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Hana had been feeling than usual. Before, there had been a tense strain between her and Slania for months. In a rather impulsive decision, Hana interrogated Keiran Riley about his relationship with Slania before she had the chance to speak with her about it. Slania had kept her distance, and Hana respected that decision until the redhead approached her and said she was ready for the needed talk. The conversation lasted hours, and the sun had begun to rise by the time they were done. Hana tearfully and profusely apologized, and Slania warmly accepted the apology. Slania then told her about how she and Keiran met, and how it led to a strong, deep bond between them, which eventually evolved into romance. Hana was still a bit worried but decided to be happy for her friend and trust that she knew what she was doing. The two ended up hugging and promised each other to communicate better. Hana felt a lot better right after. She intended to also apologize to Keiran and decided to do so whenever she ran into him again.

That particular day, however, Hana Yasmin woke up with a terrible headache. It made her feel nauseous and lightheaded. She sat up in bed, and out of nowhere, she felt something fall into her hands. She tried to look down, but she was seeing double. She could make out what looked like to be a letter, but then, her stomach lurched, and she got up quickly. She opened her door and ran out, preferring to vomit outside than inside her home. Her movement caused the letter to fall from her hands and it floated down towards the floor. When the door was opened, the letter glided under her bed, forgotten for the time being.

Not long after, Hana was feeling better. She went to the inn not long after, where Helga greeted her with a frown.

“You’re looking a bit pale, Hana. Are you alright?” Asked the older woman, voice full of concern.

Hana let out a sigh and put a hand on her own forehead. It felt a bit cold and clammy. “I could be better. I had an upset stomach this morning and I’ve been queasy since...”

Helga made her some tea, which did help with the queasiness. While Hana missed the mint teas of Etihad that soothed her stomach right away, this tea did make her feel better, which she was grateful for.

“You could go home for the day if you need to,” Helga told Hana eventually, watching her intently as she drank her tea by the bar.

Hana flashed her a small smile. “Thank you for the tea, Helga, but I’m feeling better. Honestly.”

When Helga felt the bar area to get something from the back, Hana’s smile faded into a frown. In truth, Hana was worried that her chronic illness had made its return. She hadn’t been sick since long before her departure from Etihad and she had hoped it would remain that way for a while longer. In fact, she was already feeling better, so she hoped it was truly just something that hadn’t sat well in her stomach.

The worry seemed to fade away when Finnegan eventually made it to the inn. She felt more relaxed upon seeing him and when he announced he was going to do that month’s finances in his office, she impulsively offered to help. She was quite good at mathematics and documentation, and she reasoned that was why she jumped at the opportunity. Finnegan agreed and the two spent the rest of the night in his office, counting money and writing things down. Although it seemed like rather a stressful chore, Hana found herself having a good time just doing money work with Finn. They worked well together, and he seemed to be in a rather good mood, which clearly was infectious because while her headache did return, it did not affect her as much as it did that morning.

#Hana Yasmin #a lil update since i'll be playing her more often real soon ;)

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Samira was exhausted by the time they made it to the woods by the place called Wexford. They had traveled for hours during the day, only sleeping a few hours at night. But, she understood why they had to move quickly; Edward’s grandfather had already caught up with them before, so they had no time to spare. They passed a small creek and eventually, they made it to Katy’s childhood home, a quaint house with two floors. The inside was empty, with the only furniture being a dining table with chairs, and a divan placed in front of an unlit fireplace. Katy told her that this was her childhood home, and before that, it was built by her late, adoptive grandfather and grandmother many decades ago. Her family moved away when she was a younger girl, and it had been vacant ever since. The four of them got themselves situated, putting down blankets where they would sleep. They ate some dinner and settled down or the night.

But Samira couldn’t sleep. She felt homesick, missing her father and the rest of her family, the deserts of Lynari, and the Sisters of Light, who had been like a second family to her. She missed Michael terribly, wanting to reunite with him so badly. Throughout her journey, she had wondered how he was doing, if he was missing her as well, and if her letter reached him. She wondered how it would be if and when she saw him again. She figured she’d probably throw herself at him, sob like a child, or both. At that point, she didn’t care -- she just wanted to see him again. Lastly, She missed and worried over her step-sister Luisa, who was probably fully on the side of her cousin Ulises, a man who had proven to be manipulative, powerful, and cunning. That thought made her feel uneasy, so she stepped outside, into the cool, starlit evening, for some fresh air.

