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(Pyrrhia) - Prologue: Odd One Out - Page 8

Page 8

          The IceWing attempted to scold Thunder and Dandelion but the two kept on their small argument, Dandelion, her scale's color now redder than cherries, nearly glowed with anger every time she spoke. Meanwhile, Thunder maintained a cunning smile as he talked back flirtatiously.

        After a few futile attempts to neutralize them both, the IceWing gave up. The icicle-like spikes on his back drooped in exhaustion. He let out a cold sigh, his frosty breath crystallizing into a shimmering cloud. Pausing momentarily, he cast a lingering glance at the RainWing and NightWing advisors before turning his gaze to Cacti.          He let out a cold sigh, the frosty breath crystallizing the vapor in the air, turning it into a shimmering cloud. Pausing momentarily, he cast a lingering glance at the Rainwing and NightWing advisor before turning his gaze to Cacti.            “I apologize on behalf of those two idiots,” he apologetically said. "Name's Verglas, IceWing advisor." He pressed his talons to his chest, where his pastel blue under scales sparkled like the inside of an ice cave on the brightest night.

        Cacti nodded in acceptance of his apology, though admittedly she hadn't been annoyed by Dandelion and Thunder. In fact, their antics comforted her, reassuring her that the council was lively and full of personality. She had feared entering a council dominated by overly disciplined dragons, where politics reigned supreme and fun was scarce, but to her relief, this was not the case.

          Verglas went on with the welcoming.

         “This is Bluefin, The Seawing advisor.”

         “Hi!” Bluefin exclaimed.

         “Bluefin, would you be kind enough to escort Cacti to her office later?” Verglas asked.

          “Absolutely!” Bluefin happily proclaimed.

          “And this is Simmer, Skywing advisor.” Verglas presented, and Simmer trembled slightly as he stepped forward. “If you need advice from an expert, ask him, he's the oldest amongst us.” Verglas added.

         “Hello...” Simmer greeted, his voice quavering with weariness

         “Hi! Nice to meet you!” Cacti replied warmly. She wanted to ask about Simmer's chipped horns but she didn't want to offend him by calling out his dilapidated look. Maybe when they both knew each other better, she could ask — or maybe Simmer could just tell his story about it.

        “And last but not least. Helonias, the MudWing adviso–” Verglas abruptly halted, his gaze sweeping the surroundings “Hold on, where's our MudWing advisor?” he asked, scanning the assembled group in search of Helonias          “I think she wandered off again” Bluefin remarked dryly.

         “Seriously?” Verglas exclaimed in frustration "You two stay put. I will go find her, and don't make us look like a fool to our new SandWing advisor" Verglas admonished. Simmer nodded in agreement.

         “Okie dokie” Bluefin replied enthusiastically.

[fanfaire]

oh, what's this! left at her door is a small box, delicately wrapped in off-white paper and with a note pinned just beneath the brilliant red ribbon. even with the lid closed, its presence alone gives off a slightly nutty and sweet scent to it, like honey and lemon with toasted coconut.

on the slip is a brief letter, scrawled in surprisingly... plain handwriting. it's nothing special or particularly beautiful: just clear, well-spaced, precise. their clarity ( and relative brevity, given the length of the note ) makes it hard to not read over quickly.

lady furina, are you fond of coconut and lemon tarts? if you have not tried them before, I've included one that even I found to be quite lovely and reminiscent of the sights and taste of warmer seas. if they're not to your liking, that is also fine -- I'll just be sure to keep that in mind for the future. x.

AT SOME POINT, SHE HAD GROWN ACCUSTOMED to the constant stream of gifts. and at some other point, equally accustomed to the sudden drought. fame & stature brought with them their own assortment of boons and torments, and their absence just as much. does she rejoice in the effusion of praise neverending? mourn its abandonment? isn't this what part of her had wanted: an intermission from the stage, unknown and unscrutinized?

was that freedom?

