The Curse Of Tism

Don’t worry, the name is just a silly thing. Azurella ask Blog. Hurray!

[wrenhasablog2]

You walk in the snow, seeking shelter from the cold. Your eyes light up as you gaze at what appears to be a tavern. You enter the tavern and there’s nobody there. The door closes and it feels like another world. Empty for now.

Only a book that floats in the air can be seen. It glows, floating around the empty space.

You grab it. The glowing stops and your curiosity gets the better of you. You open the book. 

It’s instructions on how to make this place home. What will you do with this new world? What will you make of it? It has to be something good.

Oh little moon, what will you do? The world watches with anticipation.

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This is my second blog. My main blog is @wrenthemoralfander

Please be nice. My main blog I will post about everything, my side blog, well I don’t know what I’m gonna do with it, but I’ll figure it out.

-Wren.

[captain-indris]

@wrenhasablog2

Azurella made her way through the city, “Indris! Hey, brought you food that I made myself. Don’t worry I made sure it can’t hurt you if you take a bite of it.” She offers him some Fish and Mushroom rice. The rice was brought from the Lightbearers from topside, but the fish and the mushroom were from the forests. Azurella made sure the mushrooms were safe to eat.

She paused, “So… I need to ask you something. Do you know the guy in the mask? Who is he, is he friendly, can I be friends with them? You seem to have a really good relationship with him. I am asking you because I am nervous he’s gonna bite my head off...”

[ @wrenhasablog2 ]

(Indris greets Azurella with a curt wave)

"Hello again...That's very kind of you,"

(He tries the rice dish and there's the raise of an eyebrow. That's an interesting texture, perhaps one to try again later.)

"Hah...No need to be nervous. The Imperator won't bite your head off, he might, however, drag you into something in order to escape from working..."

"We have a good relationship...?"

"Nevermind. Do you wish for me to introduce you?"

[wrenhasablog2]

"Ah. I see." Drag you into work, she's numb to being dragged into work of others. It's not new to her, so why so nervous this time?"

"I would love to... wait, are you sure he wouldn't mind?" Azurella asked. She did not wish to impose. "However, I would regret it if I didn't. You know what? What am I doing?" She shook her head. "Sure, I'd like to meet him."

[forsaken-family]

Azurella makes her way through the forest of Whiteridge, eager to find Shemira. When she Daimon and Niru, she spoke calmly. "Hey Daimon. It's nice to see you. Niru, where is your wife?"

She sighed, "I... I need to talk to her, about something."

Azurella needed to talk to her about some things.

@wrenhasablog2

"Miss Azurella! It's nice to see you again."

"Ah, you are asking for Shemira? She is inside sewing a new jacket for Daimon."

*The sigh has not escaped Niru's sight. His brows furrow slightly, but says nothing about it.*

"I will call her. Please wait a moment."

*And with that, Niru disappears inside. Shemira came out afterwards.*

"Magister Azurella. Niru did mention you wanted to have a word with me."

"If it is something serious, you can always talk to me in private."

[wrenhasablog2]

Azurella nodded her head. She waited until Daimon left with Niru and sighed, "Shemira... I have a question. Maybe two. So... the reason I asked to talk to you privately, was because I need some help. First question... is something that's been on my mind, and I thought to ask you. Recently I got sent back in time to prevent the mass extinction of the maulers, back 10,000 years ago, to the Immortal War, and I had to play the role of Hunting Goddess, and…” tears escaped her eyes, her voice cracked, “maybe I won’t ever understand it fully but... I need you to be honest with me…”

She had to explain who Gala was, saving her from being a sacrifice, what had happened, why she was sent back in time, why she was heartbroken, how she had to make the difficult choice leaving behind a child she had raised, even though Azurella was sent back in time to save Maulers from extinction from the blood moon prophecy and couldn't stay, Azurella cried upon knowing the high priestess waited and waited for her until she died.

She waited for her and it hurt Azurella, knowing she was not able to go back. "...M-My first question is this. How do y-you lessen the pain? Does it... ever go away? Please be honest with me, Ms. Shemira. Even if it's ugly.” Azurella asked, sobbing at this point.

She figured she’d get the serious question before asking her second question.

[dawnethekeeper]

@wrenhasablog2

Azurella makes her way to Dawne’s house. She could not believe the nerve of some of the students to accuse her of cheating. She hasn’t even done anything to them.

“Dawne I-”

She stopped finding Dawne writing down a poem, but the ending is what caught off guard and made her laugh. Dawne was cursing but putting it in a poem? It made her laugh.

“I was unaware that my best friend was a poet.”

Dawne was gonna punch her classmate in the face. Her study buddy cheated on the test, and now she just wanna punch them in the face.

"I'm gonna punch this dude... he makes me sick in the head. If I see him again, I'm gonna... make that asshat regret it for... ruing my day, and sending me away... to detention! WHY DID THAT RHYME?!" She paused, seeing light flood from the now open door of the cottage she was renting. She looked over and smiled.

"Oh hey Azee! Yeah, gotta do a poetry assignment or I," she pauses, showing her the letter from the Lyceum, "...get my first day of detention."

[wrenhasablog2]

"...hmm, well, you have a start. But there doesn't have be a rhyme in every line you write."

Azurella came in and put the box of cookies on the table. "So, Dawne," she closed the door. "which professor did you get into an argument this time?"

[magister-cyran]

(Set Post-ToM.)

Azurella, made some delicious shepherd's pie, cut veggies, and drinks, cookies from her adopted mother's shop. Th tablecloths set, taught by Professor Callistaur. She had everything prepared. A long time ago, she considered catch-up lunches like these time to hang out with her best friend and brother figure. Now, it was a serious talk. In a realm where even dark magic never worked properly, and all magic bowed to the whim of Azurella's realm. The only way out? A literal walk through the garden as the garden was a maze in of itself and at the end, the exit. In Azurella's sorta... pocket dimension. Cyran has seen it, Dura above, has been in it once. Only because he wanted to see if she was lying.

Azurella looked at the photo. The one of them together, hands shaking. She sighed, setting up the table and then exiting the portal. The portal was still open, for it would not close until the guest in question arrived. She sent the letter, to Cyran's study. It had a purple stamp, only used if a serious discussion was needed.

"𝒞𝓎𝓇𝒶𝓃, 𝓌𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓀. 𝐼𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝓂𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝒶𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝒯𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎, 𝒶 𝓅𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒶𝓁 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝑅𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇, 𝐼 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓁𝓎. 𝐻𝓊𝓂𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝒻 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑒𝓁𝓈𝑒…"

-Azurella.

She used the golden butterflies to deliver the letter. Upon reaching Cyran's study, the butterflies landed on his desk gently, placing the letters down. All flew away, fading into golden light. The letter had a few creases and a tear stain. Although it wasn't said. it was heavily implied and was not up for discussion.

