wind tribe's sorceress

highly canon divergent rhajat. penned by blake. read rules and bio before interacting sideblog to aemtochter

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Random headcanon meme!

⍤ : What does your muse’s voice sound like? Is it light? High pitched? Scratchy? Deep? 

✍ : What is your muse’s handwriting like? Is it neat? Sloppy? Fancy?

☕ : Does your muse prefer coffee or tea?

⌚ : Is your muse good with keeping on schedule for meetings, appointments, or events, or are they always late? Or, are they always a bit early?

♿ : Has your muse had any injuries in the past?

☺ : What is your muse’s smile like? Do they smile often?

⚡ : How does your muse feel about storms? Are they afraid of them, or do they calm them?

⚠ : How does your muse react to possibly dangerous situations? Do they face them head-on, or do they plan out their actions first?

☃  : What is your muse’s favorite season? What about their least favorite season, if they have one? 

☂  : Does your muse like rain?

☼ : Does your muse like daytime or nighttime more?

🏨  : How well does your muse sleep?

❤ : What are your muse’s thoughts on love? If they are not in a relationship, do they believe that they will ever find a perfect someone for them?

☘ : Does your muse believe in luck? How about fate?

⚯ : Does your muse have good eyesight? If not, what is it like? Are they nearsighted or farsighted? Or both? Do they use glasses? Or do they prefer contacts?

👓 : If your muse wears glasses, what are their glasses frames like?

♨ : Does your muse have good table manners? How do they feel about bad table manners?

❀ : What is your muse’s opinion about flower crowns?

♬ : Does your muse sing well? Regardless of whether they sing well or not, do they enjoy singing?

📐 : Is your muse good at math? Do they like it, or do they hate it?

♞ : What is your muse’s favorite animal?

εїз : How does your muse feel about bugs and insects?

📱 : Does your muse prefer calling or texting?

☆ : Of the sun, stars, and the moon, which is your muse’s favorite?

ツ : Does your muse prefer lots of friends, or just a few close ones?

✝ : Is your muse religious?

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kamthebirdman:

“I’d prefer if you sat on my back,” he replied.  “I’ve never been gripped by talons, but I don’t think it sounds comfortable.”  

Kam moved closer, lowering his neck and his wing closest to her to allow her to sit on his back.

“… and to be honest… I was afraid I might have hurt you if I caught you with my feet.  My claws are sharp… and my feet smell.”

He chuckled.  At least… that’s what the series of short, fast breaths was supposed to be.

“I’m ready when you are.”

“Alright...”

Rhajat carefully climbed onto his back, holding on tight to where his wings met his body. 

“This isn’t hurting you?”

It had been so long since they’d flown together, and though she’d dreamt of it a thousand times it was still difficult to guess what would be painful to him and what wouldn’t be.

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@kamthebirdman

“Naturally, what?”

Kam approached her, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“Rhajat… I know something is bothering you.  Running away is just delaying the problem, not solving it.”

He bent down a little to see her eyes.

“Would you mind telling me what’s on your mind?  I want to help… as much as I can.”

“Naturally, I wasn’t exactly the most popular girl.” She said, avoiding his gaze still. She turned her head, even, reluctant to let him see her like this.

“... It... hurt. I was curious about magic, and my mother could summon the most beautiful things. But everyone thought she was a horrible person just because of her heritage.” No matter what the Wind Tribe might claim, most of the people within it were aligned with Hoshido- and prejudices still ran high. 

“And after you saved me, things just got worse. I... became fascinated with the dark magic that got me into that predicament in the first place.”

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"You can't just hide all the time."

“Surprise, surprise, it’s what I’ve done most of my life.” Rhajat grumbled, crossing her arms. One hand came up to her lips and she began to nibble on her thumbnail. “... Magic is rare in the Wind Tribe. Dark magic is even rarer. My mother wasn’t exactly the belle of the ball, contrary to how Father remembers her. And, naturally, I...” She trailed off, avoiding Kam’s eyes.

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Deep Ass Starters.

Sometimes it's hard to get in depth with your muse and their backstory, because you can't figure out how to bring those things up with others. Here are a couple of starters intended to make things a little more personal!

"What's holding you back?"

"I'm not comfortable with this conversation."

"Will you /ever/ be comfortable with this conversation?"

"Let me in sometime!"

"It's not that easy, you know."

"Help me understand."

"It's hard to connect with someone when all they do is push you away."

"Why are you always so cold?"

"Why are you always so happy?"

"Are you really happy now?"

"Who hurt you this badly to make you this way?!"

"What, did your ex mess you up that badly?!"

"Why do you keep fighting it any time you feel?"

"It's a problem, I get it."

"This is all kinds of messed up."

"That's not exactly a good coping method."

"So what happened, with your parents, really?"

"What was your childhood like?"

"Everyone has at lest a little bit of mommy/daddy issues. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

"My parents aren't exactly perfect models, either."

"You were bullied? What for?"

"Was it hard? Coming out, I mean."

"You can't just run away all the time."

