#new worlds ateraan

[cathcacen]

Darci turns to Ithaera and says, "I heard if you shake Ithaera too hard baby wombats fall out of her pockets."

Ithaera lets out a loud screech of laughter.

<Merchant> Ithaera laughs so hard she has to clutch her belly, barely able to get out the words. "Oh, gods! This rumour!" Rhialla <Merchant> What is it? <Merchant> Neina perks up "Do tell?" <Merchant> Ithaera laughs and sobs and laughs. "I heard if you shake Ithaera too hard baby wombats fall out of her pockets." <Merchant> Aleira giggles

Secretly: Neina dies laughing To Neina, you send secretly: Ithaera is also about dead.

Ithaera <Merchant> This is my FAVOURITE rumour about me ever.

[phylophe]

Finally filled this in! Started this in December last year... persisted through thesis hell and finished it over time! 

Maybe I’ll write a bit on each OC later. The black borders separate each group of OCs according into different universes.

Original meme by nekokyuuketsuki, cross-posted to DeviantArt. 

[putai]

what muds were/are your favorites?

Damn how do you know I like MUDs? That's kinda wild. New Worlds Ateraan and Aardwolf are definitely my favorites tho

[dailyhitofdahlias]

Oook. So my Feline character in Ateraan is a merchant. Part of their job is designing clothes for folks, sooo... here is a sunflower dress / set that she made for a Nymph (hence the fairy-like wings) friend (her first customer!) who has a penchant for wearing dresses that look like oversized flowers in general (ex. rose, bluebell, morning glory... I think there was a jasmine dress, too).

*** FULL DESCRIPTION INCOMING!!! ***

sunflower dress 

Reminiscent of an oversized sunflower in full bloom, this strapless knee-length dress consists of a fitted olive green bodice and an ombre skirt with a slight bell shape in warm hues of orange and gold. Six panels of sturdy corduroy have been cut irregularly to resemble the sepals of the flower and stitched together to make a strapless bodice that extends past the waistline over the hips as it closely hugs the contours of the feminine form. The front features a modest sweetheart neckline in direct contrast to the low dip behind that showcases most of the wearer's upper back. Its dense ribbing begs to be touched what with its uniquely soft velvety texture. The angles of the cord lines have also been taken into consideration and skillfully used for optimum slimming effect. Smaller pointed cuts of the same durable fabric peek from in between the bottom of the bodice panels, and a third similar row is situated in staggered formation beneath them. Under all the green the skirt begins, a whimsical confection composed of three layers of stiffened translucent organdy carefully shaped to form petals that extend outwards from the hips and curl upwards ever so slightly. Every piece is light as a feather and dyed in well-blended gradient starting with coral closest to the body which changes to amber towards the middle before ending with bright sunshine at its gracefully tapered tip. The layering is what gives the skirt its characteristic fullness and bounce, with each part supporting the others around it.

beaded knickers

Made out of densely ribbed corduroy dyed a uniform sepia brown, this pair of knickers is designed to sit low at the waist, hug the hips, and end just below the juncture between the legs. The fabric is sturdy and thick providing snug warmth and plenty of support while still allowing the skin to breathe. With the exception of the crotch area, tiny glass seed beads in auburn, chestnut and sienna have been sewn all over the ribbing to form a pattern of seemingly random different-sized whorls. If hit by light in just the right way, the beads have a tendency to sparkle like glistening dew drops.

peep-toe flats

Densely waled sepia brown corduroy on the outside and soft supple deerskin lining lightly cushioning the inside combine durability with comfort for this dainty pair of outdoor slippers. It is designed to be easy to slide on or off. When worn the low sides wrap snugly from front to heel. A small hole has been cut out of each of the slightly pointed tips to allow two of the toes to peek through. The uppers have been embroidered with a simple sunflower motif in thread matching the fabric hue so that the design can only be seen by someone looking really closely. Thin but sturdy leather soles provide a modicum of support for delicate feet. For an especially feminine finishing touch, a decent length of narrow brown corduroy ribbon has been threaded through a small loop at the back of each slipper which can be wound around the ankles twice before being tied into a simple bow.

