#wandererinfinitum

She returned to the table and placed both ingredients in with the required amounts… then put a small dab of honey on her finger and poked Guillaume’s cheek with it.

Beaming like a child who knew they couldn’t get in trouble for their actions, she said, “Maybe now you can flatter the inn keeper with your sweetness instead of having to put a spell on them, hm?”

“I think I’m plenty sweet, can’t you see?” he answered, grinning as he swiped the dab of honey off with a thumb. “But I suppose there’s nothing wrong with being even sweeter. No one shall resist me now.”

The mixture was a bit too spicy, so he reached to the side to sprinkle in some more sugar. As the last few grains wafted into the bowl, Guillaume held a hand in front of his mouth and blew gently, sending a small puff into Navalli’s face.

Gilmyn, 

You don’t know just how long I’ve been looking for some of these! I’ve already fitted a water-pool for them and let the eggs loose into it. Oh I can’t wait for them to hatch, I haven’t even seen these in decades! 

The fully-grown ones should make a fantastic addition to the sanctuary, I’ll just need to keep them separate so they don’t destroy the other aquatic habitats...

Thank you so much! 

Ooh thank you!

⭐ Del’avi’s wheelchair was designed by Drelethyn, whereas previously she got around by using two wooden canes. Needless to say, it was incredibly difficult. She was grateful for the help.

⭐ Jelani is the first Kadesh in several hundred years to actively pursue magic. As magic is usually not widely accepted in Hammerfell, as well as the Kadesh family specifically, he was a bit of a black sheep. His father who came from High Rock had to gently encourage him before Jelani became comfortable openly studying.

⭐ Rezza was at an advantage when she came under House Redoran’s service. She was nearly fluent in Dunmeri, understood the customs of several houses, and could comfortably relate to the other council members thanks to her teacher. Having an ex-Morag Tong as a trainer has its benefits.

sex+romance headcanons

{{ Answering for Alhusayn; the first two have been done for Caesa and can be found here: 👠 💔

👠 What was my muse’s last serious relationship like?

{{ 😭 Let me tell you a little story. A story about two teenagers from completely different worlds becoming very unlikely friends, when Al and his stepfather were hired on to guard an expedition into a Dwemer ruin in the Alik'r. The lead scholar’s nephew whom I still don’t actually have a name for oops, a second son of some lordling in High Rock, was about the same age as Al and the two boys just naturally gravitated towards one another in the little group. They met again and again, each time the group returned to Hammerfell for another expedition, but didn’t become close friends for a few years, and lovers a few years after that. It was mostly an on-again, off-again sort of arrangement, as Al’s bae was nearly constantly traveling back and forth between Hammerfell and High Rock (and maintaining contact through letters was a challenge for Alhusayn, who had to get someone else to read whatever letters he might receive/help him respond), but in their mid-twenties the bae came back to Sentinel with the intention of relocating there permanently, as he continued his studies of Dwemer. He got himself a little flat in the city, Alhusayn left his family’s home and moved in, and the pair of them spent the next several months playing house, firmly entrenched in the Honeymoon Phase and convinced that it was happily ever after.

Of course, my characters are not allowed nice things and the relationship ended on a painfully sour note when bae was summoned home to High Rock permanently, and Al couldn’t/wouldn’t go with him. I’ll go into detail on that eventually. }}

💔 What was my muse’s first heartbreak?

{{ Basina. Beautiful and a little too aware of it, Basina was Alhusayn’s mother Dimah’s dancing protege, and joined the troupe when Al was 13 and Basina was 14. She was his first crush; he was smitten with her for years but she rarely paid him any mind… that is, until Al’s pubescent transformation from gawky kid to well-muscled would-be warrior. That got her attention… unfortunately, she wasn’t interested in him other than physically, and Al… well. He was young, inexperienced, demisexual but hadn’t quite worked out what that was yet (it’s something he still struggles to articulate, sixteen years later), and it was a little devastating to him when it became obvious that the single encounter hadn’t meant anything to Basina. Just really poor communication between a couple of immature teenagers, to be honest. }}

💑 What are my muse’s requirements for a potential partner?

💜: how long might ittake for my muse to say "i love you" for the first time?

Brielle has said ‘I love you’ plenty of times, but thepeople she most often says it to are family members and close friends. Whenthose two groups are involved, she doesn’t shy away from the phrase and says itat least every other day (or,whenever she sees the person). When it comes to saying ‘I love you’ to someoneshe’s romantically involved with, it may take her much longer to work up thecourage to say it. The fear of her partner not saying it back, or thepossibility of it being said too soon, is enough to keep those three wordslocked away until a more acceptable time comes.

💛: does my musebelieve in love-at-first-sight? in soulmates? in fate?

Somewhat.

A part of her wants tobelieve (love-at-first-sight and soulmates sound charming and it appeals to thehopeless slight romantic that lives within her), but at the same timeshe isn’t naïve. Love-at-first-sight may not be what the person thinks it is.Soulmates could be a possibility, but it would take a person some time torealize this. Fate (in terms of ‘I was destined to be with this person’)belongs in romantic novels.

“Hello? Are you alright?”

Guillaume craned his neck to squint at the man or mer sprawled across the ground. What an odd place to sleep - unless the poor soul was dead, in which case he would have to find some way to bury the body.

The mage trod closer, kneeling down to check for a pulse. He was breathing - good. He raised his eyes to see a discarded bottle lying some ways away, and understood what had likely happened. Well, it was no good to leave the fellow lying on his stomach like this. Guillaume gave him a firm nudge, rolling him onto his side, followed by a few equally firm pats to the face.

Tired moaning arose from the mer.

“Mm.. Y-” He huffed, and squirmed a bit. It’d take a few more pats before Hazred showed an annoyed, but tired expression on his face. His head was pounding, and when he picked himself up from the cold dirt, he winced at a sudden pain shooting through his head.