#oc: synne

[sovaharbor]

because pyre's writing, and dialogue writing in particular, has bewitched me entirely. woe, fanfic drabbles be upon ye. mid-game-ish spoilers ahead re: a character reveal and a book page reveal-- i just got this last night myself and was like, whoa... this is crazy... so here i am. simply my reader & hedwyn talking about said character + page reveals. :)

“A new page,” Synne said suddenly, breaking the quiet by the fire. “A new one, Hedwyn—” “Really?” He looked up from the pot he was stirring, brows high. “Bring it here. The Scribes must be benevolent, if they’re, well. If, after what happened, they’re still…” “What happened tonight was not our doing,” said Synne. He scooted over on the ground, again and again until he was seated next to Hedwyn. The starlight, somehow, always seemed to illuminate the ink scrawled throughout the pages of the book, but the glow of the fire was even stronger. They looked practically golden, under the fire’s glow. “I do not think the Scribes would have allowed the Rite to continue on, if they did not approve of us. And I think, if they did not approve, that I would not have been able to find the way to the next Rite. The new page being illuminated, that is not so relieving.” “So says the expert,” Hedwyn mused. “Read it to me, then? Illuminate me.”

Synne smiled at that, laughed, as golden as the ink on the pages. “Yes, yes. Ahem. ‘The…’ Oh.”

And, then, Synne lapsed into silence.

Hedwyn furrowed his brows in confusion. “The?”

“‘Nightwings,’” Synne continued, after far too long. “‘The…Nightwings. In the words of Ha’ub the Swallow, the Accursed.’” His smile had fallen, leaving him frowning down at the book instead. “It is…awfully fitting, yes? Strangely fitting, even.”

Hedwyn considered the page in silence, as if it might bestow any wisdom upon him, as if the words upon the page weren’t nothing but scribbles to him. Eventually, though, he spoke up again: “Bertrude mentioned, earlier, that when the two of you went out before the Rite, she sought Ha’ub’s favor. Did… Did he approve, then? He must have. And, he might think that, perhaps, something in here, we need to know about it. Because we didn’t know about Oralech.”

“Oralech said nasty things to you. I cannot imagine the Scribes approve of him.”

“But was he right about what he said? We can’t know. We didn’t even know he existed. So, then, the book. This page. Maybe.”

The book? It was precious. Only so many copies of it existed, and there was a necessity to preserve them as they were. Sandalwood had taught Synne about this, in the time between the last Liberation Rite and the current cycle. 

But Sandalwood had not taught Synne about the Nightwings, the Nightwings before this Nightwings, nor about Oralech. And, for that reason alone…Synne brought a finger down to the ink on the page, to track the words as he read.

“‘What is a life,’” Synne began to read, his voice quiet now, with the crackling of the fire and the bubbling of the stew overpowering it, “‘without an adversary? If not for forces that conspire against the will, life would be devoid of its innateness, the desire to overcome.

Thus, when we the Eight each fashioned a triumvirate based on our own ideals, we realized a void still needed to be filled, as the night sky needs moonlight.’”

“And like the morning sky needs the sun,” Hedwyn said. His voice fell quiet in turn, matching Synne’s. “Sandalwood mentioned that, at least. When he brought Bertrude to us. We were missing a member to match the last of the Scribes. He said it was a necessity, didn’t he?”

“I think I see why—”

“You’re reading ahead?”

“Sorry,” Synne said, and they both knew he didn’t mean it. “You talk when I want to read. Here: ‘We Eight were united. Our triumvirates shared our affection. They needed us to set them all against a common foe.

Thus we did form the Nightwings, a triumvirate envisioned to exceed them all, both through means both mortal and divine, and given undue favor in each turning of the cycle. They are the adversary we all face.’”

Synne closed the book gently, after that. Despite the unease he felt in reading those words, he knew it was not the book’s fault — or, at least, he could hope it wasn’t. If the Scribes were benevolent enough to have let tonight’s Rite continue, and they were benevolent enough to give them the chance to leave the Downside, then, surely, there was no ill will in revealing this page to him. Surely.

And yet, the words still fell from his lips anyway: “I think, maybe, that we are in over our heads. Treading water. And our arms and legs are about to give out.”

