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@empyrcals
ššššššššš Ā *ā ā āøŗā ššššššššš .
a dependent multi-muse blog forĀ ofcourtfablesĀ ; adored byĀ edenĀ ( she/her, est )
zehra dravenĀ ā lady of the night court, hazal filiz kĆ¼Ć§Ć¼kkƶse
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ofĀ allĀ theĀ draven's,Ā ladyĀ zehraĀ andĀ ladyĀ lunaraĀ wereĀ perhapsĀ theĀ mostĀ perceptiveĀ ofĀ theirĀ siblings.Ā heĀ wouldĀ certainlyĀ notĀ everĀ categorizeĀ theĀ highĀ lordĀ asĀ that,Ā butĀ thereĀ wereĀ someĀ obviousĀ advantagesĀ toĀ havingĀ timurĀ lookĀ toĀ hisĀ secondĀ inĀ commandĀ forĀ wisdomĀ inĀ mostĀ cases.Ā timurĀ wasĀ anĀ arrogantĀ man,Ā farĀ tooĀ muchĀ forĀ hisĀ ownĀ goodĀ andĀ theĀ daematiĀ beingĀ byĀ hisĀ wasĀ proofĀ ofĀ hisĀ naivetyĀ mostĀ days.Ā howĀ heĀ hadĀ managedĀ toĀ retainĀ aĀ friendshipĀ withoutĀ lettingĀ hisĀ trueĀ feelingsĀ ofĀ theĀ familyĀ asĀ whole,Ā particularlyĀ theĀ lateĀ highĀ lordĀ ofĀ theĀ nightĀ courtĀ stillĀ neverĀ ceasedĀ toĀ amazeĀ him.Ā kaloreĀ knewĀ thatĀ sinsĀ ofĀ theirĀ fatherĀ wasĀ notĀ sinsĀ ofĀ theĀ children,Ā butĀ theirĀ father'sĀ bloodĀ ranĀ strongĀ withinĀ hisĀ childrenĀ andĀ itĀ seemedĀ timurĀ wasĀ graduallyĀ becomingĀ anotherĀ versionĀ ofĀ hisĀ foolishĀ lateĀ father.Ā whenĀ theĀ secondĀ eldestĀ dravenĀ callsĀ forĀ him,Ā aĀ politeĀ smileĀ curvesĀ hisĀ lipsĀ asĀ heĀ settlesĀ onĀ theĀ seatĀ acrossĀ fromĀ her.Ā "iĀ wouldĀ hardlyĀ refuseĀ myĀ highĀ lord'sĀ sister."Ā heĀ respondedĀ inĀ like,Ā "iĀ amĀ inclinedĀ toĀ agree,Ā it'sĀ timeĀ weĀ spoke,Ā ladyĀ zehra."Ā sheĀ hadĀ aĀ keenĀ gaze,Ā andĀ whileĀ heĀ didĀ notĀ reachĀ intoĀ mindsĀ ofĀ theĀ draven'sĀ norĀ hisĀ highĀ lord,Ā inĀ theĀ caseĀ ofĀ him,Ā timurĀ hardlyĀ keptĀ secretsĀ fromĀ theĀ commanderĀ ofĀ theĀ nightĀ court,Ā andĀ hisĀ bestĀ friend,Ā butĀ heĀ wasĀ wellĀ awareĀ zehraĀ wasĀ waryĀ ofĀ him,Ā butĀ thatĀ wasĀ also,Ā heĀ knew,Ā anĀ overprotectivenessĀ overĀ herĀ elderĀ brother,Ā "itĀ hasĀ beenĀ someĀ timeĀ sinceĀ i'veĀ enjoyedĀ aĀ properĀ game."Ā heĀ motionedĀ forĀ herĀ toĀ begin,Ā "ladiesĀ first."Ā frankly,Ā kaloreĀ couldĀ notĀ understandĀ theĀ appealĀ inĀ havingĀ aĀ betrothalĀ withĀ spring,Ā andĀ thoughĀ he'dĀ voicedĀ hisĀ opinionĀ toĀ herĀ brother,Ā inĀ theĀ end,Ā timurĀ wouldĀ notĀ denyĀ hisĀ sister.