W E N E E D T O T A L K.

Azurella just had to wait.

@wrenhasablog2

...

*Cyran had just placed down his quill, about to get up to follow his duties in the palace, when the golden butterflies delivered the letter.*

...

*With chagrin he takes the minutes to read the letter. He places it down with a scoff.*

Hum. You summon me at a rather inconvenient moment. And your urgency is curious, given the long time of silence between us.

Tsk. Very well. Entertain me then. I shall give you ten precious minutes of my time. You better not disappoint.

*Cyran traces the ink lines on the letter, knowing the portal to be accessible through them, just as Azurella had promised. In one smooth movement he rises from his chair, turns and steps through the glimmering portal behind him, arriving at location he once has been to before.*

[wrenhasablog2]

Azurella was reading a book, so when she heard footsteps her eyes glanced up. The portal closed behind him, to sustain the realm. "Cyran... part of me wondered if you'd come. I was thinking you would not attend." Azurella closed the book and looked up at him.

The portal could not stay open, per Sect. 2, Column Two, Paragraph Five. Sustaining The Realm: Sect. 2, Column Two, Paragraph Five. While the world itself is made of magic, it must be maintained. To keep itself stable, the portals that allow entry to the realm cannot be left open. For once the desired guests have entered, the portal closes and must close to continue sustaining the realm. The only exception to this is the exit portal, residing at the end of the maze. Magister Azurella can make exceptions to allow an emergency exit portal to be opened if it is deemed necessary. However, Magister Azurella has stated it is far too risky, and should only be done in the event the exit portal does not respond.

Azurella gestured for him to take a seat. The food was still hot and fresh. Azurella, was nothing if not a hospitable host. She smiled softly at him. "Part of me expected you to just burn my letter. Yet you chose to attend. I am... grateful." "I would ask how you have been but after... what happened at the court Mage selection, you did not seem interested in talking. I revealed my identity and you seemed upset." Azurella's memory was bad, but she remembered him saying 'You don't know me as well as you think you do.' That... hurt more than she would ever admit even though he was correct. It had been twenty years or so. "Are you gonna eat? I made it myself. I think... one of us liked this during our Lyceum days. I cannot remember if I liked it or if it was you... I think it was you."

She takes a bite of shepherd's pie. For two reasons.... One, to prove it wasn't poisoned and two? To show Cyran that she had no intent or interest in harming him. Besides, even if she wanted to, she couldn't. The realm negated offensive magic plus dispelled dark magic plus that would not do her any good. After all? It was a sanctuary.

"I have to commend you. You were strategic in overseeing the court mage exam. You wanted to know things about the Arcane Council, truth be told, you were almost successful with learning that info. I am not surprised. You always hoped to surpass me. You almost got what you wanted. For that, I congratulate you. The plan was almost a success. However, with what happened to Gervan... you manipulating him, you giving him a crystal, the same type of crystal that is connected to your staff to imprison me, which I did like how smart that that is. I did not love it like you said I would. All of it made me just think about the you comments you made, your intent. It drives me to ask some questions. Which is why I invited you." She took another bite, knowing she couldn't avoid this any longer. They would need to talk; he must've known this took a lot of energy and strength to arrange and do this talk, how she had to keep herself from losing it. "My first question," This is where her tone goes cold, and for the first time in millennia, she was not beating around the bush, she wasn't joking around. It took her everything not to yell or scream. Just firm and cold words. It was.... unlike her. She looked so calm as she said this. "What did you hope to gain from breaking into my tower? Aside from the info on the Arcane Council you planned on learning and teaching to the Syndicate? Truly, I want to know. My memory isn't perfect Cyran, but I am far from naive. Since you always prided yourself on your projects during our Lyceum days, please, explain it to me like you would a thesis."

[kafka030]

@wrenhasablog2

Azurella made her way to return a book that someone named Kafka. It was a notebook on magical studies. She did not read it but she did use her wild magic to wrap it.

After a few days, Azurella finally found the house of Kafka. She teleported in, footsteps quiet. Almost... deathly so. She dropped the book off, with a note explaining who she was, and why she entered the space: to return this notebook, reassuring them, she had not read it. The book was in good condition, save for the tiny drop of mud on the cover, but it was fine.

Azurella was currently practicing her transfiguration, and was doing pretty good, but stopped to take a break. That's when she sensed it, someone was watching. She sighed, "Every day has an interesting one out of the week." So Azurella's eye glowed with blue and fire was created. Shoot, that's... not what she wanted to happen, so she tried to put it out. It made the flames brighter. "Look out!" She yelled. No trees were burning, no animals, but the fire roared

Wild magic being wildly unpredictable, what a shocker.

> @wrenhasablog2 <

In a certain area nearby the Quaint Mystical House...

Indeed... an Owl was observing her from one of the branches, watching every single movement of hers, as Magister Azurella... was not from Magister Kafka's realm. She squinted her eyes, then, flew away when the fire suddenly raged... due to her unpredictable Wild Magic.

Some of the birds keeping shelters on the nearby trees... flew away, letting out such... distressing chirping sound to warn the other animals nearby to evacuate from the location.

As the woman yelled... the yell of hers reached the short, red haired Magister which was jogging in that area. She rushed towards her, witnessing the fire was roaring infront of them.

"What the-- this is NOT in my bingo list today! STAY BACK, GAL-- YOU'LL HURT YOURSELF!" As she about to cast a spell, to extinguish the raging flame, a thunder could be heard in a distance.

"Ahh, crap--" she immediately cast a golden, protective barrier around them and... the rain suddenly fell heavily upon the flame, extinguishing it in a few minutes.

As the rain stopped, she uncasted the barrier, sighing in relief, as both of them were not soaking wet from the sudden rain. She glanced over the shoulder and saw a man with long, wavy silver hair, wearing a white aristocrat clothes, rushed towards them, slightly breathless. An Owl from before flying beside him.

"Thank, Dura Above... This adorable Owl tells me about the raging flame around this location... ... Are you alright, Miss Eva and... ..." He paused, catching his breath when he finally stood infront of them. The owl landed on the nearby branch, eyeing them for awhile.

"May I ask... are you... Magister Azurella..?" He asked, in shaky tone, as he took out his notebook which... he could sense the similarities of... her Wild Magic and... the traces of magic upon his notebook.

[wrenhasablog2]

Azurella sighed, and looked up, “My apologies. I was trying to put out the flames, but… Wild magic is unpredictable. I work with it and yet it doesn’t always work like I want it to.“

Azurella got up, wiping the dirt off her dress. Professor Hepler was gonna kill her. And she couldn’t even begin to imagine the lecture she would receive from Zorya. “I sincerely apologize… I take it that none of you guys are hurt?”

