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[ JOUST ] - Impress someone by sparring with them by the shoreline or fighting for their honor while they watch from the seating area. The Adrestians know how to put on a good show, so why not take advantage of the beautifully decorated space by the sea? Use stage weapons that are both impressive and humorous to create an entertaining experience!
They were merely stage weapons. That was it. Finn took no pleasure in a toy blade. As he examined the specimens, he was reminded of the new professor he had spent time with repairing weapons. Such was a comfortable quiet that he rarely found in the academy.
Finn scans the crowd to see if she might be here. He recalls how she stated she was foreign nobility; many of students and faculty alike were as well. The ball appeared to be a prime destination for such folk. It is finally that he sees her towards the edge of the ballroom and approaches.
"Princess Say'ri," he calls. "Good evening to you. I hope you are enjoying the festivities." A pause. A double-take. "If you are so inclined, perhaps you might inspect the fake sparring weapons with me. I enjoyed your knowledge of warcraft." "Of course, if you are already occupied, do not feel obliged."
"Sir Finn!" A familiar face amongst the sea of strangers is pleasant always, and Say'ri quickly offers a slight bow as a means of providing him with a proper greeting. Despite her status, the fall of Chon'sin meant that she spent little time in situations such as these, this Ball being one of the first and only events she's attended-- it's ... strange, a bit unnerving, but to have a chance to unwind is sorely appreciated. " 'Tis different from what I am accustomed to," She begins, sounding a bit sheepish. "Yet I do not mean this in a negative manner. I... like it." I like the peace. The ability to see everyone happy. Her head tilts quizzically upon his mention of fake weapons, though, her eyes flitting to look at the props provided. They look decent enough, but it's obvious that they're made of flimsy material upon closer inspection-- and an idea strikes. "You and I are warriors more than socialites. Let us try these out- and let us indulge in what we are best at. I challenge you, Sir Finn! To the winner goes the spoils... the charm at my neck. What say you?"
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She lets Say'ri guide her through the crowd. Often, it is the other way around, with Tiki's whims sending them every which way - but not today.
"Yes; well," she starts, before realizing that Say'ri is right. It is not that she has yet to attend something of this import, but rather, that she has yet to do so as an adult. Of course, she remembers faintly, fondly, of Marth's ascension, his marriage, the infectious joy of his halls.
But she has yet to walk them hand in hand with someone of her own. As a woman, no longer little.
"It is my first celebration alongside a most esteemed guest. It will not be wasted," she giggles.
Her guardian's intent is clear - she's uncharacteristically excited about all this. Normally it is Tiki who leads them on such whimsical quests. Perhaps, she's rubbed off on Say'ri more than she knows.
Say'ri touch guides her gently. The game stall is filled out with bright prizes, and she can't help but want to win them all. It is not as if she has played many games in the long centuries since her childhood - but to do so now feels appropriate, after all. Instinctively, she hooks her arm through Say'ri's, jerking her closer to the bright colors. Her gaze catches on a red dragon, then a blue bear, then a white pegasus.
"Oh, these are simply wonderful, Say'ri! Look, look!" Tiki is practically jumping with excitement, pointing at the prospective prizes. "Such craftsmanship! They are adorable, aren't they?" Her eyes tear away to set quizzically on her princess.
"And here I thought I'd have to win these myself. You are truly a kind friend, Say'ri. Come, won't you obtain these, for me?"
The high energy of the party infectious, her skin is practically buzzing, cheeks pink. Giddy, adrenaline making the most of the hour, she presses forward, pulling on Say'ri's arm for leverage, raising herself on the tips of her toes. A brief kiss alights on the princess's cheek.
"You must!"
