#support: mae

[forlornwyvernrider]

"Hey, remember when I said you were huggable? Well, I meant it towards you!" She says. Wait, surely the way to this man's heart was through his wyvern. "But Minerva seems huggable too."

He agrees. In fact, he was already nodding in approval. Minerva is extremely huggable, but... again, no other winner must be picked lest he suffer from more tears.

“...only to those she likes.” He knows the intent, and he won’t cave and git. Quickly, he walks away.

[jehannandancer]

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“These poor people must be terrified if the reports are true.” Tethys speaks to Mae in confidence as they make their way towards the town nearest to Garreg Mach. To think she just visited this very town weeks ago in their own time... it looked so different, so defeated. The winter has been harsh even back then considering the bandit attacks and the food shortage, but this was in a while new level. People were disheartened and in constant fear for their own safety... and the one place that served as a symbol of neutrality was now nothing but ruins.

They were here to learn more and there was more than one way to go about it compared to simply exploring the ruins. There was always someone that knew more than them, and the common folk always had eyes and ears everywhere. They need only keep their own open...

“If we’re lucky, they won’t be too afraid to talk. Do you think they’d be interested in the oranges we have?” She looks over at her basket, a few oranges tucked inside. What little pocket money they had needed to be budgeted for their own needs, and incentives for their mission. The oranges looked nice and plump. Hopefully someone would be interested in trading them.

[fellsparks]

When Nel next visits her desk at the monastery, she'll find a small card sitting on one corner. Inside is a drawing of a life-and-death event that took place on a glittering, festive night. There's a towering plant, a thick stem topped with a huge, eyeless maw. The plant's mouth is crowded withcrooked teeth and oozing purple drool.

But never fear! A dark-haired somebody is running a majestic lance through the monstrous plant! Her expression cool and composed, her lance drips with onyx and black diamonds (represented by little black flecks and smudges that one might mistake for coal-pen stains. But no. They're gems and precious stones. Totally.)

Behind the warrior, a pink-pigtailed someone else jumps for joy and cheers You're soooooo cooooool!!!

On the other side of the card is a short message:

Welcome back! Thanks again for saving me from that killer plant at the ball. I know you said it was harmless to humans, but still! If it wasn't, I bet you'd have saved me anyway, like so

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Hope your mission wasn't too tough!

Mae ♡✾❊✰

Nel has received various gifts and letters from several students in the wake of their battle, a mixture of 'get well soon' wishes and simple gestures as a welcome back. It's surprising, really-- considering she's ... never had this amount of attention given to her over the smallest of happenings... but those around her care, and it's a realization that warms her through to the core. Either way, upon seeing another letter left on the surface of her desk, she can do nothing but smile fondly, the fingers of her uninjured hand carefully brushing against the parchment.

The elaborate scene painted upon the card's surface has so many details, she doesn't really know where to begin. Perhaps others would find the art to be rudimentary, no better than scribbles-- but to Nel... she thinks it may be one of the most beautiful things she's seen, a bit of laughter bubbling forth upon seeing the exclamation from the pink-haired companion that seems to be supporting the other. There's nothing that could possibly replace this, an image unlike any other, and one that will be committed to memory for years to come. "Impressive. I believe you did a wonderful job on the details," Nel muses to herself as her thumb runs over the surface before turning it over, eyes roving through the message left for her. She knew the sender in the moments she saw the pink-haired girl behind what she believes to be herself, but the affirmation is appreciated nonetheless. The next time Mae visits the classroom, it's likely she will spot a framed image on the wall next to Nel's desk. It's propped up nearly like a painting in a museum would be, proudly displayed, treasured every moment the professor's eyes land on it. Thank you, Mae. You do not know my nature as a dragon, and perhaps you will never-- but thousands of years of life make it impossible to remember even the things we would love to. This, however... it will stay with me, as will you.

[fellsparks]

[GARDEN]

After being caught in the rain, the warmth of the greenhouse was very, very welcome. The dense foliage and vibrant blooms stand out even more against the slate sky behind them. The viscount even has the vines that love to creep along Novis's homes, their tiny yellow blossoms as full as they'd be at the peak of spring.

But not everything was flowers and harmony. An unwitting moth settled onto into a plant rimmed with tiny thorns, and to Mae's horror, the plant closed shut on the insect, those thorns locking together like fangs. Slowly, carefully, as if the plant had eyes as well as a mouth, only to back into—

"Professor!" she yelped, wheeling around.

After what she'd just seen, any familiar face was a welcome sight. Nevermind that Mae had never so much as held a lance yet, let alone attend the instructor's seminars; one never knew what the future held. Mae lights up even more at the sight of the professor's charm bracelet.

"I didn't know teachers were getting in on this too." Unclasping one of her seashells, she offers it up, making sure to keep it away from any of the plants. "How about it? My seashell for yours. Just, um. Watch your fingers. I'm pretty sure I just saw some leaves eat a bug..."

It has certainly taken a good amount of adjustment to become familiar with being addressed as "Professor", and when she hears the exclamation, Nel is already making an effort to come to stand beside her student, dark brows arched in a quizzical expression. A glance to the side gives her a chance to guess what could've sparked such a reaction, and she has to stifle a chuckle in response-- one hand rests on the other's shoulder to steady her, firm and reassuring in its presence. "I see you have come face to face with the Fly Traps," Nel speaks in a smooth tone, wavering slightly in her amusement. "Rest assured, such behavior is normal for these plants. You have not discovered a vicious mutant." Whether that's a comfort or not, she isn't sure... but she can't imagine that most humans would be thrilled to find a hostile species on accident. "Ah, yes. We all have been provided with these- I cannot say I'm familiar with the concept, but I have rather enjoyed trading with faculty and students alike." Fumbling with the clasp on her charm, it takes only a moment before Nel is gingerly placing the small seashell into Mae's palm, a warm smile stretching across her features. "I would be honored. If it is any consolation, I do not believe the plants would find either of us to be very tasty."

[jehannandancer]

"You're a dancer, right? Meet me at the barre~"

A silly little chuckle escapes the dancer, and she has nothing but love and appreciation for the pinkette. She could channel her inner Celica right now and clap, but for now, a chuckle would do. “Indeed I am. How about we actually do go to a bar, Mae? It will be fun! They have the best fruity drinks. I’ll meet you there later, okay?”

Later on, only Tethys arrives by the bar, two fruity drinks on hand, but the pinkette never arrived, memories of her disappearing as she waited, “Hmmm...” She ponders out loud and stares at the two drinks, “Why do I have two drinks?” It must have been a mistake on the bartender’s part...

[forlornwyvernrider]

» how to break a man

Ask prompt from @maesterofmagic​ :  “You’re so huggable.”

“I know, isn’t she?” Gerome melts, forgetting whatever barrier he has up as he stares into Minerva’s smokey eyes. He even forgets what he was doing prior to this. All he knows is whoever said that was a person with taste.

“If looks could kill I’d have died a thousand times in one lifetime. Her scales might hurt if you do try to hug them, but in time one will get used to it--”

As Gerome rambles, Minerva’s cries fills the room. To most, it was incomprehensible. To Gerome, it was a full sentence-- one he does not seem to like as he breaks free from his short bewilderment, one step taken back as red tints his cheeks.

“W-what? What did you-- no, you’re mistaken, Minervykins, she was talking about you, clearly-- why are you laughing??” Gerome looks to Minerva and then back to Mae. As Minerva’s cries continues, Gerome looks away, a hand ruffling the back of his neck as he looks down, unable to face Mae. Nonsense, Minerva. I am not huggable--!! ////