She had never lost control like that. At least not in a while. She had gotten better at controlling it but wild magic was well… Wild.

[kafka030]

"NO BIGGIE, GAL! PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT! IT'LL TAKES SOME TIME TO MASTER THAT WILD MAGIC OF YOURS!" Magister Evangeline grinned at Magister Azurella, as she inspected her... whether she had a burnmark from the raging flame or... torn out dress from the fall. She sighed in relief, as there was no sign of it.

Magister Kafka plastered a sheepish smile at her, as he, then... lowered his gaze. "We are... alright, Magister Azurella... unharm by the sudden... raging flame a moments ago..." He said, in shaky tone, as he noticed her... dusting off some dirt which had stained her dress. He stared for awhile and... she noticed it, grinning widely.   

She tugged Magister Azurella's sleeve to grab her attention and pointed at her stained dress. "OH-- YOUR DRESS-- ... Wanna head to our house?? IT AIN'T FAR FROM HERE! Kafka can wash n dry up your dress for ya-- IF YA WANNA HEAD HOME WITH A CLEAN DRESS! Ehehee..."

"M-Miss Eva... That's..." He flustered when she brought up that offer towards Magister Azurella. Indeed... he felt like scrubbing off those stained dirt upon her dress... however... ... 'twas quite a peculiar request for him to bring it up.

... Out of the blue, she stepped up, voicing out what he thought at that moment. ... she probably... using the Mind Reading Spell, upon him, yet again... ... Quite a terrifying spell, indeed... to expose oneself...

"Well... urm... Would you like to... stay for awhile in... the Quaint... Mystical House or ours... while resting from such... intensive magical practice of yours..? I could... ... brew you some tea..." he tried to look away, as she kept on pointing at Magister Azurella's stained dress, grinning at him.

[wrenhasablog2]

Azurella chuckled, and nodded. "I... oh, it happens." She said about the dress getting dirty. Honestly, it did not bother her. However, seeing this girl's reaction, she decided: a little wash couldn't hurt it.

"Of course, I would not mind."

She smiled, and followed them back. "Thank you for checking on me. I wasn't hurt, however I appreciate it. If the phrase "actions speaks louder than words" sticks true... it means you let your actions speak for you. I appreciate it.." Her tone is calm, calculating, the scariest part of about her. It could be unsettling at times. She noticed and laughed, "Apologizes. I admit... I sounded pretentious. I appreciate that you didn't kill me for breaking into your place. While yes, I did return the book, I still well... broke into your place. I am truly sorry for that."

"Is there anyway I could make it up to you both? To your owl? He's not hurt is he?"

[silentsigilist-noctis]

@wrenhasablog2

The sound of birds could be heard, the wind could be swaying, and all was right with the world… Accompanied with the sound of someone screaming. “Ahhhhhhhhh! Woah!”

Azurella took a moment to catch her breath, having caught herself using her magic to get her down on the ground by using a magic slide like rug. Her magic was wild, untamed. Traditionally most Lyceum students had a type of magic they followed. She never did. Hers was undefined, which was great in the fact that she could do literally everything all at once. But it was also not great because she could do everything all at once.

“Well, that’s a no go! Flying lessons are a no…” she writes it down. Azurella sighs, her hair getting in the way. She moves it out of the way to see. That’s when she sensed it.

Rune magic.

Azurella never particularly bothered to learn rune magic, but it did intrigue her. She grabbed her notebook, and her box of pencils and pens, put them in her bag and went to find the source of the rune magic. After searching, she finally found where the source of the rune magic was coming from. It was someone sitting at a small table carving runes.

She used her light butterfly grab their attention to hopefully ask about it. Azurella’s light butterfly landed softly on the person’s finger. Gentle, glowing a bit before it turned into a whisp of light that floated around the stranger’s hand before returning to the caster.

Azurella waved hello.

Noctis pauses, seeing the whisp of light disappears into thin air, leaving a magical residue that he could sense.

Humming, he turned his head before his golden gaze locked onto a girl around his age or perhaps younger wearing the Serene Lyceum uniform standing on the path.

'So a fellow student..', he muses as he puts his book down.

Seeing her wave and friendly grin, he raises his own and return the gesture with an aloof expression.

[wrenhasablog2]

Azurella walked over, her mind hazy. She had originally joined The Lyceum to help solve the murder of the headmaster, but she also did it just because she wanted to relive her school days because she generally couldn’t remember how they went. “Hi… do you mind if I sit here?” Azurella asked. Although she appeared so energetic and her magic was untamed, she herself was just tired with everything that went down.

She just needed to catch her breath.

She was angry at the deputy headmistress, but she was also angry at Cyran. She really didn’t know him as well as she thought she did. She really needed to talk to him, but that day would come later.

Azurella opens her book to a new page, and she began to write down details about the rune magic she had felt. After a minute, she paused, and put a wooden box with Wilder Carvings that held delicious cookies inside on the table before looking at the stranger. “You… I think I remember seeing you with… Never mind, I can’t recall who I saw you with. What was your name? I don’t think I caught it. I’m Azurella… it’s nice to meet you.”

She smiled, the type of smile one would give someone when they are friendly but also a little tired. Although maybe that might be her memory problems.

“I sensed rune magic and I want to… inquire about it. If that’s okay.”

Azurella wrote down “…magic is found to be linked to a student named…? I don’t know his name so I have to ask.” She then added the words, “Don’t ask it twice. You’ve already asked for his name. Do not forget.” Realizing that he is able to read it, she slides the notebook forward. Azurella never intended to hide this fact.

“I have memory issues… so I write down interactions I have with different people. I don’t write down everything, but I write down the information I believe to be important. If it makes you uncomfortable in anyway, I’ll put it away and I won’t write. Just… let me know.” she slides him a pen and a pencil in case he wants to write a response.



[wrenhasablog2]

A butterfly of golden light flutters down and lands on the nose tip of a plushie, startling it. As the plushie lets out a squeal, Atlas turns his gaze towards it to find a letter resting by its side.

Hmm...An invitation to a luncheon? And...magic going out of control within the realm? How interesting. I wonder what he would think.

He folds the envelope neatly and pockets it.

...Well, it would certainly be a shame not to look into such an intriguing place. I suppose my research would have to be temporarily put on hold.

After delegating his remaining tasks to a plushie, the celestial departs for the Garden of Tranquility.

...Greetings, young lady. Are you perhaps the owner of this garden? I am here to attend the luncheon. He looks around with curiosity.

And I must say...this place has been decorated rather beautifully.

Azurella paused, and bowed! "Greetings, I am Azurella. Yes, It is my invite. I was surprised the butterflies as messengers worked, I need to find a new way to send messages... hehe, I do Not, wanna anger Misarte. My mentor taught me to offend a god could be worse than death."

