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Ohh oh
godness gracious Lady Bernadetta.
Im so sorry for having pointed out your hairs poor state.
Worry not once i regain my proper stature we can look for some head covering for you.
For now maybe that hoodie of your might work?
"i-it's okay, tine... i know you didn't mean anything by it." ?????? how are they standing next to each other like that? "ugh, this is just what bernie gets for always cutting her own hair..."
[ BIRTHDAY GIFT ] - Everybody comes with a present prepared for the birthday boy, and they’ll have to drop it off with said boy (and his servants helping collect them) at some point! Get in line, scope out what the others have brought, and for the particularly chatty, why not make it into an ice-breaker topic with the person in front of you?
"HEY- HEy look at me, Hevring's heir, right?
Where the hell is your gift?"
Tine shouldn't be yelling at a classmate she only knows in passing, but seeing them languishing around has her worried.
A party or not, it still holds some of the trappings of nobility, and if there's an obvious blunder list, not abiding by the only real request their gracious host had is just asking for trouble.
She considers grabbing them by the clothes and into the cue, but that's too much of a breach of etiquette for sure.
So all she does is shove one of the packages she has on hand into theirs.
"I wasn't actually expecting it to be necessary, but I made multiple, varied gifts in case someone forgot theirs.
Don't forget that you are here representing your own family and the black eagles house; many people rely on you in that regard."
She came off
wayyyy too strong; it's hell of a good way to make people hate you…
"I apologize; I'm simply incredibly on edge about the event; in the end, it is your choice what you will do or won't. I'd never feel comfortable imposing my will on you. But if you do decide to gift it, just know it's a metal statuette of a wyvern with some tea blends."
Her own gift consists of a Pegasus statuette and an embroided handkerchief; she doesn't expect either to stand out from the dozens upon dozens of gifts with a more lenient budget.
She plays with the gift she got from the organizers before getting an idea.
she puts it on top of the package and says.
"Hey, do you collect those bracelets for prizes?
If so, I can contribute towards it; if not, I don't know, you could probably give it away?
Either way, I hope my outburst won't affect your enjoyment of the event, and I am sincerely sorry for it."
linhardt is in a good mood. that is, they're in a good mood until some one calls them with a very presumptuous and angry tone. it's out of sheer kindness that linhardt doesn't allow the gift thrust upon them to fall to the floor; though it takes a small juggling in their hands before they've fully gotten a good grasp of it.
“my name is linhardt,” he replies sourly. “and you can take this back.”
she accepts it - apologizing for her small outburst as a worry she acts upon a little too readily, and they can forgive that. after all, she's not the only one who has anxieties, and she's not the only one that acts strangely because of them. he may not have the fondness for tine as he does for bernadetta, but he does have the experience.
“i hate to pull rank, but if i insult our dear fauntleroy by neglecting to bring him a gift, there's very little his family can do about it without threatening their relationship with my house. my father is minister of interior affairs, in case you don't know.” they sigh. they hate to pull up politics at a time when they're meant to be having fun, but unfortunately so is the curse of hevring's heir. “the whole point is to be a little insulting; both to him and my house. i want to be here on my terms, i want to be just linhardt tonight. i did think of this ahead of time, you know.”
his hands fiddle with the small charm bracelet. is that her way of asking to exchange? he doesn't particularly mind, so… he removes one small turtle charm and offers it to her with a small smile.
“let's trade, then. apology accepted, and all that. i hope you can find some one else who appreciates your over-compensatory efforts."
It's staring at me...
Um... your fortune is... you will be normal again soon... okay? yay?
Tine Soup
(Soup) In the mood for dinner? This stall has several pots of boiling broth, as well as selections of proteins, veggies and carbs, allowing you to add whatever you like to them to make your own soup! Or to live out your witch roleplay dreams. Both are valid.
Beef, pork, chicken, creamy potato, cheese… There were soooo many options to choose from, how was she ever supposed to pick between them all! Camilla didn’t even realize how long she had been contimplating her choices. “Oh I’m sorry! I didn’t even realize there was anyone waiting on me! Go ahead of me dear, I’m still deciding!”
@tineoffreege
Is she allowed to bother him?
Her presence must doubtlessly be humiliating, especially undesirable given their current similar stations in life and yet the fact that they're hardly more than strangers, unlike the new Granvales nobility that hailed from Tirnanog.
Maybe her perception doesn't matter at all?
Regardless of it all, the worst disgrace she can inflict upon herself is to see someone suffer and willingly ignore it.
"L-ord Oifey?"
Crap, that is certainly a horrible start.
"Ah my apologies for bothering you. It's simply that I heard many of the passengers were seasick, and well...
Bread and salt help with upset stomachs a lot, and they give the mind something else to focus on.
I also have mint to chew on, but it's better for stress."
Naga knows she's the one in need of that.
HIS NOSE IS BURIED IN ANOTHER BOOK, some bloated piece bragging about the strength of Fodlan horses or other that is little more than a man's attempt to brag about subpar training techniques and a lack of respect for how wild and untameable the most majestic of creatures can be at the best of times. Still, it can hardly be considered at all a reasonable reason to avoid some level of socialisation, despite his rather unruly stomach attempting to keep him from doing so.
