#ara ashway

[sparkledcrowns]

☆ﾟ*·ﾟNIK COULDN'T HELP but laugh. he was always glad to help people in any way he possibly could. while he didn't understand a lot about books, reading, and anything that required knowledge of any kind, but he like to think he was more street smart than anything else. people were important and nik wanted everyone to know that they were worth something. he hoped that his advice would make her smile.

"you're welcome, glad to help somewhat? i can also stand in certain places if you need too, to block her view. i'm kinda tall-ish," nik explained, laughing lightly then tilted his head to the side. "oh? you like to talk. i like to listen."

nik shrugged his shoulders. he knew a lot about a lot of food, but every chef has foods that they don't like. "it's the texture of it. there's something that's just wrong. plus, they're too small and i want to be able to see my food." raising his eyebrows, he was incredibly curious what kind of food they ate in the autumn court if she wanted to eat dirt. "wait wait, what are you eating in the autumn court? please for the love of calabrian chilis, tell me that you're not eating actual dirt."

looking down at the book, he tried to figure out what they could possibly be doing to the books, but he didn't even know what would be different in any sense. "oh uhm, i'm not sure. i'm not the best at... reading," nik explained, his voice soft and gentle. "i might need something easier than these."

ARA found herself chuckling at the man's idea. Of course, she could turn her back to the shopkeeper, but then the light would hit the book wrong & it would be difficult to flip thought it - the paper here had a weird golden shimmer that made her eyes uncomfortable. Or maybe the Dusk fae laced their books with a weird magic? She wouldn't put it past them.

"I am known to multitask, so in fact I could be reading & talking at the same time. Thanks for the idea. Now I won't shut up." she chuckled.

Hearing his words, Ara tilted her head. "What's wrong with quinoia? I find the earthy taste so rich & wonderful. But, then again I'm Autumn, so I might be earth biased. I'd eat the soil if it was edible." she grinned.

"Well, back home they do! The Dusk fae have a strange way of binding their books & the ink is a bit different from ours." Ara mused, but then her smile grew, "If you need any recommendations, I'd be happy to help."

[ofcourtfables]

𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒏𝒐 𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍. 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒏𝒐 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏. welcome EVA, you have been accepted into ofcourtfables. please have your account in within the next 24 hours or you risk your roles and face claims. also take a moment to look over our checklist.

‘ merve bolugur, female, she/her, 34 / 340 , high fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems alara draven has been teleported to the dusk court, the scribe from night court is said to be courageous and is said to describe themselves with late night embers crackling in the fireplace, the smell of freshly spilled ink, leather binds of tomes tickling her fingers & the smell of cinnamon spiked coffee in the morning and with all of this in mind their deflective nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time. + cousin to the high ruler

‘ eva green, female, she/her, 40 / 400 , cauldron made high fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems vivian valdemar has been teleported to the dusk court, the spy master from dawn court is said to be charming and is said to describe themselves with mist colored liquid lapping at the sides of an iron decanter, rusted scales of balance, calm nothingness of an abyss & iron hot visions burning though silken veins and with all of this in mind their intimidating nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time.

‘ IU, female, she/her, 28 / 280 , high fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems ara ashway has been teleported to the dusk court, the scholar from autumn court is said to be intuitive and is said to describe themselves with dark blue ribbons in place of bookmarks, mint tea grown cold in an chipped mug, stone statues peeking from an overgrown hedge maze, red & white roses wrapped around the cracked marble & the feeling of a sunset warming the skin and with all of this in mind their indecisive nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time. + cousin to the high ruler

[arashway]

general details.

full name: ara myeong ashway. nickname(s): rara. myeong-a ( family ). name meaning: ara - 아라 tranquility. ; myeong - 명bright, clear, brightness. age:  28. / 280. date of birth:  october 31st. place of birth:  autumn court. current location:  dusk court. ethnicity:  high fae / korean. gender:  cisfemale. pronouns:  she/her. sexual orientation:  bisexual. romantic orientation: biromantic. religion: Mother & fae religion. occupation:  autumn court inner circle scholar. education level:  high. extracurricular:  ancient fae language & literature. living arrangements:  an apartment in the suburbs of the city. financial status:  wealthy. speaking voice and accent:  soft & melodic, but can get a higher note when angry or irritated. spoken languages: fae, ancient fae. ( english & korean ). voiceclaim: IU

physical appearance, etc.