She was more relaxed... She had a celestial as a mom figure in her life so to Azurella, it was not a big deal. She lead him through to the cabin whether the other two guests were. "The cabin is here and there is a lake nearby down the path ahead. You can go for a swim, or if that’s not to your liking, there are games we can play. Guessing games, puzzles, card games, musical chairs. Like I told the two other guests who arrived, we also have snacks, a meal that will be served later on and tea cups that magically refill themselves. It’s just how I set the realm up. Now, if the snacks aren’t to your liking, or the meal is not right, there are other snacks and meals I can get for you all for the luncheon.”

“We also have a painting competition. You will choose a partner. Essentially, you will paint a piece, with a timer set. Once the timer is up, your partner will trade places with you you and finish the peace with a prompt. then you all vote on different paintings. There’s a surprise award for whoever wins.”

Azurella really needed to know. Was he... did he know Zaulona? Probably not. The Lady of Lucidity and Rationale had very few friends. Azurella smiled the divine being, "If you need anything, let me know."

[wrenhasablog2]

"Hello! Is this the place? I'm pretty sure we recieved an invitation...." Kiri, dressed in pink and green of which starkly contrasted with her blue hair, lightly sprinted out the portal. Behind her, Magister Luna follows her friend closely behind.

"Um, Luna.... I think I forgot, was there a dress code here?"

"You're not supposed to be asking that last minute!" Luna whispered furiously, when suddenly, their eyes turn towards the inhabitant of the realm.

Azurella is currently finishing setting up the table for the luncheon having finished everything else, before magical butterflies landing near her. “They are arriving. Good.”

She makes her way to Kiri and Luna and greeted them.

“Greetings. Yes, you’re in the right place and no. There is no dress code.” She waved. Azurella guided them through a small field and flowers, and showed them the cabin house along with an outdoor table that had been set up with tea, cups and plates. “This is where the festivities will be taking place.”

“If you guys want, there is a lake nearby down the path ahead. You can go for a swim, or if that’s not to your liking, there are games we can play. Guessing games, puzzles, card games, musical chairs. We also have snacks, a meal that will be served later on and tea cups that magically refill themselves. It’s just how I set the realm up. Now, if the snacks aren’t to your liking, or the meal is not right, there are other snacks and meals I can get for you all for the luncheon.”

“We also have a painting competition. You will choose a partner. Essentially, you will paint a piece, with a timer set. Once the timer is up, your partner will trade places with you you and finish the peace with a prompt. then you all vote on different paintings. There’s a surprise award for whoever wins.”

“So, welcome.” Azurella smiles, as butterflies fly around them.

[wrenhasablog2]

A butterfly of golden light flies down as you receive an invitation:

“𝒜𝓏𝓊𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶 𝒾𝓃𝓋𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓂, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝒶𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎. 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓇𝒹𝒾𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒾𝓃𝓋𝒾𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒶 𝓁𝓊𝓃𝒸𝒽𝑒𝑜𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶 𝓁𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓎 𝓉𝑜𝑔𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇. 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝑔𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓈, 𝓅𝓊𝓏𝓏𝓁𝑒𝓈, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝑜𝓉𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒻𝓊𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝑜. 𝐿𝑜𝓉𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒻𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝑒𝒶 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓋𝑒𝒹, 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓉𝑒𝓈𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝒜𝓏𝓊𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝒹𝒻𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓇𝓎. 𝒪𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓎 𝒾𝓈 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇, 𝑔𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝑔𝓊𝒾𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝓍𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝒶 𝓃𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓀 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝑔𝒶𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓃. 𝒲𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒹.”

The letter is sent with a dark blue stamp. There is also a tiny note inside the letter stating to be careful using magic as magic in the realm due to how the realm is set up. It’s not that no magic can be cast, it’s that the response or output will be wild. 

Will you attend?

[wrenhasablog2]

Spoilers from the next season, but…

Aurelian did not understand the gravity of he was dealing with. He is dealing with Magister Merlin. The most powerful mage of all.

Azurella looked like she wanted to very politely shatter this man’s mind. What threw me for a loop, however, that Merlin is not our name. But then again it would make sense, Merlin is our title.

Azurella is the name my magister chose. It is not her actual name.

All I can think is her in the second photo staring down at this man and thinking to herself, “what shall I do with you, you who bears the name of greed?”

And that’s the problem with greed, it consumes you, and if you’re not careful…

ℂ𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝…

[sofavishnyaed]

I must admit! Cyran now has a major rival for my Merlin's heart!

Aurelian - i think he will be in the game later! Here he is, watching the drama at the lyceum from the sidelines! He is so pretty and a think he is evil ass.

[wrenhasablog2]

If evil, why so handsome? 

[kafka030]

@wrenhasablog2

Azurella made her way to return a book that someone named Kafka. It was a notebook on magical studies. She did not read it but she did use her wild magic to wrap it.

After a few days, Azurella finally found the house of Kafka. She teleported in, footsteps quiet. Almost... deathly so. She dropped the book off, with a note explaining who she was, and why she entered the space: to return this notebook, reassuring them, she had not read it. The book was in good condition, save for the tiny drop of mud on the cover, but it was fine.

Azurella was currently practicing her transfiguration, and was doing pretty good, but stopped to take a break. That's when she sensed it, someone was watching. She sighed, "Every day has an interesting one out of the week." So Azurella's eye glowed with blue and fire was created. Shoot, that's... not what she wanted to happen, so she tried to put it out. It made the flames brighter. "Look out!" She yelled. No trees were burning, no animals, but the fire roared

Wild magic being wildly unpredictable, what a shocker.

> @wrenhasablog2 <

In a certain area nearby the Quaint Mystical House...

Indeed... an Owl was observing her from one of the branches, watching every single movement of hers, as Magister Azurella... was not from Magister Kafka's realm. She squinted her eyes, then, flew away when the fire suddenly raged... due to her unpredictable Wild Magic.

Some of the birds keeping shelters on the nearby trees... flew away, letting out such... distressing chirping sound to warn the other animals nearby to evacuate from the location.

As the woman yelled... the yell of hers reached the short, red haired Magister which was jogging in that area. She rushed towards her, witnessing the fire was roaring infront of them.

"What the-- this is NOT in my bingo list today! STAY BACK, GAL-- YOU'LL HURT YOURSELF!" As she about to cast a spell, to extinguish the raging flame, a thunder could be heard in a distance.

"Ahh, crap--" she immediately cast a golden, protective barrier around them and... the rain suddenly fell heavily upon the flame, extinguishing it in a few minutes.

As the rain stopped, she uncasted the barrier, sighing in relief, as both of them were not soaking wet from the sudden rain. She glanced over the shoulder and saw a man with long, wavy silver hair, wearing a white aristocrat clothes, rushed towards them, slightly breathless. An Owl from before flying beside him.