***

The flats ended up not being sold because the Nymph wasn't really in the habit of wearing shoes. Anyway, I think I did pretty well for an amateur. Pfft.

[cathcacen]

Anarei, healer             |     Ora, huntress Laori, scout                 |     Ithaera, restaurateur Deiadra, apothecary   |     Ailey, midwife

My bby girls + unglam fantasy-realm jobs

Make your own (x)

[cathcacen]

The best descript of coffee I have ever read

>look coffee

The drink is served in a large mug of thick dark brown porcelain, with the inside walls being dyed in snow white. The mug itself would provide an interesting aesthetic sight if you could actually be bothered to look at it - which, of course, you cannot, because the real gem is what lies inside of it. It is filled right to the brim with that so familiar dark liquid that people call  coffee. The top is covered by a thin layer of thin light brown foam, save for several patches in it that reveal that this coffee means business. For the liquid beneath the foam is dark black in colour. Totally black. More black than the Lord Dahkoar himself. Which can mean only one thing. Inside is just pure, black, strong coffee. No milk or any such nonsense. What more can you want? A tea? That is right, but if you are one of these strange people who prefer coffee, you will be happy. Created at the Chef House by Barnton.

>smell coffee

Inhaling the smell of this drink has exactly the effect you expect - it pierces through your senses, tingling each of them in turn and bringing the promise of joy and refreshment. It is characteristically strong and bitter, almost exactly as the smell of roasted coffee beans, making you admiring the purity of the drink almost completely unspoiled by dairy nonsense. Indeed  if you are drinking coffee, drink coffee. Milk is for babies. There is probably gazillion of other words you can think of when smelling the drink - invigorating, smooth, rich. What more can you want? Tea. >taste coffee

After taking a sip of this coffee, you feel like you have been suddenly brought back to life. As if you have been dying, catching your last desperate breaths and all of a sudden a good priest came and healed you completely. And vitalised you. And gained you. So you are at your full strength, your mind is so clear that you can in a minute solve the problem of the meaning of life and your legs are so rested that you could run from Gahlen to Darmahk carrying the complete Jempek on your back. The drink itself tastes moderately bitter and quite strong, providing quite rich, highly energising but at the same time soothing taste. Diluting the otherwise very strong coffee with the hot water results in the taste that is elegant, complex and subtle. What more can you want? Tea.

[cathcacen]

I’m not saying I named Ithaera’s dogs Ghost and Lady because I’m subliminally trying to tell the entire game their masters belong together...

...but I’m also not not saying that I did it because I’m subliminally trying to tell the entire game their masters belong together.

You say to Barnton, "No! Lady and Ghost are a couple." You nod firmly. You say to Barnton, "Nymeria can hook up with Flex."

Sinon looks at dog Lady.

Sinon thinks carefully.

Sinon tells you exclaiming: HOLY FUCK, CONGRATULATIONS! To Sinon, you send secretly: Ithaera beams You tell Sinon exclaiming: THANKS!

Dog Lady whines softly, intelligent eyes scanning the room.

Dog Ghost nuzzles Dog Lady's cheek softly.

You stare dreamily into space.

glance Gahlen Tavern

   Obvious exits: west, down, north, south, northeast, east and southeast.

Merek. Male Human. Rissa. Sinon. Rusenne. Barnton. Dog Lady. Dog Ghost. Spirit totem Dragon. Chuen. Nevica. Aor. Vrael. Isra. Male Dwarf. Cinders the magical panther. Tamerlyn. Kittra. Dshyn. Terivan. Darci the serving wench. Gahrsher Rowe.

Sinon licks Lady. Sinon says, "Gooddog."

Barnton says to Lady, "You should hook up with Flex."

Sinon says to Ithaera, "They ain't as nice as mice, but they're pree alright. Good dogs." Sinon pets Lady.

Dog Lady gently paws at Sinon's foot, then licks her fingertips.

Sinon pets Lady.

You say to Barnton, "No! Lady and Ghost are a couple." You nod firmly. You say to Barnton, "Nymeria can hook up with Flex."

Leecia arrives from the west.

Barnton asks, "Who is Nymeria?"

