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How does Sothis work?

In the past I went full in on the “Sothis is a ghost” thing, which I believe made it a little difficult for others to interact with her. To combat this, Sothis is now a mostly physical person with limits. She can touch things, she can be touched, however it uses far more of her power to do so on top of the power she already uses to keep herself visible, and it makes her very sleepy if she does it too much or for too long. This shouldn’t really effect anything IC beyond a bit of internal flavor on my end and is mostly just me giving it a downside to justify the canon diversion to myself, so you can interact with Sothis as if she is a normal person! Just don’t question why she can fly shush it’s fine totally normal.

Can my muse see her?

Yes. She is visible to everyone now! She is not quite used to this yet either don't worry it's just as weird to her as it is to you.

Three Houses/Hopes Spoilers below: [Tagged: #{Careful now. — Spoilers}]

Total Skill Points: (19) —> (20)

Skill Up: Sword (B) —> (B+)

Claims: Dancer, Playbill of a Farce

Threads

Waiting for response: (Take your time!)

how do you do fellow moms — w/ Chrom

mirror mirror of my tears — w/ Lachesis

sorry I didn't push your oomf off the carousel — w/ Darios

In drafts:

Blue and Yellow is making me see Red — w/ Byleth

steal from the rich and give to the me — w/ Sanaki

Our cooking is fire! Oh no wait our cooking is ON fire. — w/ Panette

If you don’t see your thread here, please DM me. It may have gotten lost in my records.

💐 !! BONUS — Post-Ball intentions !!

Such a strange device, the photo-artifex is… in a good way, but perhaps too good to be true. Perhaps that is why she has largely avoided it in the years prior.

For one with a memory as terrible as hers, a guaranteed token of memory should feel like a blessing! Yet that little voice in the back of her mind keeps demanding otherwise. For what if, there is some sort of catch? What if the way it captures images is that it steals their very souls! Locking them in a cycle of torment for eternity all so that their smiling faces may be forever preserved for the future!

Of course, she doesn’t really believe that (certainly the church would never allow such a thing in the presence of children. Though honestly, who knows with them at this point), who would? It is silly at best, and laughable at worse. Perhaps this is how Byleth feels for her interjections.

But…

…What if she doesn’t show up at all? What if, in this moment meant to be so very joyous… it is how she discovers that still, even now, she is not truly… real?

Sothis shakes her head vigorously, forcing off the unpleasant thoughts. No, she cannot be thinking as such in the presence of one she knows. They are both here so that they can make a pleasant memory, and so pleasant memory they shall make!

“Do you have a particular pose in mind? I believe that is what we are meant to do, yes?” Sothis questions as she ‘scoots further in’ towards Darios as directed by the waving hands of the photo-taker. Despite all her observations of others using the box, to pick a pose herself is… a bit more of a struggle than she had anticipated, suffice to say.

The children tend to enjoy that one with two fingers in the air, she thinks? She’s not entirely sure what the symbol itself means, but… surely it is nothing offensive if it is so very popular! It is, in the end, the ‘cool thing’ to do regardless. And she, of course, is quite cool. It is only natural she should follow suit.

“Do you believe this may be the year we are at last lucky enough to witness a spirit in our midst?” Sothis giggles quietly as she turns her gaze from the familiar friend to the view beyond the window beside them — distinctly storm-less out there (and distinctly cave-less inside), this time, though that is for the best. Inconvenient for spooky-atmosphere-building as it may be.

“I do not believe I have heard tale of anyone dying upon the dance floor… but who is to say? Perhaps there is more that lies beneath our feet than dirt and tiles, hehe… just in case,” The green-haired girl turns to the bouquet of orchids in her arms, plucking one from its center to rehome amongst the petals of Panette’s own.

What the hell is this sugar bomb on Ike's plate? He looks at it like it's an insult. He doesn't want to waste it, but he doesn't really want it, either. When he sees that familiar woman (girl? He cannot tell), he wonders if she'd like it.

Wait, no. No one would want his leftovers. Or maybe she'd be just as angry at the food waste as he would be?

He bows politely. "Hello, Miss." It's more polite to call a woman Miss than Ma'am, right? Makes them feel younger, and they value that. He thinks. He hopes. He's thinking way too hard about this. "Have you tried these bun things?" Please take them away from him. Please.

Ah, the polite one returns! And as well he comes bearing gifts, no less! It has been a short while now since they last crossed paths, but it appears as though his manners haven’t waned with time in the slightest. That is good. There is still yet hope for this world.

