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@ulirblood
LADY EDAIN from GENEAOLOGY written by LEON. affiliated with TOA. professor of the blue lions house who specializes in faith/staves & princess of yngvi. arrived at the garreg mach monastery after raising her loved ones' orphaned children into fine adults who brought peace to jugdral once more. GEN 2 CANON POINT.
PINNED GRAPHIC by ALINA.
[ muse | mun | stats ]
a distant call of home
mission board: herald / poison prompt.
"Heh. All this ruckus, over a pampered little girl..."
The words seemed harsh, but Eyvel says them with an obvious tint of amusement, hands rested on her hips as she watched aspiring chefs of all kinds bustle about the mess hall, panicking about tomatoes and spices and what was her favorite food again?
In her capacity as a mercenary, Eyvel had offered her assistance in preparing for the festival in Baile. Their demands were large, and the pay that came with it? Even larger. The woman scoffs at herself. Not that a lady of Yngvi was particularly hurting for gold, but it would be nice to donate to the local charities and orphanages.
She wasn't a master chef, but she made meals for the Orgahil on occasion. 'Perks' of being one of the only women on the ship. Even during those years in Sigurd's army, she insisted on working for her own keep, fancy noblewoman or not. And when Mareeta, Little Leif, and Little Nan were still in her care, she cooked for them too.
Gods knew Finn was hopeless in that area.
Looking away from all the ruckus, her gaze lands on the person next to her—namely, the side of her sister's face. Edain. Even now, Eyvel was in shock that her sister had survived Belhalla... that she survived Grannvale.
She had even been the one to raise Seliph in Sigurd's place; the boy that would become the continent's hero.
...Though, she supposes she could say the same for herself and Lord Leif.
Still. She wishes she would have had that chance—that time—with her own children.
"Think you could test the stew, Sister? My sense of taste is alright, but I've no doubt yours is far better."
@ulirblood
there is a mountain of time between the two of them, but edain is so used to it that it doesn't matter— even if it felt so much more like a dream than it did the first time.
"oh, it's fine isn't it?" edain laughs lightheartedly, pressing her hand gently to her cheek. there's chaos in the kitchen— from the little bit that she can see peeking inside from afar— but honestly, edain doesn't mind it. "it sounds like she'll offer them a well paying job if they manage to curry her favor. wouldn't it be nice to help make someone's dream come true?" she suggests this with a point upward of her index finger and a playful tilt of her head.
that being said, edain doesn't blame her for not wanting to be what is essentially a training dummy for a chef.
"if it's good i'll make sure you have a taste too, sister."
holy
⤷ mission task: epidemic ( reason +1 )
“Hold on, I'll get something made!!” he tells her, ambling his way over towards where she guides him. With her leaning on him, this becomes his first priority. Where his voice volume wasn't kind to her present situation, he makes up for in physicality. Brisk but mindful to keep her with him, letting her use him as support, when he gets to the sheets, he lowers the both of them down until she's kneeling on the ground. It's then that he splits, pulling the sheets from the shelf and lays them down on the ground, layering them to try and give as much of a cushion as he can. Still, it's sparse, and she will surely still feel the cold, hard ground beneath it even with this attempt.
He takes his blazer off and rolls it up into a makeshift pillow, seeing nothing else to it that he could do to make it any better.
“Here. With me now, Lady Edain,” he instructs vaguely as he brings himself back to supporting her, trying to guide her body down and over to laying on the makeshift cot he's made for her. Hovering over her body, he watches her reaction, testing the waters.
“I'll handle everything else as much as I can,” he tries to reassure, voice softer at last but no less earnest. “You don't need to worry...”
But no less certain if he was any more convincing either, his hand resting on her shoulder once more to gently press her back and impress upon her his conviction— a squeeze comes unbidden.