Such arrogance that dripped from an iron fist that gestured to the board as if signaling the start of a competition. Perhaps that was not what a singular flick of a wrist meant but Zehra tightened her jaw ever so subtly it was nearly an unnoticeable shift. The smile she wore still, treating him with the honor of his position and what of it that was held in being called her brother's friend. Zehra moved to set up the game not because he'd sat or because he'd agreed to play but because it was the most logical move to once having asked to set the game anyways. "Should I send for something to drink for this game of games. The last time we had occasion to play it was - the third or fourth day on the seventh game where we called it due to the fact we had not eaten in days" She spoke
"Age before one's beauty, Kalore. I should allow you first move," Zehra returned. "What do you make of these strange happenings?" Zehra ended with a short inquiry that would not be answered with a short answer, and even then, a short answer spoke more than the lips it fell from. If he wished her to start, Zehra would start bot the game and the line of questioning disguised as conversation and gameplay.
@empyrcals ... sarai + zehra.
uponĀ Ā findingĀ Ā outĀ Ā herĀ Ā twinĀ Ā brotherĀ Ā wasĀ Ā inĀ Ā factĀ Ā alive,Ā Ā theĀ Ā ladyĀ Ā inĀ Ā waitingĀ Ā ofĀ Ā theĀ Ā nightĀ Ā courtĀ Ā wasĀ Ā .Ā Ā .Ā Ā .Ā Ā aĀ Ā mess.Ā Ā toĀ Ā putĀ Ā itĀ Ā simplyĀ Ā plusĀ Ā herĀ Ā exĀ Ā husbandĀ Ā wasĀ Ā here,Ā Ā hisĀ Ā uglyĀ Ā faceĀ Ā suddenlyĀ Ā poppingĀ Ā up.Ā Ā sheĀ Ā lookedĀ Ā toĀ Ā theĀ Ā mother,Ā Ā askingĀ Ā herĀ Ā whyĀ Ā sheĀ Ā mustĀ Ā beĀ Ā testedĀ Ā overĀ Ā andĀ Ā overĀ Ā again.Ā Ā sheĀ Ā knewĀ Ā sheĀ Ā wasĀ Ā notĀ Ā aĀ Ā goodĀ Ā .Ā Ā .Ā Ā .Ā Ā worshiper.Ā Ā sheĀ Ā wouldĀ Ā ratherĀ Ā putĀ Ā herĀ Ā faithĀ Ā inĀ Ā herselfĀ Ā butĀ Ā fuck,Ā Ā thisĀ Ā wasĀ Ā allĀ Ā tooĀ Ā much.Ā Ā sheĀ Ā wipedĀ Ā theĀ Ā tearĀ Ā thatĀ Ā flowedĀ Ā downĀ Ā herĀ Ā cheekĀ Ā hearingĀ Ā footsteps.Ā Ā sheĀ Ā gatheredĀ Ā herĀ Ā skirtsĀ Ā andĀ Ā bentĀ Ā herĀ Ā kneeĀ Ā toĀ Ā theĀ Ā ladyĀ Ā ofĀ Ā theĀ Ā nightĀ Ā court.Ā Ā "ladyĀ Ā zehra,"Ā Ā saraiĀ Ā whispered,Ā Ā uncharacterizlyĀ Ā quiet,Ā Ā meek.Ā Ā "isĀ Ā thereĀ Ā anythingĀ Ā iĀ Ā canĀ Ā fetchĀ Ā forĀ Ā you?"Ā Ā saraiĀ Ā hopedĀ Ā theĀ Ā otherĀ Ā saidĀ Ā yes,Ā Ā needingĀ Ā somethingĀ Ā toĀ Ā do,Ā Ā toĀ Ā keepĀ Ā herĀ Ā mindĀ Ā offĀ Ā ofĀ Ā everything.