“Hm… They do ring a bell of sorts, yes. Though I cannot quite recall if I have had any, myself…” Sothis sighs, leaning her cheek into a palm over crossed arms with a small frown. Such is the unfortunate consequence of seeing so much over so long, and yet doing so little for even longer. To be alive in the physical sense is much more a memorable experience than the rest, to be sure, but… differentiating what has been tried in truth or tried in dream can be much a struggle.

Still, new or not, Sothis cannot help but chuckle at the look on his face as he speaks of them. “Why, are they not to your liking as you had hoped?” She smiles, feigning a look of empathic concern to mask her amusement at least a little, to hopefully non-offensive levels that wouldn’t be misconstrued as mocking. But honestly, who wouldn’t be a little amused by the sight? Such a large, intimidating figure — yet so terribly uncertain, almost nervous — and over such small little pastries? It’s adorable, really.

Or… perhaps it is simply the prospect of speaking to her again that worries him so? She couldn’t necessarily blame him for feeling as such, should that be the case, but… Sothis’s expression softens ever further, just barely as she reaches her arms out to receive the plate, all the same.

What a… unique appearance, this one has. As do many of the students lately, now that she thinks about it. Perhaps it is some sort of new fashion trend…? Or…??

…No. No, it would be rude to ask. Curious though she may be, self-expression through fashion no matter how odd is a very personal thing. Far be it from her to make a student feel bad about themselves simply because she doesn’t understand their choice in headgear.

Or how said headgear is…. Moving….???? Hm. Must be enchanted, for some reason. Another oddity.

“Oh my, well you have quite the colorful collection in your possession, don’t you? A veritable rainbow of flowers. You must be quite cherished.” Sothis offers a smile as she leans over the other’s shoulder, hopefully lessening any potential discomfort that follows as she reaches an arm into his space to run a hand across the petals.

“Hmm… but wouldn’t they look far more striking if you were to position them like this?” Grabbing the stem of a flower in the bouquets center, she positions it instead to the edge of the gathering — then the one once in its place, she shifts again to another side, brows furrowed in concentration the further along the chain she gets. “Perhaps if we move this one here… these two up here… and…”

Finally leaning back, Sothis pulls an orchid from her own bouquet, securing it firmly in the final remaining space between flowers needed to make it symmetrical. Or, as close to symmetrical as one can get with flowers, anyway. Loose and crumbling in nature as they are (especially cut as they are), it would be unreasonable to expect it to last more than the few moments of stillness the conversation gives them. But for now, it is nice. And that is what matters.

“Oh, Edelgard! What a pleasant surprise!” Sothis cannot help but beam at finding herself beside the house leader. She cares for all the students in Byleth’s classes equally — hard as that may be with the sheer volume of them, as of recent years. Wherever are they call coming from? — but the ones with capes have always been some of her favorites to watch.

…Or, wait, she wouldn’t know about that, would she? Have they ever actually… spoken like this before? She feels they must have, but she can’t seem to recall a single time… She can’t recall much at all, really, but that usually extends to before the academy, in a time which they most definitely have not met.

Ah, well. Better to accidentally introduce oneself twice than come off a stalker. She can blame her poor memory for the slip if she had. 

“Forgive me, I fear my mouth took hold before my brain — I do not believe we have actually been properly introduced. How rude of me.” Sothis turns in a short yet polite bow, as one should when greeting the imperial princess. Even if it feels more than a tad awkward to bow to one she feels so familiar… Not as though the familiarity is likely shared. “My name is Sothis. I fought under the banner of the Black Eagles during the most recent Battle of the Eagle and Lion. It is most delightful to meet face-to-face that whose is behind the banner at long last.”

Introductions finished, the girl turns her attention to the bouquets they both carry — a match in their base of orchids, though one is quite clearly larger and more diverse in color than the other. “Quite the assortment of flowers you have accrued already! Very impressive. Though I suppose as to be expected of one as highly regarded amongst your peers as you.”

If Sanaki had to regularly wear this style of footwear in her court, she might choose to give up the throne altogether. Indeed, the blasted plates are already digging into her heels, and she's glad to be able to briefly retreat to the first aid booth… in a valiant effort for her feet to survive the night.

As she's massaging ointment into her blisters, though, a flurry of motion catches her eye. "Sothis? Is that you?" the empress greets, frowning. "Why are you hiding all the way back here?"