"thank you." edain nods towards him, getting into the cot with a little help from the guidance he offers. it's hardly comfortable, but it's also hardly anything she hasn't had to sleep in before.
if she were a little more aware right now she might have noted the uncertainty in the way he tries to reassure her he can handle everything.
instead, she thinks of the dearly departed. of pink hair and a bright cheerful grin.
"if you had a staff in your hand right now you'd be just like your mother..." she laughs quietly, the sound of her voice bathed in melancholy. "she didn't have the tact that a cleric needs but she could take over healing duties for me like it was nothing, and..."
her voice trails off and she lets out a small sigh, closing her eyes. "i'm rambling, i'm sorry. you don't have to take over for long... i'll be alright with an hour of rest."
still got that bow in me — andrei & edain
"Edain—!"
Her name wrenches from his throat, something between a warning and a plea, as she turns her back to him in the name of those she could yet care about.
(Just like before, just like always…!)
The villagers' plight do not concern Andrei, in the end. He had accepted the mission to send them the necessary supplies simply because he is capable of accomplishing such a task with ease, and will be compensated for it. He has no intention at all to fight a Crest Beast on their behalf.
But he still remembers the warmth of her hand upon his, a smile turned towards him from a much more familiar face. It hadn't been real, after all, replaced now by something colder, more distant, a back that turns away again and again. He doesn't even know if she would want him to fight on her behalf.
(But if he were to lose even this, would there truly be no hope left for him?)
Andrei slips an arrow from his quiver, running out just a few steps behind her in time for the Beast to notice their presence. Its wings span out to their fullest as it lets out another piercing shriek, ready to lift itself into a flying charge.
edain!
he calls out her name and edain stops, turning back around to look at him in surprise. she didn't expect him to call out her much less— much less follow after her.
the crest beast lifts to the sky and edain tumbles forward from the mere force of the wind its flapping wings exerts. it flies over her head and edain realizes it's not going for her but for him.
he's going to die if she doesn't do something! she can't.. she won't let happen again!
"urgh..!" she grabs for a rock off the forest floor. "hey you... stupid bird!" she shouts, throwing it with all her might at its back. "your prey is over here!"
let's just say horses wouldn't be called horses anymore — sigurd & edain
He nearly asked in what manner she would have had him behave, to sufficiently convince her that he knew that he had been a dead man, but it wasn't the point, entirely – their reactions had stemmed from the same things, in the end. He, with his desire to continue living, and she, with her desire for his death not to be disrespected.
The horses did not help. That he had to admit.
They had been terribly quiet as this discussion had been going on, and when their frustrations were settled Sigurd resolved to give them a gift, for their patience and understanding. It was not everyday that two old friends could reunite in such a manner, and it was no one's fault that it needed coincide with their strike.
Still, when one nickered awkwardly, tilting its head as though about to ask if they were all right, or perhaps could get a move on, Sigurd winced briefly and brought a finger to his lips, and gestured to Edain in his arms.
The horse snorted, shaking its mane out and pawed at the ground gently before it strode forward and bumped against the wall of the stall.
"Excuse me, I hate to barge into such a touching scene – madam, you may take as long as you'd like, of course, for whatever this man has done, but it is quite rude to do so here, when our discussions have been parlayed into his hands. We're still waiting for what's been promised."
"Ah-hah." Sigurd smiled. "Please – we know that you are all experiencing a matter of injustice, and I assure your needs will be met. Once hers are."
edain sniffles, eyes shut tight and shoulders shaking. she doesn't want to let go of him, but she knows she can't cling onto him forever.
there are things to be done— needs to be met, as lord sigurd put it. edain pulls away abruptly upon remembering the knights of seiros still waiting for their steeds. she hadn't lived to fill her own needs in such a long time— that wasn't going to change here.
"right. ahem." she clears her throat, wiping quickly at the corner of her eyes with a single finger. "what's this about the horses speaking and experiencing injustice? have you well and truly finally gone insane, lord sigurd?"
