#s:zelkov

[vidames]

it's your potlucky day

The Officers Academy welcomes the continent of Elyos! With the current interest in countries outside of Fodlan, the students are eager to welcome new faces and learn all they can about these new-to-them countries. The cooking club in particular is hosting a potluck for all to attend, starring a roast bear on a spit.

Céline carefully carries her favourite, delicately painted porcelain teapot. She takes gentle steps so as not to jolt the chinaware in her arms and keep it steady. The bag over her shoulder is filled with a myriad of tea varieties, both from Fodlan and her beloved Firene, alongside a party sized serving of Emperor's Mess. Her favourite dessert and the dish she felt most confident sharing with others.

A banner, welcoming staff and students from Elyos hung above a huge table. Or several tables, laid out end to end and laden with cuisine from all across the globe.

Such a joyous occasion, prepared for their welcome. It warmed her heart, and she could only hope her contributions to such an event were satisfactory. It takes a great deal off effort, but once the ceramics are settled, pulling out her dessert and tea selection is a simply affair.

"Oh my, that looks simply delicious!" She speaks brightly, with great enthusiasm to the person who slips in next to her. Their offering smells wonderfully comforting and at a glance, looks equally as delicious. She speaks to them, attention upon the display of food and drink spread out infront of them. "I am Céline, princess of Firene, a kingdom in Elyos. The monastery has welcomed us so warmly, it's a pleasure to be here."

She turns, facing the person and smiles. "Oh, it really is lovely to see you!"

@elusivia & anyone who'd like to join in for good food and company

[amitieos]

She cheers along as Edward sings, his voice resonant with joy. The notebook is held out to her and she tentatively takes it in her hands but stops before pulling it to herself and takes a look at the little group they’ve gathered together.

"Would you mind terribly if I have a go?" Elincia asks both Leanne and the man beside her, a nurse at Garreg Mach. Someone she'd decided to stay close to as her stomach's churning returned with much aplomb "Sir Zelkov, isn't it? I'm Elincia, it's a pleasure to meet you."

She hums a light tune as she reads the words already, trying to pick up the natural rhythm of the words. Find the melody inherent and fundamental to the rhymes already shared. The pen rests in her hands, itching to leave her own mark alongside that of her friends and allies. A memento of their journey upon the waves, a token of bonds forged.

"The siren song of sea salt spray, Gentle as the flowers of May,  Belie a raging, tempestuous heart:  Her depths are Hades counterpart,"

Elincia chews on her lips as she writes, pen flowing across the page in time with the crashing waves around them. She's not sure if it's any good, whether she has any technical skill but the moment feels hallowed all the same. Sharing a part of herself with her companions, a vulnerable moment. Her gaze drifts towards the ocean surrounding them, endless on all sides. Holding her in it's embrace like a mother. She sings the words quietly before passing the book to the next person, grateful to share the uncertain warmth in her heart.

"Forgive me, my mother was an accomplished musician but I lack her natural gifts. I'm sure you'll come up with something far grander but... I'm glad to participate in something beautiful with you all."

Well-Versed in Sailing [OPEN for all Valentia Team]

[nagargent]

Julia nearly jumps out of her skin. She may be no ghoul but this strange, shadowed man nearly forces her soul out of her body. The way he clutches the knife in his hands does precious little to settle her nerves. Just what did he think-- oh. Oh no, not this nonsense again. The border between hours, perhaps, was fair. She'd drifted off whilst studying in the library and awoken to the monastery silenced as the moon floated high above the mountains. But worlds? Her shoulders fall as she lets out a tired sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"My purpose is to head back to the dorms and try to get some sleep before breakfast. I've been studying in the library," her tone is less gentle than usual. The hour is late, her nerves fried from that encounter and honestly? This is the third time this week someone's accused her of being dead. It was becoming rather frustrating. "I tread no border between worlds. That's preposterous."

Their eyes lock for a moment or two. Julia's previous irritation breaks, like waves crashing upon the shore. Rumours were abound of late and her attempts to be quiet on her nightly trips may have done more harm than good. Maybe, she hopes, the threats are out of fear rather than a desire to actually inflict harm upon her.

"Sir, if I was a ghost, I doubt that knife would be very helpful. It would likely pass right through me," Julia comments softly, lifting her arm and letting her sleeves fall back to her elbow. She holds out her bare forearm, reflecting the moonlight streaming in from the windows. "Here, you can check my pulse. I assure you I'm very much alive."

"So please, put the knife down. I mean you no harm or foul."

Although she does have to wonder if he's taken leave of his senses. If she were an apparition of the night, wouldn't she have simply ignored his posturing and continued upon her way? Cruising serenely through him, unbound by the realities of being made of flesh and blood?

Veiled Figures [Julia & Zelkov]