It's no place for a lady at a ball to be, especially one so well-dressed. And at that moment, in the center of the ballroom, the band starts up a new tune---one that promises to be lively through and through. "Come on!" Sanaki goads, shoving her shoes back on and grabbing the girl by the hand. "Let's dance, instead---"

Not another one… Sothis tsks mentally at the sight of yet another student taking a seat by the makeshift recovery zone’s edge. Honestly if you are not going to be able to survive the night in your own choice of shoes, why even wear them at all?! Not really much point in scolding them all over it, though. If the pain isn’t enough to dissuade them, harsh words hardly will. Nothing to do but be inwardly disappointed as she finishes with one student and moves onto the next.

“Yes, yes, have patience, I shall be with you in a mo—“ …Wait a minute. She knows that voice. “Sanaki??”

Whatever organizational system she had planned can come to wait, supplies in her hand discarded carelessly in the general direction of their home rather than the proper spot in favor of the far more important task of rushing to the familiar face’s side. A largely unharmed face upon first once-over, thankfully. 

“‘What am I doing here’? Why — I am here because someone needs to be responsible for your health in this— this sneeze-fest they decided to call a ball!” Sothis scoffs, gesturing wildly about the room at the (admittedly lovely, but) far too abundant flowers, the various stacks of discarded shoes both temporary and long forgotten, and the few sniffling students in the very back corner — consequence of the aforementioned floral assault.

“Thankfully there are not too many students having reactions as I may have feared, it— Wha—“ The unexpected grip on her hand suddenly pulling her forward is enough to cause the girl to stumble slightly. A rather odd feeling, like a drop in her stomach. A fear? But of what? The ground?? The sensations of walking truly are so terribly strange. “Wait a moment — are you not injured enough already?? Such fast footwork would only serve to exacerbate— are you even listening to me??? SANAKI!!!!”

So she protests, though she does little in actual efforts to pull the other girl back. Perhaps it is unwise to give in so easily when there are so many relying on her presence that they are leaving behind… But are there really that many? Surely, they can survive just a moment in her absence. To care for them isn’t truly her job, anyway, despite her taking it on… And she does so terribly wish to dance…

Hopefully that's silly enough! She hums, handing the glass over alongside a rose.

“Ah! Hello, Maria. I hope the night has been treating you well?” A hope and worry both, seeing as she’s visiting her — the self-appointed allergy nurse for the night… but she shows no obvious signs of distress upon first glance. No watery eyes, her voice and laugh both remain clear and bright as a bell as she remembers it before in their brief encounter, and most importantly, her nose is no more red than the usual pinks that come with having flesh, and the blood that flows beneath.

Sothis smiles. Good. It would be quite the shame if one so kind were to fall ill so soon.

“Yes, it is quite the surprising change indeed. And here I was under the impression it was a cultural staple of sorts.” Perhaps not for all Fodlan, she’s seen far too little of the place to feel confident in saying so for certain (a fact of which she is certain Maria in particular is well enough aware of to make saying as such rather redundant, thankfully), but for the academy it must be, surely? In her observation, at least, it serves a core part in nearly every aspect of daily life in Garreg Mach. Though, perhaps that view is the fault of her choice of company’s choice of activities. She has always had her doubts fishing was as frequent a task for the average person as a certain someone tended to make it, anyway…

“Though perhaps the tea is just running… ‘fashionably late’, as they say. Building anticipation for its ‘grand reveal’ as the celebrity that it is.” The girl giggles as she sweeps her arm aside towards the main entrance, flowing sleeve trailing behind on an arch like a curtain pulled back to reveal a stage. A stage home to nothing at present, but that is very much beside the point. Unless, of course, one were to shift perspectives to focus on the very nothingness itself. “Or, perhaps the staff simply believed it time for a change. To do the same things — feel the same experiences over and over and over… after a while, it becomes terribly dull.” 

Allowing her arm to drop back to her side, Sothis returns her sights to the matching reds of the girl before her and the offered flower — and the adorable doodles she takes careful efforts to not disturb as the cup transfers hands to her own. A very cold cup she nearly drops thanks to the unfamiliarity of it. She knew ice was meant to be cold, but goodness. What kind of crazy person picked this up and went ‘yeah, I wanna put that in my mouth’?????

It’ll probably taste better than it feels in her hands. Hot food was much the same, after all, just with a burn of temperature rather than a stab. For now though, she picks an orchid out of her own bouquet to offer in return, alongside a smile wide enough to (hopefully) match the her on the glass.

…Until the rain, that was.

Tch… she’d been worried about the students catching colds then, but now is practically a pollen-infused sneeze factory for those with allergies… A pretty one, at that, but she doubts they’re afflicted will come to care. Another shame.

