#vxndictive

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💞: Feels attracted to them, but can’t work out if it’s platonic, sexual, or romantic attraction they’re feeling.

"I noticed some of the villagers stare at me a lot." Flayn comments, not really sounding too concerened about that. "I mean, i don't really mind that or anything, i just can't really tell if it's just because i'm an outsider or because of... Well, you know." She adds while pointing at one of her scaly horns. "I just hope i'm not making anyone too uncomfortable, back in Ionia children ran away at the sight of me. 'Oooh, the Fiend of Navori, she's going to eat us!'" ||

She couldn’t help finding all that conversation ironic... Was Flayn aware of how much Lunari were discriminated not only by Solari, but also many other Targonian tribes? The moment she pointed at her horns -which the woman adored. Had Ernye already told her some Targonian tales about dragons or semi-divine entities? She should!-, the woman planned to make her a nice flower crown with some moonflowers. In her opinion, she would have looked magnificent.

«Mostly because you’re an outsider, not for your horns. You can also have a donkey face, why not, but Targonians wouldn’t care less about it. It’s because you’re an outsider, thus they need time to trust you.

You’re not hated here, Flayn. My people and I have never been so open regarding our cults and heritage.»

Then, she focused on her last sentence, where she told her she got humiliated more than once for such a feature, being called a monster multiple times. Oh, how much it reminded her of how many, fake rumors there were regarding Lunari.

«They are, yes. These have been harsh times, but the Moon has always watched and protected our steps. I’m glad to see a familiar face like yours after all this time.»

Targon had never been a safe, quiet place for weaklings, for death was almost a daily occurence. Either to human causes such as Solari, barbarians... Or, natural ones, such as storms, wildfires, savage beasts... Albeit Ernye loved her homeland, safety wasn’t a very common word among Targonians, especially during these times, between the costant menace of the Void and the corrupted mist from the Shadow Isles.

However, a break was sure needed, and the Lunari was certain even a strong-willed woman like Flayn needed it too. Beckoning the white-haired one to follow her to the Hidden village, Ernye gave her a soft smile.

Starter for: @vxndictive

Working as a mercenary is something more than a simple side-job for Akio, he was aware that certain jobs were designed with specific people in mind, which put him in a position to be more perceptive to find an appropriate job which also paid well.  Oddly enough, he managed to spot a job which required him to escort a person to a different city, the odd part was that it payed quite the sum for it. 

It isn’t strange that people post high paying jobs to do something mundane, but this time in particular Akio felt like there was more than just escorting. Nevertheless, Akio made sure to carry with him some minor supplies and his weapon just in case, he probably wouldn’t need them but something inside him told Akio otherwise. 

After grabbing the paper and setting up the job, he quickly made his way towards the next town over to meet with this person. Yet, his mind began to wonder why exactly this man needed an escort to begin with, according to his description he was nothing more than a simple worker, a woodweaver to be exact, nothing unique or special apart for his title. 

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“Flayn! Heeeey.” The word is extended to match the other’s greeting, Akali’s expression bright as she regards her. Hearing what the rapper’s ‘gift’ was for her didn’t do anything to dampen her mood. “Damn, am I lucky or what? Your other fans got nothing on me, your number one fan.” She strikes a pose, tilting her chin up slightly with her fingers in the form of a checkmark under it. She’s a dork, yes, but she’s a lovable dork.

She perks up when she sees what Flayn got for her though, and she extends her hands out to take it. “You went through all that trouble to get me a present?” Akali very lightly shakes the box to get an idea of what’s inside it. Whatever it is, it’s most probably something that she’d appreciate.

"Ernye? ...Ernye, are you okay?" She says, feigning concern. Of course. Flayn was... Not herself. Not anymore. But the Lunari didn't need to know that yet. "Has the mist arrived to your village yet? Are you safe?" ||

She stood up, grabbing her warm cup of tea as she saw Flayn’s figure approaching hers, taking a small step forward and greeting her with a faint, friendly smile. It was always so nice seeing her, especially after what they’ve been through together.

«I am, yes. Targon is always the same. Yet, the cuccos have been pretty nervous later. Could it be for the wolves lurking around...?»

Before Ernye could offer her a cup of tea she has just made, a frown of concern appeared on her visage the moment she mentioned the cursed Mist from the Shadow Islands. Ernye had been afraid since she heard many, tragic news about the curse corrupting the bordering countries, yet to reach Targon and its holy peak... The elders said there was nothing to worry about, for the sacred magic of the Celestial would have prevented such a tragic event.

But, what if they were wrong...?

“....”

For several long moments, he simply stares at her in silence, eyes scanning across her entire form from the top of her head to the edge of her shoes. It does not take a great deal of thought to realize who must be standing before him—though why she is in control, he has no idea.

Questions for the Mun! || accepting

📺- Favorite TV show?

// B.reaking B.ad and ATLA. And, I would rewatch the first one over and over, also because the first time I watched I was in the middle of a bad period, so it somehow cheered me up!

👣- What do you like to do in your spare time?

// Drawing, readings books, watching tv series/movies, playing t.s4... And, sleeping.

🐻- Do you have any stuffed animals?