#support: lene

[odsfinest]

"Wh—Lord Shannan!?" Though she hasn't had many chances to speak with them yet, she knew Larcei and Scathach had been here. But to see the Prince—or, er, King?—of Isaach himself... she guesses he had the same idea as Seliph. And Ares. And Leif. And Ced. And—huh. With all these big names here and not there, would Jugdral be alright...?

Lene shakes off the thought. "I... didn't expect to see you here. How've you been?"

Jugdral, Shannan could not speak for. Isaach was left in capable hands though. Seeing a comrade currently not having a mental breakdown was absolutely invigorating, as sad as that may be. Shannan and Lene... well, they were not particularly close per say, though there was no inherent ill will. Perhaps this is one of the better changes about being here.

"Ah, Lene. I was wondering if you came here as well. I've been acclimating as best I can. Lord Seliph and..." he raises a hand, drawing a shaky circle. "That whole mess has been a damper on my arrival. But, I'm okay." A soft smile for the dancer. "And yourself? I trust you've been taking care. What class are you a part of?"

[selkitsune]

[ PHOTO IN MOTION ]

"A new face!! Its nice to meet you-- OH! wait, do you want to film with me? After all i think the two of us are the best dressed tonight! I can even trade my orchids with you after were done" Lene gives a small wink with a smile! "up to you- after all!"

“Oooh, you got a different one! That’s what must’ve smelled so good!”The fluffy ears atop her head perk up at the sound of the new voice, head tilted up to let her continue the sniffing that’d lead her over to this general direction to begin with as she pushes into the lady’s personal space. Yep, that’s definitely it alright! She kinda smells like it too, actually. Maybe it’s because she’s been carrying them around so long?

Selkie tilts her head slowly, looking the stranger up and down as she gives the air around her another sniff. She doesn’t know too much about fashion, but it looks very… like something. What’s the word? Retirement? What’s this dress retirement of…?

It’s got a lotta pink and fabrics, that’s for sure. Sorta like one of the things Forrest would make, she thinks — but then again she thinks that about all clothes. What else does she know that has fabric like that?

…Oh! That’s it! “Hey, your dress kinda looks like an orchid, too! Hehe, that’s funny.” Selkie beams, tail wagging in pride of her own connection behind her. That’s gotta be the intent, right? Then that means noticing it is a good compliment, and that means she’s repaid the compliment given to her now! Hooray! Her daddy would be so proud.

“Awww, you are so sweet! Yeah, sure, you can have one of mine,” The kitsune turns to the bouquet at her side, making a careful effort to make sure the one she plucks out for her is one of the few left she hasn’t chewed on. Because, of course, a nice and pretty lady with such a nice and pretty dress can’t have an ugly flower with bite marks taken out of it! That just would not match at all. “I gotta warn you though, they do NOT taste as good as they smell. Like, they’re sweet and all, but then they make your stomach hurt. It’s not worth it.”

Thankfully bouquets aren’t too hard to sort through, and it doesn’t take her too long to isolate one of the nicest looking ones, holding out to her with just as nice a smile as the one she’s getting back. “My name’s Selkie, by the way! Now what’s a ‘film’? Is it a game? Oooh, I’m really good at games. How do we play? Do we get to play now??”

[contempenitent]

It was easier to grab a group of people together and offer a show. At least thats what Lene believed. Her goal was clear- keep people distracted and that would stop the nerves from taking over.

Her movements were swift, yet full of power as she stepped around her make shift stage. Keeping distance as to not hit anyone.

The melody that played from her dance was enough music for her, Lene did everything with a smile before her number ended. Gracefully stopping at the center before giving a bow.

"I hope this help ease everyone on our journey-" Lene calls out, giving a small nod "I don't mind doing this again after some adequate rest, It would be my pleasure in fact" She continued before turning away. She needed a place to sit after all that.

Mauvier had never been exposed to much dancing before joining the Divine Army. There was the occasional troupe who entertained Sombron while the Hounds stood guard, but those memories are stained and unpleasant. When he thinks of dancing, he thinks of Seadall, of grace and discipline wrapped in a singular spectacle.

During last year’s ball, a dancing competition with a representative from each of the Academy’s Houses had captured his attention. Everyone had practiced so hard, and performed beautifully. It had lit up some buried spark in him; despite his frame, his bulk, could Mauvier move that way? Could he find the same fluidity and freedom, and inspire others to keep moving?