"Thank, Dura Above... This adorable Owl tells me about the raging flame around this location... ... Are you alright, Miss Eva and... ..." He paused, catching his breath when he finally stood infront of them. The owl landed on the nearby branch, eyeing them for awhile.

"May I ask... are you... Magister Azurella..?" He asked, in shaky tone, as he took out his notebook which... he could sense the similarities of... her Wild Magic and... the traces of magic upon his notebook.

[wrenhasablog2]

Azurella sighed, and looked up, “My apologies. I was trying to put out the flames, but… Wild magic is unpredictable. I work with it and yet it doesn’t always work like I want it to.“

Azurella got up, wiping the dirt off her dress. Professor Hepler was gonna kill her. And she couldn’t even begin to imagine the lecture she would receive from Zorya. “I sincerely apologize… I take it that none of you guys are hurt?”

She had never lost control like that. At least not in a while. She had gotten better at controlling it but wild magic was well… Wild.

[queerryan]

Things I wished AFK Journey would do:

"Refresh" treasure chests, at least in the initial map

Side quests updates in the initial map so we can interact more with characters

Daily dialogues with characters, in map or at Homestead, this could even be used to boost affinity

Affinity tiers! Like, you complete tier 1 of affinity you get the gifts, the head plushie, tier 2 and forward boost the character stats.

In map events, sort of like the homestead lunar year event, with also interaction between characters of different seasons.

FREE SKIN TONES

[serenaofesperia]

Azurella was practicing her magic, wild as it was. The Lyceum required orderly magic so she had to pick a path. Ugh. She could not use wild magic. So... she had to suppress it for the time being.

Azurella practiced her wild magic in secret, often dancing to her own tune. And that was fine... ...except when it came to Serena.

Serena was popular, pretty, though Azurella did not like how mean she was. Azurella was doing her assignment from her history teacher. Esperia's graveborn: Monsters or Lost Souls? She had to convince the class that Graveborn were not monsters. She knew a lot of history... not to brag but it's that she was good at it. Her mentor, Callistaur always said... "History is important, and if you cannot remember... learn to ████ ███ █████ ██ ███████ or ███ ███ doomed to repeat the failures of tomorrow."

She decided to take a break to get some food in, summoning the adopted the food her adopted mother Ms. Lauriena made for her. A wilder baker who made all her food from scratch. The medicine for her memory, Lamb chop, Potatoes, her sweet tea and the signature box of cookies. Lauriena always made her delicious cookies, they were so good! The smell alone was heavenly. Her magic allowed her love to be channeled into it and anyone who ate it always felt comfort from the cookies.

Azurella took her medicine and made it disappear. She the used her wild magic to craft a plate for her to eat on. It did so, away from her food. First the water and clay, then glaze whatever color it wanted, then poof set ablaze for three seconds and...

The wackiest looking plate comes out and Azurella chuckles. She uses her magic to shape it into a moon plate. It was goregous and that way, she never wasted food. She put all the food she was gonna eat on the plate and the rest were teleported away.

Her lunch, was interrupted by a the sound of shouting. A teacher reprimanding Serena for being out of class. Azurella walked over, deciding to be kind, "Sir, she was doing an assignment for Ms. Solise. There must have been an delay of ship departure times while she was heading back. Please, don't punish her for something out of her control." The teacher sighed and let Serena off with a warning. Azurella went back to her lunch. She thankfully put a magic ward on the food to protect it.

@wrenhasablog2

Serena frowns and crosses her arms, stalking up to Azurella. Her tall figure casts a shadow over the elegant lunch.

“I don’t remember asking for your help. And I don’t need it. I’m fully capable of handling myself, and now I have to actually go do something for Professor Solise to make your story plausible. So…next time, mind your own business. Got it?”

[wrenhasablog2]

Azurella sighed, “You didn’t. But you didn’t notice, he had a detention slip. If I hadn’t said anything, you’d be in detention.”

She paused, ‘You know, you could at least be a little nicer…’ Azurella thought to herself, sighing internally, “Don’t worry, you don’t have to go right away. He’s not gonna be able to reach Solise for hours, so you have plenty of time.”

She used her magic to summon a small plate of cookies. Why she was offering one of the meanest girls in school the cookies that her adopted mother put so much love into, she didn’t know. When the girl didn’t take them, she sent it away. “Well, regardless of what you think I should’ve done, what’s done is done.” Azurella said, calmly. The silence between them was deafening.

Azurella wanted to tell this girl so badly that she shouldn’t be so mean, that she really was being a bully, but she thought about her adopted mom’s words written at the bottom of the page. “Kindness is a challenge to show compassion, empathy, etc. To show you care about your enemy well-being can be tough especially when they’ve wronged you. But a little bit of kindness… can warm the coldest of hearts. After all, kindness is the greatest weapon you can wield.”

Azurella looked at Serena, “…have you eaten?” She asked. “If you haven’t…” A wooden box container made wood with sheets of paper used for food on the inside was given to Serena. Inside the box was another fresh cooked lamb chop, potatoes and a few cookies. “Here. You can have some of the food I’ve made. Though, maybe you will tell me that you don’t want my pity, maybe you don’t appreciate someone whom you may deem lesser, sharing her food with you, but that’s the thing… there is a difference between being nice and being kind.”

Azurella’s smile dropped and her voice became calmer.

“Being nice is when you’re doing something only to be perceived well, or due to expectation. You hope to gain something out of it. You hope to be perceived a certain way. Kindness?” Azurella looked at Serena dead in the eyes, slowly standing up, “Kindness is when you don’t expect anything but you show empathy and compassion for others well-beings and lives. The two are often confused for each other. Serena, in spite of how nice you are, you… are not kind. Let me be clear: I respect you, I do. I don’t say this to be mean, I say it as a general observation. You’re gonna be the future Marchioness? Hear me when I say this, please.” Azurella teleported infront of her, walking past her. She snapped her fingers and her food, the picnic blanket she had set out, the food plate, all of it disappeared. “You have to learn how to be kind Lady Serena because kindness, will be one of your strongest weapons against cruelty, against evil.”

Azurella smiled softly at her, speaking nothing but sincerely. “You should eat if you haven’t… what? What are you giving me that look for? Would you prefer I had lied to you? Maybe, you would’ve preferred if I had said nothing at all, but that’s the thing… When there’s something wrong, you don’t hide and shy away from it. You call it like it is. I do not say this for your approval, Serena, I say this because the truth is better than a lie.”

[serenaofesperia]

Serena crosses her arms and smirks throughout the speech. Not like she hasn’t heard all of this soapboxing before. This Azurella girl should be glad she doesn’t yawn through this.

When she finally seems done, Serena steps closer.

“Are you finally finished? Good. I knew he had the detention slip the entire time. But he wouldn’t dare. If he did, I could’ve made sure his tenure was terminated.”

