#⠀✶ ﹒⠀ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞⠀⠀:⠀⠀task.

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✧ 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝟏ㅤ⸻ㅤ𝐎 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐎ㅤ⊹ ₊

Vincent correu os olhos pelas paredes rochosas da sala com uma expressão de nojo, desconfortável com a imundice do lugar não por algo que podia ver, mas por saber que estavam recebendo changelings no mesmo local. Que desrespeito com a realeza! Com o queixo erguido do jeito naturalmente arrogante, o príncipe cruzou as pernas ao se sentar na cadeira, não muito interessado em colaborar com a investigação sobre um incêndio. Oras, como ele poderia ajudar em algo se sequer estava presente?

“Posso fumar aqui?”, perguntou ao interrogador, que reagiu a pergunta inesperada com um levantar de uma das sobrancelhas. “Eu prefiro que não.” E Vincent, que não estava esperando pela negação, soltou um ar muito insatisfeito pela boca, a expressão se inundando com amargura para retrucar: “Certo, isso é uma prisão então. Sorte sua que estamos no subsolo e não no último andar, porque já que é assim eu deveria me jogar pela janela para agilizar seu trabalho de destruir minha vida!”

O interrogador revirou os olhos, desacreditado com tamanho drama. Estava acostumado a lidar com os mimados da nobreza, mas o príncipe conseguia se superar em todos os níveis. Iria considerar pedir um aumento a seus superiores mais tarde.

“Onde você estava no momento em que o incêndio começou?”

Vincent ergueu uma sobrancelha, como se achasse a pergunta um desperdício de tempo — o que ele realmente achava, se quisessem mesmo saber a opinião dele a respeito daquele teatrinho. Deveria haver uma investigação, é claro, mas chamar o príncipe para ser interrogado era um insulto.

“Não me lembro.”, respondeu o loiro, simplesmente. “Mas onde mais eu poderia estar? Dormindo. Com alguma dama ou qualquer coisa assim. Vagando pela biblioteca, talvez… Não é como se eu pudesse ir pra muito longe daqui, não é?” O interrogador não se abalou com o tom meio atravessado na resposta do príncipe. Ele anotou algo na caderneta em suas mãos e lançou a próxima pergunta com a mesma calma: “Você notou algo incomum ou fora do lugar antes do incêndio, seja no comportamento de outras pessoas ou no castelo de Wülfhere?” O loiro deu de ombros, indiferente, e respondeu: “Nada que possa ter a ver com os acontecidos.”

“Você notou algum dos dragões agindo estranho no dia do incêndio?” A pergunta foi tão inútil e desnecessária que Vincent preferiu se ocupar em cutucar uma lasca de madeira se soltando da mesa do interrogador, pois julgou que valia mais de sua atenção. “Sei lá. Não são sempre estranhos por natureza?” Dragões não eram basicamente demônios voadores? Vincent não tinha muito contato com dragões, mas não ousaria confiar em algum deles.

“Você teve algum sonho ou pressentimento estranho antes de saber do incêndio?” A pergunta o desperta da distração, deixando-o pensativo por um momento, como se tentasse resgatar algo no fundo da mente. “De estranho? Bem… Eu sonhei que Kieran estava usando um vestido meio provocante da Narcissa. Foi traumatizante.” O príncipe fez uma careta, encolhendo os ombros com a lembrança. “Como era o vestido?”, o interrogador perguntou, de cenho franzido. Vincent fechou a cara, mudando da água pro vinho com o interesse inesperado do coroa. “Irrelevante. Mais alguma pergunta inapropriada sobre minha família ou pretende continuar o interrogatório?”

O homem limpou a garganta, voltando a olhar para os papeis com suas anotações. “Você acha que o incêndio foi realmente um acidente, ou acredita que pode ter sido provocado por alguém? Quem se beneficiaria disso?”

“Não acho que foi um acidente, mas não dá pra apontar um culpado em específico. Há um traidor no exército, claramente.” Vincent começou a tamborilar os dedos na mesa, não com impaciência, mas sim pelo incômodo com a falta de respostas sobre o assunto.

“Na sua opinião, quem estaria mais interessado no desaparecimento do Cálice dos Sonhos e na interrupção do acesso ao Sonhār?” Para Vincent, só havia uma resposta para isso: “Uthdon, é claro. Talvez tenham se unido com alguns changelings. Algum tipo de revolução secreta liderada por uma minoria insatisfeita com o sistema, talvez?” O interrogador ergueu as sobrancelhas, surpreso que alguém mimado e imprestável como Vincent aparentemente havia realmente pensado no assunto, já que tinha a teoria na ponta da língua. “Qual o problema do sistema?” Secretamente, o interrogador só queria ouvir Vincent admitir os próprios privilégios e, pela primeira vez, reconhecer a desigualdade como parte do problema. Mas em vez de atender as expectativas, o loiro abriu um sorriso largo, os olhos com aquele brilho caótico, e disse: “Quase se bate demais num cachorro, é esperado que ele se revolte.”