I ABANDONED MY BOY! — seliph & edain
The change in Edain's expression doesn't elude Seliph. He sees what his younger self found haunting her when he couldn't fully comprehend the grief. The loss of his parents didn't hit him as hard as it could have, should have, because he only knew Tirnanog and the orphanage and those days with his caretakers and friends. But for Edain, the loss must have cut far deeper.
Seliph nods in response to her question, relieved that she has already seen them but also guilty. "Yes."
His mouth opens, only to close. The faint chatter from the other side of the double doors is growing louder. "Let's continue our conversation as we walk, Edain."
Turning left, he starts leading them away from the classrooms.
"I met Mother within the first weeks of my stay here. Father showed up some time after." Seliph glances in her direction with two purposes in mind. For one, he makes sure she is following. Secondly, he tries to read her expression. "I thought about writing to you about them so many times, Edain... But if someone had told me my parents were alive before I saw them for myself, I would have been skeptical." Especially after that imposter had made his appearance and dashed the hopes Mother had planted in Seliph's heart.
"And..." He lets out a sigh, shoulders slumping. "I didn't want to seem like I was pulling a prank on you or disrespecting my parents' memory."
yes.
that single word— edain’s heart thunders in her chest, the chatter of the students in the background only making everything so much louder. seliph seems to be able to see right through her, so she follows behind him without any fuss. always the kindest of children, she thinks while watching his back.
“you’re a good child seliph. the only thing it would have made me think was that someone was trying to take advantage of you.” she chuckles, trying and failing to school her expression to calm. “it just would have made me come here all the more faster. you might be a grown adult now, but i still feel like i have to protect you sometimes…” even she can recognize when she worries a little too much over a now grown adult.
silence, then edain opens her mouth to cover it. there is so much she could ask when it comes to how he feels about them being alive, but she settles on— “have they been treating you well?”
the jugdral yuri situation is crazy — deirdre & edain
"Perhaps I should kick and scream the next time." Deirdre rests an elbow on the desk and leans her cheek against her hand. Her lip puffs into a pout. There will be a next time. She knows there will be. He will leave her behind again and claim it is safer if she is not with him.
It does help a little knowing that Edain was there with him. As much as her husband worries about keeping her safe, she worries about him too. Edain knows how he is and Deirdre knows there is no other healer better than her dear friend. "I hope you did not need to take care of him too much. But... I do know him."
She continues reading the paper in front of her and her face furrows deeply at this student's account of their time in the Aed. Cultists. The thought of it causes her skin to prickle. Before she had met Sigurd, the idea of them finding her had been her greatest fear. "Maybe he was right to keep me home... Please tell me the two of you did not need to cross the desert..."
“i think you could get through to him if you fussed enough. he’s always been weak to your crying face.” edain smiles softly, allowing herself to briefly bask in the memories of the past with the two of them.
she pauses when deirdre expresses worry— rather, anxiety over even the idea of the aed desert. “we didn’t cross it. we actually ended up going around it completely. ” priestess reassures immediately, offering her hand across the table in case deirdre would need that kind of comfort. “… but you know, even if we did i would have died in order to make certain lord sigurd crossed that cursed place alive.” seliph finally had his parents to be there for him— she would never let him lose them a second time.
┊ ┊ may i offer you a pancake in this trying time
[ anniversary 2025 ] - gauntlet +1
He notices the space between her words, the silence that he assumes hangs heavier for her than for him. It's interesting, but he doesn't want to draw attention to it; he'll just keep it in his pocket for later.
"Lord Andrei?" he repeats. That's who he had assumed she had meant, but he was smart to not guess outright. There are mysteries in the spaces between her words, ones that Naesala does not think he'll uncover on his own. He thinks that he could reveal the nature of his and Andrei's relationship --
( and that would be ... what? exactly? that the two of them shared a few kisses, that Naesala cares about his well being, and allows himself thoughts of Andrei too often to be a coincidence? )
-- but Naesala isn't sure what words he should use. So, he settles instead: "Andrei is a... friend. I know him, we've spent some time together."