faceclaim:   IU ( Lee Ji-Eun ). hair color and style:  dark, often leaves it down or half updo's. slightly wavy. complexion:  fair. eye color:  dark brown. eyesight:  fae perfect. height:  5'6. weight:  58 kg. body and build:   lean, slender & fae strong. tattoos:   small ourobouros behind her right ear. piercings:   earrings. clothing style:   casual, but prefers soft & flowy materials & texture. partial to dresses. distinguishing characteristics:  often clenches her jaw when seething with anger. signature scent:  gucci gorgeous orchid & gucci nettare di fiori.

health.

mental disorder(s):  n/a. physical disorder(s):   n/a. allergies:   peanuts. sleeping habits:   early riser, going to sleep late. eating habits:   normal. sociability:  moderate. she is approachable & friendly, but unless engaged well in conversation loses interest quickly. body temperature:   moderate. addictions:   cigarettes ( or fae equivalent of them ). drug use:   no. alcohol use: yes.

personality.

label(s):   the one with the ancient tongue. the autumn doodler. positive traits:   intuitive, friendly, approachable, kind. negative traits:  indecisive, quick to lose interest, a bit of a hermit. likes:   hearth, plum tea, apples, candied fruit, the smell of books. dislikes:   loud noises, nosey people, gossip & the colour beige. fears:   loss of family & friends, very small spaces ( like prison cells & cramped attic ). habits:  crews on her bottom lip when deep in thought, playing with her hair. goals and ambitions:  to be fluent in leshon hakodesh. to one day own a library filled with the rarest of books. astrology:  scorpio. personality type:   INFJ. moral alignment: lawful good. element:   water. primary vice:   despair. primary virtue:   temperance. weather: rainy. cloudy. color:  purple ( every shade of it ) & rose gold. music:   classical. loves violin. beverage:   red wine, tea & gin. food:   not a picky eater, but prefers salty / moderately spicy food. animal:   serpents, snakes & birds. season: winter.

family, relationships, etc.

mother: cha hyung. deceased. father:   ashway ju-won. deceased. significant other: none at the moment. best friend:  pending. exes: none. sibling(s):   none. children:  none. extended family: ashway family royal & extended ( cousins ). distant gaea relatives ( unaware of ). pet(s): none yet, but regularly feeds strays.

head canons.

tw: parent death. The only child of a relative of the royal family, Ju-Won Ashway and his Gaea citizen wife Cha Hyung, Ara was born in the outskirts of the autumn court, in a mansion not too deep in the woods. She knows nothing of her mother's family, except that she was born and raised in Gaea, but fled the moment she met her father and married him in Autumn. When she was seven years old, her mother disappeared and to this she doesn't know what happened to her - she is presumed deceased, but Ara hates to admit that she still hopes to one day see her. Her father refused to talk about the disappearance and managed his hurt by locking himself up in his workshop and tinkering with wood and metal, often carving things like dolls and figurines, imbuing them with magic and metal. Sometime before her twenty second birthday, in the early Autumn when nature begins to wither and die, so did her father - but not with a soft wilt, but rather a fiery blast which incinerated their family home. At the time she was out and about in the city, having a drink with one of her cousins to celebrate the upcoming Autumn solstice. Returning home to ash and cinders left her with an equally burning hole in her chest, a fire which never dies out and leaves a taste of bitterness and ash in her mouth. On her twenty second birthday, her extended family - the royal one - asked her to fill a position as a scholar, knowing her aptitude for languages and her love for books and ancient trinkets. She accepted their offer and briefly lived in the palace while waiting for her funds ( and the funds collected from her inheritance ) to grow, when she purchased an apartment in the very heart of the city.

[arashway]

location: dusk court, the drawing room of the autumn court quarters. time: after dinner. with: @stxrslisten & suho ashway.

SHE was beginning to wonder when would they all return home. As fun as it was to be in a - previously unknown - court, Ara was starting to feel a little... caged. It's not that the new hosts were limiting her liberty in any way or shape - especially now with her powers back in her veins - it's just that she was tired of the politeness & the way everyone side-eyed the Dusk.

She side-eyed them, too. It was only natural, but so far she didn't have any unpleasant feelings around their hosts. Then again, it was not like she purposely sought them out to feel anything other than lukewarm pleasantries when in passing. Everything was just so... wrong around here & she couldn't put a finger on it.

The drawing room was pretty - very autumn inspired, which only showed how much their hosts cared about their comfort... or how well they spied on them.

