#support:innes

        “You dare call me mad? You easily forget that it was you who flung off your pants upon entry! Do you do that with all the ladies in your life?” She began to earn stares from passerby. If she was not careful, a closer look might paint the wrong impression on her. 

        Uncle, no, Goddess, pray forgive me. I have not perceived anything born from my own desire. She clasps her hands in prayer. Surely this was some test of faith, temptation to drive one to act...unwise, but her resolve was stronger than that. 

        She slowly turns around, hands over her eyes just in case it was unsafe. Seeing he was now decent, if only marginally, she uncovers her eyes, breathing a sigh of relief. Indignation crosses her face within a moment’s notice and she crosses her arms. One hand gestures to the mess now on the floor. “Well, I think it rather obvious what my intentions were before you decided to be so... indecent in front of a lady no less!” 

        Silence ensues on her end as her eyes flicker to the side. To be put in such an awkward position with someone she saw as an acquaintance at best—not quite equal, especially after today’s escapade. Still, she is desperate to fill in the silence somehow so they may return to normalcy. 

Continued from here | @freliaes

     He seemed surprised to which she can only find complacency in. It was uncommon that she had the delight to see Innes in this confused state, for one so sure and prideful of himself. 

    Their odd tropical setting didn’t faze her much. If anything, it was one of her strange dreams and it would be over soon enough. (Though, it certainly felt real.) She was sure that it was simply a stress induced dream. That could explain the mysterious second stick that appeared. However, her brother’s stoic and bitter personality seemed to carry over, unfortunately.

    Lack of decorum. Smugness dissolves into a hard frown and furrowed brows. “You speak as though you have some knowledge of etiquette. Even as we were growing up, you’ve never spared me of cruel and cold conversations.”

    Another petty dig. She had gone through war and he even admitted to her having some skill after the fact. But it still wasn’t enough. Hands curl to fists at her side.

    “I have every right to be here as you!” A huff leaves her. “Anyway, I will be expecting an apology or it will be you who will be hearing from Mother and Father.”

Impulsivity can be a good thing. She could speak from experience that it could lead to grand adventures and trying new hobbies or maybe sharpen up past ones. When she had a flash of inspiration, it was a hit or miss to the extreme, so it either worked out well or went horribly wrong. In this case, it fell in the latter.

She was the one falling off—or she should say being kicked off. Taking up riding sounded like a good idea in theory, but in practice, well it was a pain in the ass. Literally. She wasn’t one to give up, but after what was it.. the eleventh try? She was nearly there as both her sanity and patience were wearing thin.

Task board: Seven pegasi a flying, six wyverns a snarling...

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She had heard of the maintenance and readily volunteered herself to help with handling the animals, at least pegasi she had some experience with, wyverns not so much. However, no amount of experience could equip her for what she was to face the following morning. 

Elincia arrives early hoping to alleviate some of the distress to both the regular handlers and animals, but the stalls were already rampant. Both animals and people ran amok chasing after one another. The queen pinches the bridge of her nose, trying to devise some sort of plan in the midst of panic and chaos. 

Barn repairing and wyvern taming were not in her line of expertise, so that left the pegasi.

She grabs a rope to try and lasso one in, but looks down at her hands for a moment. Although she had some confidence in her abilities, she would be mad if she tried to handle it alone. Elincia looks to the nearest person who wasn’t already preoccupied with a chase or picking a fight.

     Flower crowns were of a similar activity, the delicate weaving and braiding took some patience and an artistic eye for colors and shapes. The two colors she chooses are red and gold, something she could gift to her beloved, a little piece to remind him of home. The meanings may be different in Fodlan, but they represented power and courage, generally, which would suit and complement him nicely. A smile spreads across her lips as she begins to collect the floss. 

     Gold was in high demand, not only in coin, but color too it seemed. As she reaches for another strand of gold, her hand comes in contact with another.

     “Pardon me.” She gestures for him to take the floss first. As she waited, her eyes drift over to where he was working. Colors of blue, pink, and gold were coming together in his bracelet and for a moment, she wonders if he had someone in mind he was weaving it for. He seemed the type to favor cool colors such as jade green, turquoise, and silver whereas the colors he chose were... almost the opposite. She doesn’t ask this, however, instead opted for a simple compliment. 

Harvest moon | Accepting | @freliaes

     Days were ever sunny, still clinging onto the lingering days of summer like students staying in bed for a few minutes longer. Temperatures drop as the sun does still, but Rinea didn’t mind the chilly weather as much. A perfect reason for sweater weather and tasty treats. 

     Crowding the streets were colorful vendor booths from all over town gathered to sell its consumers said seasonal treats. Pumpkin smashing, carving, and picking were also a quite popular tradition, along with arbitrary fair games (slightly less rigged) and a live band echoed, even among a crowd of people. Suffice to say, there were plenty of sights and smells in the annual Harvest Festival, but her eyes are trained on the two mugs in front of her. Not even a gust of wind, try as it might, could sweep her off her feet. Head of periwinkle only looks up to find pale green in the midst of red, orange, and yellow hues. 

     “Innes, here.” She offers him a warm drink. “Ah, I should have gone for the bourbon hot chocolate after the case study.” 

     She sighs, pensive staring into space for a moment. Professor Clarke had his reasons for strict guidelines, and it was completed and submitted now, but still, it only added to the stress of her other course load.

     The night was still young and the weekend (mostly) free, so she shouldn’t fret too much, especially during a festival. Turning back to Innes now, Rinea raises her mug in a nonverbal way of toasting. She takes a long sip and the rich chocolate dances on taste buds before swimming down, warming her up from the inside out. 

     "Hm, alright, I’ll bite," she muses and her lips curl into smirk. Mae points the oar, paddle side, at him. "You're on."

     She couldn't ride a horse, but she could swim and sail! She looks her opponent up and down, trying to gauge his skill level. She really didn't know much about him, but if he challenged her, then he had to possess some level of skill. His pride wouldn't let him lose, but neither would hers.

     Floating on the starting line, she readies her oar. On the count of three, they rush off to the buoy! Mae paddles using long, firm strokes, but her arms begin to tire halfway to the point. She glances at her opponent to fare how he is doing, and keeps pushing forward. Being away from the island life for some time had her less accustomed to using specific muscles, but she wouldn't give up that easy, she could rest when she's won.

     The water dances and grows to new heights as the two paddle ferociously. Victory was almost within reach, ten feet! Eight! Five! Three! Her arms were on the verge of falling off, but the tip of the raft finally crosses the line (or passes the buoy)! She looks over to Innes, ready to sound the call of her victory screech, but it seemed he had crossed at the same time and satisfaction falls flat, replaced by disappointment.