Serena picks up one of the offered cookies. She’s used to being given gifts, and finds no interest in feigning interest when people offer them with lectures. She sniffs the cookie, wrinkles her nose, and drops it without ceremony.

“And for your information, I also don’t need your advice on how rulers are supposed to act. It’s almost funny enough to make me laugh. You seem to think you know so much about leadership? How…humble of you.”

She smirks. Pride? Sure, she has it. But at least she deserves it compared to the commoners surrounding her who don’t even see the pride in their criticism.

“News flash, Loser-Ella. You don’t know anything about me or my home or how to lead an entire province. But I actually am aware it’s not all kindness and rainbows and cookies.

“Example? Let’s look at what you just did. In your eyes, you did something sooooo nice to me and I’m so” —Serena adds air quotes to her words— “not kind just because I’m not falling over my heels thanking you and flattering your ego. When, reality check, you caused a problem not just for me, but now for my friends.

“Yeah. Not only do I need to go find Professor Solise now so you don’t get in trouble for lying, but now I can’t defend a few of my friends who were absent from that class for actual important reasons. So even if I don’t get detention, they will, and that’s not fair.

“So. Forgive me being not kind because I actually see the bigger picture.”

Serena turns to go, but then glances back over her shoulder.

“And by the way, I won’t lie to you either. Those cookies smell like molding cheese. For your own good, just stay out of my way. Okay?”

[wrenhasablog2]

“Tell me… How do you think you got out of trouble last week? The teachers were considering holding you back. I convinced them that I was tutoring you and that you were having trouble with one of your classes. Let me be clear when I say I never said to lead with just kindness. I was suggesting that you would be more sympathetic to other people’s plight, while you keep the boundaries, you established firm. I was not trying to sound condescending or come off, as if I was lecturing you and I do apologize it came off that way.” Azurella sent the food away because Serena didn’t want it, even though it wasn’t just cookies, it was also meat and vegetables. She would not force the girl to eat it. However, she wasn’t gonna tolerate the disrespect. “Since you do not wish for my help, that’s fine. I cannot force you to accept my help. I trust you will find a way to get yourself excused from Ms. Solise’s class.”

Azurella looked at Serena. All Azurella had to do if she didn’t want to deal with this… bratty child, was give Zaulona a call, send her a message and the celestial would come, that’s all she had to do.

But that would be too cruel…

She took a moment to breathe, not letting it affect her. “The thing is about commoners, Serena, is that we know the pains of our hard work being rejected. I can forgive you for insulting me. What I will not excuse Is you insulting my adopted mother or her cooking. She makes all these things with love. You didn’t even bother to try the cookie. You just dropped it on the ground like a child. It doesn’t smell like mold. You wouldn’t know that though, you were too busy lecturing me acting like a child.” Azurella was holding her ground. She was not gonna let that slide. She continued to speak calmly.

“My adoptive mother, Ms. Lauriena, she makes these cookie special. She puts loads of love into them, makes them handmade every day and her magic allows the cookies to stay fresh long after. She kneads the dough every morning, makes the fillings by hand. Each one a different flavor. If you didn’t like the one you grabbed, you could’ve grabbed another because you would’ve gotten a different flavor… I offered them to you because she taught me to be kind, she taught me to be respectful, to be empathetic towards others. She loved me even though I was not related to her by blood. She loved me in spite of my flaws, in spite of every time I’ve frustrated her. I have memory issues and each time she sends me a letter it always is accompanied with a box of cookies. Does it help with my memory? No. It doesn’t, but I know she means well. It taste heavenly and the most important part? It’s the thought that counts, and that is why I always offer a box of cookies to people because I wanna show her the same kindness she shows to others. You can call me names all you wish, it is no skin off my back, I do not care for your opinions about me, but you will refrain from insulting one of the three people who took care of me!”

Azurella took a deep breath and recollected herself.“Now,” Azurella sighed, before looking Serena “do you, have any other comments you wanna add… or are you done?”

Azurella truly did not care for the opinions of nobility, but she would never tolerate anyone insulting her adoptive parents or her friends.



[serenaofesperia]

Serena rolls her eyes when Azurella mentions her being held back. Sure, Professor Viktor says it as a joke sometimes, but she hasn't been in his class in years. She's not being held back. She has top marks in every class. Just more of this nobody feeling like they were better for stepping in on a situation they didn't understand. But as Azurella's voice raises, Serena focuses more, listening to the girl's obvious care for her adoptive mother. It makes the heiress think of Ac'tyon, Everly as most called him, her childhood friend adopted into the royal court of Dawnvaile. Even as Azurella recollects herself, Serena can practically hear Ac'tyon chiding her for being so cold to someone who meant well:

-Badly done, Serena. Would you have said the same to me? -No, but that's you. And she's pushing her nose into my business when I never asked for it! -Ah yes, how dare she brush the boot laces of High Lady Serena.

He would be so disappointed. Serena sighed, knelt down, and picked up the cookie she'd dropped. At least she could throw it away properly. That's something, right? "You didn't say your adoptive mother made them. And you can't blame me for not eating random food given to me by someone I barely know. First thing nobles are taught not to do for obvious reasons." Serena gives a slight smile.

"But...it's nice you have someone looking out for you. A friend of mine was adopted by a Duke back in my home. He's turned out fine. I guess. He's a horrible dresser though. It's going to be so embarrassing when he comes to my graduation..." As she chatters, Serena notices Azurella's expression not lifting much. Well. Not everyone can appreciate the presence of greatness. "Look, save your lectures for me, I save mine for you. And...maybe next time I'll try one of your mother's cookies."

[wrenhasablog2]

Azurella chuckled, it wasn’t a cruel or a “are you, serious” chuckle. It was a slightly amused chuckle. All right, she couldn’t really blame the girl for not eating the food.

“I appreciate that. Fair enough, I will keep my lectures to myself or as long as you keep yours to yourself. And, as for my ma, you may see her for my best friend‘s birthday.… Knowing my luck, I will be able convince her to come down for Dawne’s birthday in two weeks. She’ll staying in Holt Street for the weekend if she does come down for the weekend.”

She paused, smiling before continuing when she was gonna say.

“…and thanks. I grew up with a village. No one ever starved because we all work together to take care of each other. I don’t blame you for not eating the food. I guess I was worried as Lunchtime had been over for an hour or two.” She is about to leave before turning back and saying one last thing to the girl, “You know, I think I have to say: you’re… not so bad...”

Azurella smiled softly and left. Right before she got to the bottom of the path, she opened her notebook and flipped to the page where she held Serana’s name. The only word written was brat which she quickly erased she then wrote down something new.

 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓪:

𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙤 𝙗𝙖𝙙

Azurella just grabbed her things and glanced back. Maybe they’d be friends… maybe they’ll just learn to tolerate each other. And that will be enough.

