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A bit shorter than the others, but I hope it gives you a bit of a taste about certain parts of the story! If you've played the Novik Desert background, you'll notice a few things too
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Kenorath tells her to keep still, keep silent, keep watchful, keep wary, and to do, above all, especially when caught in an elemental storm. Perhaps his careful demeanor was the reason she left his employment and went on to master her own form of harvesting—becoming a harvester in her own right by her own code. She was not the careful type, and never could be what Kenorath tried to teach her to be. Maybe that’s why she is more successful than he is?
After all, he’s never held a magical weapon in his hand, has he?
The glimmer of magic is obvious, the sheen of the weapon glinting with it. Her hand buzzes just from the proximity, but this is not the first time she’s held such a weapon, and it won’t be the last. She’d been young then, thinking she could sneak and steal like a thief in the night, and get away without consequences. Her savior, of all people, had been a child, but she is not bitter, she doesn’t have time for that not when she’s holding something of such value in her hands time after time, because of them.
Her collection grows, and though she does report her work, she keeps a bit on the side for herself—only the good stuff, of course. She flickers her wrist and the dagger slips between her fingers, sharp and pointy, magic buzzing, until it becomes hot to the touch. She grows familiar with it: is it fire magic? Electricity? If she moved her wrist just so, would she scorch a trail of embers or could she cleave an entire tree in half with a thunderous boom?
She wants to try it. She is hyped on adrenaline, excitement, obsession…
She swings the blade in an arc, up, away from her face, and the magic erupts on command like she knew it would. Flames, she thinks, with a smirk, as fire leaps from the dagger’s point following the path of her blade. She cannot hide her grin. Again and again she lets it fly, the magic spiraling out as easy as breathing. Is this how it feels to know magic? To be able to think and command it at will so effortlessly? She’s jealous of The Enchanter, for being able to do something like this without blinking.
When she has had enough (it will never be enough, but she can temper her excitement for a little while), she brings the dagger to her lips and kisses the blade. Her lips burn and she laughs delightedly, in love already with the feel of it, the danger. She’ll have to keep this one. She can find another to bring the to Council. She can engender it, after all, she’s don’t this a number of times already before.
Kenorath would not be pleased to know what she does, what sorts of dangerous excursions she engineers to get the things she wants. Harvesting is an art, a careful art, he used to tell her. Your safety is always the first priority.
There is a storm over the horizon, in the sands of the Novik Desert just over the hill she is climbing. She grins with all her teeth. Shall she run head first into that torrent? It won’t be the first time, and it won’t be the last.
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(I stole this ask from other blog. Thank u for anon who ask this, and sorry I stole your ask ><) How would ROs react if, when MC and RO were on the verge of kissing, MC stops them, blushes hard and says "Wait...I don't know how to kiss, I might be bad at it..."
Vik: They stare in disbelief and then rising elation. They take you by the waist and pull you close, grinning cheeky and wanting in turn. “You won’t be, but just follow my lead.”
Alice: She smiles and squeezes your hand in hers. I am not well-versed in kissing myself. We can take things slow.
Marcol: He huffs and presses his thumb against your mouth. “This does not surprise me, and in an effort not to sound ridiculously sappy, I confess that I don’t care. Now stop talking.”
El: Their eyes dart to your mouth, their breath holding, suddenly, their shoulders tense. “I didn’t know...” There is an almost reverence in their voice.
Orion: They flush a little too, their dark skin looking quite fetching. Nervously, almost sheepishly, they admit. “I’ve never--I don’t think I’ll be any good either, but...” a bit of bravery lights up their face and firms their expression. “I want to... with you... We can learn together.”
Talarae: She smirks and palms your face in her hands, eyes hooded with desire. “Don’t worry, I can teach you.”
Yenia: She strokes lovingly at the side of your cheek with a finger. “Any kiss from you, my spirit, will be the loveliest experience of all.”
After a battle mage!MC disappears and when crushing!Vik goes looking for them the soldiers say that MC were going to a lake that was nearby, but when Vik finds MC they are bathing in that lake completely naked and without noticing the presence of Vik. How Vik react?
Hygiene post
Vik: Shock and want mix together, feelings a jumble and their emotions charged as they watch you. it’s hard to look away, their pulse vibrating faster, face flushed with heat and desire. It’s a challenge to look away and to give you privacy.
Alice: She is straightforward in excusing herself and leaving you to your privacy. Her heart thumps a little sharply at the sight of you but she is careful to only think of your comfort.
Marcol: The sharp pinch of his heart at the sight of you frustrates him and he snaps for you to hurry up, or abruptly leaves you there without a sound. He forces his mind to think of other matters than you.
El: They have trouble looking away, effused in desire for you, unable to look away. Their magic shivers wildly across their skin and it is only conscious thought and concentration that forces it down and mild again.
Orion: They flush and splutter immediately at the sight, yelping out a sorry for intruding and then are mortified at having come across you in such a vulnerable way. They can’t look you in the eye for the rest of the day.
Talarae: She smirks and immediately wishes to join you, offering to wash your back, help you do your hair, any excuse to get her hands on you for even a moment.
Yenia: She wants to help you bathe, her intentions entirely pure in helping you wash and making you comfortable. Her smiles are kind and soft, a little curious, but only kind.
