#hst.tellus

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      Dinners were often uneventful, nothing but chattering and gossiping–which can be entertaining, but the subject of conversation was something she knew little of–and Ingfrida was itching for an adventure. Why shouldn’t she, in a new land she had only heard stories of? With her father’s head turned to the scholar from Calx with tales of the holy city’s history, Ingfrida slipped out of her seat and tried to subtly walk towards the doors she presumed led to the kitchens when she came across another,  ❝  Pardon me, would this happen to be the way out?  ❞

Going towards town center, it didn’t take long for him to spot HER. Flowing brown hair and eyes so beautiful that he wasn’t sure he’d seen anything more PURE or GOOD, this was only his third or fourth time happening upon her. Why was he so taken? Was this what they meant of ‘love at first sight?’. He hated himself, knowing the house that she came from is the same he had been programmed to hate with every fiber of his being. Even so..

angry green eyes like daggers glared at the man before ophelia as she swallowed her poisonous words, the ones she so wanted to spit into the mans face & watch him CHOKE. the lady in waiting was a lot of things to a lot of different people, a daughter, a lady, a friend; but had been long enough that the word whore meant nothing to her other than a job she used to have. blood BOILING as smiled the sweetest of smiles & leaned in close to the foolish man who open his mouth to the redheaded fox of a woman  ❝  call me a whore again & you will lose that precious manhood of yours. ❞  she whispered harshly before pulling away that sweet smile still across her face, before she turned away from the pig of the man pulling her cloak up around her face. eyes catching the face of someone before her, the young woman just bowed her head & smiled softly.  ❝ i truly hope you didn’t hear any of that nastiness. ❞

the HOLY CITY holds a combination of kingdoms, each more hostile towards the other than the next. macsen is fairly certain that, had they not been standing on sacred soil, the people would all be creating CHAOS. more than one glance at his armor and the ARVUM insignia decorating his uniform with disdain. whispers of his people sound much the same: KILLERS. murderers for taking revenge on the reapers that sought to wreck their land -- though macsen was not entirely certain that his rulers were behind the poisoning of the late monarch of pestis, rumors fly, and each ignorant fool thinks himself more knowledgeable than the last. on his end, macsen doesn’t know MUCH. his worker’s hands have turned into soldiers and he wields them in the battlefield as his queen commands. life took his wife, his little girl, and there is really nothing more for the man to do than to resign his attempt at NORMALCY and give in to the wishes of his kingdom: if he cannot serve his family, he will serve his realm. a flowing fabric retreating a stranger’s body catches his attention, straying the soldier from his stroll. he picks it up as it falls to the ground and runs to meet its owner. “ excuse me -- you dropped this. “  

Edgar finds himself amongst royals and priests and, yet, he’s BORED. He misses the confines of his home in Calx, misses hunting along impossible terrain where the wind whips his face. Rather, now, he finds conversation monotonous and the thought of sharing space with Imber is enough to make him go mad.