. . .chère crabaletta, forgive her ; she is in something of an operatic mood today ; the mistress pines still for that home she left behind, wood dressage and cut cloths. and on days like this, she hums the aria of her favorite numbers and wonders——would it be so bad if she went back on her promise from time to time? won herself that space, that applause and acclaim which she in no shortage deserved, working not only for the archon's feast but the tightrope between human feeling and godly ease and human toil again?

as if in response, a little box greets her when she opens her door without fanfare to check the morning's paper, interrupting the half-lift of one poised hand already adrift in imagination of grand curtain and velvet auditorium. in singular audience, it rests there unencumbered, peering up at her in sparkling ribbon invitational.

she's hardly begun, but thank you.

now, who could have sent this? a tribute from an old patron, perhaps, for the quarterly parcels from the palais were never so ostentatiously wrapped. both hands pluck it from the ground, swiveling to gauge its exterior ; but in that motion its very contents are teased: a puff of sour-sweet on the morning breeze, resting on a subtler, trilling note of clarity. hastened steps fetch both it and morning paper and pivot once more upon threshold with a click of finality ; usher is there in a heartbeat to assist her with the load, graciously relieving her of the news so she might turn the unsuspected prize again in practiced palms with interest. "yes, yes, i know," she tuts at his direction to see the sender first, and sets the parcel down upon the countertop, stalling for only a moment more. could she not take the time to properly appreciate the rare occasion? the suspense is, after all, half the joy.

and, in another moment, would only come crashing down about her when she does lift the tag, embroidered with its plain little letter, and see that simple, scripted cross punctuated on the bottom like a bullseye. like a caesura, stopping all music. the crumbling of some rafter in the wings out of sight, lights shutting off into cavernous dark. transcendental silence. ——because although it has been some time and only once, she knows this handwriting and the dreaded arrival it precedes.

she releases it at once with both hands, stuttering steps back with heels aclick on the hard kitchen floor, and stares at it as though it had bitten her.

. . .

the day quickly becomes one of discourse and deliberation. a grave, heated discussion about a roundtable four, watery and human appendages alike gesturing in fervor. should she eat it? should she not? in the absence of the former advisors of her archonhood, these friends are her counsel now, no less robust and a good deal more plainspoken.

at last it is she—stalwart crabaletta—who for her lady would forfeit shell and claw.⠀(⠀the apple of furina's childish dreams, and the forward future of her own envisioned self.⠀)

it is inconclusive in the end—at which point any of them ought to have realized that a body of pure hydro possessed little bearing on what may befall her should she take the same risks. & yet, surely poison might contaminate water as easily as it does blood? or else there should be some trace of it left behind besides.

this is a matter of her own courage, in the end.

and in the end, she. . .

she——

is not half so brave as crabaletta.

[deliriousfangirl61]

Grounded [Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw] Chapter IV

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Liv "Queenie" Fairdon

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18+

Series Warnings: Death, Violence, Cursing, Smut (later chapters). MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

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Description: It's been two years since the accident that turned Liv "Queenie" Fairdon's life upside down, and she's fine... supposedly. She seems to have come to terms with being Grounded permanently and the ache in her chest after losing her brother lessening day after day. She has come to love her job at the base and her home that she fixed up. Liv thought being Grounded was going to do her in for good but she seems absolutely fine. However, when a high-priority mission arises forcing the best of the best back to North Island old feelings begin to stir forcing Liv to deal with feelings she has buried. Not only that, but Bradley (Rooster) Bradshaw is gonna force new feelings causing Liv to question the walls she had perfectly put in place.

"Shit."

The metal travel mug clangs against my kitchen counter loudly as it slips through my fingers and some of the scolding hot coffee hits my skin. I bite down on my cheek to keep from cursing some more.

I freeze in my position holding both the travel mug and coffee pot still as I listen for the not-so-soft snores that are filling my living room. Bob's deafening sounds reach my ears and I sigh in relief. Bob doesn't snore often, only when he is either truly exhausted or feels completely comfortable and safe. Which I guess I can take as a compliment not that Bob has ever stopped his snoring in my presence before. The only time I've ever heard him not snore is when he was glued to that uncomfortable chair in the corner of my hospital room while I was recovering.

