#ferventpartisan

Once Frederick had declared that he would oversee her lessons for the day, Emmeryn had picked up her little brocade dress skirts and hurried to the magnolia tree on the castle’s large green. It was a far away part of the gardens, past the hedge maze and flower beds and statues. The green was vast, and the first half of it was made up of softly rolling green hills. The large flowering tree was atop one of them, and it was Emmeryn’s favorite tree, by far.

She was out of breath, for even though Father said that good princesses do not run, she had run anyway. But the shadow of the magnolia tree was vast, and she carefully cleared an area of fallen leaves and petals, making a good space for Frederick to join her and have their lesson.

“Surely Frederick won’t tell Father,” Emmeryn mused to herself, reaching up to a low hanging branch to pluck a fully formed white flower and tuck it into the little twirled bun she wore. Mother always insisted that she dressed properly, now that she was a big sister. Even though the bodices on her dresses were stiff and unforgiving, and the padded skirts could get hot.

“He won’t want me to get in trouble,” she nodded to herself, carefully taking a seat now that she had made herself presentable for class. 

Frederick was getting the books, so all there was left to do was wait. And with hands folded eagerly in her lap, Emmeryn’s green eyes kept a dutiful watch on the garden horizon, looking for the young squire in his uniform who’d be coming to meet her.

( i think a separate starter would be a bit cleaner :v if you don’t mind! )

( who shall start us off then? )

( but yes we can transfer that to a thread if you’d so like! )

( I DON’T HAVE ANY TINY FRED ICONS THOUGH I’M SO EMBARRASSED HIDES FACE )

“Ah, Sir Frederick, it is a pleasure to see you, as always.”

@ferventpartisan

———————With time off during the Vytal Festival, Penny wanted to know more about the world. It seemed so small with what she knew of it. Well she knew plenty, facts and figures and the like, but nothing substantial. She yearned to know people, and places, to have memories worthwhile. That’s what the real meaning of being human was wasn’t it? Memories that connected you to people and places? So once more, Penny found herself walking out of Vale through a pillar of light and into this strange place—and straight into someone.