The enthusiasm that immediately lights up Tiki's face is enough to draw a fond chuckle from Say'ri, not even remotely bothered at the way her arm is jostled as the other bounces on her feet. Yet she doesn't have much time to etch the memory into her mind before she feels an extra tug and she leans over slightly, just in time for Tiki to press a soft kiss to her cheek. Say'ri feels the wind leave her lungs, eyes widening as her face heats up exponentially, feeling the red creeping up the length of her neck. Pah, she's weak for being so susceptible to this embarrassment and she knows it-- but how can she not? How can she not, when the sun that she orbits blesses her with her warmth time and time and time again? A light that she is sure others are more fit to bear.... but it is not her decision to make. Squaring her shoulders and taking in a deep breath, she strides forward to motion to the booth's owner to procure a chance at claiming her Lady's spoils. Three darts, three targets-- it seems simple enough, though the tiny projectiles fit strangely in her hands. Either way, Say'ri knows what she must do... and she will prevail.
Roll: 15, 14, 8! Hit x2.
The first two hit close to the center, while the last doesn't make it within the confines of victory. Yet still, childish wonder sets in upon her features as she glances down to Tiki with a mix of surprise and pride, feeling emboldened by her success. "That takes care of two... Would you like to try for the last, my Lady? Or shall I carry us home to victory?" @naganokoe
“ Hey, are you alright? You were pretty loud in that game over there. ” The announcer had already attracted attention, and Leif had considered spectating, but it was when one person from that side of the beach had been shouting curses left and right that it had really pulled him from his thoughts elsewhere. Thinking to investigate it, he comes in at the tail-end when the woman in question had already been eliminated, hobbling away.
He still doesn't know what happened in the game but...
“ Your foot looks pretty bad. ” Her sandals make it a bit easier to discern than otherwise. He kneels, offering, “ I'm a healer. I can heal this for you. I can't imagine you'd want to keep it like this... Is that alright?? ”
Though her foot is wounded, nothing has taken more damage than her pride has. To be defeated so swiftly in this game-- by a CRUSTACEAN, no less. A tiny creature who was no bigger than even a fraction of her foot! Yet that lifeform held more bloodlust than some massive beasts she's seen, judging by how readily and quickly it decided to latch on. Say'ri almost wishes it pinched Darios, too. So another may share in her pain, yet she does realize it's a petty thought. An unfamiliar voice calls to her, and she feels her face heating up upon recalling that LITERALLY EVERYONE just watched her freak out because of a crab. A clearing of her throat follows as she steels herself for the conversation to come, hoping desperately it's not one made to poke fun at the situation. And it's not. The boy shows genuine concern, and she blinks for a few moments before offering him a smile. She's no stranger to various cuts and bruises, and this is nothing compared to what she went through alongside Chrom... "That's very kind of you, sir," She opts for taking a seat on a nearby bench, sighing as she tilts her head back slightly. " 'Tis not as bad as it seems. I believe I am more anguished over my pathetic reasoning for a loss..." Speaking of which. Where is that crab?
There's a split second where Say'ri feels her blood run cold, because in the moments that Leif kneels before her... she sees the little bastard, set free by Darios's hand as it skitters towards her newfound ally.
It's at his-- his butt. She stares it down, mortified, opening her mouth to speak with sweat beading at her forehead and a shaky hand pointing. It's already raising its deadly little claw, reaching out for an innocent man's hind end. "Sir, wait-- Behind you--"
twister? i hardly even know her
twister @ toaball2025. game start!
Dheginsea had stood straighter when his ears had caught the name of a recent event occurring just down the shore. Twister. A simple beorc game.. and the one he had been defeated in last year. Eliminated in the most humiliating way possible…
Parting through the gathering crowds, Dheginsea makes his way and steps up to the wheel, casting a brief glance at the mat with stern determination. Of all the opponents already on the mat, Dheginsea only recognized two. One of which is a young man he'd rather not approach, much less get near. The other, Camilla, the woman who had kissed the back of his head and had eluded him since…
“Dheginsea of Goldoa” He finally announces, giving the wheel a light yet firm spin. Undeterred by one of its participants.
Dheginsea spins the wheel. Roll 1d5: Left Leg.
Dheginsea strides with confidence to the designated yellow tile the wheel had stopped on, placing his left foot down with all the seriousness of a commander. His will solid and unwavering. Though a simple beorc game, truly, it is one Dheginsea had learned to not underestimate despite its simple actions.
He will not make a fool of himself again.. and slip.
Though the dragon could only hope that his left leg wouldn't fail him once more.