Bob's snores continue to float through my home as I get ready for work. I had tried to wake him last night in order to convince him to move to the spare bedroom but sadly most of the time Bob is a dead weight when sleeping and nearly impossible to wake.

I grab my bag and the few files I had taken home to look over (I never got to them) into my arms. I tiptoe past Bob's sleeping figure his mouth wide open and head tilted slightly to the side. I write him a note that I'm only working a half day and to make himself at home until I get back and we will spend the rest of the day together.

I also swipe the keys to his Jeep. Since he blocked me in and I don't want to move it just to have to get my car out of the garage. Besides, I know Bob won't mind so I blast his radio and roll down the windows and let the top down.

The drive to the base is easy and short and before I know it I am pulling into my parking spot and gathering my things. Sundays are slow days for us most of the time people-wise. However, the work always seems to still be the same.

As soon as I enter the building I am flagged by two other civilian analysts, both of which have cases for me to cover since they are out of their security clearance. I am then immediately pulled into the briefing. Warlock settles next to me shooting me a look I know all too well as more admirals and other personnel fill the room. I send him a small smile and pull out my journal to take notes.

The briefing is filled with admirals all of whom want to share their two cents and make subtle bets on who they think will be a part of the team. Warlock and I send each other looks throughout the meeting, both of us have never been a fan of the other showboating Admirals in our circle but we both have to deal with them.

Most of the admirals in here like me enough to not completely ignore me when I offer my own knowledge on the topic. Some even kiss up to me at times, they think if they are nice to me their analytics on missions get done faster (that's partially true).

Warlock stays silent next to me throughout the whole meeting. The only time he makes a sound is to snort in amusement when admirals rush towards me at the end to ask me for my rush on their advisory reports which they need to get their missions started. By the end of their shoving and half-assed compliments, I have a quite large stack. Warlock offers his help but he is summoned to deal with something else. I assure him I'm fine and make my exit. As much as I truly love my job I hate briefings with a passion, especially the ones with admirals and all their demands.

I balance the files in my arms trying to take a few sips of my coffee in hopes it will start working a bit faster. Normally I don't mind taking over cases but on top of my special assignment, it will just be a nightmare trying to manage it all in the next few weeks. The admirals will also no doubt be pestering me the whole time. That thought alone makes me want to bang my head against the wall. Maybe I can just pass them off to some other specialists, ones who don't have any special assignments.

"That stack looks like it weighs more than you." My head snaps up in his direction.

Bradley stands in a hallway I often avoid most days. His grey shirt is stuck to him with sweat and some of the longer pieces of his hair stick to his forehead a little bit. He stands at the far end of the hall headphones hanging around his neck and looking like a photocopy of the man in the portrait behind him.

My eyes catch on Andy's portrait and a familiar tug yanks on my heart and I focus on Bradley. He walks a bit closer so he doesn't have to yell.

"I'm a lot stronger than I look, Bradshaw."

"Back on last names now."

"We're at work have to keep it professional," I say readjusting the files in my arms.

"Fair enough."

Bradley steps forward scooping the files out of my arms which I have to admit is a welcome occurrence my arms were starting to ache.

"Thank you. It's a bit early do you normally take your morning runs at 7:00 am."

Bradley shrugs his shoulders. "Couldn't sleep."

I hum. I know that feeling all too well.

"What are you doing here so early Fairdon?" My last name rolls off his tongue in a way that makes me smile. I don't fully know why it sounds so nice coming from his lips but I can't say I mind it.

"I had a briefing about the upcoming mission."

Bradley perks up at that.

"Any information you can pass along."

I smirk up at him as we come to a stop in front of my office door.

"You will find out with everyone else Leautinant Bradshaw."

I push open the door and the cool air of my office hits my skin. Goodness, that feels nice. Bradley must enjoy it too because I hear the faintest of sighs leave his lips.

