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@nyraxodeyer
BASICS:
Name: Nyra Odeyer
Age: 35 ( 375 )
Occupation: Fae Queen & Head of the Emerald Hotel + Puck's Luck
Species: Fae — Siren
About page: click here // Full bio: click here
PERSONALITY:
Positive: Compassionate, Sentimental, Patient
Negative: Irritable, Passive, Self-critical
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As if finding out she was fae wasn't enough of a shock, Charlie had come to learn about all sorts of creatures in Lunar Cove. Which included fire dogs and vampires that turned into cats. Her head was spinning, still, weeks later. "Hey Nyra." Her companion today, the fae queen, had also been ill impacted during the town's masquerade event. "Sure!" Charlie wanted to say, "it's great!", but that would've been a lie. Something she hadn't been able to do since Sienna showed up at her door.
"I'm real sorry to hear about..." The younger siren trailed off, as she was unsure what the proper niceties were for such a situation. "..what happened to you.." Her eyes fluttered slowly between the fae queen and the water before finally landing on the woman. "I hope you're doin' alright?"
Nyra's smile softened as Charlie approached, warming a little further at the concern that followed. She could practically see the younger siren trying to find the right words for a situation that had very few. "You don't need to worry about finding the proper thing to say," Nyra assured her gently. "Besides, I am still here, which makes things considerably easier." Her fingers skimmed across the pool's surface before looking back to Charlie. "I'll be alright," she said honestly. "It's been an adjustment more than anything else. Strange, frustrating at times, but not something I can't manage." Though this hadn't been something she faced in all her centuries of existence, it still needed to be one she would have to learn to get used to. "You've had a few adjustments of your own lately. I'm sorry for not providing more of a helping hand that night. How are you really getting along?"
"Is that supposed to be some kind of riddle?" Vannah lifted her brows over at the other fae as a giggle escaped her lips. "Or are you just tryin' not to say the word," She leaned forwards, dropping her voice into a teasing whisper as she mouthed, "wet?" The lilt of her voice rose once more in amusement as she offered up, "Because, you know, I'm sure some might find that to be a benefit. But, hear me out. I'm sure we could work with this. Does it have to be all of you that's wet or just a part of you and does gel count, cause if so, the wet hair look could become one hell of a signature style?"
Nyra pressed a hand lightly to her face as she laughed, the sound warm despite the embarrassment threaded through it. "I was trying not to say it," she admitted. "Though I suppose eventually I have to. Damp hardly sounds any better." Her nose crinkled faintly before another amused breath escaped her. "Oh, believe me, I've already been teased enough over it. And now I add you to the list." Despite knowing this was a different lifetime, and the siren before her was a different person, the teasing sat easily between them. As Sienna continued though, Nyra shook her head slowly. "It appears to be that a part of me has to be wet at all times." The words earned another soft laugh from her, "Hang on... You want to me to make this into a fashion statement?"
Rangi's eyes followed the line of Nyra's, to the water that lapped at the Fae Queen's feet. "Oh." The sound that came out of Rangi's mouth was soft and quiet but she was sure Nyra heard. It wasn't every day-- or any day, really-- that a siren could stand in the water and not end up with a tail and gills. She watched Nyra even cup water through her hands, the liquid draining between her fingers and dribbling back onto the ground. She was a little entranced by it all, especially with her mind still trying to wake itself up.
"What? I--" Rangi had almost forgotten her own state, feet cool in the sand. "It hasn't-- it's just a little thing." If only it was just this one time. She wished she could say that. She shook her head, shrugged, tried to say no but couldn't. "I think the giant fire dog is the most to blame."
Under different circumstances, she might have found the whole thing amusing herself, but there was very little to be amused about this unfortunate situation. "Oh, is exactly right. It is strange, I'm still trying to get used to it."
Nyra's gaze returned to her with enough scepticism that made it clear she did not quite believe it was just a little thing, but not so much that she judged. "Mm, well, I suppose then wandering barefoot to the beach in your sleep is always a common occurrence." She was still unconvinced but chose to not press too hard into that. "One of the reasons, yes, I know the hellhound caused much destruction. Were you hurt in anyway? I apologise, if I was in a better place I would've helped."
