noble piece, a waltz if I remember correctly. How curious... they all move in sync, displaying familiarity with the choreography; did they practice this dance beforehand in order to perform it? As I watch, some of the participants leave while others on the sidelines join in. Does that mean that anyone can join in if they so choose? My unfamiliarity with humanity once again surfaces, a strange chill forming in the pit of my stomach—more, it does not appear to be just unfamiliarity with humanity as a whole, but with noble society in particular. I am reminded that humans exist in some sort of class-based hierarchy that I have yet to fully comprehend because to me, they are all at the same level save for those with truly exceptional essences.

There is so much I have to learn.

"What dance is this?" Surely Dorothea might know, or else have some idea. "It looks very poised and detailed... do people require a lot of time to learn it?"

𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋 2025

"limstella! aren't you a sight for sore eyes! i didn't think this would be your kind of event." dorothea sets down the plate in hand to pivot in full, eyeing over the familiar figure with a glint of approval. "i'm so glad you decided to attend. you look positively regal. if no one's said it already, red's your color. there's no question about it."

it takes a minute for her to realize how it might seem rude not to offer a treat to sudden company before she hastily retrieves the dish and offers one of the chocolate-covered strawberries to limstella. (thankfully still cool to touch and therefore posing no danger of dreaded fingerprints that stain). 

"not usually as anyone's personal guest, no, though i've attended my share when i performed with mittelfrank." she sighs. "there were stray invitations here and there, but somehow there always seemed to be a good reason to decline attached to them." 

"anyway."

"that's the flight of the eagle," dorothea responds, eyes trailing over to where the dancers congregate. "a name that's a little too on-the-nose for my liking, but it gets its point across. it's popular among the adrestian nobility. something about tradition and longevity."

and now she glances at the other's hands, lips quirking. "with the amount of hand movements it requires, your wrist is better off being well adorned if you decide to give it a whirl. you'll take one of my charms, won't you?"  

[princessmacedon]

[ LANTERNS ] - Amongst the rest of the ballgoers, the little red sun stands out, her gown flowing like the fins of a fish, her every step accentuated with bells ringing as cheerily as her own demeanor shines. It is all too easy to slip through the crowd in her direction, gravitating as I am to her presence and the warmth she and those who treat me kindly inspire. "Maria." I give her a bow with my hand placed over my heart, and my expression feels strangely soft as I gaze at her upon straightening. "You look as radiant as your soul tonight; I appreciate your presence here. Are you enjoying yourself?"

I pause, thinking over what to say next. Should I invite her to dance, or do some other activity? Nearby, a table covered in lanterns and stationery catches my eye, with each of the lanterns shaped and dyed to look like a different flower. One of the lanterns in the form of a reddish alstroemeria near-perfectly matches Maria and her gown, and suddenly it seems imperative that we be the ones to set it afloat. I turn towards the table, waving for her to follow me. "This one looks very similar to you and your outfit," I say, gesturing towards the lantern. "Would you like to release it with me? If you wish, we can exchange charms afterwards—that is, if you are participating in the game? I have been assigned the seashell if you still require it."

"Limstella! Hi -- oh! Hee hee...!" A jubilant greeting cut short by the surprise of such proper manner; Maria matches the morph's bow with a graceful curtsy, and when she rises, her hand settles over her heart as well. "I am! I'm having so much fun, and I'm really happy to see you here, too!"

They have a strange way with words, she thinks -- as beautiful as your soul. She should ask them about it one day, somewhere quieter where they may lay all their words in the sun and let them catch the light. Tonight, however, is for dancing and merriment and all the little joys gathered in one's palms like grains of sand. Words gather on her tongue, but Limstella's gaze turns somewhere else and so she holds them there and wanders with them. Metaphorically of course, but she shuffles a step closer as well, turning in the same direction they do -- and when they turn again, why, of course she follows suit.

Alstroemeria. Maria knows it, thinks of it fondly, receives the compliment with a warm giggle reflective of her affections.

"I would love to," she answers readily, already scanning the tables for paper to match. It takes her longer than it did them, the supplies laid out being of much lesser variation, but eventually she spies a subtly red-tinted paper and offers a hand to her friend. Leading the way, she gathers their little ensemble: a cheery alstroemeria lantern and an elegant paper for it to bear across the waves. "Look!" She grins, holding two little slips with her free hand. "Now you're here with me!"