"Ah, Young Tine, how may I assist?" Lord Oifey, a reminder that the continent they fast approach holds a duty to which his claim still feels unnatural even after years of holding it. His beloved Chalphy awaits and yet that does little to abate the sea of nervousness in his body as a softened gaze falls upon the sweet item held in a nervous grasp. "Merely Oifey is enough, I'm attending as a professor after all." The chiding is a gentle thing, more a reminder for himself than anything else as his mind catches up to the words spoken.
Features soften, a gloved, unsteady hand reaching out to take the wrapped sweet before popping it into the awaiting maw. Sweets haven't always been his preferred, but farbeit to turn down a rather earnest effort to help with the seasickness that has plagued him since he left port. "Perhaps Child, it would not be a bad idea to indulge yourself, nerves are, after all, to be expected when you're returning home for what is presumably the first time in several years."
The gaze in those eyes is rather knowing, a look that speaks a thousand words as his hand comes up to gently pat atop the head of the young woman before him.
misletoe
hey remember how we hadnt talked since my botched love confession?
Altena needs to get down that hallway or risk a rather lengthy detour but Tine is standing right there. And there is mistletoe hung right above her. She's already on a tight schedule so taking the detour would cut into a lot of her time.
She has to go past Tine, even if she's been actively avoiding her since she confessed some pretty intense feelings. Altena still isn't sure how to process it.
This is ridiculous. It's just a girl and it's just a plant. There's no reason for her to be this intimidated.
"You should be more careful, you know." She gestures up to the mistletoe hanging above them before continuing through. "Someone might see you standing like this and get the wrong idea."
4🍪
Ohhhh yummy delicious cookie JUST FOR MEEEEE I'm so excited I can't wait I'm gonna get a little kissy too I MEAN LIKE IMAGINE LIKE THAT WOULD BE SO CRAZY I've never kissed anyone before wait what if I suck at it or like accidentally bite her lips or-
No sooner has it begun that it's all over. The moment Fee chomps down, the frail cookie SNAPS, and crumbs of her pride litter the ground between the two girls.
Fee disengages, disappointed. "Aw, jeez. I thought I would be better at this..." She ends up giggling anyway, chewing the one bite she manages to get. "Thanks, Tine!"
Baking is something Tine is still learning.
She can tell that this little bit of chaos isn't helping her; there's flour on her elbows, removing the eggshell pieces is taking more time than she assumes it should.
She isn't quite present enough to care.
For there is something far more precious at stake.
She's making sweet buns with crushed walnuts, almonds, honey, and cinnamon.
They're for students and faculty she would like to show her appreciation for.
An-nd well, one fellow student in particular…
She wraps the baked goods in clean cloth with differently colored ribbons to make it less apparent that only one ribbon is red.
She kisses the parchment—no lipstick; it won't leave a mark, just a foolish wish to be kissing him instead.
She reads it all over again, considering another draft but knowing it wouldn't change much.
Her feelings will remain the same, no matter how well she conveys them.
My love.
I hope you will forgive me if I linger too long when I give you this.
I know it will get suspicious if I deliver my words to you this way too often.
I hope to work on my restraint, but now there is nothing I long for more than to, at least for a few brief moments, hold your hand.
Those are words better spoken out loud, but my mind refuses to wait.
I love you.
I wish to be yours as long as you have me.
I vow to be strong for you.
To make up for what I lack.
You give me hope like rain gives life.
By my will.
Your Tine.
The clean-up is frustrating and exhausting.
It would put anyone in a bad mood, but when she's finally able to deliver the most precious gift.
She refuses to do it with anything but her brightest smile.
PREPARING FOR A TRIP IS ALWAYS AN ARDUOUS ORDEAL, especially one where preparing to meet with a family member you wish never to see again is a necessity. He's not sure how long he's going to be staying in Enbarr over the course of this trip, and yet he prepares for more than a few months anyway. Ink is sealed and almost haphazardly thrown into the pack before tomes are carefully adjusted.
Miscellaneous letters bundled together filled with thoughts he's never quite seemed content in speaking, addressed to each of his compatriots. The pile has only seemingly become larger than late, and yet one remains uncontained, a series of haphazard thoughts contained amidst inks overflowing, left unsealed even as he packed and unpacked and packed again in indecisive rigour.
They are thoughts that words cannot dare to speak, emotions born of a fleeting night that gives life to a day so rare for him to live in, and yet he commits his thoughts to paper regardless. He thinks of her, of emotions unfamiliar, of life and love and duty and rebirth before the letter is sealed and the pack slung across his shoulders, stepping out into Dawn's Early light long before the rest of his classmates are yet to awaken.
... Yet there she is, the woman for whom the letter remains unsigned, waiting with a package that curls against his senses as if enticing him to remain just a little longer, to linger like a specter just for a few moments longer, and so he does, untucking the pack as the baked goods are taken with an almost silent smile. Trading the goods full of her emotions for a letter full of his.
"Thank you, Tine..." A soft smile on his features, placing the letter full of his love and emotions in her hand as he carefully tucks the goods into his pack. "I'll... be setting out now, Enbarr awaits." A way to say I love you from a man who hardly speaks outside of riddles.