#Samira #had this sitting in my drafts for a good minute -- and i finally finished it!

At the Gate

It had been weeks since Hana Yasmin met Keiran Riley, the man who had captured her dear friend Slania’s full attention. Slania had promised she would explain their relationship in time, but as soon as Hana realized Keiran was not only an angel but a high-ranking one, she couldn’t stop herself from demanding an explanation from the man himself. It was as if her mind and body acted on their own, with her consciousness as a simple bystander. She knew Slania knew by then what she did, and it caused great guilt within her. Indeed, in those following weeks, things were awkward between herself and Slania. Slania would arrive by the inn at times, and only offer her a rather small, forced smile. Surprisingly, she didn’t confront her as Hana had thought she would. Her lifelong friend seemed to be waiting for her to initiate a conversation, but Hana was not ready for such a conversation. So instead, she always nodded to Slania in greeting, and would quickly retreat elsewhere, thus delaying their inevitable meeting.

One evening, she was working at the inn. Working always helped distract her, and it wasn’t too busy that night. Eventually, Finn emerged from the back and called her over.

“Someone from Waterford has arrived to receive some of my ale. Want to help?” Finn asked.

Hana smiled and nodded. She enjoyed Finn’s company, more than she’d admit out loud, so she more than willingly helped him load three barrels of Finn’s own brewed ale on a small cart. As they walked to the North Gate of Wexford, Finn peered at her.

“I haven’t seen your hair curly like that.” He commented with a perked-up brow.

Hana absent-mindedly touched her curls with her free hand, the other pulling the cart alongside him. “Oh, my hair is naturally curly. I usually brush it straight but lately, I haven’t been in the mood to brush it.”

“Hmm. I like it. It suits you well.” Finn commented with a sincere smile.

Hana discovered that she liked the way his eyes crinkled at the edges whenever he smiled. She couldn’t help but smile back at him, feeling content with the compliment.

When they reached the gate, Finn nodded to the guards patrolling there and there was indeed a man with a young boy waiting for them there. Finn was paid, and once the man and Finn loaded the barrels in the man’s wagon, the man and the young boy were off. Finn recounted the money and as she did, Hana looked toward where she could see a large bonfire, just east of the gate. She saw a large group of people resting there and a few wagons... It was a traveling caravan.

“A Romany caravan?” Hana guessed out loud, prompting Finn to look over where she was gazing towards.

“Oh, you didn’t know? They’ve been outside the gates for a few weeks now. Rumor is that they came off a battered ship from the east a few moons ago, and have been weary about Northerners. Jacob is aware of them and mentioned them to me a few days ago, but as long as they don’t cause trouble, Jacob doesn’t mind them resting there. Told the guards to leave them be.” Finn explained, putting the money he had received in his pocket.

Hana instantly had the urge to meet them and speak with them. It had been such a long time since she had been around other Roma like herself (she was half, after all.) She began to approach, wanting to greet them, but then saw a group of riders approaching them. She saw that they were Northerners, none that she had seen before. Once close to the caravan, they dismounted, torches lighting their way as they walked toward the people. Then, there was yelling and that’s when Hana saw that the men had taken out their weapons.

“Finn...” She said in almost a panic.

Finn cursed under his breath and beckoned some guards to follow him. A few guards followed Finn towards the two groups, who looked like they were about to get into a nasty fight. Hana followed them behind.

“What’s going on?!” Demanded Finn as they closed in on the two hostile groups.

Once closer, Hana recognized the Northerners as Danes (her late father Vali had been a Dane himself.) Finn put himself at the center of the two groups. Men of the Caravan had picked up knives and pitchforks to defend themselves, with the women and children fearfully hiding in the wagons behind them.

“These people owe us money! They left our settlement without paying!” One of the Danes told Finn and the guards.

“No, we not owe money! We not idea what they speak of,” An older man whom Hana guessed was the Patriarch and leader told Finn in broken Danish.

“Don’t fucking lie, you fucking filthy thieves! One of your own signed these documents, promising to pay us back!” The man spat, throwing rolled-up paper at the Patriarch’s feet.

The Patriarch picked up the paper, and read it. He grimaced, which told Hana that one of the caravan members had actually signed the papers.

