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@misericordel
LADY VEYLE from ENGAGE written by LEON. affiliated with TOA. deaconess for the church of seiros & fell princess set to take up the throne of gradlon— but if you ask her, she doesn't feel quite ready yet. . .
PINNED GRAPHIC by ALINA.
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word travels quickly on the grapevine — ayra & veyle
herald 2026 — authority +1
veyle hums to herself as she steps out of the church, holding two envelops with golden trims in her hands. she doesn't know what she did to deserve invitations to some fancy party like this, but the fact that she got two meant she could invite someone to go with her and make them happy!
the problem is deciding who. her brow furrows in thought as her steps become a little less frequent. there were so many. the divine one, her fell siblings, mauvier, maybe even marni… (would she enjoy something like that..?)
so lost in thought, she yelps when she suddenly bumps into someone's back. the envelopes flutter to the ground as she catches her breath, rubbing her poor forehead. "ugh, i'm sorry. i wasn't looking where i was going." she mutters an apology as the man she'd bumped into kneels to the ground to pick up the dropped invitations.
"these...." he mutters while veyle still reorients herself after the collision. he picks them up and stands suddenly, catching veyle off guard.
"you're lady veyle, aren't you? i was just looking for some help from the church." he grins as he reluctantly presses the invitations back into her hands. "you see, it's a private matter with my... my wife. you wouldn't mind following me to somewhere a little more secluded, would you?"
it all happens so fast that veyle doesn't see the obvious warning signs presenting. "s-sure?" she stutters, clutching the invitations close to her.
"well, just this way over here..! i'll be quick, i promise." he smirks, pressing a hand to his chest in a supposedly gentlemanly gesture.
@astrasword
Ayra makes her way across the courtyard with the same brisk purpose as ever, though the sight of a small figure with two-toned monochrome hair gives her pause. She turns to get a better look, pleasantly surprised, only to frown as she watches the man before Veyle pick her invitations up with far too eager an expression.
Usually, she wouldn’t intervene: She has got places to be, namely the knights’ barracks, and anyway this is none of her business... Or it wouldn’t be, but she knows how kind Veyle is and she also knows the grin that guy is sporting. It makes no difference that she has not seen the girl in two years now, or that her promise to Diamant was made while they were on a mission.
She heads over without hesitation, catching a mention to the man’s wife — an excuse, needless to say — while she approaches. Veyle agrees to follow him, bless her, and he smirks in a way that has the swordmaster itching to draw her blade in the same moment she halts behind the girl.
Out of consideration for Veyle as much as for awareness that he’d just play victim, she settles for taking hold of its hilt.
“Halt,” she commands, and much to her satisfaction the sight of her wipes the smirk off of his face. “You have an issue involving your wife, yes? I daresay I’m qualified to help with that more than our young friend here.”
She smiles at Veyle before stepping past her, then turns a much colder gaze on the man. “I may not be with the Church, but I am married,” she goes on, hand still on her blade, and sets off in the direction he motioned to.
“waugh!?!” the older gentleman screams in surprise at ayra suddenly showing up, veyle turning to look behind her at the same time. she gasps when she realizes who it is. “ayra…!” veyle smiles… before looking over at the man that had originally asked for her help. he remains where he stands and— is he trembling?
“you don’t have to worry. ayra’s a really good person.” veyle opens her mouth to speak loud enough for ayra to hear the entire conversation, completely oblivious to the fact that he is not so much scared as he is angry that this woman has appeared and completely ruined his chance to get her invitations for himself. “i think the both of us together will be better than just me— i mean, if you want to help your wife!”
a study in scarlet
⤷ mission task: infamous ( ransom )
By flight of feathers, a missive with a clear threat is delivered. Leif's blood stains the parchment, and enclosed along with it is an extra seed of proof for the doubtful: utilizing the invention of the photo-artifex, Leif himself is depicted, bloodied and bruised.
“A painting could be faked but this...”