"You can't just hide all the time."

"Are you still thinking about them?"

"I'm not the enemy here. But this makes me wonder who the real one is for you."

"Is the reason you're so cold and defensive because you feel threatened?"

"How long has it been since you last spoke to them?"

"You never talk about it, why?"

"How come you're so different around them?"

"It's like you don't have a care or worry in the world."

"You seem so perfect. I don't get it."

"What was your ex like?"

"I don't think I was ever good enough for them."

"Are you not comfortable being intimate?"

"Why don't you feel comfortable being intimate?"

"Letting someone see you that vulnerable, it's a scary thing."

"Are you scared of being hurt?"

"Have you ever been taken advantage of?"

"Why are you afraid of saying I love you?"

"I never understood how someone could say those words so easily."

"You're hurting others the way you've been hurt in the past, don't you think that's ironic?"

"You use people to make yourself feel better."

"I'm scared of being used again..."

"Losing someone isn't easy, but you're making it harder than it needs to be."

"How long has it been since you lost them?"

"You're too attached."

"I'm not attached, I'm just comfortable with what I'm familiar to."

"Maybe the real reason you're so controlling is because, deep down you'd rather have them in your grasp than lose them."

"Why did you ever break up?" / "Why did we ever break up?"

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kamthebirdman:

“Um… alright,” he said.

Kam was baffled, but it’s not like he had anything else to do.  It was a while since he had the chance to change into his bird form.  It would be nice to stretch his wings and take flight outside of combat.

He stepped back a way’s back, a vortex of flame engulfing him with large wings emerging, followed by his craning neck and long tail feathers.  The vortex disappeared, revealing his large magnificent form.  He reached out towards her with his large wings before holding them to the ground to support his weight.  He lowered his head inches away from her.

“Did you want to go for a flight?  It’s nice to go flying without getting shot at or killing for once…”

Rhajat reached up, cupping his beak in her hands. While there were feathers all about now, and she should be focusing on picking those up, she couldn’t help but stand entranced by Kam’s more avian form. 

She nodded in response to his question- it had been so long since she’d flown with him, not since they were mere children- and she jumped at the chance. She looked around, then back up at him before opening her mouth in confusion. 

“... Do you still want me to sit on your back? Or would it be better if you held me in your talons?”

That would be cool, really, but it was more with whatever Kam was comfortable with as opposed to what she thought was cool. 

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brilliantbasque:

“That’s all?” Circe blinks, “No information about the undead? Or how to summon more stable or even easier to control flesh mistakes?”

Circe took her lance without hesitation and cut a lock of hair from her tips, as well as an edge of her cloak, tying the lock in it as a little pouch.

“Here you go!”

“As much as I’d love to ask about summoning, I’ve been forbidden from summoning ‘flesh mistakes’ any longer.”

“I more or less mastered the incantations necessary, but the undead is off limits now. They frighten members of our army, and the stench is apparently unlivable. Not to mention it’s dangerous to summon any around camp...”

She accepted the lock of hair, tucking it carefully into the pocket inside her shirt. It wouldn’t do to lose it.

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tenaciousvendetta:

@brilliantbasque

“Of course I’ll help… for a price, of course.”

Rhajat laughed to herself, tapping her fingers on her tome before her. 

“Okay! You name it, and I’ll do my best!” Circe chirped, smiling brightly at Rhajat.

“Sides, all I need is a lil magic training! I’m really lacking there, and its embarrassing as a Dark Flier to only barely be able to throw embers at my foes, y’know?”

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Rhajat thinks for a moment before she smiles darkly. "A lock of your hair. You never know when you'll need a hair from death herself."

Of course, Rhajat knows Circe isn't exactly death herself, but she's pretty darn close.

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kamthebirdman:

“What do you mean?” he replied.  “There’s LOTS of things I could do.”

As Kam was about to continue brushing up on his tomes and scrolls, his eyes widened.  Gee, that came out wrong…

“Y’know... that.”

She didn’t want to get so specific- he was her soul mate, wasn’t he? Wasn’t he supposed to read her mind sometimes?

Well, maybe this wasn’t one of those times. 

“I want to see you transform again... It’s fascinating.” Plus, she needed some feathers for a spell she was working on, and they were easier to gather than locks of hair. 

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@kamthebirdman

“Oh, Kam... just the person I wanted to see.” The ONLY person I want to see.

“Can you... do that thing for me again?”

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@brilliantbasque

“Of course I’ll help... for a price, of course.”

Rhajat laughed to herself, tapping her fingers on her tome before her. 

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@melancholyjudgement

“Oh... Lydia. I’ve been looking for you... Heehee...”

Rhajat clasps her hands in front of her, smiling as she walks over to the noble. “I wanted to talk to you... Or just check up on you.”

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@archerofmitrenzi

“I don’t have time for chitchat. What do you want?”

Rhajat looked up from her many books, frowning at Cecil as he walked towards her. What the blazes did he need that he’d ignore the keep out sign plastered across the flap of her tent?

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