“I give you my word, we pay back soon. Give us time.” pleaded the Patriarch calmly, but the Danes shook their heads, angry.

“Fuck that. Give us what we’re owed, you disgusting rats, or we will take everything you have, even if it's by force!” The man growled, and the guards jumped in with Finn, as the two sides went at each other again.

This brought deep anger within Hana. Before becoming Queen of Paraiso, she had traveled with her mother’s caravan and experienced such prejudice and maltreatment. Without a second thought, she marched back, past the gates, to her home (that was luckily not far from the north gate) and went into her bedroom. There, she reached under her bed and took out a small chest, where she had bags and bags of coins, which she had received after selling her jewels from Etihad. She took a bag, closed the chest, and returned to the scene, approaching the Danes.

Movement on both sides stopped right away, and Finn could only watch her walk past him as the Danes eyed her suspiciously.

“Who are you?” asked their spokesman, narrowing his eyes.

“I am a Romany woman who will not stand for her people to be treated in such a cruel way,” replied Hana coldly, glaring at the man who was surprised to hear her speak in perfect Danish. “You want your money? Here.” She tossed the bag of coins at his feet. “You will find that there is most likely more than what you are owed, gadjo.*”

The man slowly picked up the bag of coins and opened it. His eyes widened and he showed the other men, who also looked quite pleased with the bag’s contents.

Finn walked up and stood right next to Hana. “There, you have your money. If you have no more business here, then you should take your leave. The leaders of Wexford will not be pleased if they learn you continued to harass these people.”

“Indeed they won’t,” a calm and placid voice chimed in, causing them all to turn.

Slania approached them, followed by a guard who had clearly gone to fetch her. She stood in front of Hana and Finn, arms crossed. “We understand you had prior arrangements to discuss, but now, it seems you have what you wanted. So unless you have more business with Wexford, you should be on your way. Wexford does not take kindly to unnecessary discrimination occurring right at our doors. I can assure you that I myself will swiftly meet your hostility with more of my own.”

The Danes stared at Slania, almost in awe of her as she stood there with a great sword at her side, before the spokesperson mumbled for the rest to follow him. The men mounted their steeds and rode away from the Caravan and Wexford’s gate.

The Patriarch approached Hana, bowing his head lowly. “Thank you so much, young lady. I truly am grateful.” He said in Romany.

Hana smiled kindly, and before she could respond, Slania cleared her throat. “Hana, can you please tell these people that they are welcome to stay in Wexford as long as they like. The Jarl and his wife do not discriminate, and welcome all people of all kinds, just as long as they follow our laws and remain peaceful.”

“Aye, and let them know if they need any meals, they can come by the inn at any time,” Finn added in with a smile.

Hana translated this to the caravan, who seemed happy and grateful to have a safe place to stay in. As the Caravan walked past the gate and into Wexford, Finn gently bumped Hana’s hip with his. He looked impressed. “That was amazing... Didn’t know you had it in ya.”

Hana let out a light chuckle. “I am just happy to help. Where did those men come from?”

“Most likely from the Kingdom of Dyflin. Probably tracked down the caravan here.” Finn told her.

Soon, they saw Slania approach them once again, and Finn smiled encouragingly at her, telling her he’d see her later. He left while pulling his cart, and Hana had no doubt that an observant man like Finn had noticed the rift between her and Lani, so he probably wanted to give them a chance to talk things out.

“You really held your own back there. I saw the whole thing.” Slania said, her demeanor tranquil.

“I’m sorry if I stepped out of line...” Began Hana, but Slania shook her head.

“No, you went in there and defused the whole situation. I’d expect nothing less than from the former Queen who brought a time of Peace to Paraiso.” Slania said with a small smile. Then she tilted her head, looking a bit troubled. “Do you have some time? I think you and I have a few things to discuss.”

Hana felt anxious at the thought but knew that if she wanted to make things right with Slania, and the man Keiran, this was the perfect opportunity.

“I have all the time right now. Lead the way.” Hana said.

The two women then began to walk together, and eventually, entered the woods where Slania lived.

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*Gadjo - a non-ethnic Romany

#Hana Yasmin #almost caught up with Wexford's stuff!

