#「 ✎┆“ANSWERS” 」≽ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ sʜᴀʟʟ ʙᴇ

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😴 from hati!

❛[  NONVERBAL PROMPTS ≻ accepting ! NOTES: 😴 Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them

`THE LURE OF REST HAD MANAGED TO SNAG THE MAGE. A bed oft not used in a nightly ritual that most may partake in garnered the clothes back of the argonian // EVEN AS EYE FLITTED TO A DESK STILL COVERED IN WORK (SHE COULD CONTINUE // BUT TIREDNESS WAS WEARING DOWN UPON AN ACTIVE MIND).

`HOWEVER, SLEEP HAD YET TO CLAIM HER. Vermillion tinted hues looked towards the sound of approach, lips edge lifting into smile at Hati's presence before her. (BROW RIDGE RAISING EVER SO SLIGHTLY).   “&– -I thought the old legends said it was vampires that required invitation, not werewolves.” Kasaen could read what was DESIRED without it need spoken // but it did offer up opportunity for the smallest jest as hand lifted covers to further display the allowance.

`CLEAR POSITIVE REACTION CAME WITH BODY IN PROXIMITY TO HER OWN. While temperature regulation wasn't needed since undeath, their warmth against chilled frame resulted in Kasaen pressing EVER SLIGHTLY CLOSER. (SUBTLE NOISE LEAVING THE BASE OF THROAT). Brushing tip of nose underneath chin for the briefest of seconds before rumbling out a small statement.   “&– -Best be cautious lest Potion learns and wants to climb up too.”

`WELL, THEY DID GET SOME MINUTES OF PRIVATE TIME. But as if the winds of fate had cruel irony and ears, the tip-tapping of thin legs against stone echoed about // CLOSER, CLEARLY. (AND IT WAS INEVITABLE THAT THE EBONY BEAST CLIMBED UPON FURNITURES FRAME). Chitters coming as it tried to rest between the two before Kasaen sat up to place hand against the chaurus' snooping skull.   “&– -Potion, no. End of bed.”

`CREATURE EVENTUALLY WRANGLED AND SLINKING OFF TO THE CHEST THAT LAY AT BEDS FOOT. Head laying to look at the two in the best impression of 'puppy dog eyes' Kasaen assumed the insectoid could provide. A sigh came from the Mage // AN APOLOGETIC LOOK GIVEN TO HATI (ESPECIALLY AS SHE NOTICED THE TENSING OF MUSCLES).   “&– -Sorry. I know having a giant chaurus climbing up while trying to rest isn't exactly comforting. I've been teaching her not to do that. Next time I'll bury some food in the ingredient garden to distract her with some forging.” And as recompence in even a small way, Kasaen brushed mouth against the others forehead (KISS? OR PERHAPS JUST A BRUSH OF FACE? SOMETIMES HARD TO TELL FROM HER). // @hyrles

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are you lifts-her-tail bc you def lift my tail ;)

❛[  UNPROMPTED ASKS ≻ always accepting !

` “&– -Excuse me? I'll have you know you are speaking to one of the most renowned scholars and mages within all of Skyrim. I am not someone who can be smitten with such crass words.” Posture tall // SPINE STRAIGHTENED // hoisting an air of self-importance (UNTIL A SMIRK BEGINS TO SHATTER THE FACADE). “&– -I expect a nice dinner by the ocean side, a quiet night together reading in candlelight, or at the very least to be charmed by the way blood rolls off your skin in battle.” // @lilsinss

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hello! your word for kas is archaic – belonging to or of the past, characteristic of an earlier time. ❤️

I love this for her! Kasaen gains from the past- knowledge either from written words or word of mouth, in every aspect of her life. While she may use the path as a building block of her future, she is entrenched in that what has already come to be!

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❝ Have you any idea where you are? Where you truly are? ❞ - sheogorath

❛[  DAEDRIC PRINCE QUESTS STARTERS ≻ accepting !

