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[tcriacosta]

We may be flailing, but we're not failing, babes ♡

BASIC STATS:

NAME: Vitoria Izabel Acosta

AGE: 29

DOB: October 31st, 1993

LENGTH OF TIME IN FAIRFORD: Her whole life (aside from a year abroad)

HOUSING: Coral Coast

OCCUPATION: Owner (Inherited) of Main Street Records

PERSONALITY: Enigmatic, confident, warm-hearted, impulsive, calculating, cunning.

FOUNDING FAMILY: Acosta

CONNECTION IDEAS

BASIC INFO:

Okay babes, here's the basic, the bare bones...the real down and dirty details of one Vitoria Acosta.

She grew up in Fairford, not much of a huge surprise there given she's a legacy kid of one of the founding families. But nonetheless I digress. Born and bred native of the town and loved it, you could pry the town from her cold dead hands.

She grew up with the confidence of a 6'5" footballer in the body of a 5'2" Latina (cue tragic music in the background). Which means of course she'd easily go toe to toe with any bullies she met, and somehow managed to make friends in nearly ever social circle throughout her school years despite being among the more 'popular / cheerleader' crowd.

The girl could party, but in her sophomore year of high school when her Uncle brought home a beat up 1973 Bronco...Vitoria started dedicating more of her social time to fixing it up with him than partying like it was 1999. She traded her her shiny pumps for greased overalls as soon as her backpack hit the floor of her childhood home, running to the garage to work on her beloved truck.

Mechanics came easy to her, in fact some of her friends often joked she could probably become the next Macgyver with a manicure. So despite her initial ideas of pursuing a degree in fashion or foreign policy, she went to college for mechanical engineering (with a wild card minor of music).

Donna Sheridan was the original hot girl summer, and Vitoria seemed to want to follow in her footsteps. So after her college graduation the 22 year old set out on a globe trotting adventure that took her, really, wherever the wind blew her. She worked odd jobs in places she stayed for longer periods, and enjoyed immersing herself in the various cultures and cities.

Home sweet home didn't seem to be just a sign that she saw in craft stores, because a little over a year later during her month in Belgium she got a call. Her aunt wanted to retire, and had decided to leave her shop in Tori's care. The young woman had always loved Main Street Records, so the chance to own it herself was one she wouldn't pass up.

That's how she made it back to Fairford, six years ago. She bought a place in Coral Coast, settled back into her beloved hometown and couldn't be happier. (Well I mean she wouldn't mind meeting Val Kilmer but that's irrelevant at the moment).

Personality wise, she's whiskey in a teacup. Her spunky side hits you when you don't expect it thanks to the typically laidback air about her. She either dresses like Cher Horowitz, Rachel Green or (young) Donna Sheridan, depending on the day, possibly in between but honestly those are the vibes. Her Bronco is essentially her baby and she adores it as such. She has an impressive garden, nearly as impressive vinyl collection and is a wicked pool & dart player. Ironically loves chess but only loosely learned how to play so she never goes in with a plan, is a lowkey nerd in lots of things so feel free to nerd out with her 9 times out of 10.

IN HER WORDS:

“What’s it like, living in Fairford? Did you ever picture yourself settling down here or did you always know this would be your home?”

“Fairford has always been my home. I’m a born and bred native, sweetheart, so I’ve never really imagined myself anywhere else. At least in a permanent sense.” Vitoria mused, biting into a fry. “I considered settling in Ireland permanently, after college when I was traveling. It was the closest sense to home that I’ve felt beyond the borders of Fairford, so you can imagine the temptation for me. But I guess to make a long answer short; I’ve always known I’d end up in town one way or another. And when I inherited the record store, it set things in motion for me.”

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“If you could recommend one hidden gem around town everyone should try, what is it? What makes it so special?”

“Well now if I told you where a hidden gem of a place was, that would defeat the whole purpose of it being a hidden gem. Wouldn’t it babes?” Tori joked before shaking her head. “I’m just messing with you, we don’t gatekeep here. Crusty’s, the pizza place yea? If it suddenly becomes super popular after this and I can’t get a table I’m comin’ to fight. But they make the best pizza, absolutely never fails to brighten my day—or night—depending on when I manage to grab a box for myself.”

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“It’s the little things in life; tell me three things that bring you a great deal of joy or put a smile on your face.”