[earth4angels]

JACAERYS VELARYON ‘ masterlist

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲

index: — ★: fluff — ୨୧: smut — 𓍢ִ໋🀦: angst

I. one shots:

— darling, i’ll wait for you ★ one shot here jacaerys velaryon x aunt!targaryen reader

summary: after the accident in driftmark the relationship between y/n and jacaerys became distant. come the day of the petition of who was going to be heir to driftmark, the feelings come back. it took a bloody fight for jacaerys to act on his feelings before it was too late and in hopes to unite the house of the dragon.

— a beginner’s guide to stealing a heart ★ one shot here modern jacaerys targaryen x fem!reader

summary: opening the most popular flower shop in town came with its perks, regular customers, never ending business and of course, a cute boy that visits with a new excuse for the sake of new flowers.

— muted sunrise ★ one shot here modern jacaerys targaryen x fem!reader

summary: in the grasp of entertainment, where cameras captured every waking moment of your life — all you wanted was to be in the arms of your boyfriend.

II. on-going mini series:

— cosmic dancer ★ fic here modern!jacaerys x ballerina reader

summary: it takes a very braggy best friend who says he is the best cupid to ever exist for you to finally accept a blind date. however, you did not expect to cross paths with the one male who everyone wanted, a reputation of a lady-man but what could be worse? right?

— to love ★ ୨୧ fic here modern!jacaerys x f!reader

summary: finals season has arrived and jacaerys is worried about the championship game and passing his exams. he just did not think you would change the way of how studying could even work.

III. drabbles/requests:

— beautiful stranger 𓍢ִ໋🀦 fic here modern! jacaerys x f!reader

summary: over the course of an year, he watches her from afar, admiring the small details, falling in love with a stranger that does not know he exists. and as the final year of school almost at its end, he questions whether he wasted time or if it’s the perfect time to recover lost time.

— baby, i’m yours ★ fic here modern jacaerys x f!reader

summary: home is where you are, if you asked jacaerys what real love was he would describe every moment with you.

— sonora ★ fic here modern jacaerys x reader

summary: taking care of you as you’re drunk is never a hard task for jacaerys if it means looking at you be so carefree and beautiful.

— ephemeral 𓍢ִ໋🀦 fic here modern jacaerys x oc/reader

summary: a heartbreak nevertheless a breakup is never easy. — HOUR OF THE STARS 𓍢ִ໋🀦 ★ fic here prince jacaerys velaryon x arryn!reader summary: Jacaerys is faced with a challenging decision, accept the duty he has and marry Baela or fight for the love he has for you.

[flcralhaze]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐩����𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐟𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐳𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 .

hello, can you please tell me your name, country, & what role you provide your court?

        so the sharmas had tasked an incompetent member of their staff to complete the questionings. maybe he could've gotten away with sending someone to answer on his behalf, sparing him this boredom.  ❝ prince stefan hatzfeld of germany. ❞   sighing, he leaned back in his chest as if he was lounging in a sitting room rather than being questioned.

and who do you believe to be your closest allies, either nations or individuals? do you trust your allies?

        ❝ i have plenty of friends. i'll probably find some to share a drink with once this little meeting is done. ❞   while he wasn't as private as some, he saw no reason why some unknown face scribbling down every word he said needed to know the specific names of the company he enjoyed.  ❝ allies are for politics, which i involve myself in as little as possible. best to leave all that to my older brother. ❞   he suspected the answer elias would give; they were allies with scotland and soon spain - or so most believed.  ❝ my friends have shown themselves to be trustworthy, so yes. ❞

ah, yes, i see . . . how about your enemies, then. who do you not align yourself with, and why?

        ❝ again, i stay out of politics. ❞   another sigh, heavier and with a more dramatic air this time.

interesting. do you have a personal vendetta against any of the courts, or even individuals, here?

        boredom a dangerous emotion for the third youngest hatzfeld. it made a smirk tug at the corners of his lips.  ❝ sticks in the mud. i cannot stand them. alas, ❞   a feigned forlorn look washed over his face,  ❝ that does include my dear brother, elias. if you've spoken to him already i'm certain you understand. i doubt even my sister slapping him will knock any sense of fun into him. ❞   his gaze returned to the inquisitor who's pen was still, seemingly mid word. stefan bit the inside of his cheek so his amusement remained contained, and instead he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck.  ❝ oh, pardon me. you meant politically again, didn't you? you see, my mind doesn't even go then naturally. well then, only who killed my father. ❞

what are your thoughts on the mysterious deaths in so many royal families?