Still not feeling even standard strength swell in her bones, muscles tired always ( the once over exhaustion sapping her natural abilities ) the fighting leathers Zehra wore were heavy and too constricting even after a short burst of energy to work up strength again. Stealth was not on her side either, but Sarai had always had a knack for being the most attentive in their court, especially to the needs of her charge and those that mattered to them. Zehra would never ask for help back to her own apartments or help at all not desiring to admit how weakness seeped into her body. "Sarai, I have over-exerted myself to regain my strength and edge. I wonder if you know of a place to set one's self down to perhaps recuperate - breath a while"
timurĀ Ā hatedĀ Ā this.Ā Ā heĀ Ā reallyĀ Ā did.Ā Ā heĀ Ā hatedĀ Ā feelingĀ Ā powerlessĀ Ā toĀ Ā helpĀ Ā thoseĀ Ā aroundĀ Ā him,Ā Ā especiallyĀ Ā hisĀ Ā family.Ā Ā āĀ Ā iĀ Ā knowĀ Ā ā¦Ā Ā āĀ Ā heĀ Ā repliedĀ ,Ā Ā glancingĀ Ā atĀ Ā theĀ Ā situationĀ Ā aroundĀ Ā them.Ā Ā āĀ Ā thisĀ Ā ..Ā Ā thisĀ Ā wholeĀ Ā thingĀ Ā isĀ Ā aĀ Ā mess.Ā Ā iĀ Ā feelĀ Ā responsibleĀ Ā forĀ Ā youĀ Ā allĀ Ā beingĀ Ā here,Ā Ā beingĀ Ā inĀ Ā suchĀ Ā aĀ Ā situation.Ā Ā āĀ Ā heĀ Ā shookĀ Ā hisĀ Ā head.Ā Ā āĀ Ā i'mĀ Ā sorry.Ā Ā āĀ Ā heĀ Ā offeredĀ Ā herĀ Ā upĀ Ā aĀ Ā littleĀ Ā smile.Ā Ā āĀ Ā wellĀ Ā ..Ā Ā i'llĀ Ā sitĀ Ā withĀ Ā youĀ Ā then.Ā Ā ā
"As it has always been, I would run into fire for you, and it would fear me if it dared try to bring ruin to you. Even if you told me to stay away, I would've been on the other side of the barrier, fighting demons to bring it down. If only we could reach out to people - have the Illyrians beat it down. Do not apologize." She says with a clipped tone, half ready to argue with him even as he's played her savior here and done so before. Zehra cracks through just a moment as she pats the ground beside her, knowing it will ruin his clothes. "Sit and grow soggy with your sister. I want to say see us grow old and gray, but I fear if we stay longer, it will claim one of us. I am afraid, brother. Afraid I will not meet your child, or you will never see mine to tell them stories of their family full of stars and not simply the flowers they will be surrounded by."
@shvdwscng ( zehra & kalore )
hues of burnt umber and smoldering black swirl with another sort of darkness - a sharp focus and yet unreadable. One wondered if a second in command powers had failed him too, always wondering and suspicious of him. Zehra would always protect Timur, even if it meant protecting him from himself or his inner circle. it stemmed from the loss of their father, the nature of his demise and while trust was placed in the grey by a high lord himself her father had trusted many too. Surely, given the correct circumstances, Zehra would trust him too, but in her own self, with the beasts she kept at bay and the complex fiber of her being, her true opinion of the great kalore was carefully guarded. There was no tangible reason to react so, but for ages, a sister to the high lord of night was cautious, especially knowing how his gifts could be used. "Kalore," Zehra called, gesturing to a chess board near enough them to see in the space they encountered one another. "Can you be torn from your duties? I hoped you would accept a match and we may speak the two of us"
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@jadedblud ( zehra & ?? )
It was a special decoction the darkening star had made for herself, a recipe that one had actually taken from an Illyrian warcamp, one of the many she had visited and had trained with their warriors. dandelion root, hawthorn berry, orange peel, cardamom, and cinnamon boiled down and strained, producing a liquid that looked less than pleasant but smelled as it tasted - delicious. Zehra had taken up a space sitting on the counter in a kitchen in the early morning even before the dawn had cracked through pitch. Eyes closed as she sipped, wearing her fighting leathers, she cracked her neck, planning on a morning of training to build and hone physical strength while magic was severely dampened. Eyes still closed, still perched on a counter drinking she spoke "The cooks haven't woken yet and a few staff have been puttering about. If the smell drew you - the drink is an acquired taste, stranger, and there is not much of it left. I can be persuaded to share it"
@sparkledleaves ( zehra & ?? )
