...'Tis the fate of vanguards like you and I.

She was so sure there had been something on the air she recognised, a familiar scent that had brought both a sense of nostalgia and comfort at once. But amongst the crowd and warring aromas it had become too difficult to pick out the source… Perhaps she should curse her less than perfect eyesight, perhaps she had merely picked up a blend of things entirely unrelated that had reminded her of something, someone.

With a soft sigh the crossbreed had turned to continue on with her errands. Until she heard a voice that froze her in her tracks. Her eyes widened immediately, and she was almost afraid to turn around. But more scared was she that if she waited too long the source would have vanished all over again. 

“Oh…”

There really was no mistaking that armour, and the sight filled her with a warm rush instantly. The shock at least gave her a few moments extra to process his words, and she restrained herself from rushing down to his level. She felt her eyes watering. 

“Aha… Y-yes, indeed we have… Haha, it’s- I’m sorry- Do not-… Do not be ashamed…” She wiped at one of her eyes. “Thou art not mistaken, Siegmeyer…” Perhaps saying his name would help, perhaps saying her name would help. But what if it didn’t? That, she couldn’t consider. She lowered herself onto her knees that they might be a little more level. 

“Mine name is Priscilla… I understand how time can be a strange thing, but… It is outstanding to see thee again.” 

     Oh dear... So his intuition had been correct all along. He’s not sure whether he should be glad or worried. Clearly, he’d caused some minor distress, if that look in her eyes had anything to say about it. For the moment, he could really only find himself stammering and shuffling nervously, as though a wave of guilt had tried to push him over with every little exhale.

     Think... Just think... Those memories have to be in there somewhere...

“ P... Priscilla... The name does ring a few bells, ah-hah. ” Not many. Not as many as he’d hoped. 

“ Pray tell... It wasn’t here that we met, was it? I don’t... Quite recognize the place, and yet it feels all so familiar. As though I’ve been here before. Perhaps it’s all these jitters that are making my brain all fuzzy. Just another one of those silly little things that occur when you get older, I suppose. No matter... It’s quite a pleasure to meet a friendly face again. I’m certain once I’ve grown accustomed to the place, all those wondrous memories will come flooding back in again, my dear! ”

     Having her kneel makes this conversation far easier. There’s no need to go straining his neck, and getting the chance to shuffle closer and rest a hand gently against her knee for support made this conversation a little less awkward.

“ That’s my Sieglinde... ”

     Whatever had caused such a vivid dream to take place was of no concern to him. Being but a bystander, watching the memory unfold with a prideful look in his eye, Siegmeyer watched as himself and his daughter sparred together with long wooden sticks. This must have been later on in the year, when she’d finally started to really learn what he’d been teaching her - had taught her. The sound of joy in her voice the instant she’d swiped under his legs and caused him to fall was unforgettable.

     He almost didn’t notice the strange bystander nearby after having done a double take. With brows furrowed, he struggles back up onto his feet and wanders astray from the scene.

“ Hmm... I don’t remember you being there -- unless... ” He draws closer, curiously.

{ I was debating whether or not I wanted to write an open or post a starter call, but y’all can guess p easy which one won.

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Bold what applies to your muse.

Daisy: Wears their heart on their sleeve. Soft voice. Minimalistic clothing. Laying in a field of tall grass. Walking barefoot. Puts other people’s happiness above their own.

Bellflower: Very consistent friend. Happy face with sad eyes. Careful touches. Hiding a blush. Light giggles. Makes friends easily. Knows how to make you smile.

Protea: Proud. Big gestures. African heritage. Blushes easily. Tries to look tough but is really just a big softie. Content where they are. Doesn’t love easily, but always deeply.

Moonflower: Knowing smiles. Doesn’t open up easily. Late night. Tired eyes. Soft skin. Not as innocent as they seem. Loose clothing.

Bleeding Heart: Hopeless romantic. Still laughs at dirty jokes. Believes they can change the world. Caring looks. Dyed hair. Kisses on the cheek.

Sunflower: Big smiles. Always looking for the positive. Lots of friends. Warm afternoons. Basking in the sun. Stares off into space a lot. Sitting in comfortable silence.

Dandelion: Wishing for the impossible. Shooting stars. Light breezes through their hair. White clothing. Whispered secrets. Far off looks. Kind eyes.

