No matter how shitty it might feel in the moment, most of the time when someone comes to you to communicate a boundary or a need or a negative feeling about something you did, it is actually a compliment. They are telling you BECAUSE they care about you and want it to work between you and because they trust you to care to do better. If they didn't care about you, they'd just avoid you. That uncomfortable convo is in fact a declaration of love and trust. Or at least intention of friendship. If they didn't like you, they'd just try to avoid you whenever possible. They wouldn't care to have The Talk (which is often scary and uncomfortable for them also). So try to treat their trust with care, even if it really upsets you to learn that you've accidentally hurt them
Took a little break from Artfighting to put my oc through the horrors as you do.
as a note to why her hair looks longer here, the way I want Emeralds sword to work is that it glitches out an androids system, makes it go haywire. Mona's hair is able to change length via a button on the back of her head, like one of those dolls that can grow hair basically
Former Capital Courtier turned Farmer of Grimshire.
New file - New Farmer! (more information under the cut)
Name: Iseult
Age: 25
Species: Silver Persian Cat
Love Interest: Kai
Bio: Daughter to a nomadic clan of felines, Iseult had cast off her identity in order to fit into the court of Empress Priscilla SnowFur as an offering for trade relations. Iseult is a reserved feline, valued for her musical inclination and negotiation skills as a lady in waiting to the Empress. A luxurious cage, dressed in white and blue.
There was moments, where she would meet her kin on the fringes of the Capital, to see them well and to see them off to their travels with a sort of longing. Despite her attempts to believe that she was content.
However, flame would take the Capital-chaos bursting as she made her escape and found herself in the harbor, but among countless horrified civilians fleeing the flames. The panic brings the memory to pitch, recalling crashing waves and the smell of ash.
Eventually she would awake in Grimshire, what finery she wore now in marred in blood and ash. Perhaps Iseult wished to leave the island, as soon as Finn would return to it's shores. But grave news would soon follow, and Iseult would find herself as a pillar of the community when she was once a diminished presence in her old life.
Having to get past her lofty life style and getting in touch with long forgotten roots, she needs all the determination she can get to ensure the island can survive until winter.
Personalty: Haughty, a little distant as a defense mechanism. But a diligent and hard worker once she knows the ropes and sets her mind to things. Frustratingly stubborn with a heart of gold, especially towards the townsfolk she becomes devoted towards.
Misc Facts:
Once a court musician, Iseult knows how to play the harp and sings. However she seldom sings for audiences nowadays, rather she often does for her plants. If caught, she is quickly embarrassed by it and tells the listener to forget about it.
Mother was a herbalist, thus Iseult has some knowledge of herbs, but often consults Hazel and Rose for proper raising of them.
Allegedly, knew how to wield a bow and arrow, having learned from her father. But is terribly rusty. Asks Kai to fashion her one, if not for hunting but self defense when pirates arrive. Spear and bow lessons ensue. (surely not an excuse for romantic proximity)
Hates getting dirt underneath her claws, and is very thorough in bathing. Though that extends to her tending to others appearances, which she bonds over with Logan.
Headcanon: Priscilla Snowfur is keen on uniformity and the idea of purity of snow, thus dawns a white and icy blue dress code. Iseult used to powder her face to appear fairer, but is rather fond of her crescent blaze that her mother considered lucky.
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