*/ dark knight

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Milf...

He's not sweating.

He's not sweating.

He opens his mouth.

But, oh Sweet Goddess -- that's Ingrid, coming in low and hard, tackling him into the pond!!!

astra does not laugh at, nor does she verbally acknowledge the spectacle playing out before her. ( living so long, she hardly registers humans attempting to flirt with her anymore. the wounds of losing adair still are fresh on her heart. ) she watches that poor human boy get tackled by a blonde head of hair into the fishing pond.

as she approaches these children, her sunset glare sets a quiet over the gathered crowd of rowdy children.

it’s not hard to see where marianne gets it from, but in the same breath . . . astra is the complete opposite of them. the slightly bored demeanor, the way she held her head high, the way she walked with a purpose.

“ you. child. ” she points a finger at the redhead in the pond, demanding attention in the way a well seasoned general commandeered a war-table. “ tell me. where is marianne, during this time of day ? and where does one find the newest professor ? i wish to speak with them. and speak quickly- my time is far too valuable to waste on such foolish displays of stupidity. ”

professor  gossip  .  .  .   seteth  &  astra  .  @starkete

seteth  placed  his  cup  down  on  the  table  ,  letting  out  a  low  sigh  .  he  cared  for  his  students  -  he  would  always  guide  and  mentor  them  .  but  it  was  safe  to  say  that  they  knew  how  to  get  on  his  nerves  from  time  to  time  .  

“  please  tell  me  you  had  a  better  week  than  i  did  .  ”  he  said  ,  offering  to  pour  her  some  tea  .  

An astral dragon? Just the sound of it earned a hum of awe from the youth as he tried to picture the genuine article in his head, despite knowing his attempt to do Moro justice with imagination alone would be a futile one without proper references – the unmarked idol can only accomplish so much by itself, sadly.

Still, with an epithet like “dragon of the stars,” this Moro certainly must be quite the majestic god. His title had a nice ring to it, akin to the Progenitor God Sothis. Wonderment, however, then made room for a pang of guilt when came her correction of his spoken honorific, and her nursing the ring on her finger. Quickly, Forwin’s folly dawned on him, so he made to apologize, head bowed low for a moment while he pressed his palm over his heart.

“Ah… Astra then. I’m sorry about before,” he murmured with a sympathetic smile, relieved that Astra would not hold his slip-up against him once she spoke of her home. It was as the dark knight said: the mention of Notre Sagesse sparked no recollection for the child of the Empire’s foreign affairs minister. “Ha, you’re not wrong. I can’t say I’ve seen it drawn on any world map I’ve ever read.”

An unheard of island from very far away… It certainly sounds fascinating.

“Oh! Right, you may call me Forwin. Forwin Tyrell,” for it is only fair he introduced himself—and his trusty instrument!—in turn. “Just your everyday bard living in Abyss, at your service.”

“ it is water under the bridge, young forwin. ” astra doesn’t hold any of the child’s slip ups against him. he is, after all- a child. ( he was a child, right ? ) astra did not have a completely firm grasp on how human aging worked- even after four millennia of existence.