Politely ignoring Darios'.. existence, he turns to look at his fellow faculty member. “Camila, It has been a while.. You do remember who I am, no ?"
Takumi had wandered over to see what all this “twister” fuss was about- in hindsight, a terrible idea. But now he was standing in front of the mat and the crowd assembled around it was staring at him like they expected something.
And of course Darios was playing. At least he looked stupid doing a headstand on the mat.
Whatever. Fine, he’ll play too.
“Takumi of Hoshido,” he announced, as those before him had done. Stepping up to the wheel, he gave it a spin.
Takumi spins the wheel! Roll 1d5: 3, Right hand.
He took off his zori and placed them to the side, then stepped onto the edge of the mat, leaning over to place his right hand squarely on the blue circle. He had ended up behind Leo’s retainer Niles, which wasn’t exactly a desirable position in general, but was one Takumi was completely fine with considering… other possibilities. Eyeing Camilla and Chrom also doing headstands on opposite sides of the mat, he silently prayed that he wouldn’t have to join them anytime soon.
Those who approached were certainly from all different walks of life-- Say'ri had to keep her jaw from falling to the ground when the man introduced as Dheginsea offered himself as a contender in their contest. She had seen people just as tall, yes, but.... how in the hells was she supposed to beat THAT? And sir Chrom. Oh, sir Chrom. A hand is placed over her mouth as she tries so hard to keep it together, stifling as many of her chuckles as she can. It doesn't work, though, and it's easy for anyone to hear the crack in her demeanor. Camilla, Niles.... both hailing from a place she doesn't recognize. Takumi does as well, yet it seems as if they may share some similarities. Then there's Darios. Who looks pissed, ready to kill, and she can FEEL the brooding aura from across the mat. Say'ri is silently thankful that she's not standing right next to him, and she squares her shoulders as it's her turn to call for a spin of the wheel. "Allllllllllllrighty! Say'ri, was it....? Looks like you're getting... Left hand on blue!" Easy enough, it seems. Right?
Say'ri rolls 1d20: 3. FAIL. BIG FAT FAILURE.
Evidently fucking not. You've been sabotaged. Say'ri leans over to the side in order to stretch her arm out, and before she has much of a chance to do anything... she can feel her foot slipping-- and with an embarrassing amount of wiggling, she quickly stops her fall and breathes a long, well-deserved sigh of relief. Until she feels a pinch. Which, at first, is fine. But very quickly, alarmingly so, the pinch turns into a STAB right on the end of her big toe. And she screams. In agony. As if the fires of hell have risen out of the beach itself, swallowing her whole in its blaze; the Princess of Chon'sin immediately rights herself to glance down at what manner of foul beast has struck at her... only to find a little crustacean staring up at you with wonder and curiosity in its beady little eyes.
Aw. It's cute! Say'ri opens her mouth to say something about it before its little pinchers get even more brazen and dig in harder to the exposed skin, and she VIOLENTLY shakes her foot with every curse known to man escaping her. "FOUL CREATURE, YOU DARE? GET.... OFF!!" The little crab shoots out like a rocket, smacking right into Darios's face. Say'ri doesn't seem to care as she grabs at her foot, hobbling off of the mat with little care for the game still in mind. And certainly not a second glance spared for the culprit of her defeat.
Say'ri has been eliminated!
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It's a long established habit to easily fall into step with the woman next to her, lingering just close enough to provide her arm with the occasional brush of their shoulders. She feels like a young girl with how giddily her heart flips in the moments dark eyes glance down to take in the beauty of not only the Voice of Naga, but the visage of someone who occupies far more of her affections than she'd like to admit out loud. Say'ri feels like she's begun to take the wall between them down, brick by brick. It's not one constructed by Lady Tiki, either-- it's one that she forced herself to create. To maintain a respectful distance, to protect her fealty to the Voice. As a vassal, and nothing more. But they were friends now, weren't they? This was what her Lady wished, and so it would be. Perhaps she doesn't deserve this kindness, but it is not her choice on whether to accept it or not. " 'Tis your first celebration, if I remember correctly," Say'ri muses as she gently leads Tiki through the crowds, careful to carve a pathway through the patrons with her own body if necessary. "I believe I have several ideas that we can indulge in. I ask for your trust this evening, my Lady- I shall not let you leave without having the time of your life." The smile that stretches across her face is nothing short of radiant, though a hint of mischief flashes in the depths of her eyes.