You call out for a guard dog to protect you. A guard dog pads into area and barks to you. Nymeria follows Leecia.

Leecia moves over and hugs Nevica close.

You peer about.

Leecia blinks.

Nymeria follows you. You exclaim, "Silly girl!"

Nevica pulls Leecia close and cuddles the other woman to her side.

Leecia says, "I was going to say someone is following me."

Barnton calls out for a guard dog to protect him. A guard dog pads into the area and barks to Barnton.

Nevica giggles.

Leecia giggles.

Flex follows Barnton.

Leecia says, "She wanted to go home with me."

Dog Nymeria licks at her paw, staring placidly at Dog Flex, before letting out a keening whine.

You grin at Leecia.

Leecia giggles. Leecia presses her fingers into Nevica's hair. "How're you love?"

Dog Flex pawshakes with Lady.

Barnton peers about.

Leecia blinks. "Hmm."

Dog Lady sniffs Dog Flex in a rather ladylike fashion, then gets up and pads away to sit behind Dog Ghost, tail flicking.

You peer about.

Barnton says, "All the ladies like Flex."

You grin at Barnton. You say to Barnton, "I mean, I do, but Lady most definitely likes Ghost better."

Dog Ghost turns his head to nuzzle Dog Lady again, one soft pink tongue flicking out to lick her nose.

Barnton exclaims, "We can let our dogs fight to death!" Barnton beams brightly.

Tamerlyn peers at Barnton.

Leecia blinks and shakes her head. "Please no dog fighting. It makes me cry."

Dog Nymeria flicks an ear as she watches Barnton, then shifts limpid eyes to Flex, before emitting a faint whimper. Dog Nymeria barks and scampers off.

You peer about. You say to Barnton, "Look what you've done. Ruined Flex's chances."

Dog Flex barks and scampers off.

Barnton exclaims, "No, he went after her!"

You laugh. You say to Barnton, "To cuddle, not to fight to the death."

Leecia giggles. Leecia says, "Awww." Leecia says, "They just wanna love one another right now."

[cathcacen]

Roleplay status is: standing by the balcony, looking out

Barnton arrives from below. Barnton beams brightly.

Ithaera turns around and beams at Barnton. You say to Barnton, "You did an amazing job! I love everything about this home." You say to Barnton, "I'll shove money at you when we're next in town."

Barnton hides something behind his back, "No, no, you were supposed to not notice me!"

Ithaera panics, then turns around again to stare at the sea, moonlight framing her form. You say loudly, "I SEE NOTHING."

Barnton nods lots, then waits until you completely forget he was ever there. Sneaks up behind you, wraps one of his arms around your waist, and raises a wooden figurine with his other, speaking in squeaky voice, "Hi mum, I came here to meet you and reconnect with my brother Rumpy!" Barnton gives a Wood Plumpy figurine to you.

Ithaera lets out a shriek.

look plumpy Large, oval body? Checked. Short, plump legs? Checked. Something that almost resembles human fingers that continue into claws? Checked. Large, round head with triangular ears? Checked. Most important of all - adorable, round, black muzzle that ends in a round snout? Checked. Really, this small wooden figurine cannot be anything other than a cute little wombat. This particular wombat quite resembles a certain other wombat whose name might or might not be Rumpy, up to the point that they could be considered brothers. Maybe not twin brothers, because the body of this animal is notably more round than that of his brother and his ears are somewhat larger. All that, combined with his mouth being drawn into something that awfully resembles a smile and his eyes looking slightly drooped, gives this wombat a very peaceful and calming appearance - an appearance that maybe only plump animals can have. It looks as if he cannot really be bothered to do anything other than lay on all fours, eat whatever it is that wombats eat, and enjoy the irresistible lightness of being. More so, it looks like he would have the same stance of life even if he was a real wombat, and not a figurine made of wood. Maybe we can learn something from him? Created at the forge by Anjelle.

There is a small engraving on the wooden stand - two lines in cursive, the top, larger one reading -Cuddle me! Plumpy- and the bottom, smaller one reading -For my I, from her B-

You yell, "OH MY GODS!" Ithaera panics so hard she almost falls off the edge of the balcony, but manages to protect the wombat (and herself) by way of lauching herself against Barnton, effectively tackling him into the room.