`THOSE THAT SEARCHED CAN END UP WANDERING INTO THE UNKNOWN. Kasaen felt herself ever closer to goal // OR PERHAPS SHE WAS JUST HOLDING ONTO THE STRINGS OF HOPE (BUT THE MAGE WAS TIPTOEING THE UNFAMILIAR // WHICH WAS THE PREFIX TO KNOWING, AFTER ALL). Finally slipping into that which whispered evidence of Not of Nirn, but every other factor screamed this was not where she was supposed to be // NOT HER FINAL STOP. It wasn't that it was alien and unnatural // IT WAS THAT IT WASN'T ENOUGH. There was enough familiarity that what was wrong with it could muddy the mind or make one think they were IMAGINING THINGS in places-- - or that it stuck out like a sore, maddening thumb. (BUT THE ENTIRE PLACE DIDN'T HUM AND BREATH WITH THE HORRORS AND TWISTED ARCHITECTURE OF KNOWLEDGE THEY DECIPHERED FROM TEXTS AND TOMES ABOUT APOCRYPHA). 

`THAT BEING SAID, EVERYTHING RAISED HER ALARM BELLS. If this was a trick, or some UNDISCOVERED LOCATION of the Prince of Knowledges realm it was.... weird and made zero sense. Perhaps that was the point- the mortal mind was not SUPPOSED to make sense of it but doubts hung heavy. (AND AT THE BACK OF HER MIND, OBTAINED LEARNING SCRATCHED THAT THE ARGONIAN KNEW WHAT THIS WAS.... IF BOOKS SERVED HER WELL).  Torn out of mind by unrecognized voice-- - a face that was UNFAMILIAR yet felt like should be known? Or perhaps not. Who knew? And had he just appeared-- - or had she stumbled uninvited // UNREMEMBERING (KEEP YOUR WITS ABOUT). It all itched her brain in a way that made a shiver travel up the spine.   “&– -I thought I did but perhaps I don't- I always accept a bit of enlightening before I run a tongue and begin to assume things. But regardless, I am of.... severe doubt this is where I'm supposed to be. Something of a wrong turn, hm?” She played friendly, formal enough // UP FOR CONVERSING // but those bells chiming in the mind had not silenced. AND THAT SCRATCHING IN SKULL CONTINUED. // @goresugars

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"There is a dead body in that rucksack, if you are wanting for conversation."

`IT HAD BEEN PRESENTED AS HUMOR, THE MENTION OF PAST STUDIES. Discussions went to the way of company and numbers, and the Mage had let off a small joke about 'raising the dead to up the number of present bodies' (SHE HAD CALCULATED AND DETERMINED IT WAS THE PROPER MOMENT FOR IT). What had not been quite as predicted was a motion towards sack off to the side-- - the dead being contained within it was NOT ALL THAT SURPRISING, it was more the suggestion presented to Kasaen. Pupils turned to gander at the lump before a small hum escaped between teeth.   “&– -I'm assuming they are dead with good reason. What was their disposition prior to death, and how long? It won't be any fun if I bring back someone that already made the air feel dead with presence, would it?”

`SMILE CURLED UP UPON SCALED LIPS, SOME DEVIOUSNESS SHOWING FROM HER. Clawed finger raised to tap upon chin in thought, magic whistling against palm and fingers of the ONE RESTING BY SIDE // INTENT BUDDING EVER IN SLIGHT.   “&– -I haven't necessarily practiced necromancy since I was a hatchling, I've been more attuned to the summoning of the demonic or otherworldly, but I could certainly raise a corpse. How good they'd be in a group to liven up the atmosphere is a whole different issue. If the spirit has left the area, going to be hard to drag it back. Could always replace it with the spirit of some formless entity, however. That might be... interesting. I wouldn't mind observing to see what happens.” // @royalreef

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❝ you are far too hard on yourself, my dear. ❞

`A SMALL GIFT, A SILENT SHOW OF AFFECTION. The Arch-Mage had been practicing on enchanting jewelry lately // HAVING BEEN MANY A YEAR SINCE SHE'S DONE IT FOR SELF (AND WANTED TO MAKE SURE EVERYTHING WAS PERFECT FOR A MUCH... MORE IMPORTANT PROJECT TO COME). She had fussed and rambled about how the necklace was 'a minor thing' with 'enchantments she would improve later'. Just a boon of health and strength // SMALL AS WAS. Then beloved withdrew the scholar from a bad habit of chattering about like a drain-- - WORSE WHEN NERVES SHE DIDN'T LIKE MAKING OBVIOUS HEIGHTENED-- - and a soft chuckle followed after Nexith's words.   “&– -You know, you are one to talk about such, my love. Perhaps I will ease off on myself when you do the same for yourself as well.” Clawed hand moved to her hip, resting lax upon it.