        ❝ they're extremely tragic, of course. ❞   he honestly struggled to care about it. beyond his father's death, it had hardly impacted his life with the exception of requiring him to travel here. and his father's death . . . when the man was alive stefan would oft go days without seeing him. now it was only more permanent.

how do you feel about the system of monarchy as a whole?

        his bore furrow and head tilted to the side. what an odd question. different from the others. stefan shrugged with a smile.  ❝ it'd be quite silly if i didn't like it. why? planning some coups while we're all here? ❞   he chuckled to himself.

so, what would be your best theory as to what is going on, then?

        ❝ isn't that your job? ❞   the inquisitor stared at him, quill poised to write again, but for a long moment stefan only stared back. it was amusing how long the other was willing to wait. it'd be a pity to not give him something.  ❝ very well. ❞   he crossed his arms.  ❝ my theory is that the sharmas didn't stock up on enough wine before the ball, which is why the options are now so limited. ❞

thank you for your time. is there anything else you'd like to add, anything else that would be useful to the investigation?

        standing up, he dusted some imaginary dirty off his tunic. he lowered his head as he did so he, hearing irritation finally break through in the other's voice, could hide his smirk.  ❝ not at the moment. ❞

[unkownsimoperson]

ᏆҒ Ꮖ ᏔᎬᎡᎬ Ꭺ ᎷᎪΝ || ᴍᴀʀɪʙᴀᴛ

ɪғ ɪ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ- ᴀʙɪɢᴀɪʟ ʙᴀʀʟᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴍɪʟʏ ʙᴇᴀʀ- ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴏғғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ʙʀɪᴅɢᴇʀᴛᴏɴ ᴍᴜsɪᴄᴀʟ

ᴍᴀʀɪɴᴇᴛᴛᴇ x ᴅᴀᴍɪᴀɴ

ʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴄᴀsᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ

Ⴎ➶⟭⏤͟͟͞͞⏤͟͟͞͞⏤͟͟͞͞⏤͟͟͞͞—⟬➴Ⴎ

robin landed beside a lady noire humming the same tune she's been humming ever since her disagreement – she only calls it that because batman has been insisting that it was a simple disagreement between both parties– with batman, her legs dangling from the building that over looked the area she'd been tasked to petrol. a tune that no one seemed to recognize, only spoiler did.

he sat down beside her, looking out onto the street. her head immediately found its place on his shoulder. "hey.. " she greeted after finishing her tune.

"your dad is a real peace of work. " lady noire commented, annoyance dripping from her tone. making robin chuckle slightly.

"what did you both disagree on, now? " he commented, emphasis on disagree. once an irritated sigh escaped her lips, he made a noise of amusement.

"the usual. " she rolled her eyes.

silence overtook them again. not an uncomfortable one, but rather a calming one. they always prefered it that way, anyway.

she started humming again, the same tune she's been humming the past week. "are you ever going to tell what you are humming, jamilati (my beautiful)? " she shook her head against his shoulder, giggling, "you'll know soon enough, mon cœur (my heart). " she purred.

"i've spotted them. near crime alley. " nightwing's voice cut through their communication device.

smirking, lady noire dropped of the ledge. she extended her baton, using it to jump from one building to another. the cool night air felt great against her skin, especially considering the heat of the summer air all throughout the day. she felt free whenever she ran across the rooftops of gothom, something she looked forward to every petrol session.

looking to the side, she noticed robin easily keeping up with her. she finally found someone who could keep up with her chaotic lifestyle, she found someone who would love her unconditionally. when she was at her worst, he was there for her. when he was left over thinking things, she was there to calm him down, reassure him.

"me and robin will handle this, batman. " she bitterly called his name, receiving a sigh from him and snickers from her teammates.

red hood's whistle prooved everyone was watching her and tobin take down the thugs with ease. "what've done now, b? "

"it was a simple disagreement. " Lady Noire scoffed.

"spoiler, " She called out, kicking a thug unconscious. "if you may. "

"just a sec, noire. " seconds later, a tune began playing through all their coms.

lady noire sighed, punching another thug down. "𝐢 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲. " she sang, confusing some.

"𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, " she round-house kicked a thug. "𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠. " tripping one at an angle that made his head hit the pole behind him.

batman pinched the bridge of his nose, finally understanding the meaning of all this show she's decided to put on.

"𝐢 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞, " the noirette stood in place, now surrounded by an unconscious gang of thugs, only two left. one of her hand found their way to her chest, where her heart should be, the other resting on her forehead. "𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠. " her baton spun, acting as a shield against the bullets flying her way.