[cathcacen]

The exact moment I realised Ithaera is a Valdel cousin:

Center of Town

  The heart of the city plays host to a splendid marble fountain, gleaming in the light of the sun. A graceful statue rises from the pristine waters; water cascades in delicate droplets, all the colors of a prism, from its cupped hands. In the distance to the north, the spires of Gahlen Castle beckon invitingly. To the south lie the low roofs of the land's historical buildings. The slums are westwards, while a paved road leads eastwards to Market Street.

  The proud statue of a Feline Warrior stands here.

  Obvious exits: north, south, east and west.

Three Gahlen guards.

>look warrior The statue appears to be made of a precious blue marble. The sensual, yet powerful frame of the female feline radiates majesty. A golden bluejay rests stoically on the feline's right shoulder.

Ithaera stares at the bluejay on the feline's shoulder for a good, long while. She seems amused, perhaps reminiscing. "Aw, a cutie," She whispers.

[cathcacen]

Casien ooc tells you: Hey, sorry if this is weird. I'm an old friend of Alzheni's- I just wanted to say I always appreciated your IC relationship with him. It's so easy to subscribe to drama and pettiness in New Worlds, but it always seemed that Elynna's character was somehow above it all. Anyway! Hope everything is great, good to see you on the 'who l' list.

Well thanks, I appreciate Alz and Ely’s relationship too XD It’s probably one of the least drama-filled marriages in NWA if not THE least drama-filled marriage ahahahahahhaa.

[cathcacen]

Ithaera Valdel - 1/?

Merchant, Cake Queen, and Lover of Lemons

My family calls me Itty.

I am the youngest of Cassia and Maikel Valdel's litter; first came Adrian, tall, handsome, wise, honourable, and filial - the fitting first son to an ancient family of considerable land and respectable name. Then came Owen, a streetwise boy who would grow to be a strapping young warrior beloved by all. Countless other cousins would follow after: Brave Rory and beautiful Torunn, sweet Nessa and earnest Evangeline, Aislinn and Jasper and Amaethon and Celandine - druids and elementalists and greenwalkers all, the Valdels of the North are tightly bonded.

I was born on a sunny spring day, a little small and a little frail, with all the grace of a tired old boar and none of the meat to spare. I should've known I was meant to be itty from the start.

The years wore on. My brothers grew side by side, and I remained their beloved little sister to protect. Perhaps I needed it after all - their wisdom and their strength were a cocoon for me, a safety net of sorts, and they were all the happier for my imagined safety. But life has a funny way of telling you to grow up and take charge; I learnt this lesson by way of a hunt gone awry, and gained a scar to wear with pride - a reminder of the day I first realised I had to be more than just Itty.

And so I trained. I sat with merchant apprentices as they balanced their numbers, bothered and buggered them until they consented to teach me the tricks of the trade. My cousin Celandine would visit from the far West, and in her never-ending patience would teach me how to cook and bake and sew. In these hours, I learn how to feel joy in accomplishment. I learn who I am.

I learn my worth, and then I show my worth. And now, I'm ready to see what I have to offer away from the safety of home.

My family calls me Itty. My name is Ithaera - and I am a Valdel.

[cathcacen]

In which Ithaera collects teapots, and is proud of her cousin’s bb Clover

Seraphine says to Rylan, "Ithaera here collected teapots, I collected teacups. So we are looking for our long lost Saucer." 

Ithaera chuckles heartily, shaking her head as she waves a hand - careful to not spill her tea, of course! "Surely not. You'll soon realise I'm a very careless Teapot, always wandering into walls because its head is in the clouds. My brothers hated when I did things like that."

Ithaera asks Rylan, "How are you with saucers? Do you like them?"

Rylan raises one eyebrow.

Balen <Kingdom> Someone killed a guard inside Memorial Heights and left the corpse in the street

Rylan sighs. Rylan wields Silver long sword {gripped} {sharpened}. Rylan leaves west.