`AND FREE HAND STRAYED EVER IN SLIGHT. Moving to rest upon the side of the taller argonian oh so familiar to her. Bold as ever // NEVER CEASING, ESPECIALLY WITH HIM // did she raise up upon talons to place a kiss upon vermillion lips.   “&– -I just like knowing you are even the slightest bit safer is all. I want to have you by my side as long as possible-- - my hope is to one day turn that into eternity, perhaps.” A joke radiating with a level of REALITY TO IT. Kasaen had yet to pop a burning question-- - or rather, it was one of two (BUT SHE DIDN'T KNOW PROPER IF SHE SHOULD ASK FOR A HAND BEFORE MORTALITY, OR VICE VERSA). Regardless, that was for another day-- - project still had to continue first before she made a decision.   “&– -I decided not to make it too eye catching, despite how much I'd enjoy that. Should easily hide under your clothing to negate a wandering eye catching you in the shadows upon the catching of light-- - or snug in a pocket so it doesn't get in the way. Should work the same regardless.” // @5ithis

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❝ — would you be willin' t' take on an apprentice? ❞

❛[  UNPROMPTED I BELIEVE ≻ always accepting !

`KASAEN WAS AWARE OF THE REPUTATION THE MAGICALLY AND SCHOLARLY GIFTED GOT. Those that turned nose up higher than a bees nest to glare down upon the others // WHOSE UNDERTAKINGS OF EDUCATION OFT CAME WITH PERSONAL GAIN (SHE'D MET HER FAIR SHARE). The haughty and callose-- - though that wasn't to say she hadn't met those that also wish to teach purely for the sake of knowledge and learnings appreciation. The Argonian liked to believe herself the latter, and the question lifted a pleased smile across scaled lips.   “&– -An apprentice? My, what a sudden request-- - though one I certainly have no qualms with.”

`IF FEATHERS WERE NOT HIDDEN BEHIND CLOTH THEY WOULD BE BRISTLING IN DELIGHT. Also a degree of pride certainly existed // THAT COULDN'T BE HELPED. Even as Arch-Mage she had not had an apprentice. Many a student, yes, had listen to the mages studies and what found through her // ALBEIT SHORTER THAN A LOT THAT WOULD HAVE SIMILAR TITLE // current life-time.  “&– -This may be something of a surprise, but I've never had one before. You truly wish to partake in such a task? Don't worry, I will not try to break you like many an individual has tried to boast about with their own students. Because this would be that of teacher and student, I do not wish it to be seen as a master and underling- and truthfully I'm certain I can learn all the same while you do.” And perhaps that was the SELFISH ASPECT OF KASAEN in this-- - to spread knowledge, and to gain her own back all the same.  “&– -However, I can also not say I will not press you where it is necessary. Sometimes learning requires a bit of pressure. Are you okay with that?” // @ghostvixen

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‘  everyone says i used to be a hero,  but i can still taste the blood in my mouth  &  still feel bruises blooming because of my fists  &  my eyes are still stretched wide  &  terrified.  ’ from eseme ! ( reignkil )

❛[  FORGOTTEN PROMPT ≻ not accepting !

`THE ARGONIAN WAS NOT SOMEONE WHO SPENT MUCH THOUGHT ON THE WAY OF CONCEPTIAL TITLES. But she was aware others could be more.... PARTIAL to whether consideration of good or bad in the grander vocal.   “&– -Terminology can be as fickle as the tongue it comes from-- - do you wish to be called a hero, or just trying to justify words as incorrect to yourself- is some mental worm trying to drag you down?” Kasaen lets the soft echo of her claws echo with SMALL MOVEMENT of gait before settling to sit beside the other.

`FRACTIONAL SOUND OF CLOTHS SHIFT COMES AS HEAD LEANS BACK, GLARING ABOVE AT THE GREAT NOTHINGNESS. It didn't stare back // IMPARTIAL AND UNCARING // and there was gentle smile creeping upon the side of scaled facade.  “&– -You are not an effigy of purity, nor are you a totem of malice. Not even the Divine or Princes hold the helm to being pure one or the other-- - why should you be made to fit a puzzle that even they cannot? Blood may be spilled for just reasons-- - and donations can come with sick intentions. What you are, simply, is alive. More than a heart-beat or breath, but complexity. Emotions, thoughts and memories. How can you know joy if not fear to compare it off of, or the difference between hate and love without experience in both?” Hum breaches the edge of lips in CONTEMPLATION, perhaps.   “&– -Ah, but I ramble too much. Bad habit.” Ending with a laugh to lighten up the atmosphere // AND OPEN IT UP TO A SOUND BEYOND HER OWN VOICE. // @reignkil

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☆ from nex <3

❛[  ACTS OF AFFECTION ≻ accepting !