"Oh. Well in that case, you may have lucked out with more of a benefit than a curse, huh?" She hummed under her breath, though judging by Nyra's unsettled demeanor, she had a feeling there was far more to it than simply having to be fully submerged now in order to grow a tail. "So, what's the catch"
"In a way, yes." At the question though, she glanced down at herself as though considering how best to explain it before lifting her eyes back to Savannah. "Could inconvenience be a catch?" she asked. "I now exist in a state of someone who has just stepped out of the shower." To emphasise the point, Nyra lifted her arms slightly from her sides before giving a slow, almost playful turn in place. Her dress clung lightly against her frame, dark hair still wet where it rested against her shoulders despite the fact she had not submerged herself at all. "You see?" she said with a quiet laugh. "I suspect the ocean has decided I belong to it a little more literally now."
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"I actually try to have nothing on my mind at all points of time if I can help it." Even if it was hardly working out for him these days, despite the sheer volume of substances he had managed to be taking. "Oh come on," Vivek grinned. His voice dropped to a low hum against her inner ear as he pointed out, "You like it, and you know it. I'd even wager you happen to find me charming, even though I'm guessing you'd rather not give me the satisfaction of admitting it, hm?"
"And here I was going to say I could help you become wetter, but I'll take your forgiveness instead. And oh? You don't think being damp all over is an improvement? Who would've thought?" He let out a low and amused whistle. "And see, that is one word I don't think I'd ever use to describe you. But what do I know?"
"Trying to have nothing on your mind sounds suspiciously like someone with entirely too much on it," she remarked lightly. But when his voice dipped near her ear, though her eyes narrowed just slightly, amusement also easily crossed her features despite herself. "Mm. Is that what you've decided?" she mused. "That I secretly find you charming?" The corner of her mouth curved faintly, enough to suggest he was not entirely wrong, though she had no intention of granting him a full victory. "I suppose you are entertaining and interesting," Nyra allowed herself to admit, "which is close enough."
The next comment drew a soft laugh from her, quieter this time as she shook her head. "You truly never know when to stop, do you?" Her gaze drifted briefly down to the water clinging to her skin before returning to him. "I think you are vastly overestimating how pleasant it is to feel perpetually damp. But oh? No?" she asked head tilting slightly. "What word would you use for me, then?"
"Cataclysmic levels of stubbornness, I fear," Ben agreed. "Apocalyptic, even." He set about making the tea, the movements of it familiar and practiced. It was simple but repetitive, something that he'd done since he was a child, making tea for his parents while they worked in the evenings, hoping he'd get to have a cup with them, and sit, and talk, like he was one of adults, too. "You'd think that a faculty meeting would end at a set time. You'd also be surprised," he joked. He looked over his shoulder before shrugging. "Patience is a learned skill, but I've been practicing with it since I was a child. My parents tried to instill it in me. It went well with manners."
Nyra laughed at that. "Apocalyptic feels accurate," she agreed. "I sometimes think the council could turn even the briefest of matters into a centuries long dispute if given the opportunity." Which to give credit where due, she supposed, though their discussions circled around the ether countless times, when it came down to it, action did prevail. And with a world that always under some type of duress, talks aren't given importance even when she at times felt it was necessary. "Maybe all meetings are in need of an blaring alarm clock, reminder of time and to stay on topic." She didn't think it'd work well, but the thought was amusing enough.
"You wear patience well," Nyra said, observing Ben briefly as he prepared the tea. "Most people only manage civility for so long before frustration begins speaking for them. Your parents sound wise. Manners are becoming something of a dying art lately."
Ignacio hummed. "And yet, for many, the sea is...there is no prediction, you understand? It is a chaos. It is subject only to its own whims. I do sympathize. There are many who would find standing among the bees frightening. I think bare before nature is the proper place to stand." He hummed, breathing in the salty air and offering something of a succinct shrug.
"Yes. One cannot rise above when one is already weighed down. Sacrifice is nobler. Silence will not stop a greater evil," he mused distantly before glancing up to meet her eye. "I am still sorry you were wounded. My hands are muddied. And your wound has not protected any of us. You do not deserve it." He shook his head. "I am unable to lie, Nyra. I will not write your name down. You may write your own, and perhaps we will balance one another, yes?" He hummed. "I am grateful for the kindness this place has shown me, this Court. It had made them target you. I wish they had targeted me."
"You are not wrong," she said. "The sea is chaos to many people, but perhaps that is why I find comfort in it. Chaos is rarely as frightening once you understand its nature. Like you with your bees." Her gaze drifted briefly toward the horizon before returning to him. "You speak as though this is a failure of sorts," Nyra said quietly. "By no means do I see this as a wound. I'm not injured, just inconvenienced. I can still shift into my siren form, my powers have not dulled. The injection and experiment was against my will, and I carry that side-effect rather strangely, but it hasn't incapacitated me."
