#wolfskintribedaughter

MIDORI’S SMILE WAVERED at the sudden pulsing between her eyes.  she did not stumble, though the ground moved beneath her feet.  her eyes closed, her grip on the heavy staff tightened, then loosened; when she attempted another grip, her fingers closed around air.  midori opened her eyes and choked back a gasp.  whether of amazement or fear, she could not spend time identifying the feeling when there were massive hunks of metal in front of her.  like... massive massive!  and there were multiple of them—   four, to be exact.  but the one in the back, behind some flickering veil that seemed cast around it, looked like the baddest guy there.

fists clenched, midori swallowed and whispered,   “   holy sweet cakes, what is that?   ”   then, surprise colored her face in a faint flush.  midori looked down at her hands, finally aware of the lack of weight from the staff.  instead, there was a shield clipped tight by a band around her forearm.  that was... all, really.  despite the oddness of it all, midori couldn’t argue since she adored how the ochain shield flashed a glow of light within its gems every time she shook it!

ochain shield! heals midori for 1hp!   (   midori hp = 10 / 10   )

a groan of metal sounded in front of them and midori turned towards her team, smiling bright and hopeful,   “   i’ll go first!  watch my back, friends.   ”   she was sure that, even if something went wrong, her teammates would be there to cover her mistake.  so, determined and bright-eyed, midori turned back towards the beasts of metal and raised her hands.  the weight of the shield made it a slight struggle but it was nothing that she couldn’t handle—   nothing would compare to the travel case she carried daily!

midori! rolls d20 = 7! ‘seraphim’ critically hits, 4 damage!   (   radio scout: bulwark a hp = 6 / 10   )

the incantation fell from her lips in an easy roll of enunciation.  at the call, light burst from midori’s hands and enveloped in an explosion around the closest scout beast.  if she looked close enough, peered through the brightness of the spell, then she would guess that there had been a flicker of feathers from the blast.  angel wings, midori thought, then ignored it at the sound of the scout’s metal whirring and churning.

black ice node! rolls d3 = 1! ‘radio scout: bulwark a has been deactivated!

suddenly, there was silence.  midori blinked wildly; once at the beast, twice at her hands, before whirling around to face her team.  her fists flickered with a faint glow but she paid little mind to them as she shook her hands excitedly.   “   did you guys see that!?  i think it stopped working.   ”   a glance was thrown back to the other two scouts.   “   we might have to do the same to those two, right?   ”

It’s probably expected of him, and something that everyone who has at least heard of him knows, but Saias loves flowers. His plot in the greenhouse constantly blooms with lovely things, each situated in such a way as to maximize the health of both the plants and the soil. Every one bestows a different meaning to his garden in the language of flora and reminds him of all the people he loves.

Something perhaps... not so expected of him, but hand-in-hand with his gardening tendencies, is that Saias also loves bugs.

Unlike the journals and stationery overflowing with dried blossoms, the redheaded Jugdrali’s room shows no signs of his affection for things creepy and crawly—then again, most people would find evidence of bugs either annoying or scary, neither of which Saias is interested in inflicting on his classmates. So he sits next to his other little patch that lies in the forest around the monastery and gazes at the butterflies flitting about the wildflowers. A particularly fuzzy bumblebee is brave enough to land on his nose, and the teen holds in his chuckle, crossing his eyes to watch the little critter. It flies off just as the sound of steps approaching reaches him, and he rubs his nose to get rid of the tickle left over from the little bee’s feet before glancing up. “Oh, hello, professor! What brings you out here today?” He hadn’t pegged Velouria for a flower-enjoyer, but maybe she’s looking for something else? From what he’s heard about her from Shigure, the canine woman prefers to collect items typically considered junk by most people; the pegasus knight had recalled gifting her a piece of hardened red acrylic paint, not unlike a misshapen gem, upon his return to the academy.

Huh. Maybe he and she are a little more alike than he first thought.

Something rustles at his feet, and Saias glances over to find a small, glittering beetle picking its way through the grass. He holds his hand out just so, allowing the bug to crawl up into his palm, and lifts his hand up to take a closer look at the shimmering carapace. “Do you like bugs, professor?”

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The soft sound of splashing could be heard as Elise crouched near the pond usually used for fishing, hand halfway submerged in water occasionally. One second it was in the water, the next it was flailing around in the air as the tiny princess almost lost her balance, then it was right back in the water once she was stable enough the rest of her wouldn’t be following. The water looks all sparkly and pretty today, more so than usual. No harm in a little splishy splash for a second!

Another round of almost falling into the pool has Elise falling back onto the ground. Not what she wanted, but not in the water! Good enough! Elise giggled as she mentally high-fived herself, leaning back with her hands now placed behind her for an easier time standing back up. The position allowed her to see everything behind her when she looked up, a familiar red catching her attention.

Elise’s face lit up with excitement, the little princess scrambling to her feet so she could go greet her fellow Nohrian. “KEAT— no, wait, VELOURIA!” Mental high-five misses and slaps her in the face. Didn’t they literally just go over this the other day? She’s failing as a friend! She’s gotta apologize, like, RIGHT NOW. How do mature adults apologize…? Peace offerings? Her books said that would work with wars and stuff. Why not friends? She likes giving gifts anyway! The perfect plan. Great job, Elise.