“Oh let’s go, these are the kind of questions I love to answer. My Pinterest boards could probably give you better answers but let’s try this. 1. Driving my Bronco on those picturesque summer afternoons that are moving into evenings, where the sun is setting but the air is still warm. Some 80’s or 90’s song is playing on the radio and seems like time is irrelevant. 2. Picking vegetables from my garden, or watering flowers when the sky is that ominous grey and the clouds are rolling in, the smell of rain on the air and the anticipation that that first crack of thunder brings. 3. Working late nights at the record shop restocking for the next day, music playing softly in the background with takeout boxes scattered on the counter."

[amoqa]

The material dimension of Clouds by Pluriversidad Nómada

We are more than delighted to invite you to the launch of <<The material dimension of Clouds>> by Pluriversidad Nómada. The book is bilingual (English and Spanish) and will be presented in English by its editors Lucía Egaña Rojas and Ce Quimera. On the 30th of April, at 18:30 at the space of AMOQA (Manousogianni 6).

The material dimension of Clouds presents narratives around sciences, technologies, extractivism, the environmental crisis, the relationship to (misnomered) "natural resources", as well as those between bodies (both human and non-human), the living and supposed non-living. With this book we wish to approach the material dimension we inhabit, knowing this draws us closer to long-term memory, diverse speculations, and abandoning what is human as our analytical matrix, among other outcomes. Contemplating the volatile and aerial idea of what is often called "the cloud" connects us with the ground, with land, and also with what is stored at the bottom of the sea: thousands and thousands of kilometers of cables that transport information between devices and servers. We are caught up in a colonial and extractivist history that is not only about so-called "raw materials" or the internet, but also about deeper layers of meaning, of bodies, energies, spiritualities and knowledge that continue to sustain us. In this context we believe that the concept of "climate change" obscures deep historical implications, so we prefer to connect with a long-term memory of the Earth and that which inhabits it to address this current moment, weaving fragments into a partial and incomplete fabric that might give us clues on how to imagine the materiality we are part of.

Pluriversidad Nómada Pluriversidad Nómada was born from the desire to generate a loving space, one that serves as a context for practices and debates to take place around issues that confront us on a daily basis. This space seeks to question the umbrella concept of "art, science and technology", in order to densify its use by situating it materially in context. For Pluriversidad Nómada, these three words provide an excuse to devise other radical pedagogies capable of enabling pluriversal thought and action, disobeying the mandates of the academy and the pretended universality of modern Western knowledge. https://pluriversidadnomada.net/

“The Material dimention of Clouds” Editing: Lucía Egaña Rojas y Ce Quimera. Edition by Pluri Ediciones

With contributions by: Tau Luna Acosta, Tatiana Avendaño, María Bajo, Romina Casile, Anaís Córdova-Páez, Ana CSC, Lucía Egaña Rojas, val flores, Kina Madno, Elízabeth Manjarrés Ramos, Lucrecia Masson Córdoba, Thais de Menezes, Valeska Morales Urbina, Caro Novella, iki yos piña funes, Ce Quimera, Natalia Rivera, Iria Rodríguez, danele sarriugarte mochales, Pablo Selín, Roberta Stubs, Nur Tissera y Sophia Wong.

English translation: Stephanie Graham Editorial design, cover and inside images: Camila Gonzalez S. - ilacami Number of pages: 183 ISBN: 978-84-128020-1-6 First edition Barcelona, February 2024 cc – by-nc-sa 4.0

Produced by Allianz Fundation and Fundation Daniel y Nina Carasso.

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The delicate balance between showing them everything is okay without them even when it’s not and letting them know they’re still needed

[shes-her-own-hero-now]

That episode was too much lol.

I really did not want Emilio to mess around with Natalia. He needs to discover himself and grow on his own like many of you guys were saying. I do like him and Natalia together, but he has too much going on. Needs to focus on his family and mental health.

I am super sad Val and Rafa stayed behind. I was hoping after her talk with Beto, Val would change her mind. I wonder how that’s going to play out the CPS and the case worker and all. Poor Emilio. I do love love LOVE the relationship that Beto and Val have and I hope that never never changes.

Javier was wilding for asking Gloria to have another baby. Lucia is really going through it man. It’s such a shame she decided to have sex because of the comments Val made about her not being feminine. Little kids are savage af and don’t even realize it. Their words can hurt too. I am glad that she and Matthew are close though. 