To preserve herself, keep up a strength that had yet to fully return to her from the time a daughter of the moon and stars, a nightborn being had taken to lounging in a great wingback chair with a view of one of the many gardens by a library window. A lady she reluctantly accepted would run and fetch books for her, gather materials such as papers and whatnot, and Zehra would occupy herself with bits of research. For the moment, though, research papers were stuffed away, and she took tea, looking up to see a memorable face. Giving a dip of her head sister to the high lord of night showed the respect afforded to the other being. "Sit, join me. The tea is warm, hot no longer but you are welcome to have some"
ifĀ Ā itĀ Ā wereĀ Ā anyĀ Ā otherĀ Ā time,Ā Ā timurĀ Ā probablyĀ Ā wouldĀ Ā haveĀ Ā beenĀ Ā theĀ Ā annoyingĀ Ā brotherĀ Ā andĀ Ā foundĀ Ā theĀ Ā situationĀ Ā quiteĀ Ā amusing.Ā Ā exceptĀ Ā thisĀ Ā timeĀ Ā aroundĀ Ā heĀ Ā approachedĀ Ā withĀ Ā aĀ Ā sympatheticĀ Ā frown,Ā Ā bendingĀ Ā downĀ Ā toĀ Ā pickĀ Ā upĀ Ā theĀ Ā bootĀ Ā andĀ Ā holdĀ Ā itĀ Ā outĀ Ā toĀ Ā her.Ā Ā āĀ Ā roughĀ Ā dayĀ Ā ?Ā Ā ā
Two words rendered a strong sister into a little child again staring up at a brother she fought so thoroughly hard to keep safe, to protect his reign and his own from harm; powerless. "I tried.. I tried to throw my all into a simple storm and-" Zehra's eyes teared up half in anger and the other is an emotion she wished not to touch. "I do not like failure. I have failed our family, failed the man I love without him knowing yet of this and if this is what happens to my foolish powers... I must insist you do not throw yours idly around. Save them if not for us but for Phina and the greater dream if it's the last thing we have to protect anyone," She spoke, unable to look at her older brother now, leaking herself as she tried to pull the boot on. The soaked leather, water logged as it was fought her. It got only half up her foot before arms in their exhaustion let loose and she sighed. It plopped right off into the muddy, wet patch of ground around her person. "I will help see you to that dream, get you home I just need to rest. I'll sit here a while - I'll be fine"
Airic was making his way around outside the palace trying to find some inspiration. Since the last ball, it had gotten worse, his lack of creativity and his ability to see things. That was always part of his creativity, his minds ability to build a memory that he could almost reach out and touch. IT was something that he knew he was good at and his fae power made it stronger, but he never really thought of it as a power. That was until he started working for Kalore. His ability to recall everything he saw perfect has proven to be an asset. He seemed to be struggling though today trying to remember anything in detail and was finding he missed it even more than he knew he could. He rounded a corner and saw Zehra on the ground. "Of course. Here." he said holding out her boot to her.
Looking up at the artist as beautiful as his creations a delicate hand took hold of her boot. There was a certain sense of distrust even in the other, unsure why, but there it was, and here she was, grateful. Artists were plentiful, and quality was deeply questionable, but few were as talented, and it was the pride of the night court to hold such talent in many of them - Airic, perhaps the chiefest among that group. Zehra would never admit it, but certainly by her own personal collection of art, and it was great; several of his pieces were among them, so perhaps she did not need to speak it. As were most vestiges of normality, those pieces were now far from them, trapped in this invisible cage. "Do you struggle with your powers as well, Airic? I do believe I may need your help to - to stand," She spoke as she pulled the boot on, exerting herself with a grunt to shove the soggy boot onto her bare foot. "Please, Airic. Your help would be appreciated to be discreet"
sunanĀ Ā hasĀ Ā neverĀ Ā beforeĀ Ā wishedĀ Ā soĀ Ā hardĀ Ā forĀ Ā home,Ā Ā forĀ Ā theĀ Ā shorelineĀ Ā ofĀ Ā hisĀ Ā ownĀ Ā lake,Ā Ā theĀ Ā familiarĀ Ā sandĀ Ā underĀ Ā hisĀ Ā feet,Ā Ā andĀ Ā theĀ Ā feelingĀ Ā ofĀ Ā theĀ Ā summerĀ Ā sunĀ Ā onĀ Ā hisĀ Ā face.Ā Ā byĀ Ā thisĀ Ā timeĀ Ā hisĀ Ā skinĀ Ā wouldĀ Ā beĀ Ā evenĀ Ā deeperĀ Ā thanĀ Ā itĀ Ā wasĀ Ā now,Ā Ā bronzeĀ Ā andĀ Ā glowing.Ā Ā hisĀ Ā hardĀ Ā wouldĀ Ā haveĀ Ā theirĀ Ā signatureĀ Ā brunetteĀ Ā streaksĀ Ā inĀ Ā itĀ Ā whileĀ Ā beingĀ Ā inĀ Ā theĀ Ā capitalĀ Ā sunanĀ Ā lookedĀ Ā asĀ Ā beatĀ Ā downĀ Ā asĀ Ā heĀ Ā felt.Ā Ā heĀ Ā almostĀ Ā wishedĀ Ā itĀ Ā wasĀ Ā hisĀ Ā sister,Ā Ā thoughĀ Ā heĀ Ā couldĀ Ā notĀ Ā bringĀ Ā himselfĀ Ā toĀ Ā keepĀ Ā guiltyĀ Ā forĀ Ā hisĀ Ā words,Ā Ā itĀ Ā wasĀ Ā highĀ Ā timeĀ Ā sheĀ Ā knownĀ Ā hisĀ Ā thoughtsĀ Ā andĀ Ā feelingsĀ Ā towardsĀ Ā itĀ Ā all.Ā Ā atĀ Ā theĀ Ā night'sĀ Ā wordsĀ Ā heĀ Ā shrugged.Ā Ā "iĀ Ā haveĀ Ā noĀ Ā claimĀ Ā toĀ Ā thisĀ Ā land,"Ā Ā heĀ Ā returnedĀ Ā toĀ Ā theĀ Ā woman.Ā Ā "doĀ Ā asĀ Ā youĀ Ā wish."
