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why must i "make sense"? is it not enough to have thoughts, incomprehensible and unhinged?

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" WHY AM I ALWAYS LATE TO EVERYTHING ? " on a normal day, it would have been just a regular jab at her own tardiness, but polina was never the kind of person who knew how to read a room. she was a skilled tidemaker, yes, but perhaps all the time she spent behind the walls in the little palace, studying up on the theories of the small science and grisha history, had given less time for her to practice her tactfulness.
while polina was never as ... aware as one should be, her statement was true. she had been late to the fête, her regiment of grisha blocked by some kind of local festival in some town just west of adena. they had arrived the afternoon after the fête, greeted by the aftershocks of the chaos that had happened before.
" nobody's telling me anything fully, " she says, tossing her golden hair over her shoulder, " i've been completely in the dark since i arrived at the little palace — please say you know what happened. "
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The danger, Jacob felt, had long dissipated once the creature was declared dead and a handful of Grisha were selected to study its corpse. Perhaps it was a foolish assumption. Perhaps Jacob simply wanted any reason to leave the Little Palace after having completed his work for the day, and while he could do a bit of training today, he thought there was no harm in putting it off for tomorrow. So, he ditched his kefta and convinced paid off a tailor to alter his appearance. From the perspective of the Little Palace guards, he was merely a servant completing his day of work.
It didn’t take long for the tailor’s work to wear off, but by that point, Jacob was far enough from the Little Palace to not care.
“Eyyy,” Jacob said, smiling and giving his signature hand signal, which, while completely innocuous, had the effect of making a stack of goods fall behind the person he greeted. “I can’t tell if I recognize you or not. Not that it matters when I’m in the mood to chat.”
Did it matter? Potentially, but he was in good enough spirits to want to talk with anyone, no matter their ability.
POLINA HAD NO REASON TO BE OUTSIDE OF THE LITTLE PALACE aside from her own desire to escape the place, at least for a short while. with everyone fussing over the events at the fête, it was easy enough to sneak off, through a secret path an older etherealki had told her about, one that bypassed the guards and all.
really, she just wanted to stop by the market to purchase some pirozhskis — she'd longed for them during the weeks her regiment was assigned to a town near the unsea, and now that she's returned, she didn't want to waste another minute without the ravkan puff pastries in her hands.
now, with a pirozhski in her hand ( and admittedly, a few extras stuffed into the pockets of her trousers — she had left her blue tidemaker kefta in her room to avoid being recognized ), polina's more than prepared to trek all the way back to the little palace. however, a sudden greeting and an even more sudden crash behind her, stops her in her tracks.
" that's all right, i don't recognize you either. " she responds with a curt nod. there wasn't any malice to her words ; she was simply telling the truth. " i apologize, i'm not that good with memorizing faces. "
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“Hmm.” It wasn’t often that Jasmine could take her meal outside her assigned quarters, nor was it considered the most sound decision after the tragedy at the most recent Fete, but Jasmine was easily prone to listlessness. So, naturally, she had thought to come outside. If a poor soul was wrapped in conversation with her, so be it.
“What do you suppose that thing was?” Jasmine asked. “I’ve heard that it’s not quite a Volcra, and anyone who tells me it is–” Jasmine held up one finger, out of pretend defiance. “–is probably lying.”
FROM THE MOMENT SHE HAD STEPPED FOOT IN OS ALTA, cirina quickly realized that gossip travelled around fast, so it wasn't much a surprise to her that she finds herself with various accounts of the events at the little palace's springe fête the following morning.
" hm, i'm not quite sure. " she hadn't been at the fête, and she had thanked the saints for the slight cold she had gotten that night that had barred her from attending. " i've heard multiple accounts, of course, though i doubt any of them are trustworthy, either. one of my maids said it was a wild boar, for saints' sake! "