The murmurs amidst the Golden Deer's numbers leave little room for productive speculation. Do they know his status, or do they not care? speaks out one. He's been missing for roughly a couple days, speaks out another. That DOES look like the Duke's Grand Gardens... speaks yet another.
All commentary but nothing that propels anyone forward or to action. The first to bring any forward movement is a mousey looking girl who goes back to inspect the invitation in the first place as everyone focuses more on the photo.
“Um, they're asking for a girl among us with white hair with black streaks and violet eyes to come alone for him...” She looks towards Veyle mixed in with their group. “That's you, isn't it?”
@misericordel !!
ever since they had fought during the monastery’s yearly ball, veyle hadn’t seen or heard a single thing of leif. she was starting to wonder if maybe it was really over between them— if she’d really done something irreversible in their last conversation. humans could be fickle. it shouldn’t surprise her that their friendship might be over, but it still does.
it isn’t until veyle has this missive in her hand that she realizes the real reason she hadn’t seen him in sometime. she stares at the photo-artifex of leif in shock, hands trembling. along with the photo-artifex is the so-called “request”— a thinly veiled threat at best — for a girl that fits her exact description and the consequences of what will happen to leif if they don’t get her. all because she “dared” to try and fit in with the rest of the monastery.
“… it’s asking for me in exchange for leif’s safety.” veyle says after a moment of silence, causing the crowd of students to start whispering to each other in speculation again. “it’s okay. i’ll go and make sure he’s safe.” she looks up, forcing herself not to tremble in fear and anxiety. the longer she stands there afraid for his life, the longer he’s going to be in danger. “where’s the knight who delivered this?”
thrones becoming pyres
w/ @misericordel
That ability to so stubbornly weigh her shoulders down with past sins is one that Nel knows well enough, mirrored in another whose decisions haunted him from day to day. In Rafal, Nel can only offer support-- to deny his involvement in the matter would be nothing short of an insult, a slight to his pride and his determination to do what he can to make up for a world destroyed. In her heart, she knows their Father to be at the center of the disaster... but still, he insists. Veyle does, as well. Unnecessarily. Nel's eyes fall closed as a long breath escapes her, along with a breathy chuckle. After all, she feels like she's having the same conversation with two wildly different people. "It is easy to see such situations in black and white. However, there are many circumstances outside of our control-- in your case, you had no other place to go. You had been led to believe that your safe haven lied in Zephia's hands... and by extension, Sombron's." A child's mind can be so easily warped, as Nel knows; in her own case, she had been mature and determined enough to resist any such attempts and eventually had the strength to wrench herself away from the environment. It wasn't until she was older, stronger, and able to stand on her own two feet with Nil in tow. "Things are not so simple. You did what was necessary to survive; there is no shame to be had in that." Maybe it's a cold perception, but... some sins are difficult to avoid in lives like theirs. "Should you have tried to rebel, I believe the both of us know how the attempt would have ended. You likely would have been killed, and not even by Sombron's hand." In her case and Rafal's, they had been luckier-- and had little choice in the matter.
"From now on, you and I can only make amends by doing the right thing. In my life, that is supporting the Divine One with all that I am. In yours, that is for you to determine." @misericordel
"...?" the little fell dragon looks up at the older with a slightly confused expression at the sound of gentle laughter. there were a ton of reactions she could have expected, but that was not one of them. veyle opens her mouth to defend her position, that she surely could have done something different with her powers as a fell dragon, but she doesn't get the chance to. nel speaks far too confidently for her to do so.
you did what was necessary to survive.
that's right. her papa was a cruel man no matter how she looked at it. even if she had rebelled, would she even have been able to get anything out of it? she'd barely been able to defeat him with the strength of her friends at her side. even the divine one had struggled.
... alone, she wouldn't have been able to do anything.
"... i guess you're right." veyle finally nods after a moment of hesitation. "but that's why i want to be stronger. that's why i want to become a good dragon like the divine one." her brow furrows. "so i can do the right thing every time."
to kill / coax / wait for the bird
⤷ ethereal ball 2026: cont. from here. ( first half )
When Veyle says it does matter, can Leif really claim to the contrary? Despite his own denial of it in the moment, and perhaps he does think about it that way in that specific scope, when he hears her deny him right back, it feels like an echo of so many of the petulant, bitter remarks he would have said too.