Unpopular opinion but everyone is crazy over the actor that plays Emilio. I get it and definitely see why. If it were a few years ago, I think I would be on the train with ya’ll. Beto is so so so much more attractive to me though!

[willexxmercer]

Hello

Lucia: It’s me

Beto: Is it me you’re looking for

Val: Darkness my old friend

Emilio: My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.

[tsukiknows]

“𝐼’𝓂 not controlling! I just like for things to be done exactly the right way and sometimes the right way just happens to be my way. ”

[timeonourside]

Running In The Shadows + Core Four

Happy birthday lgbtq+ Pride!

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Final Session of Arc 1, Fate Touched

Session 10:

Inveni Domus, otherwise known as The Search Party, is a group of five skilled individuals who are dedicating their time to recovering the Novus Designs. These ancient artifacts were some of the first magical items ever created, only ever brought together once in recorded history by the circle of eight, the founding fathers of modern magic (ie Bigby, Volo, Modenkainen, Otiluke, etc.). Their main goal is to ultimately stop Lady Cecilia, a powerful entity who claims she is a god, from obtaining any of the designs to use for her own unpleasant purposes. 

Current Party Members: 

Avaar Acosta - High Elf Arcane Archer

Calladyne - Half-Elf Glamour Bard

Dixillion Ramada - Human Revenant Champion Fighter

Val Ganderstim - Aasimar Warlock of the Raven Queen

Veir Torunn - Dwarven Gunslinger

Artifacts recovered: 2

Turmoil on the Tundra

It’s the dead of winter up in the icy plains that encircle the peaks of Lyrengorn. The party had just recovered Cepheus, the Shroud of Tears, The Second. The clasp, created by the pre-ascended Raven Queen, is now worn by Val, who has just fucked up.

Like, big time.

The party had been in Bigby’s tower, stumbling through weird gravity, hacking desperately at enormous mimics, and getting stomped on by powerful constructs in bath houses. They eventually reached Bigby’s study, recovering the item as well as the wizard’s personal journal. Reading through, they had found more information about other Novus Designs and one was mentioned to be a bow. 

Most party members immediately looked to Avaar, as she seemed a likely candidate to wield it. However, Avaar expressed her dislike to take on another magical item that was going to attract the attention of undesirables. 

Avaar, prior to meeting the party, had willingly put on armor owned by a man named Lucidious. She soon found out, however, that she could not remove the armor and that the wearer had to obey all of their master’s commands. Lucidious turned out to be a massive evil dick and turned Avaar’s life into a living nightmare, forcing her to do terrible things, making her work for evil organizations.

Lucidious was killed in an attack, leaving Avaar free of him, but not of the armor. She came to Tal’dorei and joined up with Inveni Domus, eventually revealing to her friends the curse she had to live with. In an fight with Hags, Avaar was left greatly injured and mentally scarred, going into a nightmarish coma. Later, after she awoke and helped the party fend of Queen Cecilia’s lackeys, the armor began to break and chip away, finally getting fully removed when the party realized the magic binding it to Aavar was no longer there.

After Avaar had understandably voiced her distaste to take on another magical item, Val, on an rather unkind impulse, had commented “Well, you did wear that armor for a while,” implying that the arcane archer had also attracted unwanted attention and terrible things in her time enslaved to Lucidious. 

Avaar just walked out. Dixie gave chase, while Calladyne followed more slowly. Val stayed behind to help Veir gather the items they needed before heading out into the Tundra. A blizzard was approaching on the horizon.

Calladyne reprimanded Val for the comment, pointing out how the 16-year-old had been rather unkind to the group and really needed to re-examine how she treated her friends.

Val, still desperate to apologize, ran off to find Dixie and Avaar. When she caught up, Avaar snapped at the Warlock.

“You don’t think I don’t know what I have done? I have to live with that guilt every day!” (I’m paraphrasing here) “Is this how you treat your friends? Grow up Val!”

The blizzard finally hit the party, making it hard to see. They discuss whether or not to take shelter in Bigby’s tower or make the trek back to Lyrengorn. They don’t get the chance to decide was a massive form dashed past, scooping up Val in the process.

Two Yetis, attracted by the very loud noises we were making, decided to pay us a visit. 

For the first half of the battle, Val was basically a football, getting thrown about and used as a bludgeoning weapon. 

They were able to defeat the Yetis due to a well timed Hypnotic Pattern by Calladyne. 

