#seteth support

Starter for @gricencchos

Ignatz stood in the entranceway of the reception hall. Today was the Future’s Fair and the hall was lined with various booths, students going from booth-to-booth with hopeful eyes. The atmosphere was filled with hope, with students being assured of their future.

Ignatz tried to enter the hall, but he couldn’t move. His path was already decided for him. He would become a knight for a noble house to help his family’s business. 

But there was a voice in the back of his mind, one that Ignatz tried to ignore.

“Are you sure about that? Don’t you want to do something else?”

Even though Ignatz tried so hard to suppress this thought, he sometimes entertained the idea. What if he followed his dream? Could he live successfully doing what he loved? 

Glancing around the room, Ignatz saw Seteth. He’s a responsible adult, he would quell the worry in his mind.

With exams right around the corner and warm weather, it is difficult to stay focused. Maybe a little break wouldn’t be so bad? With the Great Tree Moon in session, trees’ leaves have turned a pastel pink. A little ways out of monastery grounds lies a large tree pink with leaves and… ribbons? A petite merchant with a sack twice her size informs you these ribbons are people’s wishes and hopes tied to the trees ribbons. She goes on and on about fate and destined love. She pushes a pink ribbon your way, insisting you give it a whirl. What’s the worst that could happen? [Grants Faith +1]

@gricencchos

Warm weather was finally cutting through the lasting gloom hanging over the monastery. A northern breeze had begun to carry pale petals over Garreg Mach, and droves of students had taken the short walk to find the source of the pastel showers.

It was surely a sight to behold; Eldigan had never seen a tree so large, nor sprout such delicate blooms.

‘They only last a single week.’ A young girl trills beside him.

Eldigan is pulled from his reverie and looks to the lady addressing him. ‘Poetic for th’ Great Tree Moon, don’tcha think?’

He softens, and muses back, “A time of new beginnings, and fleeting transience.” He looks up to the tree again, a seed of hope sowing within. Maybe he too could let go of the regrets of his own Lone Moon. “Winter has fled, and a fresh start is in the air.”

‘That an’ love!’

“...Love?”

The girl throws an arm around Eldigan’s shouder’s before gesturing closer at the branches. ‘Y’see all those ribbons? Wishes for the comin’ year. Promises of young lovers to hold each other close for another spring.’

Eldigan exhales dismissively. “You misunderstand me, milady. I’m a- married man.”

‘All the more reason to make a wish for you and your love.’ She says with a wink, reaching into her bag and pulling out the same sort of ribbon hanging from the tree. Placing it into his hand. ‘Send up a little prayer for your lady.’

The lord stares down at the silken ribbon, in something like curious wonder.

Bernie squeaked in surprise. “I-Is it really?” She hadn’t planned that at all. She’d gotten overwhelmed by the list of teas that had to offer, she’d just panicked and chosen one at random...oh no, what if he thought she was following him around to learn these kinds of things? “I-I hadn’t planned for that, I promise!”

There’s so much hustle and bustle in the ball, her eyes momentarily flickered away. It’s stressful...she’s run into so many friends, sure, and people have been impressed by how long she was managing to stay, but it never made it any less stressful. So many people, everywhere, all the time...Bernie wished it was just her fellow Eagles. At least then she would be in a room full of people she knew.

“S-stamp? Oh! Right. Um....” Bernadetta fumbled about for a moment before she pulled out her sheet. She frowned at it. She really had filled it up, huh? Who would have expected Bernadetta of all people to get the number of stamps needed for that secret prize? Certainly not Bernie.

@st-cichol

The halls were empty. Good, the coast was clear. Bernadetta stepped out of her room with the upmost caution. She didn’t want to be in anyone’s way, after all. Plus, whoever she ran into would’ve likely began talking to her, and she wouldn’t want that. She wouldn’t know what to say, and whoever she spoke to might get angry with her if she didn’t know how to respond. The situation could get messy, and Bernadetta wanted nothing to do with that. She treaded down the hall, needle and thread in hand in order to begin a little project she had in mind in the greenhouse.

As she went down the halls, she began to grow comfortable of the outdoor silence. The thought of going down to the greenhouse began to overshadow her fears, and for that moment, she was happy. Bernadetta began to pick up the pace and broke out into a hum.

Then she stopped, catching a glimpse of a man with green hair. It was the archbishop’s advisor, Seteth. She crept behind him, not wanting him to notice her. However, her thoughts began to spill from her lips.

Bernadetta let out a shrill squeak, clutching tightly at the cover of the book she was reading. She was surprised she hadn’t been immediately scolded for being where she was. The second floor of the library was usually not for students, but she found it much easier to read up there where people wouldn’t come and bother him for stepping out of her room.

“I-I’m sorry, Seteth. I probably wasted all your time making you look for me when I should’ve just been in my room like I’m supposed to be.” The book soon found a new use, as with a frustrated whine, she placed it over her head to try and hide herself away again. “Oh, good going Bernie, you stupid waste of space!”