[serenaofesperia]

Azurella was practicing her magic, wild as it was. The Lyceum required orderly magic so she had to pick a path. Ugh. She could not use wild magic. So... she had to suppress it for the time being.

Azurella practiced her wild magic in secret, often dancing to her own tune. And that was fine... ...except when it came to Serena.

Serena was popular, pretty, though Azurella did not like how mean she was. Azurella was doing her assignment from her history teacher. Esperia's graveborn: Monsters or Lost Souls? She had to convince the class that Graveborn were not monsters. She knew a lot of history... not to brag but it's that she was good at it. Her mentor, Callistaur always said... "History is important, and if you cannot remember... learn to ████ ███ █████ ██ ███████ or ███ ███ doomed to repeat the failures of tomorrow."

She decided to take a break to get some food in, summoning the adopted the food her adopted mother Ms. Lauriena made for her. A wilder baker who made all her food from scratch. The medicine for her memory, Lamb chop, Potatoes, her sweet tea and the signature box of cookies. Lauriena always made her delicious cookies, they were so good! The smell alone was heavenly. Her magic allowed her love to be channeled into it and anyone who ate it always felt comfort from the cookies.

Azurella took her medicine and made it disappear. She the used her wild magic to craft a plate for her to eat on. It did so, away from her food. First the water and clay, then glaze whatever color it wanted, then poof set ablaze for three seconds and...

The wackiest looking plate comes out and Azurella chuckles. She uses her magic to shape it into a moon plate. It was goregous and that way, she never wasted food. She put all the food she was gonna eat on the plate and the rest were teleported away.

Her lunch, was interrupted by a the sound of shouting. A teacher reprimanding Serena for being out of class. Azurella walked over, deciding to be kind, "Sir, she was doing an assignment for Ms. Solise. There must have been an delay of ship departure times while she was heading back. Please, don't punish her for something out of her control." The teacher sighed and let Serena off with a warning. Azurella went back to her lunch. She thankfully put a magic ward on the food to protect it.

@wrenhasablog2

Serena frowns and crosses her arms, stalking up to Azurella. Her tall figure casts a shadow over the elegant lunch.

“I don’t remember asking for your help. And I don’t need it. I’m fully capable of handling myself, and now I have to actually go do something for Professor Solise to make your story plausible. So…next time, mind your own business. Got it?”

[wrenhasablog2]

Azurella sighed, “You didn’t. But you didn’t notice, he had a detention slip. If I hadn’t said anything, you’d be in detention.”

She paused, ‘You know, you could at least be a little nicer…’ Azurella thought to herself, sighing internally, “Don’t worry, you don’t have to go right away. He’s not gonna be able to reach Solise for hours, so you have plenty of time.”

She used her magic to summon a small plate of cookies. Why she was offering one of the meanest girls in school the cookies that her adopted mother put so much love into, she didn’t know. When the girl didn’t take them, she sent it away. “Well, regardless of what you think I should’ve done, what’s done is done.” Azurella said, calmly. The silence between them was deafening.

Azurella wanted to tell this girl so badly that she shouldn’t be so mean, that she really was being a bully, but she thought about her adopted mom’s words written at the bottom of the page. “Kindness is a challenge to show compassion, empathy, etc. To show you care about your enemy well-being can be tough especially when they’ve wronged you. But a little bit of kindness… can warm the coldest of hearts. After all, kindness is the greatest weapon you can wield.”

Azurella looked at Serena, “…have you eaten?” She asked. “If you haven’t…” A wooden box container made wood with sheets of paper used for food on the inside was given to Serena. Inside the box was another fresh cooked lamb chop, potatoes and a few cookies. “Here. You can have some of the food I’ve made. Though, maybe you will tell me that you don’t want my pity, maybe you don’t appreciate someone whom you may deem lesser, sharing her food with you, but that’s the thing… there is a difference between being nice and being kind.”

Azurella’s smile dropped and her voice became calmer.

“Being nice is when you’re doing something only to be perceived well, or due to expectation. You hope to gain something out of it. You hope to be perceived a certain way. Kindness?” Azurella looked at Serena dead in the eyes, slowly standing up, “Kindness is when you don’t expect anything but you show empathy and compassion for others well-beings and lives. The two are often confused for each other. Serena, in spite of how nice you are, you… are not kind. Let me be clear: I respect you, I do. I don’t say this to be mean, I say it as a general observation. You’re gonna be the future Marchioness? Hear me when I say this, please.” Azurella teleported infront of her, walking past her. She snapped her fingers and her food, the picnic blanket she had set out, the food plate, all of it disappeared. “You have to learn how to be kind Lady Serena because kindness, will be one of your strongest weapons against cruelty, against evil.”

Azurella smiled softly at her, speaking nothing but sincerely. “You should eat if you haven’t… what? What are you giving me that look for? Would you prefer I had lied to you? Maybe, you would’ve preferred if I had said nothing at all, but that’s the thing… When there’s something wrong, you don’t hide and shy away from it. You call it like it is. I do not say this for your approval, Serena, I say this because the truth is better than a lie.”

[serenaofesperia]

Serena crosses her arms and smirks throughout the speech. Not like she hasn’t heard all of this soapboxing before. This Azurella girl should be glad she doesn’t yawn through this.

When she finally seems done, Serena steps closer.

“Are you finally finished? Good. I knew he had the detention slip the entire time. But he wouldn’t dare. If he did, I could’ve made sure his tenure was terminated.”

Serena picks up one of the offered cookies. She’s used to being given gifts, and finds no interest in feigning interest when people offer them with lectures. She sniffs the cookie, wrinkles her nose, and drops it without ceremony.

“And for your information, I also don’t need your advice on how rulers are supposed to act. It’s almost funny enough to make me laugh. You seem to think you know so much about leadership? How…humble of you.”

She smirks. Pride? Sure, she has it. But at least she deserves it compared to the commoners surrounding her who don’t even see the pride in their criticism.

“News flash, Loser-Ella. You don’t know anything about me or my home or how to lead an entire province. But I actually am aware it’s not all kindness and rainbows and cookies.

“Example? Let’s look at what you just did. In your eyes, you did something sooooo nice to me and I’m so” —Serena adds air quotes to her words— “not kind just because I’m not falling over my heels thanking you and flattering your ego. When, reality check, you caused a problem not just for me, but now for my friends.

“Yeah. Not only do I need to go find Professor Solise now so you don’t get in trouble for lying, but now I can’t defend a few of my friends who were absent from that class for actual important reasons. So even if I don’t get detention, they will, and that’s not fair.

“So. Forgive me being not kind because I actually see the bigger picture.”

Serena turns to go, but then glances back over her shoulder.

