#stelleffigia

[boundlesshart]

the space between realities [ iron round ]

getting approached by pegasi, menacingly finger-snapping and speaking the cursed tongue, with @stelleffigia , @vonochs, and @hresvelged

But then, suddenly, it all disappears. Ice, phantoms, the realm itself…

...and reappears once more. 

But... not quite, is it?

Claude finds himself on his hands and knees, keeled over and breathless. It was like... he wasn’t, and then he was again, as though shifting between two dreams. Through blurry eyes he can see new lights flickering in the distance, more of those enemies. Whatever questions he has will have to wait. 

A sharp, frustrated sigh escapes him. It’s no dream, he knows that much, and there’s no use wishing otherwise. But what he wouldn’t give for a stronger bow and weaker enemies...

He pushes himself up onto his feet, unsteady as a newborn fawn, his hand still gripping his.... bow?

Blessed Bow activates! +1 HP healed, Claude 10/10HP

Definitely not his bow. But definitely stronger, with its holy energy already working to mend his wounds. Claude laughs a bit under his breath, already pulling out an arrow to twirl in his fingers, the devil’s luck strikes again!

The enemies approach their position quickly. They all handled the last wave well, but they started that battle with full strength. Edelgard and Monica are looking worse for wear, but it’s Limstella who’s particularly terrible. The last enemies focused all their efforts of them before they disappeared. If anyone’s smarting right now...

“Hey, Limstella!” Claude calls out, running over to his classmate. “Hold on a sec–” He extends a healing hand to their body.

Roll: 12 + 4 = 16, +6 HP healed! Limstella 10/10HP

Healing Limstella feels... strange. Not like what he’s used to with the rest of his peers. Then again, he’s not the best healer, so for now he tucks that little thought to the back of his head. There will be time to ask about it later... hopefully. “You’re doing great! But try not to get bullied this time,” Claude chides lightly, landing a friendly, hearty slap to their shoulder. “I don’t think I can stand being the lone Deer in a nest of Eagles!”

[freliana]

[SHELLS] - sender shows off all the shells they’ve collected to the receiver

Being approached by Limstella in and of itself is surprising and worthy of note, but Tana does her best to respond warmly. There’s something about Limstella’s demeanour that leaves her a little uneasy; they seem to be like frost gathering on the pine needles of Walles Forest. Icy, sharp and clear in a way that seems unnatural, what with people being as messy and chaotic as they are.

Tana has been given no reason to dislike her classmate though - they’ve had little in the way of interaction but Limstella has always been perfectly civil. So she makes a point of ignoring her own disquiet and instead follows the raven haired mystery as they lead her across the beach. With no idea what to expect, Tana still finds herself caught off guard by what Limstella wanted to show her.

Seashells! It’s rather endearing really, how carefully spaced out and organised the shells are. It’s immediately apparent they have been handled with delicate care and attention. Deliberately selected too. Each shell is perfectly symmetrical and well formed.

“Oh these are lovely. I love the mother of pearl sheen on those,” she points to a column of five that reflect the sunlight so splendidly. Capturing summer’s gleam so perfectly. “I bet these would look lovely decorating your room! Add a little personal touch! Thank you for showing me.”

[stealstaff]

[FRIEND] - sender shows the receiver an animal friend they caught before letting it go [// it's a handful of mole crabs, and Limstella might not let them go ]

Tina's eyes grow wide with fright when she realizes the things Limstella holds out to her are moving. How they manage to calmly stand there while those creepy crawlies wiggle about is completely beyond her. Limstella looks at her and she starts backing the heck up.

The sand is uneven beneath her feet and she stumbles backwards, landing on her bottom. She covers her face with her arms and whimpers. She doesn't think she'll ever forget the feeling of so many tiny feet crawling over her face.

"I swear I'll do anythin' ya want! Just get those things away from meeeeee!"

[premiersoleil]

☼ luminous beings are we | + limstella.

starter for @stelleffigia

One advantage to attending the Officers Academy lies in the fact that Ferdinand cannot want for sparring partners, for many of his fellow students and the Knights of Seiros think similarly and practice their forms and skills day in and day out. Ordinarily, the ginger would choose one of his usual partners with whom to spar, such as Lady Edelgard (if he desires a serious match), the kind Blue Lion swords-mage with hair as azure as his House’s name, or the bluenette’s redheaded, floral-minded friend. However, the monastery has welcomed a recent influx of new students and faculty, and Ferdinand finds himself curious and eager to test the abilities of these newcomers. Though he himself is barely a fresh face here, it is only right that he show hospitality to his new classmates and take their measure of strength that they might know to avail themselves of his guidance.

So it is that he meanders about the monastery, greeting classmate and faculty member alike, be they affiliated with the Eagles, Lions, Deer, or neither. In doing so, he comes upon a curious personage wandering amongst the others, one intriguing and confusing for the utter lack of emotion expressed. Ferdinand cannot help the tilt of his head as he considers this particular newcomer.

The... man? Woman? Person? The person bears great beauty which, coupled with their expressionless face, gives the young Aegir the impression of a human-sized doll brought to life. One would not think that sparring with one so delicate-looking would be wise... but perhaps appearances are deceiving in this case? (And speaking of appearances, Ferdinand cannot determine whether to refer to the person as “lord” or “lady”; the beauty tells him “woman” while the body states “man.” If he is to have any answer, it would only be polite to ask the person what is preferred.)

Ferdinand graces the person with his most winning smile and extends a hand. “A pleasure to meet you, dear fellow student! My name is Ferdinand von Aegir, and I welcome you to the Officers Academy! I desire to become acquainted with you, and I would like to offer you the opportunity for a spar so that we may do just that. May I inquire as to your name and how I should refer to you?”