Because, when one's weak, it really does feel important. It feels all the more important when you can see what you can lack— even if not for who you wish to save but instead who you are yourself.
It keeps him quiet, uncertain of what he could even say to be convincing as a result. But before he can find his words, Veyle apologizes anyway.
“...I'm fine, Veyle,” he snaps himself out of his thoughts for the sake of answering her, realizing belatedly the inappropriate nature of his reactions. To her, he's an Emblem, and with it, a stronger and more heroic figure than he actually is. To speak his frustrations, to speak a sliver of his heart, would be to shatter any illusion. “But...”
Words fail him as a result. He forces his hand to unclench, doesn't shake off the way she reaches out, but his expression remains that moue of frustration bleeding with melancholy.
“Ah! Don't slow down!” a voice farther out, closer to the bridge leading to the northern part of the monastery, cries out in the night. “We'll never make it to the Goddess Tower like that!”
Leif turns his head at that. They're not voices he recognizes, but he can't say they're ones he wants to get in trouble. But when he looks back at Veyle, he makes his concession, weighing her ego over any false sense of altruism.
Because at the end of the day, that was something he wished to protect too for her.
“Well, they're all yours, aren't they, Veyle?”
veyle flinches, drawing backwards when he snaps at her.
"but...?" her expression falls. could she have done something irreparable to their friendship? the tension in the air doesn't pop, even when she hears the students in the background making a break for the goddess tower.
" leif, i..." she looks up at him— then away. she needed to do her job. she also needed to hear his answer, but...
( what if he doesn't want to consider me his friend anymore...? ) that thought cruelly jumps into her head. she doesn't want to hear his answer.
"mm." fell dragon finally quietly nods. then she turns and she runs, focusing on the students to distract herself from the pain.
"excuse me! you're going to get in trouble if you go any further!"
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handholding jail (daycare) — m!alear & veyle
Alear understands perfectly well, why he's in this position. Within his first days as a student, he managed to commit two acts of serious - albeit unintentional - vandalism. The lesser of those seems to have been successfully covered up, for now, but there was no chance of concealment with the greater one. Setting fire to a classroom, fighting a professor almost to the death… It's not that he'd wanted that to happen. He just hadn't seen another way out of the situation.
Perhaps his narrowed perspective is a flaw, in itself. Regardless, he accepts that punishment is due. The exact sentence is bizarre to him, but he can't deny that being forced into proximity with a stranger, physically holding hands, will be deeply uncomfortable. A type of psychological warfare?
He only knows two things, about the unfortunate soul destined to enact this with him. Firstly, she's a pillar of the monastery's community, expected to provide a model of good behaviour for him. Secondly, she's apparently a dragon, since he overheard a comment that 'we might as well pick a dragon to keep an eye on another dragon, right?'.
So he waits, in the classroom he was directed to, until this mystery figure appears.
Alear is not given to displays of emotion - unable to shake off the idea that such will brand him as defective, despite the awareness that here, people lacking those displays are less favoured. Yet maybe a flicker of surprise manages to cross his own face too, at the sight of her.
"You?"
He recognises this girl. She was amongst those who fought him, in that battle with the white-clad stranger who shared his face, his voice, his Emblem. The girl who resembled an older version of his last little sister, Veyle. How many ghosts from that battle are going to haunt him, in the halls of Garreg Mach?
He composes himself, remembering that he's meant to be on his best behaviour. "My name is Alear. Are you the one who will be joined with me?"
not only that, but he seems to recognize her. even veyle can catch the small flicker of emotion on his face when he sees her.
"oh, do you two know each other already?" the priest's voice to her side shakes her out of her momentary stupor. she wasn't sure how he was here without the use of a draconic time crystal, but it wouldn't do any good to cast even more doubt on him by questioning him right now.
whatever he's here for it has to be a big misunderstanding! she'll definitely clear him of any delinquency the church thinks he's apart of!