"Where would you like these?" Bradley gestures to the stack in his hands.

"Oh here." I take the massive stack back from him. "Thank you for that, the admirals in the meeting jumped at the chance to submit their mission portfolios in person.

I dump the large stack on one of the tables and go to sit down at my desk. Bradley has made his way to my windowsill and his eyes are roaming over all of my knickknacks. He looks oddly at home in my office, the morning sun cascading over him and once again I am reminded that this man is freaking gorgeous.

I snap my gaze away focusing on the stack of folders. I am not about to be found gawking at this man in my own office. My little coffee pot beeps telling me that it is finished brewing. It's great timing really I have it on perfect timing. This one finishes just about when I get to work and I have already drank the one I made for myself at home. Sure enough, as I lift my travel mug it is nearly empty and I smile. Bob insists I am a coffeeholic, he is probably right.

"Would you like some coffee?" I ask Bradley as I stand.

His attention slowly turns away from the knickknacks back to me and a charming smile spreads over his face.

"I would love some."

I pour the Leautinant a cup and pass it over to him. He slides down into one of the chairs situated in from of my desk. His eyes go back to my windowsill.

"Where did you get all these?" He asks as he brings the mug to his lips.

"All over really, some from thrift stores, some were given to me, a few came from Admiral Simpson's daughters."

Bradley nods before turning his attention back to me. I focus on sorting through the stack of files that need to be analyzed. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him lean back a bit and relax. A roar of a jet engine tears my attention away and I glance out my window. A Tomcat is speeding off for take-off.

"Do you miss flying?"

I turn back towards Bradley, he's watching me with a pensive expression. I've seen it to some degree on Bob's face. I consider lying, telling him I don't miss flying whatsoever, that some part of me, despite everything, still craves that adrenaline.

I shrug instead.

"I really love my job now so there's not too much to miss."

We don't say anything, we just stare at each other without wavering. I can't tell if he is trying to figure me out or wondering how the legendary Queenie is seemingly content with sitting behind a desk for the rest of her life.

Bradley and I sit in silence until he says goodbye. I expected the silence to be awkward or tense after his question. Strangely enough, it was comfortable. He switched between watching me go through files and watching the jets take off. He sipped his coffee and seemed entirely content in that chair while I worked. I almost missed his presence when he left... almost. Until I realized I did work a bit faster when those hazel eyes weren't watching me.

Warlock comes in a bit after Bradley leaves to tell me that I am not allowed to take all the cases given to me this morning. Which I laugh at. When I told him I was already in the process of splitting them up for the rest of my team he left pleased but not before making sure I was feeling okay once again about this mission.

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When I pull back into my driveway around noon Bob has my garage open and he has pulled out the surfboards.

"Figured we could enjoy a beach day, the surf looks great," Bob says as he meets me at the door of the Jeep.

"That sounds great."

An hour later Bob and I are at one of our favorite surf spots, It's a bit farther from the tourist location but neither of us minds the drive. Bob and I sit in the sand waxing our boards.

"How was the briefing this morning?" Bob breaks the serene silence of the beach and its waves.

"It went like any other briefing, admirals talking over one another and Warlock and I trying not to laugh at the ego war."

Bob chuckles before his eyebrows scrunch as a thought passes through his mind.

"Yeah, but how are you feeling about it I mean this mission is scarily similar..."

"It's not the same in the most important ways. I'll be okay Bobby, because this mission is gonna go smoothly, everyone is gonna be fine and you and I are gonna celebrate when you get home by going on my last flight." I say it with such a finality that Bob blinks at me.

"Okay, Liv." A small smile spreads onto his lips.

I don't know if he fully believes what I just said but he doesn't question it. Instead, I notice him peeking out at me every once in a while from the corner of my eye. I have to be right though, because if I'm not and Bob doesn't come back I don't think I could handle that. I can't handle losing another brother.

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I'm so sorry it took me so long to update I had some serious health problems this summer that left me a bit out of sorts. But I'm back now and hopefully, I can continue my stories.

