#transientvisions

[ Selphia was, all in all, a lively town. Villagers and visitors alike milled around in the town, taking in the view (the waterways and the cliff were such stark differences, yet it somehow made the town even more charming) and Kam was no exception. ]

[ He had already been to the flower shop-- Illuminata’s-- to check out the types of flowers that grew in Selphia, of course, and now he was headed back to the bathhouse he was staying at. ]

[ Before he even arrived at the street it was on, an official looking man with glasses passed by Kam; the man’s clothes were intricate, and might have even stood out in a plainer town, but in Selphia he seemed to fit in well. The glasses wearing man seemed in a hurry-- or at least, he was distracted-- and didn’t seem to notice as something slipped from his robes. ]

...Hm? Ah...

[ Kam picked the item up off of the ground, before lifting his head up to look for the person who had dropped it. They were still in sight, so Kam sped up a little, calling out. ]

[ When he caught up, he tapped the person on their shoulder, handing the item over. ]

As if he had not learned his lesson, Skye was back in Selphia, trying once more to steal something valuable from the town.  However, this time his goal was not the castle.  He was not stupid enough to try to get something from that building again.  Instead, word had it that a member of the De Sainte Coquille family lived in town, so Skye’s destination was his home.

It was late at night when Skye entered the restaurant, ensuring not to go through the main entrance and instead using the door that lead to an office.  However, when he entered, the last thing he expected to see was a man.  A man who was obviously hard at work on something, despite it being late at night.

Remaining quite, the thief hoped he could go unnoticed, slowly moving in the direction of the restaurant. 

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   Selphy had seated herself at the front reception desk of the Rune Archives with all intention to work on the writing of her novel (which still was under copious amounts of revision.) However, she got caught at a certain passage, involving two children - a brother and a sister. She held the pen in her hand tightly, staring at the half written page before her with a defeated look - a letter was extremely overdue, wasn't it?

  Pushing the scattered novel pages aside, Selphy began writing furiously on one of the blank pages, nostalgia getting the best of her. 

My dearest brother, Arthur D. Lawrence,

    I feel I must apologize for the lack of letters, life here in this, ‘undisclosed location’ has been wonderful, but extremely time consuming.  I have been working more on my own novel, I believe I might have mentioned that before? You can only read such wondrous tales of villains and horror before wanting to write one yourself! How grand would it be to be the villain in a story, at least just once? Tales of Knights and their Princesses get so old, and are so far from believable now a days, I’m not sure I ever will understand the appeal.

   How have things been for you? I’m quite surprised you have stuck it out as long as you have, you are either incredibly strong willed or have finally lost your mind. Regardless, I hope all has been well, it’s always nice to hear from you, even if our letter have been less and less frequent....I wish you could see it here, the town reminds me of somewhere you would of loved to visit... I wish I could elaborate but I risk giving too much away. I’m sorry Arthur, I hope you understand. Perhaps one day?  

Sincerely, 

Frey places a box on his desk before he can voice any of (numerous) questions he has when she came in. Ah. Carefully, he unwraps the box and glances inside. “Thank you, Frey. Merry Christmas.” Arthur smiles warmly at her before ducking down to look through his drawers.

“I, ah, didn’t have the chance to wrap it, but this is for you. It’s something I found while traveling.” He holds out a small wooden box with intricate carvings along the edges, but no visible opening latch. Slowly, he slides a few parts of the box that aren’t immediately noticeable. Eventually, the lid to the box slides off. “It might be a bit of a challenge to get open, but I hope you find it fun regardless,” he says before reassembling it and handing it to her.

Frey peers curiously at the box in Arthur's hands, watching in fascination as he works around the intricate design to slide its lid off. She smiles as he mentions how it can be a challenge to get open -- she likes challenges. They give life a little... excitement, she'd say.

She likes his gift too -- and as she takes the box from him her face lights up to show her gratitude.

"The craftsmanship on this is incredible," she coos, admiring her new box for ores, or maybe for the pressed flowers that she sometimes collected -- she'd make up her mind later.

Frey's eyes trail up to meet Arthur's, and she smiles once more. "Thank you so much for this, I'll put it to good use once I get home." She then looks at the clock hanging on his wall, and afterwards, at the door. "Speaking of which -- I'd promised Volkanon I'd join him for tea after I'm done handing out presents, so I'll see you later?" Her arms wrap around her newly acquired possession, and she makes sure that her scarf is wrapped securely around her neck as she prepares to meet the brisk, winter air.

((New Clorica/Frey and maybe Rave/Frey too uvu??))

im down for both!! ^_^ a new clori/frey as in one excluding the christmas one? and do u want me to make the starters or?

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(( Ooo, maybe Frey & Kiel? o: ))

(( Good luck with your college stuff! <3 ))

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((Good luck and don’t worry about us, we’ll be waiting right here whenever you’re free. ♥ ))

Oh. That’s…a bit surprising. Thank you though.

       AH--! I er, ah... / Suddenly regretting having answered this question, Forte took in a breath, trying to keep herself from blushing /

       Leaning on top of the railing up on the Observatory with her arms, Forte let out a heavy sigh.

       For a while now, she had been getting both Kiel and Bado telling her to take a break from her work for once and relax for the day. Of course, breaks weren't in her schedule, and as long as she was able to, she'd rather avoid taking one, so she kept refusing their recommendation of concern.

       Unfortunately, it couldn't be avoided forever.

       After putting up a rather... interesting show (okay fine, she couldn't refuse when Kiel did those puppy eyes, but she wasn't going to admit that), she finally caved. Plus, Bado had to remind her she promised him she'd take a break that one time during the masquerade, and she wasn't one to break promises. Which led her to her current position.

       "...If I'm to take a break, I'd at least take one where I can still watch over others." 

       Well, just because she had to take a break didn't mean she wasn't still going to do a little bit of her job. The Observatory was the perfect place-- it was high enough up to allow her to view a good chunk of the town below, while also being able to just see the outlines of people down below. The perfect place to keep an eye out for any troublemakers and on the citizens themselves. Bado and Kiel didn't have to know.

       ...Though she couldn't also deny that the breeze today felt good against her skin, and nobody would be able to see her from up here, allowing her to enjoy the feeling in peace. At least, she would have if she didn't suddenly hear the doors behind her open. Turning the upper part of her body around to see who had come, Forte smiled.