Who's a heretic now? Am I making sense? How can you make it stick? Waiting 'til the beat comes out Who's a heretic, child? Can you make it stick, now? And I'm on trial Waiting 'til the beat comes out

And it's my whole heart While tried and tested, it's mine And it's my whole heart Trying to reach it out And it's my whole heart Burned but not buried this time I'm on trial, waiting 'til the beat comes out

#Samira #she'll be back very soon ;)

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"There must always be balance"

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Katy and Edward had gone outside to speak privately, which left Samira looking and feeling nervous. Katy looked absolutely livid upon Edward’s revelation that was alive. Edward had explained that there was a lot of unresolved issues between them, but now Samira wondered if he had greatly underestimated how angry his former friend would become.

Katy’s brother Ben, however, smiled at the two remaining vistors. “I’m sure it’ll be fine. If the winds begin to pick up, I’ll run out there and stop her before any harm comes to your friend.” He told them with a big smile. Samira admired his optimism, and she really hoped he was right.

“I hope you’re fast enough,” David replied dryly, looking both amused and worried.

Samira sat down by the table, her arms loosely crossed as she looked up at Ben.

“Do you have parchment and something to write with? If so, can I please have some?” Samira asked.

“Sure. I’m sure Katy or Simon have some parchment and ink to spare. I’ll be right back.” Ben said with a nod, and went upstairs. He soon came down with parchment, a quill, and a bottle of ink. Then, he went into the kitchen to fetch them something to drink.

#Samira Murbarak #Samira #David would be a great therapist and Samira would give him 5 stars on Yelp

During the big Welcome Home banquet in Wexford . . .

Hana Yasmin was surprised to learn that more people returned with the Adairs from their extended journey in Snow Mystic. She was more surprised when Finnegan had revealed that it was Alexandria Maxson, sister of Caspian Maxson, her daughter and another family member. Jacob was known to harbor resentment towards the Maxson family, so it was surprising that he had allowed one of their own to travel and arrive there with he and his family.

Nevertheless, Hana Yasmin got right to work to prepare for a big dinner at the longhouse. Eventually, the Adairs and their guests arrived. Hana, along with Finnegan, aided in serving them food and making sure everything went smoothly. Eventually, everyone was fed, and Hana took the opportunity to finally eat by a bonfire just outside the longhouse with Finn.

#Hana Yasmin #suuuuuuuper late but it was a neccessary post lol

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The Evermore Grimoire: Powers

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#Samira Murbarak

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#Hana Yasmin

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A sister had been tasked to escort Netos Murbarak back to his home after seeing Samira before she left. But, right away, she sent word to Lysandra for help. Lysandra got to Netos’s home by nightfall that very day.

He handed her a letter that had arrived. “It’s a letter from the north. Samira’s servant gave it to me.” He told her, frowning when Lysandra noticed that it had been opened. “I usually don’t open my daughter’s correspondence, but I...let my fears take over. It was useless because I don’t know how to read this.”

Lysandra calmly took the letter. She knew various languages, and she was able to read it with ease.

“It is from Michael Blackwood’s side.” Lysandra replied, doing her best to seem neutral. But, in truth, she was displeased by the letter. While Lysandra usually refrained from vocalizing her opinions on personal matters, she did believe that Samira was wasting her potential by accepting a marital proposal so hastily. She also acknowledged that this was a choice Samira made, so Lysandra could do nothing but accept it, no matter how much she disliked it. Plus, it was best for the Murbarak family for them not to recieve any more letters while Samira was away with Edward Delacruz. The connection between Blackwood and Edward’s sister was already something Ulises Arazola’s side was sure to focus on if and when the Murbaraks decided to oppose him...

“I’ll take care of this, Netos. If you recieve anything else, you must send word to me.” Lysandra instructed, “Have you heard from Lord Amon?”

“I have sent word. I will meet with him soon.” Netos told her with a nod, still looking uneasy.

Lysandra didn’t blame him. Any parent in his position would be overcome with stress.

“Good. If I hear from Samira, you shall be the first to know.” Lysandra assured him with a thin smile. “Take care, Lord Murbarak, and may the heavens keep you safe.”

She left his residence, and once she was back in the temple, she wrote back a response:

To whom it may concern,

I write to tell you that S is no longer in this region. Certain events that occurred in Paraiso have forced her to take a hasty voyage towards the north. She has stated she will write to her future husband once she is in safer lands, but for now, I ask that you and your lord refrain from sending letters or packages here until she tells you otherwise. She won’t be able to read or recieve them here, and there is a fear that they could fall into the wrong hands during her absence.