"Here. Come, come." Not far from them is a booth, decorated with all manner of trinkets and prizes; yet in some of the netting situated near the top, several obnoxiously large plushies with stupidly adorable designs are displayed for those who dare to challenge the games presented... and Say'ri is nothing if not persistent, her pride driving her to make the mental vow to win for Tiki anything that she wants. She'd give her the world, if she asked for it. She'd give her all of her tomorrows, and she only wished she could give her her yesterdays as well.
"Well? You need only say the word- and I will win it for you. I do know you have your love for stuffies..."
They are hardly through the threshold before Tiki observes the night's game. Though she had thought little of the seashell pinned to her dress, seeing them passed around had caught her eye. This was the first event that Tiki could attend with Say'ri on her arm, and she was going to ensure they appear as the package they now are.
She stops, and raises a hand to squeeze Say'ri's arm. Her eyes are full of the sparkling whimsy of the room, but she lowers her voice to a little whisper.
"We ought to match our charms, don't you think? We are arriving together, after all." This time, she turns to her princess, grabbing at a seashell from her satchel. "Come, let me affix this to your lapel. Oh come, lean down a bit so I can attach it properly."
There hasn't been a second in which a fond smile hasn't donned her face, her arm kept snug and secure within Tiki's grasp-- despite the crowds of patrons gathered here, Say'ri doesn't have to sift through them to know that nobody here can begin to compare to the beauty of the woman beside her. Her eyes don't even bother to glance anywhere else but at her lady's face, a light chuckle escaping at her suggestion. "Aye, I'm inclined to agree," Say'ri heartily offers her support before leaning over to make up for the differences in their height, her free hand coming up to fiddle with the clasp of her necklace for a moment. It takes little effort to undo it, and once Tiki has placed her own charm on the lapel of her jacket, she motions for her companion to turn around. "Allow me, my Lady. I believe a pearl fits you quite well- in Chon'sin, there are some folktales that state that pearls are merely tears of mythical beings." Leaning to the side, Say'ri's fingers gently brush Tiki's hair out of the way as she carefully winds the necklace around her front, bringing the clasps around to the back as her breath remains close to her partner's ear. "Yet they're also touted for their beauty."
Once the clasp is properly closed, her hands linger for just a moment, fingertips trailing ever-so-slightly against her skin before pulling away. "I am incapable of believing that any pearl could shine brighter than you, however."
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twister @ toaball2025. game start!
"Laaaaaaaaaaaadies and gentlemen, party people! Our next event of the evening is a friendly little competition... a test of your reflexes, your dexterity-- and even your bravery!" Someone that Say'ri doesn't recognize is shouting into the night, a crowd of students and faculty alike seemingly enthralled by the challenges that the announcer keeps proposing to any and all that are interested. This one in particular has caught her attention, though, at the mention of putting her nerves to the test-- and she pauses to hear out the rest of the details provided. "The name of the game is simple. Twisterrrrrrr! Step on up, spin the wheel, and find out what's goin' where! It'd be easy if it was just you, though... so good luck winding and weavin' around your opponents!" This is certainly nothing like she's seen in Chon'sin, dark eyes sweeping across the wheel set up, before settling on the mat stretched out across the sand. She's suddenly thankful that she's worn a loose outfit that gives her plenty of room to move... and she boldly steps forward with a hand raised to volunteer as tribute. Little does she know, this is far worse than what she believes it to be. "We have our first challenger! What is your name, Miss?" All eyes are on her, now. And she swallows nearly audibly before speaking. "Say'ri, of Chon'sin." "Well nice to meet you, Say'ri! Come on, come on, there's no time to waste. Give that wheel a big ol' spin!"