Well, loathe as she is for the task despite her heart’s longing for dance, someone has to do it and she doubts many others will be willing. Time to go set up a first aid stand in the corner…

Sothis has orchids!

Roses: Maria, Thrasir, M!Shez Orchids: Claude, Edelgard, Panette Lilies: Ayra Hyacinths: Joachim Tulips: Darios

Outfit below the cut!

Not too far from where they're sat—perhaps on the other side of the nearby hedge, with how easy it is to make out the conversation—two friends giggle and chat animatedly about gifts that they've exchanged with one another. One girl gives a frilled ribbon she'd sewed herself; her companion, in turn, produces a handmade bookmark made of pressed flowers. They're exceedingly simple gifts, all things considered, but the girls sound like they've given each other offerings of pure gold.

"...Hm," Zephia hums, thoughtful. "I suppose some are easier to please than others. What of you, then? Would you be as happy as those girls if those gifts were given to you?"

Perfect Teatime?

Is it odd, to be watching others while with another? Especially when neither yourself nor your ‘another’ have any affiliation with said ‘others’, as far as she as aware. It is not too dissimilar to how she spent much of her days prior to the suddenly unexplained change to her very being, but to do so now, while she is visible feels a tad…

…It is probably fine. It is not as though they are intruding on anything private, and they are both in public as well. It is exactly as fine as it were before, not to dissimilar at all.

“I suppose it is safe to assume you would not?” She spares only a passing glance to the odd woman across from her, but it tells little more than what was already made obvious by the mildly condescending tone of the question.

“For myself, I fear I cannot say with certainty one way or another. To hand make something for another is a labor of love unlike much else, and such labor is more than deserving of equal love in return, but… I cannot say I have much use for a bookmark, nor do I have purpose I could give to a ribbon at present.”

Working together…

A place you’d like to visit…

“I’ve been here a little while, but sometimes I feel like I’ve barely seen anything at all!” She means it, even if spoken lightly, perfectly content as she gently stirs her tea. Outside of Garreg Mach itself, sometimes it feels as though she’s spent more time in dreams — an idea that extends even to her beloved Archanea, somewhat.

“I’d love to see some more mountains! Oh, or more of the seaside, too! They remind me of home, hee hee… but I’d be happy to go anywhere; Fódlan is such a pretty place! And if I could go even further, I’d like to see Elibe, or even Jugdral! I have a friend who told me the children there all have stars in their eyes…!”

Smiling, she pushes the plate of cookies toward the other girl and asks: “What about you? Is there anywhere you want to go?”

Perfect Teatime?

“You do, hm? I must say, I understand the feeling. Far too well, one could say…” The girl chuckles into the teacup brought up to her own lips, hiding a smile she would have to guess only she would ever quite understand. To live a place for so many years, or even all your life, and yet still not see all it has to offer is a dilemma everyone likely faces at some point — though to have such a dilemma be at the hands of someone else’s will and schedule rather than one’s own? She wouldn’t wish to ‘one-up’ another’s feelings, but… circumstances speak louder than any claim ever could.

Still, it is rather cute to hear others talk about similar sentiments, even if not identical. And with such excitement to it no less! Such a lovely sight cannot possibly be understated. The world really could use so much more enthusiasm like that.

“That all does sound most wonderful! You are truly fortunate to have such a vast wealth of dreams and experiences. You really must tell me more about them sometime,” The teacup clinks against its saucer home as it leaves her hand in favor of one of the offered cookies, leaving the smile on her face unguarded as it shifts to one more of gratitude than internal amusement. Not that she would have planned to hide such a thing, anyway. That would just be rude.

Total Skill Points: (19) [ Hiatus ]

Skill Up: N/A

Claims: N/A

Threads

Waiting for response: (Take your time!)

how do you do fellow moms — w/ Chrom

Our cooking is fire! Oh no wait our cooking is ON fire. — w/ Panette

In drafts:

Blue and Yellow is making me see Red — w/ F!Byleth

steal from the rich and give to the me — w/ Sanaki

mirror mirror of my tears — w/ Lachesis

sorry I didn’t push your oomf off the carousel — w/ Darios

Perfect Teatime? — x2

Were things always so low to the ground? Or did someone think it a funny prank to cut all the chairs legs down a couple inches? And just why exactly is everyone staring at her?? She knows she’s an unusual sight perhaps, most certainly so compared to the rest, but she had believed most others were used to her presence by now…