When he admitted he would not write her name down, Nyra was silent for a moment, though there was no frustration in her face, just one of acceptance since she really couldn't force him. "I do not require dishonesty from you," she said after a beat. "Nor blind loyalty. But you must stop wishing suffering onto yourself in place of others. That is not kindness. Sure, sacrifice is seen as a noble thing but for our kind self-preservation is a vital thing. Many thing would see to our downfall, do not include your own name to it. You belong to this Court as much as anyone else within it. Protecting you and others is not some unfortunate consequence of leadership, Ignacio. It is the reason for it."
"It's hard to be alone in this town, anyway. Someone always finds you whether you want them to or not," Billie murmured. It wasn't the worst thing in the world, but it could be exhausting to never have a moment. It was probably worse for Nyra. People actually needed her. Billie looked out to the water. "I keep thinking it'll... wear off. Go away. If I shift enough times, then I'll change back. That hasn' been the case," she murmured. She glanced back at Nyra. It seemed to be the same for her.
Billie didn't want to answer the question. "Are you?" Was anyone doing alright? It seemed unlikely. She shrugged. "I think you were dealing with your own problems." There was nothing that could have been done to help Billie at the masquerade. It was just one, well, clusterfuck after another.
A quiet hum of agreement left Nyra at that. "Privacy is a rather fleeting thing here. But I have my spaces to retreat into. It helps to have those." Her gaze drifted briefly toward Billie's arms when the younger siren spoke, and she found herself nodding in understanding. "I thought much the same at first. That whatever had been done to me would correct itself if I simply waited long enough. That my body would eventually remember what it was meant to be." Her attention returned to the water for a brief second before returning to her. "I suppose it hasn't forgotten entirely. Simply... shifted into a version I never thought possible."
At the question, Nyra offered a small shrug. "I will be fine." It was the closest thing to honesty she could offer without entirely avoiding it. "I was dealing with my own problems, yes, but it is still my responsibility to help where I can." A faint breath escaped her, almost amused at herself. "Though admittedly, I am not sure how useful I would have been considering I barely had control of myself. Is there anything I can do for you now?"
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The hotel pools were quiet at this hour, the late afternoon sun scattering gold across the water in shifting patterns that danced against the walls. The usual noise of the Emerald faded here into something softer, something she preferred. Nyra sat near the edge of the deeper pool, one hand trailing absently through the water beside her. Despite the contact, she remained unchanged, though the dampness clinging to her hair and skin suggested water still affected her in ways she was learning to adjust.
At the sound of approaching footsteps, her attention lifted. "Charlotte," Nyra greeted warmly as she spotted the younger siren approaching. Standing up now, she put on her robe before taking a seat on one of the lounge chairs away from the pool's edge. "Thank you for coming." She motioned lightly toward the empty chair beside her. "I thought this might be a better place for our conversation than inside."
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"I am sorry. I did not mean to...eh, sneak." Ignacio offered a weak smile, readjusting the cloth bag hanging over his shoulder. It rattled a bit as he moved, revealing that he had perhaps been engaged in the dreadfully serious task of gathering seashells.
"I did not expect to see you here. I had gone to the Emerald Hotel, and you were not there. But I do suppose a beach is a natural place for sirens, yes." He nodded, his gaze drifting out to the water momentarily and to the horizon that lay beyond it.
"I would like to give you an apology. You were injured due to my inactivity, and in the future, I will vote for myself. I had wrongly presumed that one could defy evil by refusing to participate in it, but that is not true, you understand? Inaction is as bad as poor action." He hummed. "I hope you will find place to forgive me, and if there is anything I can do for the good of the Court, I am, as always, your humble helper."
"You're fine, I simply wasn't paying much attention," Nyra replied, offering him a small smile. "The sea has always been a rather predictable place to find me. In some ways, it feels easier here than at the hotel." Her gaze drifted briefly toward the water. Her altered form required adjustments to be made to accommodate. They promised comfort but she wasn't entirely certain comfort could truly be found while existing in a state where she could never seem to fully be dry.