Elise frantically scans the area around her. She needs a gift NOW. What would work? What’s in arms reach?? UH. ROCK? ROCK. Yeah. Rock. Elise grabs a relatively smooth rock that may or may not have been part of the path considering how difficult it was to pull out of the ground next to her, bouncing over to Velouria. She holds out the rock proudly, not noticing the water dripping from the rock onto the ground. Probably transferred from the pond. Such is the consequences of sticking your gloved hands into water.

There are rumors that one of the students dropped their axe at a nearby lake. Out came an ethereal woman, holding both a golden axe and a silver axe, to ask them which one they had dropped. When they had said it was neither and instead chose their boring old axe, they were rewarded with an axe worthy of a true legendary hero! If there really is a lady handing out axes at the lake, then maybe it’s worth a shot trying to snag yourself something just as great. Or maybe you’ll dive into the lake, searching for it yourself. After all, she has to be getting these axes from SOMEWHERE, right? [Grants Axe +1]

Gossip often fills the academy walls, but Edelgard has better things to do with her time than get caught up in preposterous stories. Nonetheless, perhaps a small inkling of her is curious about this particular one. A selfish reason it may be, but it would be in everyone’s best interest to either confirm or vanquish the rumors at the root of its source.

Accompanied by Velouria, she stands a reasonable distance away from the lake after their trek. The atmosphere feels eerily still, running a hand through her hair as her attention fixates itself onto the lake itself. From a first glance, there isn’t anything particularly special about it-- Still, she’d much rather avoid going into the water herself. She is positive there has to be alternative means, even if she must create one herself.

She doubts any weaponry she might find in a lake are as strong as Aymr, but a fleeting part of her wants that to be wrong. A foolish thought, she dismisses. If they do find something, it is likely to go into the hands of the church. An axe is an axe, but that one is much more. Aymr is an anchor and Edelgard is the boat tied down to it.

Edelgard looks away from the lake, bringing her attention back to her professor. “Thank you for accompanying me. I imagine it wouldn’t fare well if word were to spread I ventured here by myself.” She lets her tone lighten, turning to a more inquisitive nature. “I wonder-- Do you believe in the rumors? I suppose a lake is a decent place to hide things.”

Valentians claim that saints well-versed in faith magic are able to traverse through even poisonous swamps and deadly terrain unaffected. Hoping to help train themselves and others to gain a similar immunity, a few zealous students have taken to covering hallway floors with all sorts of obstacles— pathways made of the hottest fires, routes made of the coldest ice, and lanes full of tiny toys with protruding parts! Kick off your shoes and try your luck! …or be the poor sap who has to clean it up. [Grants Faith +1]

Julia wakes up and makes her way to the staircase, ready to start her day and get a good, warm and filling breakfast. She has to pause at the top of the staircase though, cautious of taking her next step. Poisonous water bubbles up, lapping at the top step.

“If you’re well versed in faith magic, you should pass by unharmed!” A voice shouts up. Julia isn’t quite sure where it’s coming from, eyes still half closed from exhaustion. A familiar figure stands next to her, cowering a little further back. Blinking silver eyes, their face comes back into focus.

“Miss Velouria? Are you not hungry?” She asks at first, curious as to what’s holding her back. Then she remembers that Velouria is a predominantly physical fighter. No wonder her behaviour is more tentative than usual. Without her own years of study in faith magic, Julia thinks she’d also be paralysed with fear at the top of these stairs too. Her shoulders fall as she sighs, feeling the frustration build at her temples. It’s one thing, to set up a training course, something she’d happily get involved with after eating and getting her daily coffee. It’s another entirely to block off hallways and prevent others from passing altogether. With a soft smile, Julia kicks off her own shoes and offers Velouria her left hand to take. “Here, hold my hand. If you keep your eye on the floor and let me know what’s coming up, I should be able to keep us safe as we pass. Or at least healed up.”

Ignatz was just finishing up his archery training for the the. Slowly breathing in he nocked his arrow and raised his bow at the target. In an instant he let go of the bowstring and the arrow flew straight to its target, landing one last bullseye.

With a satisfied grin Ignatz turned around and started to put away his bow before noticing one of his archery instructors hosting some sort of competition. A competition to see how badly you could miss the target?

Uh oh someone was bound to get hurt, maybe he should stay and make sure that no stray arrows hit anyone. He took a look around the room and noticed Velouria awkwardly holding a bow. 

“Hey, do you need help?”

“A golden fish in the monastery pond? Really?” A finger taps against her bottom lip as Est mulls it over, head cocked to one side. “Is that...edible? What would you do with it?” The fishing rod and bait are already in her hands, so it seems a little late for Est to be backing out of it. Still, she probably should have asked for the details of this favor before accepting it.

“That’s for me to know and you to find out!” the merchant chirps with a sharp grin. “I’ll give you a good discount next time you come around, okay? Thanks a bunch!”

“You’re...welcome?” But the merchant’s already dashed off and back to the marketplace, leaving Est to stare blankly at the rod that was suddenly thrust upon her. “Come on, Est,” she mutters to herself as she steps up to the dock, “if you learned to fly a pegasus, you can learn to fish! It can’t be that hard!”

It seems someone else has already beat her to the dock, though, and Est’s steps slow as she approaches. She thinks she recognizes them. It’s one of the assistant professors for the Black Eagles. What was her name...

“Velouria! Are you here for that golden fish too?”

Who was this wolf-girl hybrid and why did he keep getting threatened like this?