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what goes around pt.2

ft. Ryunosuke, @mocnflower

“It was the East Sea Group. From Jeju. Do you remember when you dissolve partnership after suspicions of debt subsidies?” Her advisor briefs her, but half of her attention was at the operating doors. “They investigated one of the men and he confessed. What’s the plan?”

It was a miracle she wasn’t the one completely hurt. Her team would rather have part of her missing than deal with losing the head of the company. It appeared no one knew the truth. She was unsure if the pain in her chest was from her injury, or the brace that hindered motion temporarily. All she was waiting for is that Ryunosuke is okay, and that everything will be okay.

“Miss Choi?”

“The current head to ToraCo is there because of me…” confessing as though she was in church, her hushed tone indicated seriousness outside of her usual professional manner. “I know for a fact he wouldn’t want me to inform his parents… I’m praying no one is waiting for him at home.”

“It’s a difficult matter, Miss Choi. But there’s also something you need to handle.”

The wrath was still there. Minseo was aware she needed to control it. A time to make a decision isn’t now after having Ryunosuke as collateral. The doors open and she jolts up to approach the doctor, only to be assisted in frustration because of her injury. She waited for good news, it was tense between all everyone that was in the hall.

“Mr. Park is stable. It’s fortunate the injury wasn’t severe though he may have trouble with healing,” All she heard was he was alright, and everything else needed to be take care of on her own accord. “Ah— Ms. Choi. I’d advise him to stay in the hospital. I would assume he’s under your supervision for the time being…. His father may hear word soon, and I’m unsure what to say.”

Connections of the underworld doesn’t stray far from where it started. It was a domino effect and someone probably already knows of the ambush at the Choi grounds. This territory doesn’t run free under Minseo’s call considering it wasn’t her home country. She had power but not all.

She expresses gratitude to the doctor, ensuring nothing will differ from how she treated those who worked for her back home. Her requests were immediate and the first thing to ask was a phone, her advisor was confused on who she requested…

-

“I know it’s you unnie~~” Yejin teases, chuckling a little with Minseo’s urgency. “Miss ya~”

“Shake your branches little tree—“ there was a heavy pause. The code for an underground request with in the family was something the younger latter hasn’t heard in ages. It was safe to say Yejin wasn’t expecting it with her silence on the line. Minseo repeats herself once more, urgency grits her teeth. “Shake your br—“

“Toss gold and silver down on me.”

“I was ambushed at my home in Hokkaido. We investigated the leader of East Sea group. Someone will be sending you more information. 32 million won on tab if you could do it for me.”

Yejin curses under her breath with the amount, what an oddly specific number…? “This… seems too soon— Are you alright?”

“I wished you asked after…” there was a soft huff, pressing a finger between her brows. “‘m fine, everything is settled but I can't leave him until I know he'll be okay.”

“Ah.” It humored her, really. Even before, she'd never recieved this much from her family. “Alright, anything else, boss?”

“I want that man’s ring finger in my office.” It was a serious request, one where it didn’t appear to be out of ordinary between the two women. “Finish this with in a week. They’ll be meeting you at the hangar if you need anything, Chaewon.”

“—I... it’s Yejin now.”

Minseo’s frustration must’ve spoken for her, with the stress piling up that she can’t even have basic respect. Realization hits after the correction, and she sighs out tense emotions. There was a brief pause, herself apologizing soon after.

“Thank you, Yejin.”

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days later

“Yejin has been reported to have come back to the weapons hangar.” Her advisor speaks into the blue, looking over to Ryunosuke who’s woken up after a few hours. His suspicion adverts towards her. “We’ve secretly requested her to be followed just incase, as requested. they reported she did incredibly well...”

“What did you do..?” Ryunosuke wonders, not wanting her to dive into much over it. “It was an accident... You didn't know."

“We’ve also instructed guards for Yohan’s safety, as a precaution."