His hands are at her shoulders in the blink of an eye, shuffling her towards the oversized prize wheel with various labels on it. She barely gets a chance to reach out before he's nudging her harder, and she nearly stumbles-- her hand barely catches the wheel before spinning it, feeling as if maybe she's just signed her soul to a devil.
Say'ri spins the wheel! Roll 1d5: Left Leg.
Easy enough. With a flourish of his hand, the event host directs her to the mat stretched out before bowing, allowing her to take the metaphorical stage. Her left foot easily makes contact with one of the red circles, and she lies in wait for her next challenger to appear. @soulsaligned, @old-scalebag, @dottingoldersister, @nohrianoutlaw, @fujins-favored
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twister @ toaball2025. game start!
[ BIRTHDAY GIFT ]
“Professor Say’ri!!” Yuzu notices the lady’s figure within this muddled crowd of a line. It is that same line that prevents the student from greeting her properly with a bow. Hopefully her justified tone is enough to symbolize her respect for the master.
She shifts her position on line slightly to get closer to Say’ri, making sure it isn’t enough for a spoiled sport to force her back to the end of the line. “Are you here to deliver your tribute for the noble’s date of birth? It was admittedly difficult to specify a present for one I barely know, but…”
Yuzu reaches for a belt within her dress to reveal something wrapped in white cloth. She lifts the cloth partially to show off a shortsword underneath, but is quick to keep the gift preserved in the light wrapping.
“If he is a fellow attendee of the academy, I am sure he would find preference in a light blade,” Yuzu smiles at herself in satisfaction before a pensive frown takes over. “Unless…his preferred style is not swordplay? But fie, everyone should enjoy the hold of a blade!
“Lady Say’ri, did you find a gift that…mayhaps could be more liked?”
There's so much noise in this godsdamned crowd that Say'ri barely makes out the voice of a familiar ally; her head swivels back and forth before her eyes finally lock with Yuzu's, and a swift nod is what she can manage to acknowledge her as the two of them shuffle through the throngs of patrons to come to stand next to each other. Despite the inconveniences of the overpopulated area... the princess of Chon'sin still wears a delighted smile on her face, excitement for the celebration reflected in her eyes. "Yuzu! 'Tis good to see you here- as for my gift... 'Twas quite a struggle indeed to pick something proper." As her student reveals her own gift, Say'ri's eyes widen. There's a beat of pause before she breaks out into laughter, removing the package tucked under her arm to fiddle with it-- it takes a few seconds before she's able to wrest it free and undo the wrapping to display her own offering to the birthday boy. Where Yuzu's is a shortsword, Say'ri had procured a katana from Chon'sin-- specially crafted on a personal favor, the sheen of the blade a testament to the care and skill put into its forging. This was an opportunity to begin to spread the specialties of her nation, and proffering a sample to one of the nobles of this land would serve as her starting point. "It seems we had the same idea! 'Tis perfect-- an opportunity to learn both styles. I cannot fathom a better offering, Yuzu; there is no downside to having a fine blade on hand. To have two is only a boon."
"Only a fool would not cherish these gifts."

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Say'ri is more than accustomed to what it feels like to be on the coast-- however, it's been quite a while since she's had time to relax on the beach. The humid air is a welcome reminder of home, and she's more relaxed than she has been in a long time. On a necklace, Say'ri holds the Pearl charm! She is attending with a date, more than happy to be serving as Lady Tiki's partner for the night.
Seashell: Starfish: Anchor: Turtle: Pearl: Fit under the cut!
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The weapons maintenance rooms were his safe place, albeit of what could be safe. Finn forgot himself in between the layers of metal and the hilts of a blade. Cleaning up the weapon allowed him to transcend his own thoughts for that brief respite. And he would keep coming back all that time to lose himself in the memory of that edge. Ever far from the battlefield, this was an easy and comfortable way to find himself in the groove of every weapon, to allow himself to be swallowed in its sharpness and depth.
His welcome to the other guest is merely a formality. Finn does not wish to intrude on someone else's space, nor does he genuinely wish to show someone around. He only makes himself available if it needs be.
She responds immediately. Finn is caught between the scent of the oil and the dimness of the maintenance rooms.