Lips pursed in thought, Ara turned to her cousin, the High Lord, & squinted.

"They have a rather impressive library & I wonder if their archives are as glorious as they say. Do you think they'd grant my request to visit, or would it wage a war between us?" she asked.

[stxrslisten]

Suho gives a short shrug, "i would never doubt the kraken, the sea is a bast place we know very little of after all, and the summer court who does hold most of its secrets will never share them with us," alina was his friend but even he knew his limitations. his own blood chills at the thought of how autumn would fare without them, how they would have fare if they were forced to remain in dusk, force to call it home. "i do not know, ara." he says with shame in his voice, for he could not guarantee they would return home as much as he wished he could, their days were uncertain at best. "i can only hope we will return," for he could not even bring himself to pray.

ARA chuckled at his words, then lightly shrugged. "Hey, we all confidently ignored this court, yet here we are. Though, I do agree about the Kraken. Who knows, maybe they're lurking somewhere in these seas, as well."

She softly sighed, falling serious once more, & nodded. Indeed, it was all wishful thinking at this point. Still, she had to ask ; "You don't think we're suck here forever, do you? I hate to even consider what would happen to Autumn if we're gone for too long..."

[sparkledcrowns]

☆ﾟ*·ﾟ IN ALL HONESTY, a bookstore wasn't a place that nik would regularly find himself and he couldn't tell you why he thought this was a good idea. because truthfully, he wasn't sure he could properly read. but he wasn't going to tell anyone this. it wasn't that he didn't know the words, because he did, but it was more that pronouncing them was a little bit more difficult. he knew what a lot of the food words were, for the most part, but he didn't want anyone to know. and most of the time, he'd make up his own titles for things to make it sound fancy, just so no one would really know that he didn't know. and yet, he found himself in a book shop, mostly looking for new recipes, because he could always use inspiration.

as he looked through the titles of the books, he whispered to himself, trying to find the right vibe. he heard someone next to him and couldn't help but chuckle. the shop keeper had done a similar thing to him earlier. "i've found that if you turn your back to her and pretend like you're talking she can't see what you're doing," nik explained, having grabbed a cookbook, starting to flip thorugh it. his body was turned from the shop keeper, actively trying to look like he was deep in conversation. "eww, i don't like this one. it has kwin-oah and that stuff is not good."

nik put the book back, looking for another one. "most books do, don't they? i don't read much," he admitted softly.

location: dusk court. bookshop. time: early afternoon. status: open to all.

ARA has been on the hunt. For books, that is. She wasn't the one to deal with all the blood & everything else an actual hunt required, but how else would one call an - almost - frenzied search for new novels, dramas, epics &, dare she admit, romances. The upside of being a creture filled with magic was that there was always a way for her to transport the mountain of books she'd undoubtedly purchase, withough having to actually heave all that pile up the stairs herself.

that, or she'll find some poor sucker - she mean's helper - to lend a hand or a tendron of power.

Strolling down the seemingly endless isles of bookshelves & bookstands, Ara found herself in personal Heaven - if one believed in such things. She only hoped The Mother had romance novel & pretty fiction involving something obscure & terrifying called 'a train'. Whatever was a steam engine? Who in their minds came up with something like that? It was so fantastical, but perhaps the Day fae with their tinkering could do something like that. The author of that particular genre was Day fae, after all.

The only downside to this library? It was no-seater. She couldn't just pick a book up like in a library or book-café she visited back home, she barely had the time to flip through a few pages before the shop keeper would side eye her.

"This is ridiculous." she muttered beneath her breath, "How can I know if I like it, if I can't see what is it about? I don't have seer powers." she huffed & put the book back on it's stand.

"I strongly believe books should have a summary written on them somewhere, like we do back home."

[stxrslisten]

Suho tilts his head to the side, clearly amused by the imagination of the younger ashway. "while i would confidently rule out the existence of another hidden court, i would never doubt the existence of a kraken." suho wiggles his eyebrows for emphasis, there was no proof of it being a real creature, but there was no evidence otherwise either. suho sighs with tiredness that could touch anyone's soul. "i truly wish i had an answer for you, ara, but i do not. it is all a gamble and wishful thinking at this point," something he had come to accept as of late.

IT WAS good to be optimistic. She may not have been a commander of her cousin's armies, or even a spymaster, or anything else of much greatness, but as a scholar it was her job, nay her calling, to find threats or potential problems where there were currently none - or minimal.

"I hope you're right, cousin. The last think we now need is a random aquatic court, say, the Abyss court, riding up on a kraken. Though, it would be a fun sight, I admit." Ara mused, but then asked with a soft sigh ;

"So, what's the hunch? How long will we be isolated in here?"

[stxrslisten]

He would always appreciate the smiles in the faces of his family, it was the reward in life he truly cared for. "considering the myths and legends of the dusk court were unconfirmed tales lost in time and narration and adding to that the fact that there is no other court whispered about in children tales, i would dare bet this is indeed an isolated incident." he says with confidence, or was it wishful thinking? he could not handle a repeat of what they were living, in fact he didn't even want to deal with the present, he was simply forced to.

CHUCKLING, Ara throws her cousin an amused glare. Yes, teasing family members was enjoyable - how many times she's spent annoying her younger relatives to death & yet they'd still tolerate her little quirks & a very odd sense of humour.

"Some dangers come with the position." she lightly shrugs. "I am no seer, but the appearance of one elusive court has to raise questions about whether or not they're an isolated case, or we'll have more odd faelings strutting into our territories." the scholar mused.

Her cousins' words brought a mischievous grin on her face, but she refrained from commenting, instead mimicking locking her lips with her fingers.

[stxrslisten]

Suho laughs, clearly amused by her words. "that's only a myth, dearest cousin, do not think too hard on it. although wars are started for far less, and if this is to break hell well i think it will be for no good reason and tension alone, not because you wish to read some old parchments." he teases some more. "now that i can see them having a problem with, in fact i have a problem with it, curiosity is a good thing, but not in this case. personally i have no interest in their dark mother, or our mother or their wars, only how to return home and leave them all behind." he had not asked many questions about their dark mother, but he wasn't sure they would just hand all her secrets to them, in fact the opposite. "no, but i have not gone looking for much either. the flying lizards are a bit dramatic for my taste," said the man that could transform into a mythical fox of multiple tails.

ARA tsked & waved her hand dismissively. Working was never an issue with her - if anything, it diverted her thoughts & kept her occupied - but she doubted the hosts would be inclined to open that particular door & let their secrets flow to the rest of the courts.

"Perhaps. But, wars were started for less. A pretty girl, for one. I can't imagine anyone waging a war over someone just because they're pretty & yet... it has happened once, so very long ago. Going to war over some dusty old parchment sounds so anticlimactic in comparison." she spoke, more to herself than her cousin, the retorted;

"I've seen the open part of their library. There are some interesting texts in the ancient language, but I'd like to know more about this so called Dark Mother of theirs. Sounds very ominous & I wouldn't be surprised if it truly was as dark as it sounds."

"Did you find anything of interest here? I find their dragons to be the most exciting thing & even that has turned into an old news lately."

[stxrslisten]

Suho held a parchment in his hands reading over it as if the answers of life were on it, he was aware he was not alone but in presence of family he felt comfortable enough to allow the silence to flow around them comfortably. although he felt her stare on him before she spoke, slowly lowering the paper and setting it aside as he eyes focused on his cousin, an amused smile on his lips before he replied. "wars are yet to be started over a library, you could start with the area that is open to everyone, if that doesn't satisfy your curiosity i could ask the scholar to take you with them on their next session, although you will have to work for them to gain the access." nothing came free, not even for his own blood, it had always been his policy.

location: dusk court, the drawing room of the autumn court quarters. time: after dinner. with: @stxrslisten & suho ashway.

SHE was beginning to wonder when would they all return home. As fun as it was to be in a - previously unknown - court, Ara was starting to feel a little... caged. It's not that the new hosts were limiting her liberty in any way or shape - especially now with her powers back in her veins - it's just that she was tired of the politeness & the way everyone side-eyed the Dusk.

She side-eyed them, too. It was only natural, but so far she didn't have any unpleasant feelings around their hosts. Then again, it was not like she purposely sought them out to feel anything other than lukewarm pleasantries when in passing. Everything was just so... wrong around here & she couldn't put a finger on it.

The drawing room was pretty - very autumn inspired, which only showed how much their hosts cared about their comfort... or how well they spied on them.

Lips pursed in thought, Ara turned to her cousin, the High Lord, & squinted.

"They have a rather impressive library & I wonder if their archives are as glorious as they say. Do you think they'd grant my request to visit, or would it wage a war between us?" she asked.