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[agnesisolda]

starter for @fharzai.

where: where best suits my sweet fharzai and zenmichael

when: a lil bit of time after standing stones

note: uwu

She hadn't appreciated the disdainful way this druid had called her genasi the entirety of their quest, it made her ears ring and her lip curl, but in comparison to such shortcoming, he was worth so much more as an ally than one she would bash heads with. Corruption, it set her soul apart from any ordinary dúnedain, and considering this one's ripe involvement with the Queen, with the dream realm, and with the standing stones as a whole it was any wonder Fharzai did not disregard her entirely. She smiled to herself at the presumption that perhaps there would be unities yet when needed most; her loyalties resided with Hekate and such goddess would protect her opportunities even if others disagreed with them. The great presider over the wheel of fires, she who fueled the upper world in which Agnes resided, inspiring flames of creation that manifested as Agnes' appetite to uphold and protect those with no voice. She hoped, considering their unity to repair the standing stones, that Fharzai would not currently turn his back on her.

"Your resilience surprised me," she cared little for formal greetings, getting to her point the moment the dream druid ventured by her; her Astorian lineage in this life had forced her to endure many curtsies and bows to those who did not deserve it. "Your courage, however, did not." It was very compliment sandwich vibes, but she'd spent so long surrounded by monstrous creatures, fey beings, and various animals when once she left the Arches, that Agnes sometimes did not know where or how to begin.

[agnesisolda]

starter for @xnikandrosx.

where: some vanguard church

when: maybe a little behind in the current timeline

note: via standing stones

Agnes had wondered little of her parents since she'd left Astoria for the Arches; devoted wholly to the One God, they led a miserable life of faith, something she often sneered at. She hadn't stepped foot within a Church of the Vanguard for quite some time and she hadn't known what had compelled her in this very moment to thus step inside. There was a frigid dampness inside the repurposed church, though the regalia of the Vanguard now littered the walls, she could see the once dilapidated and neglected interior for what it was. Parasites these devout were and she was of their brood once simply for being born into it; relief had flooded the then druid the moment she walked away. If dúnedain were always where they were supposed to be within the dreaded Weave, then this was a vicious mockery for her to have once faced.

Still, Agnes stood, shoulders high, hands clasped in front of her as though she could still retain some modicum of respect for what she once came from despite knowing they'd have cleaved her magic from her the moment it was discovered. A door nearest the podium creaked and Agnes turned to the source, face shifting from something stern and unreadable to true surprise at the other.

"Maybe I had hoped you pilfered that Inquisitor's regalia from a true member," uttered once she realized they were alone within the church, smiling ruefully, "This is a rather funny situation you've painted for yourself." Demon, Inquisitor to the One God, if she thought her plight as a genasi born from Vanguard parents was baffling, this surely surmounted that. "Nikandros, yes?" There was no hostility in her tone, rather it was laced with humor and curiosity. It had been rather clear why he and his dragon friend had aided in the Standing Stones when everything came to a head, but Agnes now had the opportunity to dig a little more.