Seraphine emits a peal of laughter at Ithaera's question, grinning between Rylan and the other woman. "If you bump a wall too hard," she says to Ithaera, "I am a useful person to have around! Or we could put you in a nice field, with no walls."

Ithaera watches westwards as the potential Saucer leaves, then looks back at Seraphine. "Oh, that's been done, too. I tripped on a rock and made a Teapot-sized dent in the farmer's crops. He was so mad."

Rylan arrives from the west.

Seraphine bites her bottom lip and pats Ithaera most soothingly, her brows furrowed thoughtfully. "What if... we made you a cloud-suit? Made all of pillows, to protect wayward elbows and knees should you run into anything at all?"

Rylan asks to Ithaera, "Sorry.. Saucers?"

Seraphine says to Rylan, "Ithaera here collected teapots, I collected teacups. So we are looking for our long lost Saucer." Seraphine peeks about the tavern hopefully.

Rylan says, "Oh.. I collect heads."

Ithaera laughs heartily.

Seraphine says, "Well... maybe you're the unexpected fourth we never knew we needed." Seraphine nods sagely.

Ithaera says, "Teacup, Teapot, Saucer, and Heads."

Lorsh shakes his head slowly.

Ithaera nods firmly in agreement, too.

Seraphine beams brightly.

Rylan chuckles softly.

Ithaera exclaims to Seraphine, "The cloud suit, though - it'll probably become a legend of sorts. Children would fear me. The wandering clumsy cloud!"

Seraphine grins at Ithaera, "Mayhaps. Or mayhaps you'd become a legend like... the spirit of Winter, or that fat baby who shoots arrows of love. You could just leave candy in your wake wherever you float, and children will love you, clumsiness and all."

Rylan says, "Children are evil."

Seraphine grins at Rylan. Seraphine says to Rylan, "Their hands are -always- sticky."

Lorsh chortles.

Rylan says to Seraphine, "No they are always up to something and their little hands fit in your pockets to where you can't feel them." Rylan says, "Makes ya wanna snap em in half."

Seraphine tilts her head back to laugh. Seraphine asks to Rylan, "Do you feel the same way about gnomes?"

Rylan says, "Gnomes are good for yards and leatherball." Rylan nods lots.

Seraphine says to Rylan, "Lawn gnomes are actually pretty cute."

Ithaera almost chokes on her tea in laughter at the idea of a fat baby shooting arrows. Ithaera says to Seraphine, "I think children are sort of cute. My cousin Cel recently had a baby, and they named her Clover. She's really cute." Ithaera says, "Though I say that because Cel is always making me treats, and I have hopes for Clover learning to bake like her momma." Ithaera smiles serenely.

A smile, unbidden, crosses Seraphine's patrician features. "Clover is... a really, really cute name, that I can only imagine goes with a very cute baby. And if she grows up to bake, all the better!"

[cathcacen]

Let’s call this the holiday ballgown page, shall we? I love both. ^^ Sorry for the long hiatus. Things have been happening. Breakups and a death and all that other fun stuff. :/ I actually had the gown on the left done way early last month, but it took quite a bit of time for me to muster up the energy to do that poinsettia gown, because I knew it was gonna be hard, and thus I put it off. Oh well. And because ballgowns are fat, only two would fit in this page. It works, because I think I have two left. I’ll have to check. Elynna Aldren'guahel is mine. Don’t steal. I’d say the first gown on the left took about 3-4 hours collectively, given the painful designs on her skirt and bodice; I did it at work, however, at my previous job, on a day some very interesting revelations took place. The second gown on the right, took maybe 2-3 hours collectively of DotA-match watching and a couple matches of playing in between. It’s also a new and improved version of something I did long ago that I no longer have the strength/energy to dig up. I prefer this. Pencils, pen, copics.

[cathcacen]

But like, lykos snuggles. :<

Reticrius looks at fuzzy slippers of soft brown fur. Reticrius holds up a foot! Reticrius shows slippers to Drustian Reticrius says to Drustian, "That is what happened to the last misbehaving lykos recruit, forsooth..."

Secretly: Reticrius sneaks up into your mind and POUNCES To Reticrius, you send secretly: Nivienne eeps and faints dead away!

Barakat smiles at you.