"You were not wrong to struggle with it," she said, "A choice was still made, whether you wished to make one or not. Refusing entirely was never truly an option in those circumstances." Her brows furrowed slightly then at what he continued to say. "You are fae, Ignacio. I am your Queen. Protecting our kind is the responsibility I accepted. I do not hold this against you, there is no need for forgiveness, if anything, should there ever be a next time, which I sincerely hope there will not, I ask you to write my name again without hesitation or guilt for doing so, understand? I'd rather it be me."
Bex wasn't dead, and that was all that mattered to Billie. But Bex had also died, and that's not something that she'll ever forget. And even if she'd woken up, she wasn't the same. Maybe that matters more to Bex than it does to Billie, which is of course understandable. That was Bex's life. Of course she was upset about it. More than upset. Everything had changed. Even Billie was changed, though she was trying very, very hard not to think about that. The desire to get out for just a little bit of fresh air wasn't met with any sort of resistance, so Billie found herself, ironically, near the ocean. Close enough to see it and the fae queen standing in it, but not close enough to touch it.
"I'm sorry," Billie said. She hunched in on herself, scratching at her arm through the sleeves of her shirt. There were scales there, now, even dry, but they weren't supposed to be on her arms at all. The last time she'd gotten in water and changed, she'd seen her hands and screamed. Needless to say, Billie wasn't exactly thrilled by the thought of getting in the water again. "I didn't mean to bother you."
Nyra turned at the sound of Billie's voice, her gaze settling on her with quiet calm as the tide slipped around her ankles and retreated once more. "No need," she replied simply, "You're not bothering me at all. If I wished to be alone, I would have chosen somewhere far less public." She wasn't exactly seeking anyone being in such an open place, but wasn't too vexed with company. Her gaze lingered a moment longer, taking in the way she held herself, the tension, the careful distance. Nyra moved away from the waters edge to lessen the gap. "Though I'm surprised to see you here." She knew Billie wasn't fond of the water, a very young siren who did not like being a siren. Nyra didn't blame her, knowing Billie's past, something that intertwined with her own, she knew the girl wore it with discomfort. "Are you doing alright?" she asked after a beat, "I know the masquerade wasn't easy on you. I'm sorry I couldn't do anything to help you."
"I can see that," The southern drawl left her lips as her eyes lingered on Nyra's very wet skin, scanning the other woman up and down as she tried to make sense of this. While she might've been pretending to only have been around for a little bit, in over nine hundred years, she had never once seen a siren standing in the water dripping wet with human feet the way Nyra current was and the sight couldn't help, but give her goosebumps. "So... how... how does it even work exactly? I mean can you not, you know, grow a tail no more or nothin'?"
Nyra didn't miss the way Savannah's gaze lingered, it was a look she knew well, one she herself had worn when she first realised. The curiosity, and the unease that followed. It wasn't unwarranted. "I can," she answered, "I haven't lost it, thankfully." She met her gaze, a familiarity there despite the centuries between them, before her attention dipped to the water at her feet, to something older than both of them. Something that should have been just as familiar, and yet, as another wave brushed against her skin, it felt like a contradiction to what should have come so naturally. "It takes more than just a drop of water now. I need to be fully submerged to shift into my siren form."
Oh, fuck. Was the first thought Rangi had when she blinked and found herself standing on the beach. It wasn't late, but the evening sunlight had already turned the sky orange and pink, and the cool air blowing off the ocean waves made her shiver. She ran a hand through her hair, before looking over at the fae queen. She looked almost as lost in thought and out of it as Rangi felt, still trying to pry her mind out of the disorientation sleepwalking always left her with.
"Sorry," she muttered, digging her feet into the sand. She wasn't wearing shoes again. Christ, she was gonna have to start sleeping with shoes on, wasn't she?
Still, the strange look on Nyra's face helped ground Rangi in the moment. So much had been happening during the masquerade, but Rangi remembered bits and pieces. She remembered screaming a lot. She remembered seeing Nyra's face in one of them.
Clearing her throat to try and wash away some of the raspiness her throat still clung to, she asked, quietly, "Are you, um-- okay?"
Nyra's attention shifted fully to Rangi as she spoke, the distant look in her expression easing almost immediately. It did not take long to notice the details, the lack of shoes, the lingering confusion, the way she seemed to still be pulling herself awake while already standing on the shoreline. Brushing off her apology with a wave of her hand, Nyra offered a small smile, "You don't need to apologise. I imagine ending up on a beach is considerably more unsettling for you than it is for me." She kept her tone soft as she walked a little closer, "I will be," she answered honestly. "Things have simply been... strange lately. Not everyday that I can do this..." Bending slightly, Nyra cupped a handful of seawater in her palm and let it slip through her fingers in a slow stream. Under any other circumstance, it would have been enough. A quiet laugh escaped her despite herself.