Handing one over, she happily sets pen to paper -- and withdraws it in the next beat, thoughtful. What should she wish for? And for that matter, what would Limstella wish for? It strikes her that for all her fondness, she doesn't really know.

"Hmm..." Maria hums her contemplation, peeking at Limstella from the corners of her eyes. She blinks, slow and curious. And then: "Oh! Hee hee..." Of course! I wish that Limstella will keep seeing lots of pretty flowers and lots of pretty souls. Maybe she'll come to better understand them one day; maybe she'll even get to be there for some of them!

"There!" Triumphantly, she holds up her wish and soon after a pearl, dropping the latter into Limstella's hand. The rest is quick work, and as they meander closer to shore to set the lantern out to water, the little cleric raises her newly won seashell. Silhouetted against the sky, a beckoning hand ushering the pearl into place alongside it--

"--Limstella, isn't it pretty? It looks like a moon and a star!"

[warpaway]

"Linhardt. I see you are attending as well." I give them an elegant bow, that unnamed warmth rising up at the sight of them appearing appropriately stunning. "You look as dazzling as your essence, it is good to find you here."

It is possible they have good taste in clothing and found something that matched them well; in contrast, I was obliged to have someone assist me with styling for tonight, and I cannot tell if it shows. Still, it feels like two puzzle pieces sliding together, they in a gown and I in a suit. Do we fit, I wonder?

In any case, I offer them my pearl-braceleted hand, having made note of the various tables nearby. "Would you like some refreshments? I suspect this event will be rather long, and it would be wise to keep your energy replenished throughout. Or would you prefer to simply chat instead? Whatever you wish, I am amenable to it, so long as you have an enjoyable time as a result." The happier someone is, I have found, the brighter their quintessence shines in my vision. It is only acceptable, therefore, that Linhardt has a wonderful experience tonight.

linhardt is pretty tonight, as they've readily told almost anyone who would listen.  that is easy to say out loud, and when any one's agreed, they have felt nothing more than a funny sense of pride (foreign to them, usually) blooming in their chest.  the word ‘dazzling’, however, causes a warmth to spread across their face and roll down their body pleasantly.

before he realizes it, linhardt is beaming.  limstella offers their hand, and he takes it before he even realizes what they mean to do with it.  a dance would be fun, or just... the touch.

they offer refreshments with a sort of regard for linhardt's well-being that they weren't expecting from the other student.  it feels nice, though.  it doesn't feel as nice as the word ‘dazzling’ did, but nice the same.  their free hand squeezes at their skirts, for lack of something to do.

“i wouldn't have expected you to come to a party like this,” he admits, though there's no judgment in his voice.  “normally, i'd prefer to pass, but this time…”

they resolve their sentence with a small shrug.  “i've been having a nice time so far.  i certainly don't mind the attention.  you look rather dashing yourself.”

a compliment for a compliment.

“are you asking me to dance?  we can just chat, or…  are you playing the little charm game?  you can have one of my turtles.  they're quite cute.”

[stellalimned]

✧ engagements | limstella

The Ethereal Ball has arrived, and a certain morph has decided to experience the festivities as part of their research on humanity. As someone with a seashell on their bracelet, Limstella is curious to see what interactions they will garner... although that masquerade ball sounds fascinating....

Plans

Investigate this thing called "dancer class" and how to acquire it

Study interactions and partake in socializing

Enjoy themself...? Or something?

Engagements

Seashell:

Starfish:

Anchor: Matthias

Turtle: Linhardt

Pearl: Maria

Outfit

Check out their ballwear under the cut!

[stellalimned]

✧ april | 2025

Status:

Passed

Skill Points Gained:

Monthly Activity - +1

Skill Point Allocation:

+1 -> Authority -> B

Threads Completed:

N/A

Class Progress:

N/A

Rank Rewards/Event Prizes:

Speed Ring - Claimed

Total Skill Points: 18

[stellalimned]

✧ march | 2025

Status:

Passed

Skill Points Gained:

Monthly Activity - +1 BOEL Participation - +1

Skill Point Allocation:

+1 -> Authority -> C+½ +1 -> Riding -> E+

Threads Completed:

N/A

Class Progress:

N/A

Rank Rewards/Event Prizes:

Blue Lions Ring - Claimed

Total Skill Points: 17