A princess. He had thought for a moment they could connect, but she was already thousands of malms above his level and station in life.
"I instruct for a variety of things," Finn responds. "My name is Finn." She'd said this was relaxing to her and yet....
"I also find this work relaxing," he finally admits. "There is something to it about reworking a blade......" Perhaps he'd said too much. "Well, anyway, do let me know if you run into any trouble. I am fairly familiar with these grounds."
"Wait!" Her words leave her lips before she even thinks to do so, and her stare is blank for a few seconds before she scrambles to rectify the situation that she's created. It's not that she has any issue with tending to the weapons alone... but it's more of the fact that she's searching for any sense of familiarity that she can in the chaos of adapting to this new environment. There had been so many times in the past where she recalled sitting alongside an ally, not even in conversation. The silence between them had been comforting as they tended to their weapons, the only noise being that of the rag against the cool steel of their blades-- and, of course, the one that she owes for ever showing her these things in the first place. Yen'fay always had been the type to sit in one place easily. As a child, Say'ri tried so hard to follow in his image, often imitating his routines in a desperate attempt to live up to the reputation he had created for himself. Looking back on it now, she knows that she had to have annoyed him... yet instead of chiding her or discouraging her, he only ever sat in silent support of her endeavors. She remembers the day that he allowed her to sit in his lap, taking her hands in his and showing her how to tend to even the tiniest of details on a katana, cotton ball applied to smudges that would be invisible to anyone else.
She remembers every movement of that ritual, and though the warmth of his hands has long since faded from her life, the warmth of his love has never once left her heart. "I.... apologize, I do not mean to disturb you." Say'ri begins, clearing her throat. "I simply thought p'rhaps you would have stories to share with me. Of the Monastery. The students?" Gods, she's sounding like an utter fool. "There is much to the culture here that I am not aware of..."
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Of course, as expected, Say'ri knew that the student who had introduced herself as Yuzu would quickly become interested in serving under her tutelage as a master of the sword-- she did not, however, expect this to be so soon. Yet it doesn't bother her in the slightest, and if anything, the idea warms her heart. For someone to be so eager and so unabashed in their care for their craft... it is the makings of a perfect pupil, ever vigilant in their pursuit for tailoring their skills to a higher level. So once they arrive to the training grounds, Say'ri stops in the center before gloved hands drop to the belt slung around her waist. It takes only a quick movement for the dual sayas to be removed from their latches, and she turns on her heel with arms outstretched in order to offer both blades to the student across from her. There's no hesitation in her decision, dark eyes staring straight at the girl who's piqued her interest from the beginning. "If you are to learn, Yuzu, then you are to become flexible," She gently places her sheathed katanas into the other girl's hands, careful not to allow them to fall to the dusty ground beneath them. "Allow yourself a moment to become acquainted with your new companions. A blade has many stories to tell, it is only a matter of whether you choose to hear them or not." Hers have certainly seen enough war and bloodshed to last anyone a lifetime or two. She is not proud of every life taken by them, yet Say'ri knows that she would do everything over again in order to protect the wellbeing of the Shepherds and her people. "Tell me. Are you listening?"
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Spoiler: They both fall Mission board ice skating shenanigans
Stahl has a couple of days before he's going to be actively put on patrol. They want to give him time to familiarize himself with the monastery as best as he can before he starts memorizing patrol patterns and shifts and such. It's nice to have some time after he'd traveled so far, and he's finding out that more than a few people he knows have made their way here.
As he meanders, his eye is caught by two things in very quick succession: First, people skating on the ice like he hasn't seen before, with thin blades strapped to their shoes. Second, Say'ri standing by the frozen pond, idly watching the people milling around, including those on the ice.
Grinning, he walks towards her, waving and calling her name to try and get her attention. "Say'ri! Hey, good to see you again! I didn't know you were here." He rests his hands loosely on his hips and smiles broadly down at her. "Were you thinking about skating? We should go together! Better to have company while having fun, right?"