She straightedged with a low hum, wiping of her hand on her dress, though that seemed entirely redundant as she was still damp from the side-effect. "Your sleepwalking has struck up again after the masquerade, I take? I remember some of what happened. Am I partly to blame for your voice?"
"Yeah, well, it seems like you and I might both happen to have the same getaway," He admitted. His voice was all but a low murmur as he observed the siren before him standing, just as he was, ankle deep in the waves, and yet, she was very much still standing on two feet and not a tail. "I guess it would be pretty uncouth of me to comment on the fact that you are wet, hm? Very wet too by the looks of it," He quipped not being able to help himself from making the joke, figuring they both could use a bit of reprieve anyhow given how he had trying to fight his own itch to track down ichor and wind up in a very similar place as she already was in.
"Mhmm, seems like it," Nyra said as Vivek approached, "Lot on your mind too?" She tilted her head slightly at the comment, amusement flickering across her features. "You just couldn't hold yourself back, could you?" Nyra replied, a light shake of her head accompanying the words. Still, the remark did what it intended and pulled her, however briefly, from her thoughts. "I'll forgive the observation," she added, even if she had a feeling he wasn't the least bit apologetic for it. "Damp, I think, is also what I've heard in passing, though I'm not sure if that's any better?" There likely wasn't a nice way to phrase it but she didn't give that attention. "I'm settling on strange."
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josie shook her head a little, offering a soft, easy smile as she stepped a bit closer but not enough to crowd her. “it’s okay,” she said gently. “i didn’t mean to sneak up on you or anything.” she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, glancing out at the water like it might help keep things calm between them. “i come out here when my head gets too loud,” she admitted, voice light but honest. “walking the shoreline, listening to the waves… it kinda helps everything settle.”
her eyes flicked back to nyra then, a little more careful, like she was picking up on something she couldn’t quite name. “you alright?” she asked softly. “you don’t have to tell me anything, i just--” a small shrug, warm and reassuring, “you look like you’ve got a lot on your mind.”
"No, you're alright," Nyra said, giving a slight shake of her head. "I should have been paying more attention to my surroundings." Though, at present, that felt easier said than done. Her thoughts had been restless lately, always moving, vast and difficult to quiet, pulling at her much like the tide at her feet. Still, a faint smile touched her lips, softening the admission. "Yes, it has always had that effect," she said, her gaze drifting briefly back to the water. "I've always found myself drawn to the sea. There is something comfort about it." It was more than just that though, it was instinct, something older and far deeper than simple fondness but she left that unsaid.
"I'm alright,” she added, and there was truth in it, though perhaps not the whole of it. Alright was often a matter of perspective. "Just... adjusting to a few things I had not expected to question." Nyra's gaze returned to her, calm and attentive, gently turning the conversation away from herself. "And you?" she asked. "What's weighing on your mind?"
"I was being generous," Ben admitted as she said the word. Yes, "enthusiasm probably wasn't quite what he was looking for. It felt too benign for what usually ended up going on in the council room. "I don't think we could handle stubbornness, in that case," he added jokingly. Anything more antagonist at times and it was likely they'd end up with a species war on their hands. It was true that it could often get quite repetitive. Sometimes he wondered if they'd ever get done with talking about certain subjects.
Ben looked though his cabinet, considering. "I don't know if I have a favorite, per se, but I usually drink black tea, if that works?" He chuckled. "I find myself constantly debating what's easier to handle: a faculty meeting or a council meeting. The last few month have really been leaning towards faculty meetings, though, and that includes the inter-departmental ones where the business school is constantly complaining about the benefits of the liberal arts."
Nyra let out a quiet breath of amusement at that, "No, I imagine stubbornness would be the end of us all. Though I suspect some would argue we crossed that threshold years ago." At the mention of tea, she gave a small nod. "Black tea is perfect," Nyra said easily. She leaned against the counter, the tension of the earlier meeting absent now, replaced by something far more relaxed, though the mentions of faculty meetings brought forth a light laugh. "er gaze drifted briefly as he spoke of faculty meetings, a soft, knowing look settling in. "That bad? But I suppose, in a faculty setting, there is still some expectation of conclusion. Council discussions have a way of... circling themselves. Though I imagine both require a particular patience," she added. "You seem to manage it well."