Your lord has not been here for quite a while, nor has he arrived here as I am writing this letter. I will also advise to find a way to let your lord know that it is not safe for him to arrive here, or to Paraiso for the time being.

- A friend of S

Lysandra had a sister fetch one of their brown pigeons, and with the aid of a spell of hers, the pigeon would fly towards the direction of the letter sender, with Lysandra’s reply tied to its leg.

@thedawnbeauty

#Sister Lysandra

A mighty storm brewed by the western coast of Etihad. It looked impossible to sail through, as the winds blew wildly against the sails of the ships caught within it, threatening to toss and turn the vesssels against their will.

But one ship seemingly made it through. It moved at great speeds ahead, using the velocity of the storm to its favor. It was as if the sea itself granted the ship good fortune. Those on the small shore by the coast would say that the ship must’ve had quite the mighty crew.

But what they didn’t know is that the ship only carried three people: David Roderick, the Captain of the ship, Edward Delacruz and Samira Murbarak, who fled Etihad before their enemies could find them ...

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#Samira Murbarak #they'll be up north soon y'all so keep an eye out ;)

“I can not stay here. I put you the rest of our family in danger... And I must help Edward. It’s the only way I could possibly get through to Luisa.”

#samira #Samira Murbarak #it's trip time with edward :')#but yeah she's not gonna be home for a while :(

from-etihad

How heavy were the wings,  How heavy was the crown;  Here’s the tale of a divine and earthly being  Who no longer was bound.

[ L I S T E N ]

#Hana Yasmin #rp playlist #been making more playlists btww :3

Netos Murbarak had become incredibly worried for his daughter Samira, and step daughter, Luisa. They were due to return from their ‘personal’ trip to Paraiso, and not only had they not returned, but he hadn’t heard from either of them since their departure. His parental instincts told him something was up, and the more he waited, the more his anxieties grew and grew. He wrote a letter directly to Ulises, which went unanswered. Amon, his nephew, was also incredibly worried. He also told Netos that he found out that high councilman Shadid Zamorar had gone to Paraiso quietly. This all felt like a big, serious event had happened, and now Netos was fearful for the safety of Samira and Luisa.

Not long after, Lysandra, a woman he knew as Hecate Malik’s right hand woman, appeared to him in his home.

“You must travel with me to the temple in the desert. It concerns your daughter Samira,” She told him placidly, but her facial expression was somber and serious.

“Is she alright?” He asked, alarmed.

“Yes, for the most part. But time is of the essence. Samira had requested that we stop by her residence to pick up any messages or packages sent to her during her absence.” Lysandra continued.

Netos stood up, and moved to get ready for the journey. Then, he turned around, his anger sparking at his sudden thought. “...Does this have anything to do with Ulises?”

“...Yes. It does.” Lysandra replied with a nod, confirming his suspicions.

Netos figured that his other questions could be answered by his daughter, so he went to got ready. Once he did, he went with Lysandra to Samira’s home. Her maids did confirm that she recieved letters and packages from north, most likely by her beloved, Michael Blackwood. They had been unopened, which revealed that they had been sent after her trip to Paraiso. So, Netos took those along with him, and they were off to the desert by horse.

#Samira Murbarak #netos #an update!

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The full moon was visible that night; large and radiant over the desert dunes that surrounded the secret temple. The night was tranquil and silent, but Samira’s mind was not. She stood at the center of the ritual chamber, looking up at the moon as a large hole in the room allowed her to see the heavens above them. Her mind was racing with different thoughts. Anxiety ate away at her. But, just before the moon rose into the sky, she watched Lysandra use a powerful spell to turn Ulises Arazola’s knife into ash.

Edward, upon hearing she wished to do the extraction and needed a greatly valued item to allow the ritual to happen, gave it to her. The knife was proof of Ulises Arazola’s transgressions, and thus, the quickest Edward could achieve some redemption. But since Samira had saved him before, he wished to repay her for everything she had done for him. The knife itself held value to many people for different reasons, thus it was a perfect item as a “sacrifice” for the ritual. Once Lysandra magically burned it into ash, there was no retrieving it again. It was gone forever.

#Samira Murbarak #i've been working up to this for a while #and this is a new arc in her story so I'm excitteeed

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modern mythical creatures : Angels We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another.

#Hana Yasmin

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