@amatsuken
The look of bewilderment on her face quickly melts into recognition, then followed by sheer joy-- it was only a matter of time before she stumbled across other familiar allies, but it did come as a surprise that Stahl had meandered his way across the seas to come to Garreg Mach. As a result, she quickly pushed herself away from the rink's edge to throw her arms wide, a grin stretching from ear to ear. "Sir Stahl! 'Tis a pleasure to see you once again. I pray good tidings have brought you here to Fodlan?" There's plenty left unsaid in that statement, including the undercurrent of anxiety that Say'ri feels being separated from her homeland so soon after the vicious conflicts that plagued Ylisse. "'Twould have been folly of me to decline an opportunity to learn from others. I had no other choice but to accept such a rare chance to attend." "Yet there is so much more than simple instruction here. As you can see..." Say'ri motions to the ice that stretches out for quite the distance, filled with a sense of nostalgia. While she never had much time for an art like ice-skating, it wasn't uncommon for the lakes and streams of Chon'sin to freeze during the harsher winters-- somewhere, in the deep recesses of her mind, she recalls a time in which she tumbled on the icy surface, Yen'fay's strong and reliable arms catching her before she could hurt herself. Always keeping her out of harm's way. "The students certainly have plenty of hobbies to take up. What say you, Sir Stahl? Care to test your reflexes?" It takes only a few steps to take a seat at one of the nearby benches, and Say'ri is unable to keep a chuckle from bubbling up as she leans forward. "I had already procured my skates, actually. There should be spare pairs nearby." @siraverage
we love an npc who stays there and repeats the quest
It is a quiet society, you’ve come to learn. People keep to themselves unless they need something. This isn’t to say they aren’t wont to help one another out, mind you - many of the denizens here operate under the ‘scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours’ philosophy. So you decide to help with an errand, right? Great. Easy. Or so you thought. When you arrive at the smithy's to pick up a tool for the seamstress, you are sent to the bakery to find a quiche. But the baker in turn sends you to the fisherman to get oil. Ah, but he needs bait from the herbalist, first… Just how long is this quest going to last?! [Grants Authority +1] (starter for @amatsuken)
"Okay, I think if we stop by the apothecary we can pick up the saltpetre we need for the butcher, who was borrowing the twine from the seamstress, who needed some herbs from…Oh, I guess we can grab both things from the apothecary, then, right?"
She supposed that after a certain point, maybe they should have started keeping a list. It was so easy to say yes, of course they would help, when the requests were so small - the settlement wasn't terribly spread out, and it was a brisk walk from one end to the other, it didn't even wind her, but now after their third trip through the square it was seeming as though they might need to take a more strategic approach with all of this.
Lyn propped her hands on her hips for a moment and canted her head in thought. "Actually, the seamstress just said herbs, didn't she? Didn't mention which ones?"
It helped to have a partner for all of this, and the young lady that walked with her made up for the gaps in her knowledge when needed. Or, she supposed if it came down to it, the extra hands to carry everything they needed to deliver.
"Hm." Gently she tapped a finger to her chin, glancing back whence they had come. "I don't suppose it would be too much effort to go back and check. What do you think?"
What started as a simple list of tasks to complete has quickly devolved into more chaos than the two of them originally agreed to-- and in true philanthropic fashion, Say'ri doesn't have the heart to decline when there's so many citizens in need of a helping hand. It's true that this is not her country, nor are they her people, but it doesn't dissuade her from immediately jumping in to assist in restoration efforts... fostering good relations between Fodlan and Chon'sin would only benefit both parties in the long run, and you always had to start somewhere. Yet now, the Princess of Chon'sin finds herself buried under myriads of bags and packages that the two of them have fetched for deliveries. The weight is of no consequence, Say'ri has plenty of physical ability-- but the bulkiness of the various items makes it difficult for her to see around them... and so she's stumbling not-so-gracefully in a desperate attempt to stay caught up with her companion. "Lady Lyn, was it?" Say'ri huffs out as she juggles some of the boxes, leaning to the side in order to ensure that they don't all come toppling down. "I am loathe to inform you that I believe I've lost all sense of direction. P'rhaps t'would not be such a terrible idea to-- to sit for a moment?" To arrange their thoughts, yes. To come up with a plan. Not because she's tired of lugging these damned things around.