"oh yeah, just a little." veyle smiles and laughs nervously, rubbing the back of her head. "we met once before, that's all. my name's veyle."
she pauses, holding her hand out for alear to shake. her expression turns soft as she looks up at him again. "it's nice to see you again."
fruits of the harvest
mission board: epidemic / axe prompt.
There was a clear hesitance to her movements—nervousness, perhaps—and had he not known better, Diamant would have assumed her to be just a regular girl. Not a powerful Fell Dragon told in the legends, or the daughter of the monarch himself.
Certainly nothing like the princess who committed all those atrocities.
"I would imagine not." Diamant hums, "Brodia is also in the north, but it still manages to get some sun—we don't have to deal with the near-constant blizzards that Elusia does, or the cloudy weather. Gradlon, however..."
All he knew of it was what had been told in history books. The land of the Fell Dragon, cast under the sea by Queen Lumera's power. And of course, what he saw during the war: a dead land, completely bereft of life.
"Was it always like that? So... barren."
"uhm..." veyle closes her eyes, trying to remember what it was like before. "mm..." she grumbles, as if making noise will help her concentrate.
finally, she sighs and shakes her head. "sorry diamant, i can't remember a whole lot from before my last nap." she glances up at him, wondering if he'll be disappointed that she can't do what should be a simple task.
if there's one thing she can do at least, it's tell him what she knows about gradlon now. "i think it's getting a little better though. i've seen a few different plants sprout and stuff."
stuck between a rock and a fell dragon — joachim & veyle
“It's okay. I could have helped more too,” Joachim tries to lessen the guilt Veyle feels, stating what he thinks is a fact, though he's unsure how helpful it'll actually be in real practice. “It means a lot that you would try to help even if it looks like we're stuck here.”
Dainty as Veyle looks, he doesn't doubt that there's a real chance she might've put more strength into pushing those rocks than he did. Not that he didn't try to put his all either, but... he still sees himself at the bottom of performance lists in his classes. Maybe if Veyle had been caught with someone else, someone with real might behind their muscles, she would've been freed.
But she's stuck with Joachim, the weak boy whose strengths couldn't help him survive.
“It's not much, but when you're stranded, it's best to stay put. I'm sure once they realize you're missing, they'll get the force of the other knights to come looking and rescue you,” Joachim tries to be optimistic. “So let's stay here and conserve our energy for when they come for you, alright?”
Joachim tries to invite her by taking a seat then and there on the cavern ground himself, and he invokes the little mana he has within his body to spark a flame for light and warmth, dancing the fire on his palm.
“It's not much, but I'll try to keep this fire going for as long as I can.”
veyle looks downward, shifting on her feet while listening to joachim try to cheer her up. what he says isn't wrong, but there's still a not so tiny part deep inside her heart that tells her she shouldn't here if she's going to be so useless— regardless of what effort she puts into it.
".....alright." she nods reluctantly, taking a seat next to him and hugging her knees for some form of comfort. "have you gotten stranded like this before?" veyle looks over at him, realizes how rude of a question that might be, and stammers. "i mean, it sounds like something like this has happened to you before but you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to..!!"
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handholding jail (daycare) — m!alear & veyle
herald 2026
"thank you again for helping with the reforming initiatives for some of the more... rowdy students." veyle looks up to the head priest as he speaks, skipping lightheartedly alongside him.
"not at all, father!" she smiles, holding her hands behind her back in a relaxed manner. "honestly, i'm really happy that even someone like me can help others like this. everyone deserves a second chance, but the fact that it's me giving it to them …"
her voice trails off. she really never imagined something like this for herself.
"ah, here we are." his voice interrupts her thoughts as they step in front of an empty classroom. veyle blinks, staring at the head of red hair present in the classroom with a surprised expression on her face.
the divine one... from the past?