All this is to say, young Lene has stoked this same spark in him after many months. All the uncertainty of their shared journey, all the unanswered questions meant little in wake of the way she commanded her small stage. Mauvier feels ready for anything, in a way that becomes all the more rare as time marches.

He approaches her as the crowd clears, hoping he does not startle. “If I may,” he calls softly, “your performance was wonderful. I hope wherever our travels take us, we may all carry the spirit of your dance.”

[greilette]

[ LANTERNS ] - Lanterns shaped like flowers decorate a large table alongside bowls of strips of paper and writing utensils. Guests are instructed to write a wish on the piece of paper and then roll it into the rim of a lantern, and once finished, to set them into the water. The result of everyone’s wishes is a truly breath-taking sight of a hundred little lights on the ocean’s surface.

Lene knew that the lanterns meant nothing. She wasn't an optimist or idealist at heart. Wishing on a paper lantern would not make your dreams come true. And yet she lingered at the edge of the water with her own, hoping, dreaming that somehow, it could make a difference.

She had made her way to this big ball on her own, but somehow still felt a little lost. A beautiful gown did not make a woman. And so she stared from her lantern to the water's edge, wondering what could make a difference.

The dancer decided to take a break and see who else was also making wishes when she encountered a girl, most likely also around her age, also with a light. Lene stops and stares for a moment. She seemed peaceful, somehow. Calm. 

"What are you wishing for?" The words came out of her mouth without thinking. Oh no! That's probably like so rude!  "Sorry, you don't have to answer," Lene chides herself. "I just couldn't help but wonder what types of things other folk want."

Attention fixed on her latern, Mist is a little jumpy when the girl calls out to her. Reflexively, she smiles, letting her serenity shine in the lanterns' glow.

"Oh, that's okay," she quickly says. It is not often that Mist will keep secrets during tender moments such as these, and she pivots, turning to Lene.

"Maybe this is a little childish, but I was wishing for the wellbeing of my family. I sort of... have a big family, I guess. So I worry. Even though maybe I shouldn't." She giggles awkwardly.

Her eyes turn back to the water, her wish floating among a sea of hopes. "It's a simple hope. But I think it's better to keep my wishes simple, right?" She looks down at her hands, fingers picking at one another idly.

"That way, they're more likely to come true!"

[making-dough]

🎃 Our muses carving Jack-O-Lanterns

autumn prompts - closed

♠  ~ There's probably an art to carving a jack-o-lanterns somewhere. An art that if it existed, Farina had never heard of and clearly wasn't going to pay attention to. Perhaps, she really should've.

Cerulean eyes glance towards the dancer’s own creation. A beautifully hollowed-out lantern with round eyes holes and a jagged mouth. So round and smooth it was almost like a work of art.

The blue-haired jock glanced back at her own work-in-progress. Did this even still look like a pumpkin to start with? Probably not. It looked more like this random orange-y blob that someone decided to stab full of holes.

Farina shot another bitter glance at Lene's far prettier creation, her ever-present grin beginning to twitch. Now, that was practically a work of art. All round and beautifully carved.

She turned her glare back towards her own lump. Now, why doesn't hers look like that?

[jehannandancer]

» oh, crab!

starter for: @soluminus

Mission Task Board: It began with a crab with a knife. Monday night’s seafood surprise took a bit of a twist when crabs broke free of their bindings, picked up arms — kitchen knives, forks, utensils of all degrees of pointiness — and began a crustacean revolution that spilled out into the mess hall. Will you fight them back and restore order to the kitchens? Or will you lead them to glorious freedom? [ Sword + 1 ]

Tethys has seen strange things in her life in the span of 24-- no, 25 -- years, but this... this is new.

Often times she found herself assisting in the kitchen, and tonight proved to be both the worst and best time to do so. The crabs decided enough was enough and armed themselves-- as if their pincers weren’t dangerous already. Screams from the kitchen filled the Great Hall as one by one, the crabs broke free and grabbed whatever is nearest to them. One even threw a knife at the counter to show further defiance. Tethys shielded herself with a cutting board just in time, the color from her face drained as she saw the knife embedded perfectly on the wooden board.

This crab has better aim and strength than I do.

Amidst the screaming, Tethys knew this was no time to dawdle. Surely, help will be on their way, but for now, it was just her and those that were around to witness this madness. “I don’t know what sorcery took over here, but we can’t let this continue.” She says as she keeps the cutting board ready in case of more projectiles. She turns to one of the people around her, a green haired woman catching her eye. “We need to disarm them before someone gets hurt. Can you help me?”