Licking their wounds, the party headed back for Lyrengorn, trading their winter cloths for garments more suited for tropical weather. Avaar and Dixie head off together to find out more information from the Archdruid of the main temple in the sanctuary while Veir, Calladyne, and Val head off on seperate business. 

Avaar and Dixie speak with the head ArchDruid, asking about the Winter Court in the Feywilde (of which they believe Calladyne was part of). Yura says it is a nasty topic, and that the queen is the nastiest topic of that court. The Archdruid describes her as cold and vicious, and that she is a dangerous entity to have as an enemy. Calladyne spends time at a shrine to the Archeart, a god that she once worshipped before she was taken into a Fey court. Unsure of her belief in gods, she asks for guidance of some kind. She feels nothing, but she later discovers a new line at the end of her newest song.

Val goes to inform the airship captain that they found what they were looking for, only to instead receive word that the archanist (Allura Vysoren) they were originally going to visit in Vasselheim had shown up in Whitestone. Lord and Lady De Rolo had informed her of the party’s activities and intent, causing the mage to contact the entire Arcana Pansophical and bring the matter to their attention. They are to leave in the morning and head directly for Vasselheim, instead of going to Emon and then charter a ship to the holy city.

Val goes to the hostel where they were staying to inform the group of this new change, but finds only Calladyne (Performing Cherry Wine). After passing along the information, Val says she is going to sleep in the airship for the night, to get out of the party’s way. Calla says the party wouldn’t mind, but understands if Val was uncomfortable. Before Val leaves, Calladyne says she wants to talk later, when everyone’s heads are clearer.

Veir heads off into the city in search of something, but the party does not know what happens until later.

As night takes the sanctuary city, Calladyne performs for the people, garnering many new fans after another stunning performance (and raising her fame stat to 13). Avaar was also able to glean some more backstory about Veir’s past, learning that his drive was to prove the capability of firearms and, by extension, himself.

Calladyne and Avaar (they are an item) share an intimate moment that night and Avaar tells Calladyne that she’s been looking into the Feywilde so that she can help the bard if her past ever comes back. Calladyne sees the effort put in to helping her / saving her and breaks down, recognizing that she might actually be free from the Archfey and Her illusions. Calla tells her lover everything that happened to her while she was in the Feywilde in the court of a sadistic archfey. The full extent of these terrible events are secret for now, but who knows when they may come spilling out.

The party departed on the small De Rolo airship they had arrived in the next morning. For two weeks they traveled, and for two weeks, there were some shenanigans and conversations to be had.

Apparently, on his short trip around the city, Veir had acquired magical eye gear that allowed him to read multiple languages. He needed them in order to properly read Bigby’s journal, which was written in several different languages.

Avaar wasn’t ready to deal with it.

He also made a kite for some reason.

It wasn’t very well crafted.

Calladyne was able to finally pull Val aside for their talk, mentioning a certain incident that had occurred in Whitestone.

Long story short, emotions were running high when baby Vax was taken, so when the council member who had betrayed the royal family refused to answer any questions regarding the organization she worked for, Val had gotten…trigger happy.

After another refusal to comply, even though the warlock was threatening to kill the woman and use her pact of the tome ability that allowed the questioning of a soul, Val shot off eldritch blasts into the Myriad member’s chest, killing the bound captive. She asked her question and through the fast action of Calladyne, the present party members were able to revivify the woman.

Val had never killed someone is cold blood before. She hadn’t even considered it until Calladyne had pointed it out. Additionally, Calladyne mentioned similar things happening to her (being killed and revived) on multiple occasions, though she doesn’t specify further. This led to some very troubled thoughts and inner turmoil for the young Aasimar.

“I’m afraid of snakes.” Those were the first words Avaar addressed Val with since their confrontation outside of Bigby’s tower.

“When my siblings and I would fight, we’d make up by telling each other a secret about ourselves,” Avaar explained.

Val admitted she didn’t like dressing like a goth, which she had been doing since she was twelve. She preferred her current Valkyrie look over the dark aesthetic she had thought all Raven Queen took up.

Later, as the airship neared Vasselheim, Calla and Avaar shared a talk about fate. Avaar refuses to believe in it, not trusting her life in the hands of a god, preferring that her past was controlled solely by her own actions. Calla confessed that she believed the opposite, that they were destined to be on this path. She told Avaar she’d rather die a martyr than live as a survivor.