@reddaydreaming
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word travels quickly on the grapevine — ayra & veyle
herald 2026 — authority +1
veyle hums to herself as she steps out of the church, holding two envelops with golden trims in her hands. she doesn't know what she did to deserve invitations to some fancy party like this, but the fact that she got two meant she could invite someone to go with her and make them happy!
the problem is deciding who. her brow furrows in thought as her steps become a little less frequent. there were so many. the divine one, her fell siblings, mauvier, maybe even marni… (would she enjoy something like that..?)
so lost in thought, she yelps when she suddenly bumps into someone's back. the envelopes flutter to the ground as she catches her breath, rubbing her poor forehead. "ugh, i'm sorry. i wasn't looking where i was going." she mutters an apology as the man she'd bumped into kneels to the ground to pick up the dropped invitations.
"these...." he mutters while veyle still reorients herself after the collision. he picks them up and stands suddenly, catching veyle off guard.
"you're lady veyle, aren't you? i was just looking for some help from the church." he grins as he reluctantly presses the invitations back into her hands. "you see, it's a private matter with my... my wife. you wouldn't mind following me to somewhere a little more secluded, would you?"
it all happens so fast that veyle doesn't see the obvious warning signs presenting. "s-sure?" she stutters, clutching the invitations close to her.
"well, just this way over here..! i'll be quick, i promise." he smirks, pressing a hand to his chest in a supposedly gentlemanly gesture.
@astrasword
wanted plots — july 2026
for veyle only— she's unaffiliated so she can take either of them up with whoever. i don't have any specific interests for edain on the mission board, but if you're interested in picking something up with her feel free to dm me on discord !!
authority +1 — veyle is such a goody two shoes that the church gave her a whole two invites to go with someone else. problem is, she doesn't know who to go with... and she's gotten attention for being one of the few to get more than one on monastery grounds. girlie is very subjective to peer pressure and wanting to make others happy, so this could go a variety of ways! (taken by ayra!)
hand-holding prompt(s) — problem student? have a tiny girl attached to your hip that refuses to go away because she genuinely wants to help. honestly open to more than one person taking this prompt bc like hello. look at veyle. she's perfect for this.
𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗜𝗔 𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗜𝗕𝗨𝗦 𝗖𝗨𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗨𝗥.
mission. EPIDEMIC⠀∶⠀reason.
FELIX CAN'T BELIEVE HIS EARS.⠀🗲⠀paying who to make things up about some common medicine seller? why would anyone bother? yet, he finds that there's nothing for him to say——he can't exactly prove that it's not true, though he hadn't expected to come out today needing to. and deep down, he'll admit that a part of him wonders if they're wrong ; the church is hardly innocent despite what they'd like everyone to think. he's seen enough these recent years to question some of their decisions himself. was there more here they hadn't been told? it wouldn't be surprising by now to be sent on a wild goose chase to apprehend a criminal, knowing only half of what was going on.
"just get lost!" the crowd, sensing their upper hand, has grown bolder ; the voice this time belongs to a young boy, voice still high.
"get out of here!" others join in.
" ' what do we have to do to make you believe us ~ ?! '" someone mocks in singsong, "maybe don't think you can march off with anyone who helps us!"
"take your holier-than-thou attitude with you!"
"get hit by a carriage on the way out!"
this isn't getting anywhere. if they keep trying, it's likely they'll be met with force, and putting down a crowd of unarmed civilians just to arrest one potential crook is the work of a fool. they'd only worsen the villagers' impression of the church if they did. "let's go," he says to the girl, trying to convince and steer her away before she can make some other plea to just embarrass them more. "this is pointless." snatching the allegedly counterfeit papers back from the still-seated man, he turns on his heel and begins forging his way back through the crowd, chest burning with humiliation.