Dipping towards her towel she spread it out and them reached to a pocket on her person pulling a wrapped in wax paper. "From the royal kitchens, they did not see me when i knicked it. Something flakey with peach. You appear to need some sort of sustenance if you plan to watch the water longer or return to your accommodations" Zehra spoke sitting on the ground unlacing boots setting the aside. Breathing the stormborn woman, the star, the night of spring and lady of the night court saw they may need it more. "you should stay"
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open starter ( 0/5 ) - ft. zehra & ?? @ofcourtfablesarchive
Hair dripping with water, clothes damp and sticking to her like a second skin Zehra sat beside a small pond in an empty courtyard. The ground around the majority of space was bone dry but the ten feet around the fae lady was saturated. She had tried. She had pushed herself to the near edge of exhaustion, trying to in one desperate attempt to push her own natural magic as a draven of the night court to conjure a semblance of a storm. The pathetic grey cloud had rumbled briefly, small enough to cover her head, and then released a momentary downpour in one square meter of space. It had soaked her and her alone in a matter of seconds, and then, losing her balance, she'd fallen ass-end into the small pool. For Timur, for Phina, her siblings -- for Emilios, Zehra tried her own magic, and this was its now pitiful result. It left her limbs heavy, barely able to keep herself aloft, let alone try to pull up the boots she'd emptied of water. Hearing the sound of approaching footsteps, Zehra could not snap to attention. "Gah, damn it all," Zehra griped as she dropped her boot, glancing over to the sound. "Do not ask, but - could you - pick - up my boot - I -" Zehra stated breathlessly, fighting to stay upright, awake, and keep from falling only the small distance backward into the pond. Breath was ragged, and while it would be a hilarious sight, the lady of the night court needed the approaching figure.
@ofcourtfablesarchive ... sunan & open. location: at the edge of a calm lake.
theĀ Ā firstĀ Ā bornĀ Ā ofĀ Ā theĀ Ā summerĀ Ā courtĀ Ā wasĀ Ā notĀ Ā surprisedĀ Ā atĀ Ā thisĀ Ā turnĀ Ā ofĀ Ā events,Ā Ā amused?Ā Ā perhapsĀ Ā aĀ Ā little.Ā Ā sunanĀ Ā hadĀ Ā neverĀ Ā beenĀ Ā theĀ Ā strongestĀ Ā ofĀ Ā theĀ Ā dragomirĀ Ā siblings,Ā Ā hisĀ Ā powerĀ Ā mostĀ Ā likelyĀ Ā justĀ Ā anĀ Ā inchĀ Ā aboveĀ Ā aĀ Ā regularĀ Ā fae,Ā Ā barelyĀ Ā aĀ Ā highĀ Ā faeĀ Ā inĀ Ā truth.Ā Ā soĀ Ā theĀ Ā differenceĀ Ā inĀ Ā hisĀ Ā magicĀ Ā wasĀ Ā littleĀ Ā toĀ Ā him.Ā Ā hisĀ Ā waterĀ Ā shapesĀ Ā noĀ Ā longerĀ Ā keepingĀ Ā theirĀ Ā shapeĀ Ā orĀ Ā animatingĀ Ā forĀ Ā aĀ Ā fewĀ Ā moments.Ā Ā nowĀ Ā itĀ Ā wasĀ Ā justĀ Ā splash,Ā Ā splashĀ Ā everyĀ Ā timeĀ Ā heĀ Ā evenĀ Ā tried.Ā Ā heĀ Ā sighed,Ā Ā hearingĀ Ā footsteps.Ā Ā "alinaĀ Ā i'veĀ Ā toldĀ Ā -"Ā Ā heĀ Ā turnedĀ Ā andĀ Ā stopped,Ā Ā surprisedĀ Ā itĀ Ā wasn'tĀ Ā herĀ Ā toĀ Ā nagĀ Ā himĀ Ā more.Ā Ā "ohĀ Ā sorryĀ Ā iĀ Ā thoughtĀ Ā youĀ Ā wereĀ Ā someoneĀ Ā else."
