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âIt was nice to get out of the cabin for awhile, I now have a new plushie to add to my slowly growing collection, a cute little Elekk.â
(This RP was so much fun, it was interesting to play a more relaxed and carefree Faunvia around her brother @ciarann-heartfall )
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He had been quiet for far too long. Older or not, Ciarann's silence proved to mean the man was up to something. As she moves through the small cabin, Faunvia finds a pair of scissors and numerous scraps of black paper. A little further, and she comes to his room. The door is open a crack, and if she peeks in, she finds her foolish brother standing in front of the mirror pressing various shapes of dark paper to his upper lip. Each new scrap is shaped different than the last. (@ciarann-heartfall)
The confusion was apparent on her visage for several long moments, eating at her enough to finally ask, âCiarann... w-what are you doing?â
One glowing eye flitted about his room, as if somehow there may be more evidence to clue her in on what was going on. She had to admit though, at least this one appeared to be quite benign, at least until the thought of some sort of moustached disguise hit her and she gave her brother a deadpanned look of disapproval.
Currently she couldnât quite think of one instance where his disguises didnât cause trouble.
( @ciarann-heartfall Iâm dying)
There was a firm knock on the door and then silence. Ciarann was out hunting or doing dumb guy things, leaving Faunvia to check the door on her own. After no doubt waiting a few minutes, to ensure the person was gone, she would find a parcel lovingly placed at the step. It was wrapped in brown paper and had a card on top. Sister~
I would love you even if I didnât have to. I mean, probably.
~The best big brother ever.
P.s. Donât think of this so much as a Love is in the Air gift, but rather a âWelcome Homeâ gift. Love ya, Faun.
The box was cool to the touch, but, as if there would be any question that it was from him, Ciarann drew, poorly, a deer across the sealed paper.
Within, Faunvia would find a plate of colorful fruit kabobs and another little box. Inside THAT box, she would find a golden pendant on a chain.
Faunvia opened the door after a sufficient amount of time, picking up the parcel and looking it over, the crudely drawn deer on the front letting her relax enough to bring it inside. Placing it on the kitchen table she carefully opened the card, a soft smile curling at her lips and lighting up her usually sad eyes.
Her glowing gaze flitted to the parcel again, a small giggle escaping her at the drawn deer on the front before she carefully set about peeling the paper open so she could save the little piece of artistry. There was a soft sound of surprise at the colorful array of fruit kabobs before another box caught her attention.
Opening the box with delicate fingers her brows raised at the pendant within, gently taking it out and smiling a bit sadder this time. So much of their life seemed to have been filled with changing who they were, the Quelâdorei, then Sinâdorei, and now they were the Renâdorei. In her lifetime alone she had seen three emblems that marked her people. Placing the pendant about her neck she sincerely hoped this would be their home, for better or worse.
A note, found in a mailbox addressed to Faunvia. It looks battered, from where it came from had troubles delivering it to alliance territories. "I do not quite support you and your accomplices' actions...but I hope you find solidarity in this world that the Sin'dorei have still fought so hard to find. Al diel shalah, sister of the void." -@TheCleverBard
She read the letter once, even pulling the hair back from that hidden side of her face to read it again, her eyes widening in fear.
Accomplices? Actions? Was this someone from that House?
Fear gripped the womanâs heart and she bit her lip, fingers shakily touching the scar still on her cheek before carefully letting her hair fall once more.
They barely reached this new home, would they have to find a new residence? Was anywhere safe? The letter was focused specifically on Sinâdorei but that could be a ruse...
She had to show this to Ciarann. Heâd know what to do.
(@thecleverbardâ and @olivia-lovecraft for mention)