Reticrius tells you exclaiming: Oh snot! I killed her!

Reticrius <Merchant> Wherever is miss nivienne? <Merchant> Reticrius looks guilty! Drustian <Merchant> Sleeping chambers!

Barakat says to Nivienne, "And I'd never dare let you out of my mind, no matter the venture.  The feet didn't stray back here without any coaxing, I'll say so much."

Lezah <Merchant> She's hunting you down so she can make you into slippers.

To Reticrius, you send secretly: Nivienne is semi-unconscious, and as such does not respond.

You grin at Barakat.

Lezah <Merchant> Look behind you, Reticrius! Reticrius <Merchant> I think I killed her!

You say to Barakat, "It's the threat of the angry, cleaver-wielding friend."

<Merchant> Anese eeps!

Reticrius arrives from the east.

Barakat smirks.

Reticrius bites his lip. Reticrius dashes over to Nivienne. Reticrius looks at you.

Nivienne glances at Reticrius, then flops back in her chair, as if fainting dead away!

Reticrius gasps. Reticrius exclaims, "You LIAR! You faked it!"

Barakat snickers.

Reticrius bursts out laughing!

Drustian looks at Reticrius.

Reticrius clears his throat. Reticrius peers about.

Drustian shakes his head sadly. Drustian asks to Reticrius, "HOW COULD YOU?"

Reticrius hops over to Nivienne and sits on her lap.

Drustian makes comforting hand flailing movements at Nivienne.

Reticrius snuggles up to you affectionately.

Nivienne straightens and shakes her head, then resumes her previous posture, even as she is snuggled.

Barakat grins.

Drustian cackles.

You say to Reticrius, "Oh, you're lucky your fur is so.. fuzzy... fuzzy."

Reticrius chuckles happily.

Nivienne sighs contentedly as she cuddles Reticrius, much like a beloved, fluffy toy-friend.

Drustian reaches a hand out to poke Reticrius. Drustian feels reticrius.

Reticrius rests his head on Nivienne's shoulder, looking very much contented. Reticrius sticks his tongue out at Drustian.

Drustian asks to Nivienne, "Good slipper material?" Drustian sticks his tongue out at Reticrius.

You say to Drustian, "So perfect. He actually -does- have a pair of those slippers."

Drustian says, "I'M KIDDING." Drustian boggles at the concept. Drustian stares at Reticrius. Drustian stares at you.

Reticrius clears his throat. Reticrius chuckles mischievously.

Drustian says, "You mean... you mean..."

You twiddle your thumbs.

Drustian asks, "You -meant- it?" Drustian stares at you.

Reticrius gives Nivienne a kiss on the cheek as he slides away from her and stands. Reticrius holds up a finger. Reticrius looks at backpack.

You exclaim to Drustian, "I'll never tell!"

Drustian looks HORRIFIED.

Reticrius scratches his head. Reticrius leaves east. Reticrius arrives from the east.

Drustian exclaims, "My own assistant guild mistress, a lykos hunter!"

Reticrius equips fuzzy slippers of soft brown fur.

Drustian blinks.

You grin at Barakat sidelong, then nods solemnly at Drustian.

Drustian looks at Reticrius.

Reticrius struts proudly around the room.

Drustian stares at Reticrius.

Reticrius looks at fuzzy slippers of soft brown fur. Reticrius holds up a foot! Reticrius shows slippers to Drustian Reticrius says to Drustian, "That is what happened to the last misbehaving lykos recruit, forsooth..."

You twiddle your thumbs.

Reticrius says to Drustian, "No wonder there are so few of us in the guild.."

Drustian shudders from horror. Drustian looks at Hothan.

Reticrius grins mischievously.

Drustian looks at Reticrius.

Nivienne glances aside towards Hothan, too.

Reticrius makes snipping motions towards Hothan.

Drustian says, "I'm not sleeping in here any more."

Reticrius stifles a laugh.

Nivienne snickers softly.

Drustian peers about. Drustian scowls!

Reticrius says to Drustian, "Wise move."

You exclaim to Drustian, "Oh, don't be like that. We only snip those we love!"