Zehra had been avoidant of people and persons, devoting time to personal research and testing theories before attempting to present them to a brother or a promised partner and here all failed. A woman so wise, fierce, and independent when she so wished to be, and now her power like others was cut in half, if there at all, and it angered the tempest of a woman. Standing there, the Starfall personified woman, something otherworldly in her own right, watched the first of summer at the edge of a lake, dropping the towel she'd brought. Chest rose up and down, brow furrowed like the silent build of a coming storm, but then she spoke. "Have you claimed this space for yourself, summer son, or can anyone share it with you? I wish to clear my head with a swim"
open starter: @ofcourtfablesarchive
divinya is admittedly a bit on edge today. their nerves are frayed and exposed, eyes wary despite their normally aptly trained neutrality. it had been quite a while since they'd faced an armory alone, in quiet reverance; longer still since they'd let off some bottled up steam. their senses have always been on high alert, but with their recent lack of sleep, it had increased tenfold. it's with that anxiety that they react on instinct when they notice someone following a bit too close down a mostly empty street. without turning, they place a hand on their hip, a stance that isn't so much threatening as it is a quiet warning. "if you intend to follow me, you'd do best to be a little more subtle."
"Old friend," Zehra whistles, stepping from a place of concealment and a hint of a smile, holding up hands as a visible assurance she came in good faith with no ill intent as the general of the day court was not a fae to trifle lightly with. Zehra Draven was not one to be played with either and both had the full capability to if they so wished to level cities and battlefields. One had the honor to be general in a court while Zehra was something different. "Well if you do consider me a friend i will leave that to your determination. I was not trying to be subtle. I wanted to see if you would be willing to take on a companion for the moment so we two fae can catch up. There hasn't been a chance to speak privately with you until now. "
@empyrcals 'Zehra'
Even Preston had to admit, things weren't all bad at the celebration. They had done a pretty good job with the food and the drinks, not that he was enjoying that many of the drinks, but he was glad to see others in his court enjoying themselves. He carried a glass around with him the appearance to keep up that he was enjoying himself. He had found himself on the edge of a crowd next to a particularly obnoxious bush that appeared to have flowers on it that were not grown on its branches. He reached up and found the wire attaching the overly bright flower to the overly green branch. He sighed shaking his head slightly, cursing under his breath before he noticed someone near him. He took a moment to glance at the woman before he recognized her. "Lady Zehra." He said inclining his head slightly towards her. "How are you enjoying the evening?" He asked her, his voice softer and more sincere in his attempt to seem in control.
With a brilliance to her small, even as small as it was for an informal greeting, she did grin slightly, watching the other fae pluck at the flowers that were out of place. She had been watching the man carefully reading body language and seeing him move about, watching him watch the world. It was not that she distrusted Emilios' court or those who he called part of his inner circle - Zehra watched everyone close to someone she cared about with near hawklike scrutiny. traitors could be anywhere, and this was his second, and as she cared so deeply for the high lord of spring, she could not shake the memory of her own father. he had friends, he had his own inner circle and despite them all he had died. where were his inner circle then? zehra would rather come to know this person on her own terms rather than have a future husband introduce her. if he was his second zehra, she would, as one protective over the things she loved, ensure this fae would not fail to protect him either. shaking her head through a face - an entire demeanor did not communicate this as her reason for approach. "It is fine. nothing like what i am sure a true spring soiree would be like but you've made the evening. is there something that poorly crafted bush has done to offend you more so than its own existence? We should remove the offensive limb so you may know peace" Zehra spoke, gesturing slightly to the limb that protruded more than before.