"please, you have to listen to me—!" veyle tries to protest, holding her hands up in pointless effort to try and calm the crowd. nothing she does is working, and even the physical evidence...
do we have no choice but to give up?
just as she's thinking this felix marches forward, taking the papers back and leaving with them. "huh?" veyle blinks rapidly before running after him— ignoring the mocking cheers as the two of them make their exit. "felix, wait!!"
it isn't until they're a bit away from the crowd that she expresses her concerns, holding her hands nervously to her chest. "you don't actually think the church is setting him up, do you!?" her brow furrows. "you saw how weird that guy was acting! there's no way...!"
june 2026 → passed
skill points → 39 to 40
faith → D to D+
to kill / coax / wait for the bird
⤷ ethereal ball 2026: cont. from here. ( first half )
“Huh??” goes Leif's immediate reaction. But to her question, he does give it honest thought. Did he think her weak? Even subconsciously? Umber eyes newly attempt to appraise her. He supposes, if truly asked, he would find arms slender like hers unlikely to be put high on his list of candidates to ask to grapple with and capture another...
But then the final part of what she said finally hits him. Something so obvious, she says. In an instant, he's flushed again, embarrassed at how stupid it paints him for not thinking the same.
“Of course it's obvious to you!! You're the one on guard duty!!” he shoots back, too mortified to stand down and admit the truth in more direct means. “And what does being weak or strong matter?? Or are you saying you wouldn't warn me if I was walking into a trap and you knew it?
“If being strong was all it took to keep people from getting caught, I wouldn't be...” His fist clenches at his side as his face scrunches up, rueful.
veyle tenses under his gaze, drawing in on herself for some semblance of comfort. she's used to being stared at— evaluated— but it's a little scarier when it's an emblem she admires.
he doesn't say she isn't weak— so it's true. he really does...
"it does matter." she mumbles, staring at her feet. if she isn't strong she can't be a good dragon like the divine one. it matters way too much.
but when she looks up and she sees the expression on his face, she stops thinking about how strong or weak she is for a second to worry about him.
"ah, i'm sorry. i didn't..." she reaches out hesitantly towards him. she doesn't understand why he's making that face, but she knows she doesn't want him to make it anymore. "a-are you okay?"
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a fell dragon and a priest walk into a cat cafe — pandreo & veyle
veyle stands outside the newly trending cat café that just opened, eyeing the customers that went in with a jealous gaze. she always thought cats were super cute, and the idea of a café where you were surrounded by them sounded like heaven.
but she wasn't sure how people would react to a fell dragon's presence there of all places. what if she ruined the cats for everyone? "mmm...." she grumbles to herself, biting her bottom lip. it was like she was separated by a big ravine, unable to cross.
"this is too big of a hurdle, i can't...." she sighs, lowering her head dejectedly and turning to leave.
she promptly bumps into a flash of orange hair. veyle gasps, stumbling backward in surprise and hitting the ground. urgh, how embarrassing! "ow, ow ow...." she mutters, rubbing her lower back and not yet looking at who she had bumped into.
@martyrdance
look to windward
zephia & veyle.
And in spite of herself—or, put another way: in a moment of ugly, twisted honesty—Zephia's expression softens. Not much, not in any way that might be visible from afar, but just enough.
(Enough—for what? For it to matter? It is far too late for anything to change.)
"You can," Zephia says, to both. You can hurt me. You can hate me. "And you should."
Finally, movement. She crosses what little space remains between them, unafraid of the dagger that could swing for her throat at a moment's notice. Maybe it is because Veyle is too small for it too matter; too soft, for it to hit anyplace important. Maybe it is neither of these things.
"It isn't that difficult, child. If you perceive someone to have wronged you, why not wrong them in turn? What benefit do you seek to reap by turning the other cheek?" Darling fool. "Despite what the others might have told you, revenge is sweet."
her shoulders draw up tight in surprise when she crosses the distance between them, but she doesn't step back. holding her dagger's handle to her chest, veyle shakes her head a little more fiercely than before.
she looks up at zephia with not the fell eyes of her father but the kind eyes of her mother.
"how many times do i have to say that i don't want to do that for you to understand that i'm not.. i'm not going to kill you!" fell dragon shouts back, frowning fiercely.
"i don't care how sweet revenge is or whatever you're saying... i like spicy food not sweet food anyways!"
