#support:celica

[💃] - "Why, Lady Rinea..." Celica approaches the other woman with a soft, friendly smile, gently lifting her skirts as she lowers into a light curtsy. "Would you do me the honor of accepting this dance?"

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Pursuing different interests meant less classes shared with her friend, but at least the two spent lunch together. It was more or less Mae begging to have a bite or two of Celica’s food, but she was more than willing to do her fair share of meal trading. 

There was no snack swapping to be had if her lunch buddy wasn’t there, however. The first day was a little disappointing, especially considering the lunch she had picked up was particularly rich, much to her own distaste. But she doesn’t think much of it, she figures the redhead was off on her own, finishing work to stay ahead. And with the second day came a little bit of concern on Mae’s end, but she brushed it off like the first and ate her sandwich in solitude.

But after three days? Something was up and she couldn’t shake the gut feeling, so after a long day, she finds herself in front of Celica’s dorm. Mae knocks on the door and puts her ear next to it, listening for signs of life or otherwise. 

“Celica? Are you in there?” No answer, so she tries again. “I haven’t seen you for days, I just wanted to check up on you...” Still no answer. 

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     As loquacious as she was, even she would like a night of quiet. Or one without men’s sad attempts at cajolery. 

    A nice fruity mixed drink was only an appropriate treat to herself after a long day of convocation events and duties. Unfortunately, since she had taken her seat at the local bar in town, she had been receiving nothing but curious eyes and base comments. She tried to ignore it at first, fingers gripping the glass with each remark thrown her way. Resorting to name calling such as beast and cad had little effect, in fact, it resulted in quite the opposite. 

    “Ah, roses with thorns are the ones I enjoy tending best. Shall we move someplace quieter?” The unwanted presence suggests. He reeked of ale and desperation. 

    An exasperated sigh leaves her lips and her eyes roll upwards. They never learn, do they? Perhaps a demonstration would be better suited. Tana turns to the lady sitting next to her. She had seen this lady before around the halls, there was a certain regal elegance with the way she carried herself, but something in her gut told her that she would make an excellent combatant partner.

[ Yours Truly (Letters) | Accepting ]

Enclosed in an envelope with a red wax seal is a letter addressed to Celica and slid underneath the door leading to her chambers. It reads:

Lady Celica,

I hope this letter finds you in good health. There is much I wish to say, of which most cannot be enclosed in a letter. I feel as though I owe a great deal of an explanation. All this is to say, if you wish to confer. If not, then I would so gladly leave the matter in the dark.

Anyway, you are an avid reader, yes? I couldn't help but notice in passing a copy of “Enchanted Love,” so I think you will enjoy another of a similar genre. The main characters throughout the series—Sir Clarke and Lady Harper—have undeniable chemistry, although their first meeting is not so pleasant. I wish to not spoil any more details in the case that you do decide to pick it up in what spare time you may have.

Do let me know if any of this interests you and you wish for our meeting in person, perhaps over a cup of tea? Or a even better and make it sparkle—champagne, wine, whatever you fancy.

Cordially,

Task board: Baby pegasi | Grants Flying +1 | @celestialbloom​

     Spring swept over the academy and with it, brought delicate petals and silvery white down. Valentia had neither shortage nor abundance of these flying steeds. Even so, Rinea had only seen grown pegasi suited in steel plates and metal rings for battle. Being averse to fighting herself, she had no need to familiarize herself with these steeds until now. 

     Needless to say, she had little knowledge nor experience handling said creatures. The extent of her knowledge was that they produced lovely cheese and dairy products. Standing at the entrance of the stables where foals galloped and whinnied left her shocked for lack of better terms. Fresh white coat like snow on Rigel mountains, there was some level of adoration that runs through her.

    Immediate recognition of red ringlets against the white causes brows to raise. “Celica—Pardon, Lady Anthiese,” she corrects herself with a short bow. It had just been a dream, a realistic one at that, but she had no place to be addressing the queen so informally. 

     “Yes, yes. I will. I mean, who else will father your children?” She half jokes with a nudge to her friend’s side. 

     Although, she did notice Celica getting cozy with the sword guy with a permanent scowl on his face. Oh, there was the house leader too... She snickers, but she’ll save that one for another time.

     They begin to part ways, when Mae stops in her place and turns back to her. The mage’s eyes lock with the ground and she tries to swallow whatever residual fear held on for their safety. Tears begin to well up at the thought of the worst case scenario, but she holds them back. Be strong, and put on a brave face. Mae takes one deep breath and looks back up to her friend.

     Red ringlets are the first to come into view of which could belong to none other than her best friend. Seeing her in blue and upside down was odd on a normal occasion, but might have been one of the more normal things she was going to see here.

     "Oh, Celi... Always the pragmatic one, aren’t ya?” Mae tilts her head to look at her best friend. Without wasting another second, she rolls forward and springs onto her feet. She wanted to practice her swordsmanship, but wouldn’t have guessed it’d be in the middle of... here. Oh, well. Free practice time!

     “Well, I’m ready, I was born ready!” She roundhouse kicks the air and jabs left and right. “Hah, hah!”

     In any other situation, Mae might greet her best friend with a huge grin on her face and a loving tackle, but with everything going on, she sits there with only so much as a glance up at her briefly before returning her gaze to the fire that crackled before them. 

     She wraps one of her arms around her shoulders in a somewhat awkward hug, but it was at least comforting in the slightest.