His own deliberation mirrors Edain's, but he decides not to think about that.
there’s something there beyond friendship, she can tell, but she doesn’t push back against what he says is their relationship.
after all, if she were asked, there isn’t much she would be able to say to what is barely an acquaintance now.
despite herself edain smiles as she looks down at her chest. “… i’m glad that he has friends here.” she would never claim to understand him, but if he really was alive then she would never want him to be alone without anyone at his side. she couldn’t think of a single person that deserved that kind of fate.
then she presses her hands together nervously, glancing back up at naesala. “… is he doing alright? i haven’t seen him in a long time, so…” a long time is putting it mildly.
may 2026 → passed
skill points → 54 to 55
gauntlet → C+ to C+(1/2)
this is my new blue haired archer son – ronan & edain
Ronan nods in gratitude and takes the handkerchief as he listens. So not an aunt or a cousin, but a family friend. Jugdral was a vast continent; that he - a commoner from Thracia's countryside - would share a connection with this woman of the cloth was almost unbelievable, but what finally brought the surprise front and center was that she knew Grannvale's prince personally. Surprise pulls his eyes wide.
"That's amazing..." he breathes. "You must be pretty important, Miss Edain." Then he blushes and his eyes lower again as he ducks his chin down into the collar of his shirt. "Th-thank you. My mother would be happy to hear you say that... When I'm at home, she's always reminding me about my manners. I can't take any credit for how Prince Leif turned out though. We really only met during the war, and it wasn't like we really had time to do the things friends usually do."
He scratches the side of his cheek. "Actually I don't even know what kind of classes he's taking here. He seems like he knows everything already." This is more of a mumbled aside, but he raises his eyes again once the heat in his cheeks has abated. "I can tell him that you're looking for him though? If you were such good friends with his mother, then maybe he'd want to hear the stories you have."
she chuckles quietly seeing his embarrassed reaction. it almost reminded her of the way lester would react when she complimented his archery closer to adulthood.
“don’t put yourself down like that.” she can’t help but stand and reach forward, patting him affectionately on the head like she would have her own son. “the bond made between two people fighting the same war can be stronger than even blood relation. there isn’t a single reason to think you didn’t do anything to help him change at all.” her smile turns warmer and far more genuine as she looks down at him.
“modesty is a good trait to have… but it’s not bad to be proud of yourself once in a while either.” if there is anything he takes away from this conversaton, she hopes it’s that.
“would you do that?” edain clasps her hands together hopefully after sitting back down. “that would be wonderful. i’ve been too busy with the blue lions to make sure the students of the other houses are doing alright. of course i’d like to meet him naturally… but that really would be a great help.”
how many archer sons can a girl have — claude & edain
toaball2026 — moved from here
Claude watches as Edain pulls out a few select flowers, creating a warmer color combination with some less matching tones temporarily moved off to the side. Almost immediately the mosaic, while still maintaining a cheerful vibe, stops looking like someone splashed paint all over it. He smiles.
"That does look more concise, yeah. And still warm, too." With this guidance, he starts arranging the flowers a little more consciously than before. Oookay, this actually kinda makes sense.
"I'll never really be a designer," he muses with a small laugh as he observes his work for a moment, "but once you get the basics and stop trying to do everything at once, it does become easier." He looks up at Edain and grins. "Thanks for the help."
What she mentions at the end does pique his interest a little. "Sounds like you've been through some experiences, huh? I'm not gonna ask if you'd rather I don't. You can also correct me if I'm simply wrong." Not like he's too open about the details of his own past, after all. "I just find that usually, those who value freedom the most are the people who were once at risk of losing it."