NOTES: ✩  Grooming, brushing, or tending to their hair.

`KASAENS PLUMAGE OFTEN LAY HIDDEN BEHIND CLOAKS HOOD. Not of intent to hide, just found comfort of it pushed behind cloth and mantle (ESPECIALLY WITH AN ADDED SUN PROTECTION THE LAYERS TENDED TO PROVIDE). Even after a contract signed and dotted some time ago resulted in some loss-- - once healthy feathers thinner on edges and sharper at core // NOT STRESS, MIND YOU-- - HEAD FULL, PERHAPS PESKY ROOTS GOT IN THE WAY // she had nothing to hide. Begrudged not the scaly hands moving and tending to that which saw little attention from the Mage.   “&– -You will not gain more than a couple of feathers, if you're looking for something upon my head.” Said with smoothed humor- turning head to look back at Nex (NOT PERHAPS AT MOST OPPORTUNE TIME).

`THE SIGHT OF ORANGE FLUTTERING DOWN TO REST ON THE GROUND DOES CATCH EMERALD EYES. It wasn't unseen before the emissary, the trail of EMBER SOFTNESS as it left tail had caught her before (UPON CRANIUM LESS OFTEN // THERE WAS OFTEN THE HOOD, AFTER ALL). Pupils seem to lay upon the loss for a handful of seconds, before providing ivory teeth in a soft grin.  “&– -Matters not, those'll grow back.” A once FULL tail-tip, now with bare-spots, spoke perhaps these were not truths spoken (BUT KASAEN KNEW NOT THE FUTURE, YET). Hand moved up to gently grab and rest the one of rubies and vermillion to halt slightly. Something of a silent 'lets not continue, perhaps?' // @hyrles / @daunstar

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‘  i am not a good person.  don’t pretend i am.  ’

❛[  GROWLING SUGGESTION ≻ accepting !

`MANY POUNCED ON THE OPPORTUNITY TO CALL THEMSELVES GOOD. Whole-hearted, brave and STEADY with veins pumping thick with just blood. (A WISER PERSON KNEW THAT GOOD AND BAD WAS CONSTRUCTED ON THE BACKS OF BELIEFS). Kasaen doubted the ability for one to be truly one or the other-- - even it seemed the Aedra and Daedra above and beyond could slip between the seas of greys, how could mortals not be victim to the rapids?   “&– -Then you're a wise man, but also foolish.”

`SHE WAS NOT BLIND, HER SCARS HAD NOT THEFT VISION. Eyes full and observing had witnessed the action of the tavern owner, and the scent of malice didn't fill her nostrils. (KASAEN HAD MANY AN EXPERIENCE WITH SUCH). Carcass lay not open and splayed, quite the opposite rather; where one could have been, it was not.   “&– -This doesn't mean you don't have capacity to do good things, no? You've allowed them to live another day-- - and perhaps others may argue that is cruel in it's own right, to not be free of the mortal chain, but you did not cull it. There is some level of kindness in that.” // @winesold

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✍️ Pass my muse a note ( From Astrid, maybe?? If you want!! // bladedwoe )

❛[  NONVERBAL PROMPTS ≻ accepting ! NOTES: ✍️ Pass my muse a note

`THE CANDLELIGHT BURNED LOW AND DIM. Arch-Mage expected privacy from this, albeit small, comfortable little rented room in an inn (A PRETTY PENNY HAD BEEN PAID FOR IT). Negating the need for the lengthy travel back to Winterhold before she could pen down recent finds-- - and do a few tests on some interesting little finds. It was quiet-- - only the whispers of wind and the creaking of woods shift to provide atmosphere in these EARLY MORNING HOURS.

`SO IT CAME AS A SURPRISE WHEN A HAND CROSSED FIELD OF VISION. Gloved and deft as slid a note upon desks top, but eyes flickered not to the scrawls within paper and instead to the TRESPASSER // PALM HISSING TO LIGHT AS ICE EMBUDED MAGICKA NESTLED READY TO CAST AT MOMENTS NOTICE. (SURPRISE NOT OVERRULING THE COMMON SENSE THAT FIRE WOULD CAUSE MORE PROBLEMS). The second taken for conscious effort could have resulted in puncture to flesh, but as time hung her throat lay closed and unseeping. Slit pupils narrowed at the other.