“And by the way, I won’t lie to you either. Those cookies smell like molding cheese. For your own good, just stay out of my way. Okay?”

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“Tell me… How do you think you got out of trouble last week? The teachers were considering holding you back. I convinced them that I was tutoring you and that you were having trouble with one of your classes. Let me be clear when I say I never said to lead with just kindness. I was suggesting that you would be more sympathetic to other people’s plight, while you keep the boundaries, you established firm. I was not trying to sound condescending or come off, as if I was lecturing you and I do apologize it came off that way.” Azurella sent the food away because Serena didn’t want it, even though it wasn’t just cookies, it was also meat and vegetables. She would not force the girl to eat it. However, she wasn’t gonna tolerate the disrespect. “Since you do not wish for my help, that’s fine. I cannot force you to accept my help. I trust you will find a way to get yourself excused from Ms. Solise’s class.”

Azurella looked at Serena. All Azurella had to do if she didn’t want to deal with this… bratty child, was give Zaulona a call, send her a message and the celestial would come, that’s all she had to do.

But that would be too cruel…

She took a moment to breathe, not letting it affect her. “The thing is about commoners, Serena, is that we know the pains of our hard work being rejected. I can forgive you for insulting me. What I will not excuse Is you insulting my adopted mother or her cooking. She makes all these things with love. You didn’t even bother to try the cookie. You just dropped it on the ground like a child. It doesn’t smell like mold. You wouldn’t know that though, you were too busy lecturing me acting like a child.” Azurella was holding her ground. She was not gonna let that slide. She continued to speak calmly.

“My adoptive mother, Ms. Lauriena, she makes these cookie special. She puts loads of love into them, makes them handmade every day and her magic allows the cookies to stay fresh long after. She kneads the dough every morning, makes the fillings by hand. Each one a different flavor. If you didn’t like the one you grabbed, you could’ve grabbed another because you would’ve gotten a different flavor… I offered them to you because she taught me to be kind, she taught me to be respectful, to be empathetic towards others. She loved me even though I was not related to her by blood. She loved me in spite of my flaws, in spite of every time I’ve frustrated her. I have memory issues and each time she sends me a letter it always is accompanied with a box of cookies. Does it help with my memory? No. It doesn’t, but I know she means well. It taste heavenly and the most important part? It’s the thought that counts, and that is why I always offer a box of cookies to people because I wanna show her the same kindness she shows to others. You can call me names all you wish, it is no skin off my back, I do not care for your opinions about me, but you will refrain from insulting one of the three people who took care of me!”

Azurella took a deep breath and recollected herself.“Now,” Azurella sighed, before looking Serena “do you, have any other comments you wanna add… or are you done?”

Azurella truly did not care for the opinions of nobility, but she would never tolerate anyone insulting her adoptive parents or her friends.



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@wrenhasablog2

(Disclaimer: finally got an ask blog set up for Azurella. Yay. I still don’t know what I’m doing.)

Azurella is currently dreading work right now, but she is currently writing out her thoughts. She can’t focus. She sees Gervan and Silven and makes her way over. Some guys are being jerks, so Azurella puts her hand on Gervan’s shoulder. She heard them call Gervan snobby. Normally, she would let her friends deal with it, but stress of school work and worry about her father figure just… made her snap. “Just because he can’t walk doesn’t mean he is not worthy of respect!He isn’t snobby at all! He has more kindness in his heart than anyone I know! And Silven is not a loser, he’s cooler than you two combined. I say it honestly: I would rather have 200 Gervans and Silvens as friends, than ever have you two as classmates. Now leave them alone, or do I need to deal with you myself?”

The two jerks, after a moment, left. Azurella sighed, taking her hand off his shoulder. “Gervan, I’m sorry for yelling. I know you and Silven could have handled it but I just… no one deserves to be treated like they aren’t worthy of respect. Plus with stress of trying to find my father figure, and trying to keep up with my studies, I just lost it… I am so sorry.”

For Valentines day, she had sent Silven a pocketwatch which had a secret room for notes or drawings. Gervan’s gift: A dreamcatcher key chain that she had made herself. She had to have to give it a few days later because she got sick. Azurella was concerned about making sure her friends got their gift than her health. She used her magic to protect Gervan’s and Silven’s gifts from germs.

“How are you guys… aside from those idiots harassing you two? Anyone want any hot chocolate? My treat.”

(( 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐀𝐳𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬. 𝐁𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐫—𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. ))

(( 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞, 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥'𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫—𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞—𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟. ))

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘴, 𝘈𝘻𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢. 𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘵. 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘳... 𝘐𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘴.

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⋆☀︎｡─ 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝗹𝗲𝘄 𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲. 𝗜'𝘃𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗿𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲.

⋆☀︎｡─ 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗿𝗲, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱...?

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘗𝘭𝘶𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴... 𝘐 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥.

⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘞𝘦'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭.

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⋆☀︎｡─ 𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗵. 𝗙𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗩𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗲'𝘀 𝗴𝗶𝗳𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘂𝘀 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘄, 𝘁𝗼𝗼... 𝗜'𝗺 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗜 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗴𝗶𝗳𝘁, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄.

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⋆☀︎｡─ 𝗪𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝘆... 𝗟𝗲𝘁'𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿!

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⎯ . ݁ ˖ ☪︎ 𝘐 𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦. 𝘏𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘶𝘴, 𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳.

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[wrenhasablog2]

“You guys are sweet.” Azurella sighs, before she nod. She is not gonna be able to fight them and win on who pays for hot chocolate. One she’s too tired, and two, she’s pretty sure Silven would fight her just on principle alone. “I am tired… okay, very well.” She chuckled. Azurella walked with Gervan and Silven to Holt Street. She sighed, “I assume Cassadee informed you two that I’m still struggling with memory loss…? Wait, please tell me I reminded her…”

She sighs, "Never mind that. I'm sure it will come back to me." As they walk, a mirror teleported to the side of her and Azurella reached in and pulled out a wooden box. Inside, covered by paper was some cookies. The mirror faded away in gold light. She opens it, eats one then passes the box to Silven for her friends to try.

The cookies are delicious, each a different flavor. Some sweet, some tart, some tasted like dark chocolate. Azurella never shared her home life with them before so she wanted to give them a hint of the two people who she was raised by. "Those, are cookies made by my adopted mom figure, Ms. Lauriena. She makes each one by hand, and each has a different flavor in case it reminds the customer of home. She pours a lot of love into each box of cookies... though I couldn't tell you the recipe even if I knew it. It's a secret."

She paused, wanting to see what her friends would say. "She always sends me cookies. I sometimes forget why and ask, and she always says, "Because one day, you will eat a cookie that should bring a memory or two back. If not, then hopefully it will help guide you home." Even though... I don't live there, she always insists I have a home there. It's sweet. Sorry! I do not mean to ramble your ears off. How do the cookies taste?"