#warborn.start

[mightyecho]

✧ — — starter for : sephrenia && OPEN  ✧ — — when : chapter iii ‘ full of terrors ’ ;  the day after the attack during the festival ✧ — — where : the corridor outside of the ghita family’s quarters

“i regret to inform you that my ladies will not be receiving visitors today.” her voice rises and falls in a gentle melody, her words softened by the lilting wenchinkan accent and while her expression exudes that same demure gentleness, there’s a firmness behind her words. there would be no argument to be had here. after the festivities their lord king had so graciously provided ( excessive—  it had all been so excessive ), sephrenia had felt it best that the ghita clan rest, taking it upon herself to stand watch outside the doors that led to the family she served to ensure no one would disturb the peace they deserved. ( someone has to be here to drive the snakes away— their agitation makes them more likely to bite. ) 

“should there be anything i can assist you with, i would be glad to— otherwise, i will be sure to let my ladies know of your visit.” 

[offortis]

starter: open location: corridors of the keep time: midday 

Zareen tried not to let the thoughts of her greatest fears distract her as she worked, but the memories of that night were difficult to push completely from her mind. She was cleaning away the dust off a mantle in the palace when a flash of her memory made her hand tremble, which in turned caused her to accidentally knock over a glass vase. All she could do was gasp at the shattered pieces that lay at her feet before she knelt down to quickly pick up the broken pieces and gather them in her apron. She hoped no one would spot her, but she heard footsteps getting louder and she knew had been seen. “Please don’t tell anyone of this, it was an accident I swear it,” she said, barely glancing up at who was now there as she continued to gather the glass pieces, not even realizing she now had a small cut on her finger. 

[elegxnceincxrnxte]

𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖘: open 𝕻𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖊: outside of the capital city 𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖓: sometime after the attack and visions

          This lake had always calmed her down ever since she found out about it’s existence. It was a peaceful and quiet place to be, and since people still seemed to be affected by the visions they saw, this was the right place to be. No people meant not feeling their emotions. It was just her, the calm water and the soughing of the wind in the trees.

          Calian, who had been laying next to her feet, lifter his head and turned it. Meilin didn’t hear anything, neither she could feel anyone. She looked down and pet him a bit. “Is someone coming?” she asked her friend and got a soft whine as a reply.

[remmbrance]

𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌  𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐈𝐀:   EVENT.      ——     open​

fear  reigns  the  lady’s  heart  so  rarely  ,  for  she’s  built  a  cage  around  herself  to  protect  from  all  harm  -  fighting  against  every  instinct  in  her  .  now  ,  everything  she  is  seems  to  have  disappeared  ,  her  senses  nullified  ,  making  her  no  different  from  any  other  .  she  can  see  others  speaking  around  her  with  some  clarity  ,  yet  she  hears  nothing  more  than  mumbles  .  it  puts  her  on  end  ,  and  for  once  the  spy  feels  both  free  and  lost  .  as  a  young  girl  ,  she’d  prayed  to  the  gods  time  after  time  asking  them  to  free  her  from  her  curse  -  yet  none  had  answered  .  now  the  so  called  ‘  relief  ’  of  her  curse  is  most  unwelcome  .  they  do  not  enjoy  the  touch  of  strangers  ,  nor  even  most  of  their  companions  ,  yet  genya  does  not  even  question  herself  as  she  stops  them  ,  grasping  their  wrist  to  halt  their  pace  .   ❝    tell  me  i’m  not  the  only  one  .   ❞

[xthemagiciancard]

𝕬𝖙 𝕴𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖆 𝕶𝖊𝖊𝖕, 𝕾𝖚𝖓𝖘𝖊𝖙

    Three. Five. Ten. Constance couldn't recall the precise number of times she read the letter from her parents months after her native home fell to the Ottolan Empire. For so long, she attempted to make sense of the reasoning behind the inked words on the parchment over and over; nonetheless, she could not comprehend it. It has been decades since she heard from her parents. Why bother contacting her now? And for what? To inform her that they escaped? Evaded possible death? Nothing from the letter had any logic to it.

    Constance glared down at the letter in her hands before rolling her eyes, tucking it back into the waist pouch attached to her belt. Looking out to the horizon of Iarna Keep, high above on the solid upright part of the battlement, she tucked the useless questions deep inside her head and led her thoughts to more relevant matters.

[acsthctc]

𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖘: open 𝕻𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖊: market on keep’s grounds  𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖓: during the festival of the divine

          His brother and his family was visiting him for the celebration. It had been years since he last saw them and their daughter had grown up so much. Last time he saw his niece she was just a baby, but now she was almost seven. And he wanted to get her something from the market during the festival, but he had no idea what to get. He had been eyeing a rag doll that looked like a princess, but was hesitant to buy it. What if she didn’t like it?

          “I’m sorry to bother you, but I’d like to hear your opinion. I’m not good with kids, but... would a six year old girl like this?” he asked the person next to him.

[bluepathos]

when: chapter 1 where: the palace’s library, archival section. with who: anyone !

a poison being involved, especially in the small yet big world of a monarch and his castle, could mean several things ; gaining a free ticket for the chopping block for just breathing in the wrongest of moments being one very much feared by all of the ensemble currently guest of the waning highness’ opulence, selfishly clenching to their life like they’d clench to a piece of ore --and ironically, legitimately so.

but to those like him, whose nose was more interested in trailing along dried ink and withering paper, hearing of a poison would only mean that someone had been clever and cautious enough to smuggle an intricate concoction under their nose. or has prepared it within the castle walls with an excuse or another, the possibilities were many --and mind of a scholar always would run to the next book, the scroll put aside, the notes written by an alchemist’s morbid curiosity.

chasing cautiously everything that could become a potential lead or herring --for when it came to a king’s health, after all, nothing was left to fate, because fate has left walochnia a long, long time ago.

[launderingknights]

he can’t help but stare, there’s a lilt in his brows- as he watches guests of the king, shovel dinner into their mouths. it’s a spectacle, practically one that would offer to that of starving peasants, had he not known these particulars of the court- were well beyond that. you could see the greed, and how they treated that of the staff, even under the vise of guests. “tell me,” he leans in to the nearest person, though his voice is a notch lower. “is it quite normal for them to unhinge their jaw, in order to guzzle their wine?”