`THE MOST WORRYING THING TO KASAEN WAS HOW SHE HADN'T SENSED THE OTHER. Despite vampiric improvement, it had been silent and scent not caught. It made brow narrow just slightly // CREASING IN CURIOUS WORRY. The unfamiliar presence gave indication towards note, and with cautious deviation did she allow stray toward the parchment untouched by her works study.

`ONE HAND STAYED PREPPED TO FEND AS OTHER PICKED UP NOTE. Vermillion tainted hues gliding over the inked letters, spell-coated hand lowering just in slight as lips pulled tighter.   “&– -Forgive me for, but I'm not sure if I should take this as threat or not. Surely wouldn't it have been simpler to slit my throat unaware? Makes me suspicious you want me alive enough to carry on a conversation.” // @the-1890s-runaway / @bladedwoe

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 ⛅️  friends of circumstance

❛[  RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN OUR MUSES ≻ accepting ! NOTES: ⛅️  friends of circumstance

I think that would work very well for the two of them! I do love a 'circumstance brings them together for one reason or another but they keep coming back around cause they've grown close' type of plot. Even more fun if its one of those that early on has jokes of 'we keep running into each other this is wild' and then the run ins become intentional! // @the27percent

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your  muse  helping  my  muse  clean  blood  off  of  them. from hati <3

❛[   BLOODLUST PROMPT ≻ accepting ! NOTES: 11. your  muse  helping  my  muse  clean  blood  off  of  them.

`GENERALLY, KASAEN WAS FAMILIAR WITH BLOOD DRIPPING DOWN FRAME. It came with the territory-- - anyone not shackled up in city walls had experienced a drop at the very least // AND THAT WAS IGNORING THE MORE PERSONAL FACTORS OF HER LIFE. However, a new spell under development ended up more... potent then desired (THAT WAS TO SAY THE TARGET WAS NOTHING MORE THAN BITS OF VISCERA AND BONESHARDS, TO PUT IT LIGHTLY). The Mage hadn't been free of after effect either-- - jagged bits cut into flesh between scales, causing her blood to dance with the once-there-now-gone bandit. Beyond that it had she swore she felt some torn ligaments in the arm that cast. Luckily a spell should fix it up, but she'd have to recover.

`STILL, SHE GRABBED WHAT WAS THE INTENDED TARGET. Carefully stuffing the scroll into pouch on side, and afterwards slinging the shiny bow around wounded shoulder (IT WOULD FETCH A PRETTY PRICE // SHE SUPPOSED HER COMPANION MIGHT WANT IT FOR THAT). Stumbling with a slight limp into the room Hati had finished taking her own group of outlaws, a voice tinged in humor even as a hiss of pain came as she adjusted to show off the bow.   “&– -This should at least go for a hundred gold, once we get it all scrubbed off.”

`IT SEEMED THE OTHER HAD IDEAS BEYOND JUST WALKING OUT OF THIS OLD FORT THOUGH. Ushered to stabile location, the argonian did cooperate with small complaint. Hands brushed over BLOODIED FRAME-- - some of them causing twinge of pain from nerves.   “&– -Don't worry, most isn't mine. Nor did they get me- technically this is my fault. I did get the opportunity to test my new spell.” Satisfaction tainted voice as spoke (THOUGH AS ARM WAS TOUCHED A CLEAR TWITCH OF STING TRAVELED DOWN LENGTH OF TAIL). Well, it was her fault for attempting such a volatile thing indoors.   “&– -Stronger than I expected- least it didn't tear off my arm. I'll be able to patch myself up soon enough.”

`CLOTH SOOTHED GREEN FRAME AS IT WIPED AWAY STICKY, INVADING BLOOD. It was better inside then out, and Kasaen couldn't help the smallest sigh at the cleaning (SIMPLE CREATURE PLEASURES, EVEN THE BOOK WYRMS COULD BE JUST AS GUILTY OF IT).   “&– -...I do appreciate it. But I think you're going to need more than a cloth to get all this off. I'll probably take a dip in the nearby river when we get out of here; I'll be cleaning myself and my clothing, and I won't be getting it all over you.” Head raised up to look at Hati from the sitting position the mage was in, a smile lifting up frame to show truly things would be fine.   “&– -The slaughterfish might even come a sniffing- makes them easier catch. Can snatch us a quick bite all the same.” And a bit of humor. // @hyrles

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Tag dump! (finally)