"Geez, Minseo you're acting like--"

"YOU COULD'VE DIED...!" She finally spills the pent up frustration, taking a sharp breath and the outburst alone made everyone tense. She didn’t need a lecture, and was asked that they be left alone. "You’re in danger— everyone will be in danger. It comes back to me— Can you let me do this? I have to do this because you just never fucking know,"

"—But I didn't." Ryunosuke was stern, despite a pressure he felt when he spoke. There was a soft grunt that prevented him from arguing any further. Arguing with Minseo wasn't always the best. "I'm fine, see?"

Her eyes shut, lowering her head on his bed as soft pats from his palm was felt. It was still tense but he knew not to make humor of something as such. "I told your family. I.. don’t know what to tell Zan." a mumble was heard and he smacked his tongue. "Im sorry."

"I guess it had to happen at some point, no?"

“At some point …? do you know how terrible this is? Have friends and family always in danger just because of me?” She looks at his state with worry, only then it was prominent that she probably hasn’t slept properly. “This is what I have to deal with? Forever? Everyone— being in harm’s way—“

Ryunosuke wanted to interrupt but a message on her phone catches both their attentions first. A short message with Yejin’s name. It’s Done. They look at each other with relief and somewhat of disdain. This is, after all, still out of the ordinary in a person’s life. Silence blankets them like heavy rain, with her self itching to just call someone for comfort. If that person would even answer. Anyone else but the ones here.

Before she knew it, Minseo notices her shortness of breath despite sitting still. She felt confused that she couldn’t even hear him calling out while leaving the room. She was unsure where she wanted to go, avoiding stares of no one. It was overwhelming enough that her body was feeling static, like an empty channel of a television screen. Fingertips felt cold as the rest of her body, slowly losing the ability to even make of her sight. Her vision hazed as the fleeting feeling of falling was felt, before everything turns to black.

[camelliagwerm]

How about 3. Fireside from the prompt list?

3. Fireside. Thought I'd take this opportunity to write one of Leonelle's relationships with one of her advisors. Set in the downtime after Troll Trouble.

By the time she returns to the wizard's house in the southern Narlmarches, the first frost has come, and Leonelle thanks the hellfire in her veins for keeping her warm, though the tip of her nose feels numb from the cold. She gingerly walks up the path towards the lone house, not concerned for traps, but in fear she may slip on the patches of ice thinly covering the ground beneath her feet. Only once does she look back to the main path, where her mare waits patiently at the gate.

Roiling smoke puffs from the chimney, and from behind thick curtains, slithers of a promise of warmth and light peek through. The front of the house appears to be fully cleared of troll and bandit corpses now, unlike the sorry state this place was just a few weeks previously.

Good. He cares about appearances.

She knocks politely on the door, a sharp one-two rap with a balled-up fist, before folding them neatly together in front of her. From the other side, she can hear a scraping of furniture against the floor, the heavy footsteps of the wizard, the fumbling to open a lock. She is then bathed in warmth and light, silhouetting the tall, broad wizard who had made this place his home.

"Ah, your Grace! What are you doing here by yourself?" His brows furrow for a moment, his gaze flicking to the mare at the end of the road, before the tips of his mustache curl up and he offers a slight smile and a bow to her. "Forgive me, if I had known of your arrival I would have cleared up."

He reaches out to press a kiss to her gloved hand, but she bats it away. "Come now, Maestro. I hardly expect one to stand on ceremony when you live in the middle of nowhere. May I come in?"

"Of course, of course." Delgado steps aside, gesturing for her to step in.

The house itself is simple, only a few rooms and with that same...rustic charm that dominates the Stolen Lands. Piles and piles of books everywhere, neatly arranged stacks of parchment, and a small table in front of a small fireplace with dinner set for one, the smell of a meaty stew wafting into the air.

"I did not mean to intrude while you were having dinner," she begins. The door closes with a thud, and Delgado returns to the table and he gestures for her to sit, "but I believe I might have something that you were looking for."