Drustian nods at Reticrius. Drustian asks to Nivienne, "Er." He pauses. "What do you do to those you hate?"

You say to Drustian, "Lykos-fur underpants. They're all the new fashion in Surik, I hear."

Reticrius turns arouns, struggling to look at his back. He runs his fingers around near the hem of his trousers at his lower back, "I could swear I am missing a patch here, you know.."

Drustian's ears twitch.

Nivienne laughs softly.

Drustian says, voice rather small, "Oh."

Reticrius scratches his head. Reticrius looks at Drustian.

You comfort Drustian.

Reticrius says to Nivienne, "He has nothing to worry about, does he? His fur is not half so handsome, forsooth.."

Drustian growls at Reticrius halfheartedly.

Reticrius snickers.

You say to Reticrius, "Indeed. I had no intentions whatsoever of shaving Drustian, nor you. It's just fun to see him squirm."

Drustian looks indignant.

Reticrius laughs quietly.

Drustian exclaims, "I do not squirm!"

Reticrius says to you in elven, "He is rather human for a lykos, you know.." Reticrius winks at Drustian.

You say to Reticrius, "Indeed? It does not matter. We still love him."

Drustian says to Reticrius in elven, "I resent that."

You grin at Drustian playfully.

Reticrius says to you in elven, "He wears doublets and fancy trousers, but can not yet manage shoes, eh?"

Drustian sniffs.

Reticrius clears his throat. Reticrius bursts out laughing.

Drustian smacks Reticrius upside the head.

Reticrius beams at Drustian. Reticrius coughs. Reticrius snorts. Reticrius laughs.

Nivienne laughs softly.

Drustian says, "Grr."

Reticrius throws an arm genially around Drustian's shoulders. Reticrius squeezes Drustian fondly.

[cathcacen]

But like omg my feels! So many hearts. <3

Elynna dips her head gently.

Akiva waves at you. Akiva ponders the situation. Akiva asks to Elynna, "Are you the Druid that made the story about the brave little bear?"

Raelle sits up to wave both hands at Elynna in a silent greeting.

Elynna waves one hand at Raelle, looking remarkably amused at the two-handed wave, then turns to dip her head at Akiva. You ask to Akiva, "Ah, yes. I had meant to ask Ocypete how that event went. Did you enjoy it?”

Raelle looks at you.

Akiva says to Elynna, "Yes! Very much so.. I actually got a uhm."

look raelle

Akiva fiddles with her sleeve for a moment before showing her arm to Elynna, "I got a small tattoo to remember me to be brave, I have a problem with my courage at times."

You say to Raelle, "You are still the fairest of them all."

Akiva looks at Akiva.

Elynna slants a sidelong teasing smile at Raelle, then looks towards Akiva again, blinking gently.

look akiva You see a female human, She has a background of large dark trees with a small bear cradled in a vine hammock covers the entire inside of her forearm. Hovering over him is a tiny golden faerie. Above the trees the night sky is depicted with the big bear and little bear constellations clearly represented. Beneath the scene in bold script is the word "Bravery".

Raelle peeks up at Elynna, grinning sheepishly. She studies the other woman and then blurts out, quite happily, "YOU LOOK PRETTY TODAY."

Elynna studies Akiva's tattoo, her face a perfect mask as she blinks gently at the symbolicism of it. After a while, she dips her head, evidently touched, though perhaps not quite aware of how best to show such--she simply offers a smile then, one warm and ever so slightly dimpled in her right cheek. "That is lovely, sister. I am glad you found some meaning in that tale."

You tell Raelle: Also thank you. I am trying very hard to not do that thing where I blush, but that was a really sweet thing to do, with the tattoo.

Akiva smiles as she clasps her hands in front of her chest, smiling widely as she bowed her head a few times out of respect, "It was a beautiful tale, very touching indeed."

Elynna folds her hands together, settling them upon her lap where she has settled upon a sort of sit. "Thank you. Truly, thank you. I am honoured. And above all, glad that a simple tale has touched you." She pauses, then, letting out a soft sigh of relief. "Ocypete must have done a fantastic job. I must thank her appropriately."

