#unwaveringpath

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bladesingers. // unwaveringpath

event starter for @unwaveringpath

          {♠} —; It had only seemed like yesterday did Sonya arrive in Eidolon. During that time there had been another festival going on, hadn’t there? Quite the interesting turn of events, now she is one of the veteran citizens here. How enjoyable was it to be once again wise. 

          {♠} —; As she continued to walk throughout the fair grounds, she took delight in the mass. The aroma of spices and flowered mixed in the air. It was really quite enchanting. Step after step she continued to wander, until she came across the Sword Dancing. Well, she knew just who would enjoy this sort of thing.

          {♠} —; With no time to lose, she finds herself running. Gliding across the town in heels to the tavern where she knew Primrose would be performing. She’d caught the dancer at the tail end of her performance, and didn’t give her much time as she tugged her arm and guided her out, a string of words leaving her lips. “Vivienne Festival. Spices. Flowers. Dancing.” 

          {♠} —; When she had finally dragged Primrose all the way back to the festival grounds, she immediately picked up two swords. Turning to the dancer and tossing it at her. Her sleek hair was slightly disheveled, locks obscuring her vision more so than the usual. She sweeps it aside behind her ear.

          {♠} —; “Me, you, a fair bit of sword play. Let’s not just let the boys have fun with swords shall we? I can give you some tips after if you’re not well acquainted with them.”

[genuinepath-blog]

another round, please, @unwaveringpath!

  Consider it a trademark of his, but whenever a tavern exists in a new location, Alfyn feels obligated to check it out. Some mead is made better than others, giving him a small list in the back of his mind on what towns he’s more likely to visit for such reasons.

  After a round-trip back to his new lodgings to drop his axe (he doesn’t think it’ll be much appreciated carrying it in here while it’s in the open), Alfyn opens the door and steps inside before taking a seat at the bar. He relaxes, taking in the atmosphere and those within before fully turning to face whoever may be running the joint.

  Primrose standing only feet away, however, is the last thing he expects.

  “ Shucks! ” he exclaims, boots firmly planting against the ground and hands pressing onto the counter-top. “ Primrose, is that you? I almost didn’t recognize ya there for a moment…! ”

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          “ ah, primrose. “

          “ happy spring. “

          with a brush of his temples, ozpin gives a smile that could betray his complete and utter exhaustion from a mile away. despite all of his desires not to be, in the end, the man was still human. nevermind the lack of aura or magic as well. the trade off had been necessary, he thought, but right now he wasn’t quite sure. the village needed help that he couldn’t provide. there was only so much that he could do before having to retreat back into calmer waters.

          it is at a time of rest like this that the woman finds a certain wizard, lying down in his bunk and staring at the wooden foundation above. a quick glance over would reveal the bandages, the scratches, the slightest hint of bruises here and there. fighting the good fight, isn’t he? “ we haven’t seen each other in a bit. “ he says, tucking one of his hands under his head. “ it’s late. have you been doing alright? “

( @unwaveringpath, it’s always the quiet moments. )

[holypath-blog]

@unwaveringpath

She finds herself by the forge again, watching the group working quietly on the silver hearts. Knowing she wanted to make one was one thing, of course -- but knowing what she was going to do afterwards was something else. Since she had gone to the fields of theama, it was more and more difficult to know what it was she was supposed to be doing.

She should be somewhere else. She should be searching for an answer.

She thinks of the lanthorn, empty -- cold.

Her eyes fall downwards, before landing on a familiar face in the gathering. She pauses, wondering whether to leave or stay, before speaking softly. “...Primrose.”

[ichibonsai-blog]

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  The cold is awful. It’s not a new conclusion that Arisa has reached, certainly not; she’d much rather be resting under some blankets and relaxing right about now. Sometimes, however, that isn’t enough.

  Her eyes land on The Crystal Tavern, taking in the homely aura it gives before entering. She does her best to get all the snow off her shoes, not wanting to drag it into the establishment (not that it matters much, probably).

  Approaching the bar, she settles onto a stool and takes in her surroundings. It’s... cozy. She feels the cold slowly drain from her shoulders, relaxing them as she faces the woman at the bar.

  ... She hopes she hasn’t been standing there too long. The idea makes her a bit nervous.

  “ O... Ohoho, apologies for the wait. Would you... perhaps have hot cocoa? ”

[ajisaikou-blog]

✿ — @unwaveringpath

It seems that the village is quite... bare-bones. There’s no school, so continuing her education while here wouldn’t be as feasible as she expected. But more importantly, no parents. And no parents meant no meals, at least besides the few she could cook herself.

She had yet to settle herself completely, and so cooking feels like too much at the moment. However, the mayor (who provided her with a source of income) pointed her to the direction of a well-known eating establishment. She enters the Crystal Tavern, a cozy establishment. And an empty one. 

Are they closed? Then why would the door be open? Perhaps it’s still too early to eat. 

Well, Touko is already here, so she takes a seat at the bar. 「Excuse me?」 She calls out towards the kitchen, though she doesn’t raise her voice much.

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even when sigurd was not in the most stable state of mind, his instinct was still to save anyone he thought was in trouble. he growled to himself at the sight he saw. a woman with what looked like a worried expression on her face and a somewhat older man holding her wrist. gods, didn’t these people have anything else to do with their lives? he quickly found himself intervening with a cheesy line and a grab of the man’s wrist, making him let go of the woman. the man even ran off after such a weak threat........ what a coward.

he let out a small sigh, then turned his head and attention to the delicate-looking brunette that he (thought) he’d just saved. “are you alright, miss...?”

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[infectedvessel-blog]

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the crystal tavern, which was a nice and welcoming establishment, seemed more lively than usual. apparently there was going to be some sort of performance tonight? that was what the owner had told the hollow knight when she asked it for help moving the tables so that there was a large, open space in the middle.

everyone was now waiting, and it was intriguing. the hollow knight hadn't seen any kind of performance in years. what would it be?

musical? something daring or dangerous? theatre? puppetry? magic?

anything seems like it could be possible here in eidolon village. the hollow knight guesses the best it can do is wait for the performance to begin.