“of course. sometimes you just need to take a step back and think in a different way.” edain suggests with a casual point upwards of her index finger. “i’m certain you would have figured it out yourself if you were left to your own devices for a while, but well…. i can’t just leave a student alone if i think they're struggling.” she smiles sheepishly for a brief moment before he inquires of her past.
she hardly takes offense to it. rather, she’s a little touched he’s that curious about her. perhaps she can use the idea of freedom as a linking thread between the two of them. “no, you’re not wrong.” she shakes her head. “you don’t get to my age without going through anything…. though i would like to think i mellowed out with time.” edain laughs lightheartedly. “i was a force of nature when i was younger. if i got an idea in my head my father was lucky to get even the chance to stop me.”
“......” Leif barely suppresses the urge to sigh before he musters his thoughts and energy, holding out his hand for the girl to take. “Come on. I'll help you.”
She looks at Leif with some measure of disbelief at first. When he arches a brow, she seems to make up her mind, grasping onto his proffered hand and holding on tight. Leif encourages the girl to sling her arm around his shoulder, silently asking her to lean on him for support.
“Let's go to the courtyard. Lady Edain, you're following, right??”
And with that and a hup!, the prince is off. The fresh air of the cool winter night hits, a pleasant breeze enough to be felt but not to completely frost coming through. Leif lets the young noblewoman off at one of the chairs intended for small one-on-one teatimes before he pulls a chair for Edain opposite of the gloomy girl, silently slipping one of his lilies on the seat for Edain to take.
He himself stays standing on the perimeter of the table.
“I should introduce myself... I'm Sofie, daughter of Baron Baltzine,” the girl tries to compose herself, but the tears are still streaming down her cheeks. “I'm going to be married off once I graduate the Officers Academy, and when war comes, my husband will force me to fight snff... and th-then I'll die for nothing!!”
“War?” Leif cocks his head, arms folded across his chest. “But what if war doesn't happen??”
“Th-that's what I'm going to the Goddess Tower for! To pray it doesn't!!”
"mm. lead the way."
edain follows after them, a sense of pride washing over her watching leif's back as he cares for another.
she nods her head towards leif in silent thanks before sitting down, tucking the lily left on the seat in her pocket. she would be sure to give him a tulip later— when there was not another to worry about.
ah. what a way to ask that question. he might be able to care for others, but there certainly is a lack of delicacy in the way he questions sofie. she's crying again— edain lets out a sigh. "it's easy to say that war will or won't happen." she gives leif a glance before leaning forward to take sofie's hands.
soft and delicate. this is a girl who hasn't known hardships up until now.
"there is always power in prayer, but you know i don't think you have to go to the goddess tower for that." she suggests, instead of chiding her for even thinking of going. "there are material things you can do now to change your future. have you talked to anyone in your family about your worries? you could talk with your fiancé as well. he might be a kinder man than you realize."
how many archer sons can a girl have — claude & edain
toaball2026 — moved from here
"Edain, huh? I've heard a little about you," Claude hums, his mind pulling out all Intel and notes it gathers immediately without him even asking. Honestly sometimes he wishes he wasn't as constantly wary as he is, but, well, comes with the territory. "Focused on magic and healing, but I've heard you also know more about archery than an average cleric would." He smiles. "The bow is my specialty, so you'll have to forgive me for being a bit curious about that. Buuut we can talk about that some other time," he adds with a huff.
Sometimes, even he gets a bit tired of his own laser focusing.
At her question, he turns his attention back to the rather haphazard attempt at a bouquet in front of him with a light huff. "I'm... Not sure, actually. I was thinking something about freedom and leisure at first? But that kind of sounds like anything should go and work just fine. Which, it doesn't. I just ended up with disorganized chaos, and that doesn't have to be a part of freedom, does it."
he's heard of her? it's not like she keeps her past with archery and knighthood a secret.... but she can't help but wonder who he's heard that from. she doesn't get the chance to ask. perhaps later.
"it's true what you have is a little chaotic. perhaps something a little more open and inviting then?" she suggests with a tilt of her head. "warmer colors invite a more calming feeling. and if it were me..." she picks out a few flowers from what he has.