Vasselheim in view now, the party finds that the artifacts they currently have react in the presence of one another, becoming more active and magically charged. Dixie’s hand has also begun to glow, shining brighter and brighter the closer the party neared the city.

Landing just outside the city, Val is practically jumping for joy, excited to finally officially commune with her patron and show her friends around the city she was trained in not too long ago.

Dixie and Calla head off to the Platinum Sanctuary first, the scale on Dixie’s hand shining brighter as they approached Bahamut’s center of worship.

Dixie met the dragon god who resurrected her, confused and conservative about her true feelings towards her current relationship with the god of justice. 

Mad props to our DM @its-okay-to-yowz​ because he made one hell of a scary dragon god when he began screaming “DON’T LIE TO ME DIXILLION!”

Through a bit more prodding, The Platinum Dragon was able to get his revenant to embrace her desire for vengeance. They rounded out their conversation almost like coach psyching up their player for a game.

Dixie is now a Champion Fighter with one level in Paladin.

Veir ventured off to go gather supplies while Avaar was dragged along by Val to the Duskmeadow. 

Upon approaching the steps, the doors are opened for the pair and Val’s raven flies off, leading them to the pool of blood deep in the temple. Val won’t shut up, voicing her previous frustration that the priests wouldn’t let her into the communion room before. Avaar is visibly nervous about the whole process, despite Val’s assurances that everything is going to be fine.

Shedding some clothing, Val tells Avaar that things might get wonky with time and she may be going for a while before practically swan diving into the pool of icy blood.

Val still has to come to very cusp of death in order to see her patron, so it takes her a moment to work up the will to actively drown herself. Avaar watches as the surface where Val disappeared gets violently disturbed after a minute, showing obvious signs of someone drowning, but she holds herself back as the blood eventually stills. No body floats to the top.

Val finds herself in the same dark space she usually sees in her dreams, her Raven on the floor in front of her. Normally, it would either speak as her Patron or become her Patron, but this time it transforms into a man. It’s Vax.

He beckons the warlock and she follows excitedly, heading into the blackness, seemingly going nowhere.

Eventually, the ground becomes smooth obsidian granite and a doorway appears. Vax turns to Val.

“No matter what happens, you should know that she is so proud of you.” He presses a simple black bracelet of woven thread into her hand before Val steps inside. 

Val enters the Raven Queen’s throne room, a chamber made of shifting shadows. The Goddess herself is in her smaller form, appearing more humanoid as she welcomes Val. 

(The order as to what was said here is a bit wonky, but the details are there.)

The Matron of Ravens tells Val that she is glad to finally speak with her, noting how Val is wearing her clasp, and that she and the other gods have seen something on the horizon that they can’t make out. The strings of fate have blurred. She explains that in her desperation to find a candidate to enforce her hand in the conflict to come, she chose the young Aasimar, much to young at the time to be burdened with such a task. She apologized to Val for how things were, but Val just replied “I’m used to it. This is what I want to do. I chose to follow you on my own, it was my decision to make.” 

The Raven Queen removed her mask at that point, revealing her true face to a now crying Val. She whispered her name to her warlock, locking the secret into the back of the teenager’s mind. Val knows the name, it’s within her, but she doesn’t actually have to means to recall it or speak it. She just carries with her the knowledge that she knows the name.

Val finds out from her Goddess that there were five fate touched that the Gods were scrambling to get a hold of, Val among them. It is implied that the others are the members of Inveni Domus.

Val apologized for not upholding the values she was supposed to embody in Whitestone, to which the Raven Queen agrees that it was a most undesirable action that should never occur again. 

The Raven Queen warns again that there are dark times ahead, that she is fearful of not being able to see where the threads are leading. Val tells her that she’ll shine some light on the matter. RQ tells Val to go get ‘em (or something the writer will be editing this later) to which Val says “You know I will.” 

Feathers.

Cut to six hours later. Avaar has been worried sick, curing fate and the Raven Queen, afraid for the youngest party member. Val bursts out of the pool, yelling for Avaar. Helping the teen out of the pool, Avaar asks what happened. Val tells her all about the meeting (leaving out certain, more private bits), trying to dispel Avaar’s worry.

Avaar, however, is not convinced, still apprehensive to trust a God who chose a 16-year-old to be her champion. Val tells her that she doesn’t think she is her goddess’s champion, that the man she met in the meeting was the holder of that title.