šš„šØš¬šš ššØš« : @empyrcals / zehra
lukaĀ hadnātĀ plannedĀ toĀ seekĀ outĀ theĀ futureĀ brideĀ ofĀ hisĀ wife,Ā heĀ wantedĀ toĀ seeĀ ifĀ theĀ otherĀ wouldĀ deignĀ toĀ meetĀ herĀ futureĀ familyĀ herself.Ā asĀ timeĀ passedĀ andĀ theĀ excusesĀ thatĀ couldĀ beĀ offeredĀ dwindled,Ā hisĀ patienceĀ andĀ careĀ ranĀ thin.Ā theĀ youngerĀ brotherĀ wouldnātĀ meddleĀ muchĀ inĀ hisĀ brotherāsĀ maritalĀ affairs,Ā butĀ itĀ spokeĀ poorlyĀ toĀ notĀ evenĀ attemptĀ toĀ meetĀ theĀ familyĀ oneĀ wasĀ marryingĀ into.Ā aboveĀ all,Ā lukaĀ feltĀ theĀ insultĀ largerĀ thanĀ most.Ā whenĀ heĀ findsĀ himselfĀ nearĀ theĀ futureĀ highĀ lady,Ā heĀ glancesĀ toĀ theĀ side,Ā commentĀ offeredĀ inĀ aĀ lazyĀ tone.Ā āĀ stunningĀ celebrationĀ despiteĀ theĀ improperĀ location.Ā ā
the tone to Zehra at the least, communicated more than a casual distaste for having to offer words but beyond its underwhelmingly bland flavor, a bite to the back end of it. teeth in an opening statement. admirable in the strangest of ways, but it felt like the brandishing of a dagger without ever visualizing one as if some slight had been paid to the other. turning her head slightly to glance at the high fae beside her. Though not fully familiar, the lady from the night court knew who this was. "it will not compare to spring itself, while stunning, yes, but hollow. it would have more meaning and magnificence if it were in the spring court. as we are trapped here, lord luka, it will unfortunately have to do. despite the many important and most urgent matters to take care of in both our lives, it is a pleasure to greet you even in this mask." Zehra responded with a tilt of her head in a subtle bow, acknowledging his existence. "Do you dance, lord luka? I am interested in knowing a future brother of mine properly."
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closed starter; spring masquerade ball ā @empyrcals
Narcissa had always felt at home in the middle of a ball, the music, the dancing, the ethereal feeling of it all. however that night she felt more comfortable taking to the wall, pass unnoticed, the respite was secured with her mask at least for lingering moments at a time. like the one she was enjoying, she slowly, almost unnoticeably, swayed to the rhythm of the music, how the notes spoke to her soul. the steps of someone approaching stops her, she pulls that perfect mask she has spent all her life perfecting and smiles as radiant as a rose in season. "have you come to join me in the sidelines? it is quite, but peaceful." she suggests.
The garden wall was covered in moss and ivy,.Cool to the touch Zehra supposed and covered in such a way it seemed intentional rather than the garden reclaiming what Gaea had forgotten. Zehra did not gravitate to it to disappear or fade from the crowd but the movement towards the stretch of stone was intentional. Sharp eyes, even hidden behind such a mask as hers, had noticed a creature that looked familiar enough in the description she'd been given to coming kin. Casually exiting her own conversation, parting ways with a promise to find their paper-faced friend again, Zehra went to Narcissa's side. "It does depend - sometimes, one does not wish for company at the party's edge. Sometimes, it is the world's edge where starlight lingers, waiting for its time in the heavens. Peaceful yes, a nice spot in the garden." Zehra mentions stepping beside the young woman, fingers brushing the wall. identity could not be confirmed yet, so here was a question made to inquire without directly inquiring where the young woman was from. "Are these anything close to what celebrations are in spring? You can be honest - the music, at the very least, is divine."
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dripping in exquisite lace, the finest tulle creating poetry in motion and ornate flowers with centers of delicate pearl she was as near enough the bride of spring as one could get. it was hard to miss the general, and while Zehra still had to be fully introduced to Emilios' inner circle, this was a man no one could mistake for anyone else. Even with his mask Salem was born to stand out as she was both titans and both protectors of spring ( as she would become ). "Tell me how would we make it a true spring drink or is it something we can only accomplish in the land where the flowers are eternally in bloom? I look forward to learning more about Spring and its traditions. "