"how about you focus on these? they represent friendship and unity. i can't think of anything else that makes me feel like i have freedom more than that."
how many archer sons can a girl have — claude & edain
toaball2026 — moved from here
he seems a little bothered by the fact he's so stuck on this. edain wonders, for a brief moment, if he's used to excelling at anything he trains in. or perhaps he was a perfectionist? she could only guess until she could coax the answer out of him eventually. "it doesn't come naturally to everyone. it took me quite a few lessons when i was a little girl to get the hang of it myself."
she hopes that reassures him a little. "it's nice to finally meet you. she presses her hand to her chest in her own introduction. "my name is edain. i'm a professor for the blue lions, myself."
edain hums, looking at what little of his creation currently exists— that is, the small bunch of flowers he has. "well, let's see. what kind of feeling do you want to convey with this arrangement, claude?"
@failnaughted
[ GRANNVALE ] - An old waltz from before the rise of Emperor Arvis. It was popular during its time in the 750s but has now become a relic of the past, one that may not be as appreciated by the newer generation.
"Ew-uh! This song is totally cringe-uh! It's lit cheek! This is like old people music!"
"what?" edain blinks, staring down at tina like she's a foreign species she's never seen before. she has no idea what lit cheek means but she can tell she doesn't like the song.
"... the song is a little slow, huh?" she smiles nervously. she's never been good at picking up the slang that children use. "but the dance itself is.... fire?" that's how that group of students had used that the other day, right?
urgh, she's suddenly second guessing everything she's ever heard from the students now.
[ FLOWER ARRANGEMENT ] - No matter how many flowers you gather, your bouquet won’t look its best unless you have the skill to make it so. A couple of students have taken upon itself to imbue their peers with the knowledge of flower language and the art of flower arrangement, and as a result the garden has become something of a workshop.
she notices him in the corner of the garden, away from the rest of the students fussing about their bouquets.
she might not be in the house that he leads, but she recognizes him. a child with the undoubtedly important position of a leader in his future.
maybe that's why she ignores the other students for a bit and approaches him.
"you've been staring at these flowers for a while." she smiles kindly, tilting her head. "is there something on your mind? perhaps having some trouble picking out which flowers to include for your arrangement?" she hopes it's something lighthearted like that and not something serious plaguing his mind— but she'd be there for him where she could be either way.
┊ ┊ may i offer you a pancake in this trying time
[ anniversary 2025 ] - gauntlet +1
"Lady Edain," he repeats, and decides to commit this to memory. He's playing nice this time around at the monastery, he doesn't want to cause any issues for others around him; neither Reyson nor Leanne are here to keep him in line, so he has to behave on his own. It's actually a bit more difficult than he would care to admit.
He shrugs his shoulders a little, rolls them back and pretends the ache from the earlier fight does not begin to settle in his hollow bones. He's fairly good at ignoring pain. "I'm glad I met you, you know. When my students fall during their flight instruction class, I'll send them to you."
The only reason they ever really fall is because it's funny for Naesala to allow them to do so, but he does not think it wise to add that comment.
There's a beat, and he looks back at Edain for a moment before speaking. "Do you have any relatives here at the monastery, by the way? You look familiar to someone I know."
whatever naesala says about letting students fall off their pegasi goes in one ear and out the other the second he mentions relatives at the academy. “huh? oh…” edain purses her lips tight, rubbing at the sweat that had begun to form at the back of her neck. she knows naturally of course that he must mean blood family, and the only one here that was related to her currently was…
“… i do, yes.” she finally speaks after a moment of (silent) deliberation on her end. she would never be the type to act like her family didn’t exist— no matter how terribly things had gone with them. andrei was still her little brother after everything, even if she didn’t understand how or why he was here in the monastery.
“do you know lord andrei?” she can’t bring herself to look at him while she speaks. “he’s my little brother. that might be who you’re thinking of."