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after the attack, lidiya’s resources and supplies were extremely low. it made her sad to think about all of her creations that were torn apart thanks to that horrible creature. now her shop was left in disarray and she craved new inspiration. lidiya walked with her hands in front of her, eyes too wide to do anything. growing up in a small farming village, she never had experienced a bustling town such as this.
“hm?” she asked before nodding her head. “oh i’d be happy to join you! i am in dire need of silks and linens,” lidiya responded, softly. she nodded her head. “i find that shopping for yourself is very personal,” she added as an afterthought. “i’m not very good at haggling, but i’ll definitely try.”
IF ONE HAD TOLD YOUNGER CIRINA, the cirina who had just been dropped off at khasar yul-altan's orphanage, that she'd be traipsing around the ravkan capital with a practically non-existent shopping budget, she would have laughed at their face. still, this was the life she lived now, and no disaster at some spring fête was going to keep her spirits down.
" then i can teach you ! " her tone is cheery, a spring in her step as she walked forward. " haggling is an important skill anywhere, because there's always a good deal if you pester them hard enough. " she chuckles, eyes scanning the busy stalls and shop fronts, " oh, but you have to tell me which fabrics to buy, i've seen your designs around, and i absolutely adore them. i'd love to have your second opinion on what to buy. "
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Sanya didn’t know why they’d agreed to this. Honestly, what benefit did they get? Well, leaving the Little Palace for the first time in what felt like forever, was a benefit. It was probably the main benefit. Being allowed the small bit of freedom without having to heal anyone was a blessing. Even if they had to listen to Cirina’s conversation. Fresh air, different scenery was worth it.
It was easy enough to keep up with Cirina’s gait. And really, just being outside was enough to soften some of the angry bitterness that was Sanya’s constant companion these days. They didn’t have to be a Healer today, and that was enough.
Their eyes stayed on Cirina as they moved through the crowds and down the streets. They didn’t even mind the frequent stops into random shops today. Small miracles, they supposed. A hum was the only response they gave for the moment, allowing Cirina to finish before speaking.
"Any specific fabrics you’re looking for?” They could fake caring well enough, at least for this small outing. Even on a good day, fabric wasn’t Sanya’s favorite thing. Give them a good knife and they’d talk for hours. Fabric just didn’t compare.
CIRINA HAD NO QUALMS on who her companion was, she grew up with people from all walks of life, ketterdam always rolling in some foreigner or another into its harbors every day. grisha or non-grisha, she was grateful to have someone to talk to while she did her shopping, and thus she was grateful for sanya's presence.
" oh, the usual, some silk, maybe even some cotton, the kaelish kind. saints knows i need it, ravkan summers can be hellish, and i'd like to purchase them ahead of time, before prices get too high and all. " she's distracted, even as she rambles on, as they walk through the market stalls, eyes darting around hungrily. " not that prices aren't already high enough, having to cross the fold and all— oh! " her sentence is cut short as she scurries ahead to whatever had caught her eye.
" come look! " cirina calls out to her companion, before turning her attention to what had distracted her in the first place. it was silk of a deep green hue, and cirina loved how soft it felt as she rubbed it between her thumb and forefinger. " well? " she asks, looking back up at sanya expectantly, " any thoughts? "
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CIRINA HADN'T EXPECTED to stay in os alta for as long as she did, and even more surprisingly, she hadn't expected to warm up to the place. it's not a surprise that the ravkan capital would be far more luxurious than even the finest houses in the geldstraat, but while she did enjoy the grandeur of it all, cirina admittedly missed the hustle and bustle of ketterdam at any time of the day.
( she wonders, often, how the exchange is faring. she's done her fair share of investing, of course, but it's hard to keep track of international news, especially on the account that it would have to cross the unsea before reaching its destination in os alta. )
what she hadn't missed from her hometown, however, was the inability to take long walks. os alta might not have the charm ketterdam has, but it did have one thing : safer streets. truly, a walk through any street of her hometown meant pickpockets at every corner, and that's just the optimistic outlook. cirina supposes that she has grown quite used to her daily walks around the city, often stopping by shops to look at their wares.
" we'll be making a stop at my favorite fabric shop before we return to my residences, " cirina informed her companion in perfect ravkan, " i suppose i could have a servant do my errands, but i'd rather much prefer picking out the fabric personally, plus i love haggling with the women at the shop. "
POLINA TIKHONOVA, a twenty-two year old grisha in the little palace. she is a tidemaker and are known in the little palace as the bon vivant. they are known to be jovial and airy and vaguely resembles elle fanning.
ahhh y’all know the drill ! this is really just a quick backstory and all, and if u wanna plot or smthn (pls do ! i love plotting!) just hmu through IMs or on discord spinch#8782 !

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CIRINA KIR-KHASAR a twenty-eight year old human. she is a noblewoman and is known as the primadonna. they are known to be sophisticated and sanctimonious and vaguely resemble ni ni.
hello, lovelies! this really is just an introduction to cirina, just to get the ball rolling— that means a proper bio post will be up soon enough! anyways, this really will just be all in bullet points, just so you get a general understanding of her backstory and such. if you wanna talk to me re: plotting and all, don’t be afraid to slide into my ims or hmu on discord spinch#8782 !
trigger warnings: mentions of death and drowning!