"I cannot recall who requested what... or even the quantities. As for the herbs, the type does not come to mind-- fie, I.... think we may have no choice." Curses upon thee, Say'ri, for forgetting such crucial information. Look at what you've done. "A few seconds of rest, that is all I ask of you." "Oh! Are you two the adventurers come to assist the villagers? What great timing! I had something I wanted to ask of you." Say'ri nearly chokes on the groan that she wishes to let loose, instead letting out a strangled "mmrngh?" before devolving into a coughing spell. It wouldn't do to appear so ungrateful to those around her, and as long as there is someone in need... she will be there. "Y.... Yes?" "I see you ladies have enough deliveries to take care of... But when you're on your way back, think you could help some of the townsmen move the larger beams of wood for repairing the Town Hall? They're all exhausted..."
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"Thank you..." her words drift off. It wasn't her fault, she supposed, that Say'ri simply had such powerful, muscular legs, perfect firm pillows...
A bed of grass, and cradled by her princess. If she wasn't exhausted from battle, she could have mistaken the scene for Valm. Before Grima, before the future children, before the grim journey. It was all so far away, in her lap.
She gazes up at Say'ri's softened expression. Truly, a thousand years of starry nights were nothing compred to this beautiful, brilliant sky. Does Say'ri know how much she too cares for her guardian in return? As if in a daze, she squeezes her eyes shut, letting her other senses take over: focusing on her breaths, her smell, her firm presence.
Her hands fold easily over her stomach. There is always much to be done with the children of man, and yet, perhaps Say'ri can forgive her sloth just this once. Would she let her have her way, on such a perfect occasion? Maybe with a bit of bribery, perhaps~
"I am alright, Say'ri," she purrs. The open air of the field makes her breaths easy. Her next request is almost a tease, for how often she asks it.
"Can't we stay like this a little longer?" Emphasizing their configuration, Tiki turns her head slightly, placing a kiss on her thigh. By the time Say'ri's mouth opens in response, Tiki's breaths even out, and soft snores ripple from her chest.
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It was somewhat of a comfort to seclude himself in weapons maintenance when there was nothing else to do. Finn appreciated making sure each blade and bow was up to par. It was something of a strange joy for an old dog with little other delights in life.
Day after day, he came to the weapons barracks and polished. The iron and steel never betrayed him, never spoke back. He could become accustomed to the few faces he made their way in and out. Garreg Mach hosted an immense number of weapons.
So when he sees a new face one day, out there polishing, Finn isn't sure if he should say anything. It's his sanctuary, but if she needed help..... He would not be against it.
"Are you alright there?" Finn settles for. "If you need someone to show you around....."
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To the eye of someone that didn't know her well, this was simply maintenance. To her, however, it was a sort of communion-- between warrior and weapon, past and present, life and death. Say'ri had made herself comfortable on the floor, seated cross-legged as she moved with the slow, deliberate precision of someone who had done this ritual a thousand times. The small cloth in her hand and a tin of oil by her leg, she worked-- cleaning away not just dirt, but echoes of the last spar it had seen. Sweat, frustration, nicks and scratches faded beneath her touch, the metal catching the firelight of a nearby torch as it gleamed under her touch like liquid gold. She paused, inspecting the edge, testing its bite with the tip of a calloused thumb; as expected, it pricks her skin, and she nods in satisfaction. Still sharp. Always sharp, as it should be. An unfamiliar voice breaks her concentration, though, and her normal meditative calm quickly crumbled as Say'ri tossed a look over her shoulder in an attempt to identify whoever had approached. An unfamiliar man, his blue hair a stark contrast against the backdrop of a dimmed training ground. "Fie, you startled me..." She mumbled under her breath, using the cloth to remove a smudge from the blade that she just created. "My apologies, if this is your usual choice of work. Aye, I am indeed new to the Monastery, and these routines... are relaxing to me." "I have not met you before-- though, I have learned the names of very few faces here. P'rhaps I should rectify this by asking you yours." "I am Say'ri, Princess of Chonsin. Though here... I suppose I am an assistant to one of the Blue Lions Instructors. You are?"
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