"𝐢 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞. " she advanced forward, the bullets still shooting at her. "𝐢 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰. "

the bat kids all gasped at lady noire's high note, thoroughly enjoying the show she was putting on. it being as a way to show batman how incredibly wrong he was about her competence, only made it a million times better.

"𝐛𝐮𝐭, 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧, " one down, one more to go. "𝐢'𝐝 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐉𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐧, 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐞, " 𝐬he spun, hitting the last thug by accident, "𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡. " she heard laughs erupting from her com, making her smirk as she continued twirling.

"𝐢'𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝, " she heard cameras shuttering from behind. her smirk grew when she turned around, and sure enough, the paparazzi were doing their thing. "𝐢 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭! 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧. " lady noire bowed at the cameras before jumping away, a smirking robin in toe.

Ⴎ➶⟭⏤͟͟͞͞⏤͟͟͞͞⏤͟͟͞͞⏤͟͟͞͞—⟬➴Ⴎ

[stellaincognita]

art by me

ＷＩＰ ＩＮＴＲＯ : 𝑺𝒀𝑴𝑷𝑨𝑻𝑯𝒀 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑷𝑰𝑫𝑬𝑹 .

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 ; na high fantasy / climate fiction

𝐩𝐨𝐯 ; third person, present tense, multiple pov

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 ; outlining / first draft

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 ; climate anxiety / fate, defying it, and breaking it / lost childhood / importance of stories / mystery / manmade gods / helplessness / tyrannical apathy / xenophobia & fear of the unknown / parental abuse / guilt / grief and loss / willful ignorance / trauma, depression, mental illness / reluctant chosen one / impossible fights / illogical hope / majority characters of color / queer characters / polyamory / original fantasy races / weird elves / bioluminescent dwarves / poetic prophecies / political drama / "despite everything, the world is beautiful and worth fighting for."

𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑨𝑹𝒀 :

the gods swore an oath to the embodiments of time and space , guë and rëwu, at the end of the fifth age . they would obey the laws set down , and follow them faithfully , to preserve what was left of creation after the war of the gods . at the end of every age , the blood god lakoghi must blow the chekai horn , die , and be reborn . from her death the covenant is renewed , and the world of rë̃wu is kept in perfect balance .

one hundred and fifty years have passed since the eighth age was supposed to have begun . no one knows where lakoghi went . worse , no one even notices she's gone .

tomsa is a demi-god perfectly content with building a legend for himself through architecture in his small island town . he has no need to seek out glory when he's already finding it helping people withstand the worsening storms at home . but his father , the spider god of fate keschem , returns to his family bearing a quest : seek out lakoghi , make her blow the horn , and renew the oath - before guë and rëwu take back their half of the deal , and the world crumbles into chaos and destruction once more .

no one has seen lakoghi in over a hundred years , and it's nigh impossible for a mortal to find a god that doesn't want to be found . but what other choice does tomsa have , other than holding on to his father's crossbow and taking his first step off the island ?

if he is successful , life will carry on as it always has . he'll never have to worry about the fate of his soul again . if he fails, rë̃wu ends here .

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺 :

𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐬𝐚, 𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐦 (21 - ʜᴇ/ʜɪᴍ) ; a sheltered half-god and aspiring architect, tasked with finding Lakoghi and keeping the Oath unbroken.

"𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘢. 𝘪 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯, 𝘪'𝘮 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯' 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰."

𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐨𝐫 (129 - ꜱʜᴇ/ʜᴇʀ) ; a sylf hiding on the ground, trying to find independence from both expectations and fate.

"𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦."

𝐢𝐲𝐨𝐫, 𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐮𝐲𝐞𝐦 (18 - ʜᴇ/ʜɪᴍ) ; a refugee and indentured servant, trying to be a proper son while being called to seek deeper meaning to life.

"𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘪 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘪'𝘮 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨."

𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 (134 - ꜱʜᴇ/ʜᴇʀ) ; a well-renowned sylf warrior, trying to convince her estranged sister to return home to Yǐlaw.

"𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥."

𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐳̂𝐚w𝐞̈ 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐲𝐫𝐞̈𝐰𝐢 (1,021 - ꜱɪᴇ/ʜɪʀ) ; a young elf prince raised to be a symbol, not content with leaving the hard work and adventure to others.

"𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵."

𝐤𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐰𝐮, 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐮 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢 (24 - ꜱʜᴇ/ʜᴇʀ) ; an enchanter and vizier to the royal family, who's natural talent has become stagnant.

"the moon will sing a song for me, i loved you like the sun."

𝐭𝐞̈𝐠𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐡ã𝐰𝐢 (1,134 - ᴢɪᴇ/ᴢɪʀ) ; a half-dwarf raised by men, trying to make up for a life of sins against hir people.

"𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦.