#guest muse: opettaja Sydän

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📚🩰☁️ + you have to be stuck in a room with one of pilvi's other binds for 24 hours. who do you pick?

the catch is that you can't pick your brother.

"That's easy. Palo."

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⋯✧・♪♫♪・✧⋯ Sydän frowns as deeply at his and Aqua's words. He keeps saying later or tonight and that absolutely won't do. He didn't do all this so that he could go back out there tonight to risk his life on uncertainty. It would be better if they all rested and then the two of them went out tomorrow.

Together.

Certainly things would prove more effective if they had both blue and orange to play with.

Still he's doing his best to uncap the orange bottle he keeps in his pocket and let it's contents fall into his hand. He'd been ... Sparing with them, or at least he tried to be. He knew this day was coming but he didn't think it was going to make his heart race quite so bad.

Even hands under the table so they can't see the horror show playing out before citrine eyes, he tries to keep his cool anyway when the very last pill that lives in that container falls into his hand.

It's the last one.

He's tried to drag it out for as long as possible but today's the day and there's nothing they can do about it. Even if he hacked his dosages to a quarter of what they should have been or more... He hasn't been off his medication since he was.... A child.... He's forty five now. It's been ... So long he can't remember when he started...

And now in his hand he holds ... The very last one. What was he supposed to do now?

So it's hard when he pulls his hands back up above the table so they both can see the single white circle setting in his hand as tears roll down his cheeks. He's crying and doesn't know why. It's a multitude of reasons.

Stress, fear, anxiety. Guilt. Ooh guilt is a big one and he is suddenly full of the emotion as if he didn't try hard enough to keep it all together. He has no idea the man he's about to become but he knows without at least this one of his many medications he was at least tolerable to be around.

"I'm sorry." He sounds with guilt lacing his tears. "I'm sorry this is my fault."

If he hadn't lost his damn mind when Usva died and if he'd only stayed put then they would all still be together and Sielu and Sydän wouldn't have had to chase him and if they didn't get swept up by the gales then - then they wouldn't be stuck in this hell.

"I'm sorry." He sounds again as the tears fill his voice like an overflowing river. "It's the last one."

His mind is warring because he doesn't want to take it if it's the last one but then again he doesn't know when the next time they'll have a full meal like this so he needs to take it now while he still has food in his stomach.

"It's the last one."

And his voice cracks as his hand clos s around the pill and tears fall into the half eaten bowl of soup before him.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I - I - I'm going to be terrible."

He doesn't remember the kind of person he is without them but he knows what he feels like when he doesn't take them and he knows what he's felt like recent with only taken a quarter of the proper dose.

"We wouldn't be in this mess if it wasn't for me. We could be home. You could be home and with Pilvi and Revon and Isoveli. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. You're stuck in hell and it's all my fault."

It takes everything in him as hands tremble to force himself to take that last sacred piece of medication. The last of his mood stabilizers. Everything else is long since gone. Pain medication used up quickly with the injuries he obtained from the fall. He'd split the mood stabilizers he was taking to be one at a time instead of two kinds at once like he should have... But this is marks the true end of everything.

True withdrawal starts tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

They have survived another day in this hell and somehow they needed to get their hands on whatever this 'gil' was. They needed to do whatever it took to survive. He had a few kolilkko on him and maybe they could trade them for something. Maybe Kartal would leave them alone for some of them?

They needed to figure it out tomorrow and he didn't want any of them to leave tonight. He needed to keep everyone in his sight. While he's still himself.

He can't promise he'll be the same man in coming weeks.

"Please don't go out." He nearly begs. "Not again. Not tonight. We can go out together tomorrow."

And he doesn't have it in himself to look either of them in the eye as he sobs. Sydän exhales deeply so the room fills with a much mist as she can manage. It's as thick as it usually would be but it's better than nothing. It's also not going to stop what's about to happen. It can't take his medical aliments away and it can't make his chest stop hurting or his mood stay level.

All he can do is set there and cry while he attempts to continue to eat with a right arm that can't stop shaking.

He can't look up from the soup before him.

Don't beat yourself up, Aqua.

It's much too late for that. Even if neither of them can see his failures, he can only sit and stare at the pile laid out. Sitriini shouldn't be cleaning. He should be resting, and yet -

"I'll go out later," he mumbles, because soup isn't really much of a meal.

He just needs to try until he truly can't. Not until he just wants to lay down, but until he can hardly move. Besides, there's a chance that his co-binds are out there too.

Out there and maybe even doing better. He knows Revon won't let Pilvi stay in total squalor or misery.

He hopes Revon stayed with him. Revon is the only one really geared to protect him in this hell, but then again it'd be just as good if Aurinko or Taivas were with him too - hell, even some of the other guards or palace workers.

Somebody, just so he's not out there all alone. He's only seventeen. He can't be out there all alone.

Resting now feels like giving up. The only reason he bothers with the soup is because he knows Sydän won't ever let him hear the end of it if he doesn't eat it.

At least if Sitriini helped with it, he can be confident it doesn't have any flesh in the recipe. Apparently people eat other creatures here.

Worse yet, he's heard some rumors that they eat eggs.

He swears to himself he won't stoop to that sort of indecency. Never.

"I mean... I guess can trade work tonight, if she's back. Instead of going out. Kartal has hated us since we got here. Maybe 'cause they take some sort of weird currency. I don't know. I've yet to see it for myself. I don't even know what it is. They call it 'gil' in town. I can't get my hands on it."

Maybe that's his next mission. Find some money so the man will shut up.

"Maybe there's a bank or something and I can exchange a few coins. I've just got to figure out how the hell to speak the language and that's a lot harder without Valo... even if he'd make it hell."

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📚🩰☁️ + do you ALSO make otter sounds or is it just your brother that's... Like That

"Sielu is largely just..like that. He just makes noises. He has our whole lives. He makes them more to certain people. Like me, our parents, isoveli or Sinfonia. The people he feels safe with. He'll make them to our co-binds too.

He's always been noises over full on speaking since we were born but it doesn't mean he can't call your ear off. He just needs to be on a certain subject and with a certain person. Ask him to tell you all of Sinfonia's "pleasant orange features" and then expect there to be a while."

She pauses with a small laugh.

"But I make noises to. All Mistericans do. I am much the same in the aspect of with certain people and over certain things. I am much more reserved about it than he is, but we've always been opposites. It's just how we are."

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📚🩰☁️ + Do you also have an issue with your parents' refusal to see past Pilvi's titles and prophecies, or is that exclusive to your brother? Has teaching the prince made you feel differently about anyone in your family (including yourself)?

"Mom and Dad aren't as open about it as Sielu and I are but we literally see this kid every day, so he's not just the child of white to us. Our whole religion is built around this and I can't completely blame them for struggling to see past the titles. Doesn't mean I like it though. He's more than that and I wish they'd see that. Pilvi is a really great kid and he's got so much more going on for him than just whatever the prophecy says. I wouldn't say I feel differently about my family, but I would say that if they'd just meet him - I'm sure they'd change their minds."

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📚🩰 + Night

Word Association || Accepting

" äiti "

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📚🩰 + what's something that's guaranteed to make you angry?

"You want to know how to make me angry? I mean - I'll tell you but it's pretty obvious and cross me and you'll pay for it. You see that goofy lookin' blue thing over there acting like a clown with Sinfonia?" She says making a motion to her very blue twin brother.

"Fuck with him and I'll wreck your fucking life. That's my pikkuveli and only me n' Vihr have the rights to mess with him. Sielu can hold his own but you want a fast way to piss me off? Fuck with my family and see what it earns you. I might be a dancer but I'm also not someone you want to piss off. Be nice to my brother or else."

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Would you rather... || Accepting

@dont-call-me-a-lyre asked:

📚🩰☁️ + would you rather be forced to wear uncomfortable (wet) socks for 24 hours or be forced to sit completely & totally still through a really boring 5 hour meeting?

"Socks." There isn't even an ounce of hesitation in her voice. There was no thought, it was said rapid fire. "Can't set still. I'd die."

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@dont-call-me-a-lyre asked:

📚🩰☁️ + how do you feel about comparisons – specifically of yourself and others?

·:¨༺ ✩★✩ ༻¨:·. "Don't." She states plainly with a smile stretched out on her lips.

"I know this is about me and Sielu and I don't care for it. Just because we're twins everyone sees to it, to compare us constantly. We have the same face and the same mist. We're in sync and I know my brother better than anyone but we are two different people. He's like my other half, but we still can be very different.

He's a clown but in that make people feel better sort of way. I'm more serious and calculated where Sielu loves to just ride the breeze without a care in the world. He operates on emotion more than I do, and there's nothing wrong with that - it's just what makes us who we are. I couldn't play that cello to make anything sound like music to save my life but he would trip over his own feet if you asked him to dance. Really, he's actually not that bad at dancing, he'd be fine if he practiced but it's just not where his passion lies and that's okay.

It's just like all this comparison we have to shut down on the daily between Usva and Pilvi. They are different yes, but that doesn't make either one of them bad. It's causing far too many fights between the little guys and it's exhausting. I can only imagine how exhausting it is for them if it's exhausting for us. They're just kids. Royal kids, but kids nonetheless.

So maybe instead of wasting your time comparing people to each other, learn to value them for who they are and what they bring to the table. After all, all of us have the ability to pluck our mist but not all of us can do it and that's okay. All Mist's vibrations are different because no two colors are ever exactly the same and we need to value that."

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⋯✧・♪♫♪・✧⋯ He can only raise from the couch so quickly before he wobbles and Sydän is moving to stop him from going back down.

"Mask off." she commands watching as the musician obeys and she blows a thin stream of purple directly in his face. It's all he can do to breathe it in, her hand gripping his as the other moves to reach for her brother so she can ground the both of them at the same time he can only assume.

He doesnt want to pull his mask back on but he's doing it anyway and he can hear the clicking sound of Taivas typing on his phone. An order to Tuulta to escort them about the palace if he had to guess. If they were safe in anyone's care right now it'd be his. That or it's an order to stop Syksy from going anywhere done as discreetly as possible and he knows full well that Kummisetä has been practically chomping at the bit to get his hands on whoever had been giving him trouble all these years.

They're going back to his room. Back so he can get a small bag to pack a week's worth of clothing and medication since he's going to be gone from the palace for the longest time in his life. He's never been gone for longer than a few days and that's as back during the days of his performances so many many moons ago.

"It's not too far, is it?" He asks as he slings the bag over his shoulder and across his chest while he follows the pair out of the palace.

"I don't think it is but it might be for you." Comes a comment from the purple sibling as the pair of them lead the way.

"So knowing that." She pauses to put the elder's hand firmly within the grip of her brother's. "Don't let go of him, okei? If you start getting tired you have to tell us. We'll get you there safe."

He can only nod as he's lead, lacing his fingers into the younger musician's as they leave the palace and it's so strange to leave it behind. It's so strange to step out of it knowing he isn't going to come back to it for at least a week. He's never been away from home for so long in his entire life. Not even once.

And they aren't kidding when they said it's a long flight. He finds himself drooping a little the longer it goes on. He must have been bobbing in the air because he starts the flight with Sielu's hand in his left and ends it with Sydän's in his right. He feels like he could crash at any moment but there's no time for that when he needs to make an✨ impression✨.

They say first impressions are everything, so he can only hope this goes well. The elder sibling is pushing the door open as she leads them inside this quaint little abode and announces her presence.

"Mom!" She sounds loudly. "Dad!" Her hand is raising up by her mouth as she speaks as if to project her voice further but he doesn't know how that's needed in a place so small.

"We're home and we brought a guest. Don't freak out, they both look like shit but I promise we can explain."

His face still feels hot and his body still aches from the force of the explosion only a moment ago, but Sydän next to him gives him somewhere else to put his frustration. She always does, being the only one in the universe who knows what tune his heart is singing at any given moment.

It must be so lonely not to have a twin and that thought has him a new kind of angry on Sinfonia's behalf. He's had no one to run to, no one to calm him down - he has been oh so very alone in all of this. More alone than anyone in the palace.

"We'll keep him," he replies. "We'll take care of him since his co-binds won't." A pause. "Vuorovesi and Safiirin might but beyond that they're all shit."

That, too, has to contribute. He can't imagine a situation where Valo would isolate him or where Aamunkoitto would play him like a violin or where Palo would ever dare put his health in jeapordy. He can't see any of them doing anything to hurt him or anyone else for that matter.

Tuulta had been right to be pissed all those years ago. Liekki is a fucking monster and he wishes everyone would have listened to the medic sooner regarding it.

"... Anyway. We'll get him patched up and back to his usual awkward self in no time. Plus he'd do well at home. Our parents are introverts. Gives him somewhere nice and quiet to rest... C'mon, Sinfonia. Before it gets dark."

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Misterica - Land of Mist || Always Accepting

Anonymous asked: 📚☀️☁️ + What made you fond of those twins you keep so close, anyway? They seem like the type of people you'd scold for a lack of discipline and try to avoid... and their Mist is nowhere even close in color to yours. How do their antics not get on your last nerve? Shouldn't they be working instead of slacking off? They're supposed to teach the prince, but are they even doing that? Why would you ever tolerate their behavior?

·:¨༺ ✩★✩ ༻¨:·. "For starters, you're getting on my last nerve faster than either of those two do. Also their names are Sielu and Sydän, not 'those twins'. Being twins doesn't sum up their entire reason for being. They're twins but they're entirely different people with different personalities, so I suggest you respect this.

As for slacking off, they hardly do either. Both of them are some of the hardest working Mistericans in their fields I have ever met. Do you think they became experts at their crafts over night? Obviously you know nothing of the arts.

So for your information if you must know, I tolerate their behaviors because they are both literal geniuses in the arts they profess in. They are teaching the prince and masterfully I might add. Prince Pilvi is becoming single-handedly the most talented musician and dancer, Misterica has ever seen and they're to thank for it.

There's more to life than your human based academics. The sheer arrogance ... I swear."

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📚🎼 what's the hardest thing you've had to do so far in your life?

Sound of the Symphony || Accepting

"Leave him. I thought I was going die. I thought it was my time to fade. I was ready. Broken arm and barely holding myself together I was ready to return to the heavens to my father before me - and I would have done it if it meant keeping Sielu and Sydän alive. They needed time to get away and I was going to give it to them with every ounce of life I had left as the seconds ticked down to nothing.

I heard him scream. I heard him begging. I heard him crying. I heard him fighting Sydän and I know first hand how strong he is. I didn't want to leave his side. I didn't want to let go, but it was either I die or we all died so I - I couldn't let them see me fade. I didn't want him to see me fade. He'd already - they already lost their parents.

After everything we'd been through - I knew they would figure it out without me. It was my life or theirs and I - even knowing what I know now - I would still choose them every time. I love him, I'd do anything for Sielu."

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Honest Answers || Accepting (all muses)

Anonymous asked:

⚡️+📚🎼 What are you currently most afraid of?

⋯✧・♪♫♪・✧⋯ It's not a question he wants to answer but those aren't the rules of the game. He has to answer and he hates it. What's he afraid of right now? Lots of things. Losing Sielu. Fading before him. Someone getting hurt. Pilvi being alone. Voltaire. Even if he's got his own claws in on that beast, Voltaire still sits at the top of the fucking list.

He can still remember the day they met. He'd gone out with Sielu and they had gotten good at stealing what they didn't have the money to buy. Their mist is a dangerous combination when they don't have to worry about casting it on each other. What is a poor soul supposed to do when Sielu can slow them down to a near halt and whatever screaming their victim should be doing was stripped away by his own breath?

They were unstoppable.... or ... so they thought. They thought until heavy footsteps that shook the ground thudded into the bazaar and an even deeper sounding voice echoed "Hello Boys" A voice echoed when his own mist was covering the expanse of the area. It shouldn't have been possible but here this thing with the fact of a lizard or a dragon was looking down at them while it took in their mist through deep heavy deliberate breaths.

He can remember because he can remember what it felt like to be unable to move so clearly in his mind. There were a bunch of words said he couldn't understand at the time but he soon would learn in coming months just exactly what that beast's intentions were. He can remember Sielu putting his hand into his own and pulling at him as hard as he could. Pulling so hard until he yanked him out of his trance and forced him to run.

What else were they supposed to do? They didn't know what else to do at the time. All they could do was run like two frightened mice caught by the biggest cat they'd ever seen and that was exactly what they did. They ran. Ran until they were pulled into a building unexpectedly and promptly told to shut the fuck up and stay silent.

They had to stay there for hours until the sun fell and rose again. No way to get back to Sydän to tell her what happened until the following morning. The feeling of the fear coursing through his veins that day has never left him. Even when they learned that beast's name. Even when they found out what that beast was. Even after every single time that fucking thing found them and ultimately chased them out of town.

Even after they fought. Even after Voltaire nearly killed him. Even after he managed to take the beast's eye as penance for that. Even when he would run into the beast after losing Sielu...and Sydän. Even after all of it - what shakes him now is that beast tracking him back to everyone else.

To Sielu and Valo and Aamunkoitto and Revon and... Pilvi.

He doesn't want that monster anywhere near his family. His husband and his nephew and all the rest.... Fucking Mist Eaters.

Bahamut had to be the devil for ever creating such a thing. They all can burn for all he cares. Never could he imagine the concept of a Soil Soul so vile. Fucking Mist Eaters.

That monster has nearly made a meal of him too many times to count and he swears on his life, he'll never give it the chance to ever do so again.

"Nothing I can't handle, so don't you worry your pretty little head over it, Stranger."

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.·:¨༺ ✩★✩ ༻¨:·. She never likes the days when they get summoned by one very orange man out of no where because when he does ask for them directly it's normally never good - and it's not that he wants to start shit or cause problems or pick a petty argument - not anymore. It's normally because he's had a medical collapse or he's some how ended up a mess of himself again in ways that scream that someone put their hands on him.

No one should ever be putting their hands on him, even if he does have the potential to be a prick. Finding out such a thing was jarring though. Beneath the façade of bitter words and sharp remarks was an anxious mess of a man whose shyness was off the charts.

Never has she met a performer so shy.

Regardless, Sielu's phone sounds and "uh oh." Falls from his lips as his hand comes down on her wrist to pull her. First they're checking his bedroom and finding no one present within. It's past seven, almost eight and that is quite frankly off his schedule. That's where he would normally be. So where is he?

Sielu isn't taking the time to ponder as he rushes out of the musician's room and down the hall towards his classroom and to her horror there he lay. Bloody and unconscious, with his knuckles busted open and a nasty black eye forming on his face. He's shaking and she can only imagine what sort of messed up trauma his body is experiencing to cause that.

Again Sielu is wasting no time to step over the scattered books and broken glass to lift his bond from the floor and bring him out into the hall. He's settled down with him propped up in his arms while he scrambles for his phone. All she can do is reach around the back of the man of silence's head to find the buttons that force release his mask to reveal the lower half of face not looking much better.

A deep exhale and she's blowing as much purple mist into his face as possible. She'll make it call he can breathe if she needs to.

"Just keep breathing Sinfonia. I swear to fuck if you fade. Keep breathing, we'll get Palo here soon."

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Her phone is ringing off the damn hook and it normally doesn't just after dinner time - it's almost eight who needs her attention that badly?

The caller ID on her phone reads:

[ 🎶 🔘]

That's strange she was sure they went home by now and it would be much too dark to fly at this hour.

"Hei, what's up?"

She sounds with concern in her tone.

"Someone's not faded, are they?"

It's such an odd text to receive so late at night.

7:49, and his feet had just crossed the exit when the alert chimed.

7:49 and Sitriini is asking for help.

"Uh-oh," he mumbles. "Come on." Without further explanation, he's grabbing Sydän's wrist and turning back to scramble down the hall.

Is it another illness incident? He'd come way too fucking close the last time - is this like then?

It can't be. He'd been fine just today at midday meal. He'd been fine in the hall too. He'd been fine.

No one gets sick that fast, right? Not to that extent.

But then again, it had been green Mist the last time as the culprit, and that's known to kill quickly.

He's as fast as lightning to get to the man's bedroom.

No one there.

Must be his classroom then.

He's even faster rushing there because he's wasted precious seconds going to the wrong place first.

The cellist doesn't bother with knocking, instead choosing to shove open the door. It looks straight out of a horror show, with broken things and books strewn about chaotically and one collapsed orange musician as the fucked-up trembling centerpiece.

"Shit."

He's careful when he lifts the man into his arms, stepping over all the mess just to have him out in the hall.

"Uh- You blow in his face. I'll..."

He can't leave him, even if it is with Sydän because Sydän is not the one he asked for help.

"I'll call Palo."

There. That's a good solution, right?

And surely, she'll pick up at this hour. There's no way she's with Pilvi and he hasn't heard any explosions since well before dinner.

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Would you rather... || Accepting

@dont-call-me-a-lyre asked:

📚☀️☁️ + would you rather have to take on sielu or sydän in a fistfight? one is really strong and the other is extremely fast/agile. i'm sure you can figure out which you're statistically more likely to win though, right math man? what do you choose?

"While I could set here and ramble about statistics with you all night, the answer to this not question has a much simpler answer than you're giving them credit for. I would rather worry about factors over statistics and the fact of the matter is sydän is the only answer here. Sielu bites."

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Interaction Guide for all the OCs / Guest Muses on this blog:

My Misterican OCs have Emojis attached to them (And Cid) and you are allowed to send ANY MEME + that emoji to get that OC (or Cid) to respond instead of Kumo. You can also just send Cid / The Mistericans general questions / asks if you want using those same emojis!

So just to give a list:

My Library of Memes is Here.

🛠️ + " meme text , question, or emoji here" = Cid

🌌 + = Earl Tyrant (Chaos)

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The Royal Family:

☁️☀️ + = Lord Aurinko (Kumo's Dad)

☁️🌙 + = Lady Kuu (Kumo's Mom)

☁️🌫️ + = Akai Kiri / Madoushi / Usva (Kumo's older brother)

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The Royal Advisors:

☁️🔥+ = Palava Tuli (Music / Festival Advisor || Sinfonia's Mother )

☁️❤️‍🔥+ = Välkkyvä Hiillos (Dance / Festival Advisor || Tuli's Brother)

☁️⚕️+ = Vaaleanpunainen Leimahdus (Head Medical Advisor)

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Opettaja (O-Pet-TAH-ya) means teacher

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Pilvi's (Kumo's) Teachers:

📚🌙☁️ + = Opettaja Palo (Science/ Medical)

📚☀️☁️ + = Opettaja Aamunkoitto (Government / Math) // 📚☀️+ = Wonderland

📚✨☁️ + =Opettaja Valo (Language / History) // 📚✨ + = Wonderland

📚🩰☁️+ = Opettaja Sydän (Dance) // 📚🩰 + = Wonderland

📚🎨☁️ + = Opettaja Kukka (Art)

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Usva's (Kiri's) Teachers:

📚🎼☁️ + Opettaja Sinfonia (Music) // 📚🎼 + = Wonderland

📚 💃☁️ + Opettaja Vuorovesi (Dance)

📚⚕️☁️ + Opettaja Liekki ( Math and Medical)

📚 🍂☁️ + Opettaja Syksy (Government and History)

📚🧪☁️ + Opettaja Timantti ( Science and Language)

The Royal Knights:

✨☁️ + = Revon (Kumo's bodyguard ) // ✨ + = Wonderland

🌊 ☁️ + = Safiirin (Kiri's Bodyguard)

🔷 ☁️ = Taivas (Aurinko's bodyguard; head of the Knights)

The Church:

✝️☁️+ = Piipsa Sumu (Piipsa means Bishop; he's the leader of the church) ✝️✨☁️+ = Arkkipiipsa Kultaa (Archbishop; second in command) ✝️ 🌠☁️ + = Arkkipiipsa Kupari (Archbishop; second in command)

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⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Opettaja's mother seems nice too. Tea and muffins fresh from the oven and they smell heavenly. Whatever kind she made has to be wonderful if the cookies that have made their way over the the palace for all these years are any indication. The prince's mask floods back to reveal the lower half of his face and his youth with it. It's a half smile and a half nervous frown that lingers on his lips and a small sigh lets white mist puff from them and roll into the space for all to see.

"Kiitos." He sounds as he lifts a fragile tea cup from the table just in front of them so he can take a small sip. "This is lovely. Kiitos, we are the ones showing up unannounced so early in the morning."

The prince's manners never fade as he takes a short moment to simply savor the tea while his guard surprisingly follows suit even if only for a few seconds.

Tea cup placed back down on the table, the prince moves on towards the muffins and they are a perfect toasty sensation in his hands. Perfectly warm without burning and he sighs happily once he takes a bite.

"They are as wonderful as your cookies." He comments as he continues to much happily.

"What do you MEAN they aren't here?!" The heart bellows as violet eyes narrow down on that of mint and hot pink. Her gaze jerks as it shifts over to that of the night's sky and the other woman holds her hands up to the sides as if to shrug the entire situation off.

"We mean they ain't here Sy'. So just breathe deep and like do some yoga 'er some shit. Think of it like a free vacation day 'er somethin'."

"We don't GET vacation days, Palo! His Highness is out in the kingdom and the only guardian with him is my moron of a brother!"

"Really Sydän, it's not as bad as that sounds." The historian comments in a soft tone the moment he feels he can slide something in.

"Precisely." The dawn interjects. "Revon is with them, so there's no cause for alarm."

There is a deep breath drawn in through the woman's mask and then exhaled again just as deeply. Her eyes close as she repeats the motion a few more times before she thinks again.

"I don't think any of you understand the problem here. You all let Sielu take Pilvi into the kingdom with no one else to watch him but that chucklehead and Revon. Pilvi, who has made an Oath to his people and cannot say the word 'no' to save his life. Do you even know where they were going?"

There is a long silence drawn out between the three elder Mistericans before they sigh again in unison.

"Something about a hands on lesson." The evening comments.

"Really Sielu didn't say." Comes the dawn.

"He just said they were required to be back by sun down." The star adds finally.

To which violet eyes are glaring again and arms are crossed over the woman's shoulders as she groans.

"He played you." It's a factual half growl. "This is what he does. He tells you what you want to hear and then does whatever he wants. He played you and he is probably out there with the prince causing whatever havoc he so desires. This is a disaster!"

"Oho, you're right, highness these are quite nice." Comes the sound from the elder Misterican who has taken a moment to partake in the offerings. He's quick however to drink his tea and eat the muffin he's acquired so he can replace his mask just as fast as possible. Part of it feels rude to do so but then again he's sure they understand.

The boy of white has calmed a little however as he continues to munch happily. Just as lovely as the cookies that always seem to appear in the palace from time to time and when they do his day is always better than it was.

"Truly though." He starts. "These are as lovely as your cookies and I wanted - " His head drops shyly again as his hands fold in his lap. "- I wanted to - to thank you for them. I am - Father and I are quite fond of them so I wanted to thank you for always sending them for us. He cannot be here to do so but I know he feels the same. They're our favorite."

If there were ever a more nervous mess on his couch, Sade can't recall.

He can feel his heart sink in his chest a little as the prince explains that he just wanted to see the fountain, and it crashes much lower when Revon explains that the poor boy was surrounded to the point of panic. His eyes soften into deep sympathy.

A crowd would be his own personal worst nightmare.

"I can't blame you for being overwhelmed... or shy. It's not a problem, Your Highness. And..."

Of course Sielu would choose this way to do things and skip breakfast entirely. A heavy, not-quite-exasperated sigh escapes the rain as he glances towards his son.

"Sounds like a Sielu thing to do... I'll go check on breakfast for you."

He disappears into the kitchen, choosing not to make any commentary when he gets there. Five and seven horns respectively mean everything he says will be heard, and he would rather melt into the floorboards than make the prince any more uncomfortable than he already is.

Siipi is pulling the water for tea when he enters, and she nearly spills the steaming contents onto him when she turns due to him reaching to hug her like always.

Both of them freeze for a moment, but he's the first not to be tense anymore.

"Hei. It's alright," he assures, taking the kettle from her hands. He doesn't miss the slight tremble in them. "How is breakfast going?"

"Done on the counter. Sielu really brought them," she says, tossing his plan out within the moment he'd thought it up, though he knows it's only nerves. "Didn't tell us. I could've asked them what kind of muffins if I'd known- it's the Prince, what if he doesn't like them?"

"Then Sielu and I happily eat all of these and we make a different kind. But... honestly, when have you ever made bad muffins?" He floats around her, barely resisting the urge to shove one of them into his mouth while he grabs the teacups with his free hand. "And he's acting like a normal teenager, so maybe we should've listened a little better to our kids."

"And where is our other kid?"

"Uninformed and at the palace, if Sielu's being honest. Here, grab the tray of muffins. They're not going to do any good just sitting there, right?"

"What if she didn't make it there?" she questions, taking up the tray even through the worries.

"Sielu would be in hysterics rather than joking around. She's fine. Come on."

They both re-enter the living room, the tray placed next to the tea and the cups. Sielu is quick to reach for a muffin, eyes lit up with pure childlike joy, but it's short-lived and followed by a whine of protest once Siipi lightly bats his hand away.

"You're going to burn your fingers," she scolds.

"But-"

"But nothing. Let them cool."

It sends his son into a firm (but still playful) pout as he leans back into the couch and draws his mask. Siipi clears her throat, turning to address the Prince and Revon with the slightest apologetic bow of her head.

"Päivä tervehtii, I'm sorry it took this long. Those are still a bit hot, but the tea should be cooled off. I hope it's good - is there anything else I can get for you?" she asks.

"A muffin... perhaps... please?" Sielu reaches again, only halfway. The glare he receives makes him flop backwards again, leaving all three of the home's residents waiting for an answer from their guests.