“We’ve all been in over our heads since we were exiled, really,” Hedwyn tried.

“But this is bigger. This is… I do not know what this is, I suppose, but it does not fill me with comfort. Only dread. Sandalwood did not ever tell us about Oralech, nor the Nightwings that must have come before us. Ti’zo, too— he knew about Oralech. And, the Scribes, do they think us as things? Needing to fulfill our role and nothing more? What if this is a reminder, from them, that we are clawing above our station? That… That, perhaps, what we want to do, it is too much. Perhaps, by being Nightwings, our role is to stay here, to—”

“Maybe,” Hedwyn said, trying once more to reign Synne in, “you think too much.”

That, luckily, quieted Synne. His mouth hung open, the words simply dried out in his throat. Eventually, he managed, “I — resent that.”

Hedwyn smiled widely. “I think that, for now, before you panic too much, we should wait. Sandalwood, hopefully, will tell us about Oralech, and their history, and the Nightwings’ history, but for now, we don’t have much at all. Right? So we should wait.”

“You say that like it is easy.”

“It isn’t. Actually, it feels really hard. But, one thing I’ve learned, from being down here, is that sometimes it’s better to just, you know, take everything as it comes. Living day to day is the only way to live, here. And, considering what we’re doing, it’s even more important to live like that.”

Synne shifted to lean against Hedwyn’s shoulder, heaving out a heavy sigh. “Jodariel would have said something similar. She raised you well.”

“I think so, too. But Rukey, if you read this page to him, and he was here to have met Oralech, would have worried himself sick.”

At that, Synne let out another laugh. “Maybe it is good, then, that at least he is not here.” He turned his head, enough to look up at Hedwyn despite the odd angle. “Thank you, Hedwyn. Maybe it is selfish of me, to be glad that you are still here, when you could be out there, but, I am.”

“Someone has to reign you in,” Hedwyn said with a laugh of his own. “If not me, then who? And, maybe, just maybe, I like getting to listen to you read.”

^ this was the page, btw. (ignore my bar at the bottom, im too lazy to crop this rn)

[uldren-sov]

Synnaeth Ama'stacia

Elf - Sorcerer - Silver Draconic Bloodline - Sage

[ask-synn-ghoul]

*She walks in, stopping to give attention to the kits.* What do you have planned today?

@ask-winter-ghoulette

*Synn hummed, packing a bag for the kits* you all haven’t gotten outside much…got a driver to take us all to the park!

[emry-stars-oc]

Uh ladies 💕

[synne-ful]

I have finally finished all of my character sheets hehe (〃´ω`〃) ✨️✨️ These are all of the alter egos currently existing for Synne 🥰 Along with her color palettes and chibi drawings of each main love interest hehe

Which one do you like the most? 😚✨️

[softsynthetic]

rabbit lady

[annabawritersdream]

ELENNA "ENNA" TINDÓMIEL

I created my first Enna moodboard (my first moodboard ever) and I LOVE IT!

[dingostrash]

Doing an art trade with a friend! I got to draw their oc Synne with my oc Rhia!

You can find my friend over at https://sheezy.art/meakimon

[mast3r-rainb0w]

[C] 'MY' Style: Synn Staticia [OC] Breakdancing! by Mast3r-Rainb0w

This was a commission of an electrifying original character/OC I made for a client via DeviantArt. Enjoy!

[notkirbiinut]

decide to revisit a couple guys I haven’t drawn in a while

[synnning]

oops my hand slipped and now im making an entire micolash/scholar cosplay for a bit 😵‍💫🫣

Anyway Choir Garb is done, the celestial child is halfway done, and the mensis cage is still on the to-do list 😭 i love seeing them together tho eeee 🥹

[uldren-sov]

Strange times make for strange allies

Naressa, Bhaal's Chosen | Synnaeth Ama'stacia, Dragon's Heir

Rogue | Paladin | Ranger | Silver Draconic Sorcerer

[ask-synn-ghoul]

hey, you got a few minutes?

@jez-slaughter

Of course, what’s up?

[tyesteban]

Made this for the gala au in the OTAS server

[azurewildflight]

Anthony and Synn

[softsynthetic]

woman in space :)