It takes some arranging of her riding habit's skirts to sit at the table comfortably, but once she is settled, she pulls off her gloves first. She reaches the satchel at her hip and withdraws the enchanted whip from its depths. The thrum of magical energy sings out to her, with that promise of pleasure if she keeps a hold of that ivory handle. Her hands tremble at the thought, even if she preferred to be at the mercy of one rather than hold it, and she gingerly sets it down on the table. "This was among the trolls'...treasure. It is a fine piece of craftsmanship."

Leonelle watches Delgado's eyes light up as he reaches for it a little too quickly. That same energy must sing to him too. Thick fingers stroke over the handle, then the thong with a tenderness, a reverence. She raises a gloved hand to her lips to cover her knowing smile, but she needn't have bothered. In that moment, it is like Delgado did not even notice her presence.

"I do have a proposition," she begins again, careful to pitch her voice and poise herself more appropriately for her new station - a brief, bitter thought of Father would be proud crossing her mind - "if you are interested."

That pulls the wizard out of his trance, and he hurriedly places the whip on his belt. "And what might that be, your Grace? Are you interested in my experiments?"

"They seem interesting, but I've no head for that sort of thing. What I came to ask of you, however, is whether you would be interested in taking a position at my court as an advisor?" She leans forward, balling her gloves in her hands, "between you and I, Maestro, I could use more educated sorts there, and I could think of a few future uses for a master vivisectionist and wizard such as yourself."

That seems to take the man off guard, but the smile windens and there's a glint of something in his eyes. "I would have to take a few days to right everything here, but --" he trails off, his dark eyes scanning over the room, like he is calculating just how much he would be able to take to the capital.

"Of course, I will see to it that any assistance you might need can be found at Narlkeep to help with your transition from your current," she takes another look around the place. Despite the warmth radiating from the fireside, she can hardly call it a house. But Riverfolk do not seem to like the implication that you might call it anything less than that, especially if you're a cosmopolitan outsider like herself, "...residence to a new one in the capital."

"That would be much appreciated, your Grace."

"Then it is decided. We can discuss the nature of the position you desire when you arrive."

As Leonelle stands up, straightening out her skirts, the wizard once again reaches out to take her hand, a coarse thumb brushing over the palm. She flinches immediately as Delgado's finger touches the burn scar there, before he kneels in front of her.

"On my word, Baroness Montoni, I will serve you as faithfully and as long as you desire." Leonelle darts her eyes away, wincing a little on the inside at this pathetic display of submission, and she quickly pulls her hand from his as he seeks to bring her knuckle for a kiss.

"That is quite unneccessary, Maestro Delgado." She clears her throat, nudging him with her riding boot in the process. Leonelle grabs her gloves from the table and slipping them on before he can see the scar on her palm. "Please, do not embarrass us both by prostrating yourself for me in the middle of the woods."

[ask-churro-cookie]

A cookie was Looking around in the woods for spme herbs, they had a bag full of lilacs, sleepy bone roses, and other things..

( @ask-the-advisor adviso

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Top 5 Benefits of Working with a Personal Financial Advisor

In today’s complex financial landscape, managing your wealth effectively requires more than just a savings account and a retirement fund. Whether you’re looking to grow your wealth, secure your retirement, or achieve financial freedom, a personal financial advisor can provide the expertise and strategic planning necessary to guide you on the right path. Here at Affinity Wealth Management, we understand the value of having a knowledgeable advisor who can help you make informed financial decisions. Here are the top five benefits of working with a personal financial adviso. Visit us: https://www.affinitywealth.com/about-us

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Christopher Lazos’ Financial Advice: Building Wealth and Stability with Strategic Planning

With a wealth of experience in finance and a commitment to client success, Christopher Lazos has developed a strategic approach to wealth management that empowers clients to achieve financial stability and long-term growth. As a Managing Director – Investments at Oppenheimer & Co. Inc., Lazos shares his insights on financial planning, disciplined investing, and strategies for creating a secure financial foundation.