Avaar asked what happened to him. Val’s response was not comforting. (bottom right corner doodle in previous picture.

So we close, zooming out from the five fate touched as they attend to their various activities. 

A Fate Forged in Iron (Veir)

A Fate of Vengeance (Dixie)

A Fate Embraced (Calladyne)

A Fate Looking Ahead  (Val)

A Fate Redeemed (Avaar) 

 author’s note :The crazy thing is, we all developed our backstories and characters separately, having no knowledge of what anyone was planning. @its-okay-to-yowz wanted us to all be fate touched from the very start, even before we created characters, as we had all been brought together by chance at GenCon and through a couple of chance meetings and well timed inquiries. 

He created a Novas Design made by the Raven Queen even he knew that Val was going to be a Warlock of hers. Our character colors all match up. Tony was able to take elements of our backstories and weave them together. Calla and Avaar both went through similar stories of trauma and abuse, bonding over their shared struggles. It was meant to be the whole time, and we had no idea. Tony just sat back and watched us flounder about and struggle to grasp how perfect our stories were and how well everything fit together.

Thus the first arc as named Fate Touched.

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Emilio’s song “If I needed you.”

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PLOT DROP 001 - The North Star Goes Dark?

For days, the storm lingered just on the horizon; as if testing the might & will of the Port Vale locals, to see how long they could withstand the suspense of it’s impending force. When it finally hit, suddenly as if it had held back waiting, there was little warning of it’s approach other than cool winds and low clouds. The ocean had come for Port Vale with a vengeance, the waves reaching for the shore, hungry and greedy.

As suddenly as it had begun, the storm ceased and the clouds rolled out, leaving the town recovering from the damage of it’s rage. Victoria Wolfgang’s task force were busy through the storm, but in the ocean, there were more forces at work trying to protect the town; Reef Lockslan & Lazarus were in their hippocampi form, just out of sight of the humans (and undercover mer) helping from land. It was in the howling worst of the storm that Laz froze, hit with a wave of lost memories, fragments of a dark cave, unfamiliar voices... fuzzy and overpowering. Reef was able to keep him from harm, the ocean aiming it’s strongest tides to Laz, but they both could hear the voice in the water; come back. An argument between sirens Valentina Romanova & Elistra Smith ended as the storm hit, but on the way back to her apartment, a car slid due to the rain and came skidding off of the road, catching Val off-guard and nearly pinning her between it and the wall of The Starbeach Café, causing minor damage to the siren & major damage to the café. Elistra had her hands busy helping Victoria; she’d headed to the chapel to check on those seeking shelter, when she saw Quinn Darcy struggling in the storm. The Kelp Forrest Campsite had flooded, and Q was trying to make it through the knee-deep water when the strong winds pushed debris into him, the ocean greedy to pull him down & away. The siren got him to safety with some struggle, but they both would be sporting bruises & minor injuries in the days following. 

It wasn’t just the town suffering; on the outskirts, Emilia Acosta & Renzie Anand found themselves without shelter in the heavy rain by the castle ruins. The beaten path towards town was covered with water rushing to the cliffs, and Emilia nearly stumbled to her death over the decline of the rocks. As she started to fall, Renzie pulled her back to safety, but not before she saw something odd in the corner of her eyes; heads in the water, swimming expertly despite the powerful waves, as if they were part of the ocean itself... but then they were gone, off in the direction away from town. 

The day after the storm, the town came together with Mayor Xander Blackmore to access the damage to the town & ensure everyone was safe. The biggest news of the hour that morning? 

The North Star Lighthouse was back in working order, light brighter than ever. And the mysterious emerald pendant? Gone, again. Unknown to the town, Mellora Atoll had staged a break-in at the museum, trusting mermaids from the North Atlantic with the task of returning the artifact... but the storm had overpowered them, too, and the gemstone was now lost into the unforgiving sea. The superstitious locals whisper good riddance, the damn thing was cursed, the damn thing broke our lighthouse, good riddance! In general, the locals were happy to brush the recent events off and return to normal under the cloudless skies, storm in the past - but for those who know better?

It felt like just the beginning. 

[willexxmercer]

Acosta Siblings Series (4/5) “I'm a good girl because my parents made sure of it, and I still need them. And I'm going to need them for a really long time.”