Raelle tells you exclaiming: Belatedly, I adore her tattoo and now I know why she got it! Raelle looks at Akiva.

You tell Raelle: I am surprised and touched.

Raelle tells you: Do you still have a copy of the story?

You tell Raelle: I do. Do you want it?

Raelle tells you exclaiming: Only when it's convenient for you to send it along!

You tell Raelle: Oh, of course.

Raelle tells you exclaiming: I appreciate that a lot!

[cathcacen]

They be derpin’.

Raelle <Druid> I can't be awake for her hunt, so will you send her my congratulations and also let me know if there's something she wanted that does not survive? Maybe I could gift it to her afterwards.

Chauncey <Druid> Yes, I'll let her know

Elynna <Druid> Next week? You must be excited.

Raelle <Druid> Also this hopeful can't even read common so I don't know how to work with her. Kalawakan. I'm inclined to ask her to wait on tasking until she has a bit of a better grasp on the language. But, what do you guys think?

<Druid> Elynna smiles at Raelle

Raelle <Druid> I AM ELYNNA!

Adilayd <Druid> That sounds like a good idea, Raelle.

Chauncey <Druid> No, you're RAELLE

Raelle <Druid> It is the thirty first, guys. The wedding is just me and fatty and Ocy, but there is a reception afterwards that everyone is invited to.

Elynna <Druid> You're Elynna? Good heavens, am I Raelle then?

Adilayd <Druid> If she can't speak or read common, she can't really contribute to the faith at this time.

Kulana <Druid> see what her task looks like then make that desicion

Raelle <Druid> Chauncey, are you free to come explain that to Kalawakan? I don't speak nymph.

Raelle <Druid> I -AM- ELYNNA.

<Druid> Raelle preens her hair.

Elynna <Druid> Surely not. You would be marrying the wrong person then. Elynna <Druid> So please be Raelle, because I like -my- husband.

Kairu <Druid> I am NOT Fat, however I am married, and I suggested she ask for one of the translator workers.. she seems to like that idea.

Kulana <Druid> fat? Kulana <Druid> Fluffy!

Raelle <Druid> After deep pondering, I have decided I am not, in fact, Elynna. My apologies for the confusion, everyone.

<Druid> Adilayd was totally confused.

<Druid> Raelle nods sadly.

<Druid> Elynna laughs softly Elynna <Druid> I'm certain Syath is relieved, however.

Raelle <Druid> I dunno, I bet he'd like your um. Can you cook?

Elynna <Druid> Alzheni is not impressed with my cooking. I can make tea, however. Elynna <Druid> Can you cook?

Raelle <Druid> THERE YOU HAVE IT. Raelle <Druid> Um.

Chauncey <Druid> Cat cake Chauncey <Druid> Cat pie

Raelle <Druid> Well. I can make cheese by killing rats by the cottage.

Kulana <Druid> we have an entire kitchen in the BFT that we never use. <Druid> Kulana laughs

Kairu <Druid> shuush woman, they will know the lay out, and ruin their belief that we have a dungeon.

Elynna <Druid> Pie cat.

Raelle <Druid> Picat.

Elynna <Druid> And, Raelle, would that be cottage cheese, or rat cheese?

Raelle <Druid> ... rat cottage cheese!

Elynna <Druid> That sounds utterly -delicious-.

Raelle <Druid> It is really good, I will bring you some, sometime!

Elynna <Druid> Please don't.

Raelle <Druid> I will feed it to you in your sleep.

Elynna <Druid> Our doors are locked.

Raelle <Druid> I know of a loosely hinged window.

Adilayd <Druid> You could give it to a rat to feed to her.

Raelle <Druid> That's a really good idea. The rats will do just about anything if you bring them sausage from the park vendor.

Elynna <Druid> You know, I have read of ladies who could sing -birds- into doing their bidding, but this is a first for rats.

Raelle <Druid> Rats are smarter'n birds.

Adilayd <Druid> We get birds to do our bidding...

Elynna <Druid> ...wait, perhaps not. There was that one other fairytale princess whose story I was force to read.

  Elynna <CHAT> This settles it. Raelle is Cinderella with Gus Gus and the birds

and the Robb Stark prince.