1. Start with a Clear Vision for Your Financial Future

Lazos believes that financial success begins with a well-defined vision. “Clarity is key,” he says. He advises clients to identify their specific financial goals—whether it’s saving for retirement, purchasing a home, or funding education—and establish both short-term and long-term objectives. Having a clear roadmap helps clients make informed financial choices and provides direction for adjusting strategies as life changes. “When you know where you’re headed, every financial decision has a purpose,” he notes.

2. Diversify to Balance Growth and Protection

Diversification is at the heart of Lazos’ investment philosophy. “A diversified portfolio protects against risk while allowing for growth,” he explains. He recommends investing across various asset classes, such as stocks, bonds, and real estate, to spread risk and create a balanced portfolio. Within each category, further diversifying by industry, geography, and asset type helps mitigate potential losses during market fluctuations. “Diversification enhances stability,” Lazos says, noting that a well-balanced portfolio provides resilience in changing markets.

3. Focus on Long-Term Gains, Not Short-Term Reactions

Christoper Lazos emphasizes the importance of patience and a long-term perspective in wealth management. “It’s easy to get caught up in market movements, but wealth is built over years, not days,” he advises. By staying committed to a well-planned strategy and avoiding impulsive decisions, clients can benefit from compounding returns and the gradual accumulation of wealth. Lazos encourages clients to look past short-term volatility, focusing on their larger financial objectives and maintaining a steady course.

4. Prioritize an Emergency Fund

An emergency fund is essential for financial security, according to Lazos. “Unexpected expenses are a part of life, and having a financial cushion protects against setbacks,” he explains. He advises clients to save three to six months of living expenses in a liquid account, giving them the flexibility to handle emergencies without disrupting long-term investments. An emergency fund offers peace of mind and financial stability, allowing clients to focus on their larger wealth-building goals.

5. Continue Learning and Stay Informed

Lazos is a strong proponent of financial education. “Understanding financial principles helps you make empowered choices,” he says. He encourages clients to regularly engage with financial resources, attend seminars, and ask questions during meetings. Financial literacy allows clients to make proactive decisions, understand the implications of their investments, and feel confident in managing their wealth. “The more you know, the better equipped you are to make sound financial decisions,” Lazos explains.

6. Adjust Strategies as Life Evolves

Financial needs change over time, and Lazos stresses the importance of flexibility in financial planning. “As life changes, so should your financial strategy,” he says. He advises clients to revisit their goals periodically, especially after major life events, such as marriage, parenthood, or nearing retirement. By aligning financial strategies with current circumstances, clients maintain relevance and ensure their plans support both present and future aspirations.

7. Seek Professional Guidance

For those navigating complex financial landscapes, Lazos highlights the value of professional advice. “An experienced advisor can provide insight and accountability,” he explains. He believes that a trusted advisor not only helps clients refine their goals but also offers guidance on market trends, risk management, and growth opportunities. Lazos emphasizes that working with a financial professional adds a layer of expertise, supporting clients in making informed, effective decisions that align with their long-term vision.

8. Consider the Impact of Philanthropy

For Lazos, financial success is about more than wealth—it’s about legacy and impact. He encourages clients to consider incorporating philanthropy into their financial plans, whether through direct donations, setting up family foundations, or supporting causes they believe in. “Financial success is an opportunity to make a positive difference,” he says, adding that giving back enriches one’s life and creates lasting change. By including charitable giving, clients can build a legacy that reflects their values and positively influences future generations.

Conclusion: Building a Resilient Financial Future

Christopher Lazos’ approach to wealth management focuses on clarity, discipline, and adaptability. His advice helps clients create a solid foundation, balanced with growth and protection, to achieve financial resilience. By prioritizing long-term gains, staying informed, and adapting to life’s changes, Lazos’ clients are empowered to take control of their financial journeys with confidence.

Through these principles, Lazos not only supports clients in reaching their financial goals but also helps them build a foundation for a prosperous, secure, and impactful future. His guidance inspires individuals to see wealth as both personal growth and an opportunity to make a meaningful difference in the world.