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Muse name: Siegmeyer

Least favorite nickname: Sir Onion / Onion Knight

Least favorite color: black-red

Least favorite season: winter

Least favorite weather: fog

Least favorite—hot or cold: cold

Least favorite holiday: Undecided

Least favorite food: fish eggs

Least favorite flavor: too sweet

Least favorite drink: muddy water

Least favorite scent: decay

Least favorite sound: screeching / howling

Least favorite book: N/A

Least favorite movie: N/A

Least favorite tv show:  N/A

Least favorite school subject or area of study: N/A

Least favorite aspect of their job: N/A

Least favorite fictional character: N/A

Least favorite person: Crestfallen Warrior

Least favorite trait in others: selfish

Least favorite place: New Londo Ruins

Least favorite thing to talk about: his insecurities / “hollowed” monsters

Least favorite thing about themselves: inability to repay those he feels indebted to

Least favorite sexual position: any position that might throw out his back

Least favorite daily chore: washing clothing

Least favorite style of clothing: impractical for combat or uncomfortably tight

Least favorite activity: cleaning

Least favorite superpower: N/A

Least favorite thing about humanity in general: eventually they all become hollow

Least favorite thing about being in love: how easy it’s been to forget

FOOD ASKS || ACCEPTING

🥕 Favorite vegetable?

“ Well, it’s not going to be an onion, if THAT is what you were wondering! Otherwise, I’ve never been very fond of vegetables. They only fair well in soups, so long as there’s some meat mixed with it. I suppose you could say I’m fussy about them, but I’ve never found myself actively seeking out carrots as a meal! It’s far less satisfying than a freshly cooked roast! …Oh dear. I’ve made myself terribly hungry– ”

🍬 Favorite type of candy?

“ I don’t believe I’ve tried. Sugar wasn’t something we really enjoyed back home - considering how rare it was to get. Though, I’ve always been fond of things that tasted like honey. It was a rare treat to get! I suppose anything like that would be my favorite. ”

🤢 All time least favorite food?

“ It’s tough to say. I’ve always prided myself on being very open when it comes to food. There’s a great deal of stories to be told from each home in every land when it comes to a cooked meal; what ingredients they use, how many spices, their methods… All that sort of thing. I’m certain it would bore you if I spoke more, so… I’ll carry on. ”

FOOD ASKS || ACCEPTING

🧀 Favorite kind of cheese?

FOOD ASKS || ACCEPTING

🍦 Favorite flavor of icecream?

“ Hmm? Ice cream... Aha! You must be talking about those refreshing looking sweets I’ve seen people carrying around as of late. I’ve never the chance to try, myself, really. But... Judging from the colors... ”

FOOD ASKS || ACCEPTING

     There it was again, as always, that painful feeling of deja vu.

      The feeling that has him scratching his head and feeling sour over his lapsing memory. Bitterness aside, he almost couldn’t bring himself to speak up just to get the tall woman’s attention. Almost as though shame had been chewing long enough on his tongue for it to fall off... 

     Clearing his throat, he tries his best to swallow down his pride before she had time to wander off, knowing damn well there was little ways he could keep up without tiring out mid-way.

“ Madam? Excuse me, madam... ”

“ I beg your pardon…? ” It’s not every day you wind up as lost as a lamb and find yourself being examined by a towering stranger. Not that this was the most bizarre thing he’s had happen to him - another silent soul racing about Lordran had shown him enough “oddities” from their rash behavior alone (not that he was one to talk) to keep him from being too puzzled by the other. Though, he must confess, the hand waving thing was new. Almost as though they were trying to communica–ah.

“ Oh dear… I’m afraid I don’t understand what you’re telling me, ser. ” There’s a bit of hesitation in his voice as he shuffles his weight from one leg to the other.

    How long had he been walking in this exhausting heat? It felt like a lifetime; given that his feet had been aching under the crippling weight of his heavy armor for hours and then some. With heavy pants, the elder knight found himself stumbling over his own two feet before catching himself against the wall just for some air. It didn’t help that he’d been practically boiling inside, and no amount of opening his helm hoping for wind seemed to provide him with enough satisfaction to venture forth.

     As is his luck, it seems. The weather back in Lordran was hardly as intolerable as wherever this town resided.

     And as much as he’d hoped to have simply sucked it up and carry on with his exploration... He desperately needed a break.

     Without thinking much of it, he collapses down against the building, pressed against it with legs crossed and hands cupping the sides of his helm, effectually blocking a good bit of the sidewalk, it seemed. Ho and hums all around - it isn’t until someone seemingly “painted” bright red approaches that his attention is drawn away from just how miserably hot he was.