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“It has...been such a great while since I have awoken once more. Far too long.”

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~☾~ A curtsy from the small witch of origins as she closed violet hues and bowed her head to the theater going witch in front of her. "Hello there Ms Featherine Augustus Aurora."
“Houh? What courtesy from such a child of man.”
“A fair amount of time has elapsed between currently and the last instance of observing the cluster of fragments you originate from. If memory serves, your demeanor seems...different, somehow. Intriguing. Come, would you enjoy some wine or tea?”
“Why is there a spreadsheet on my post.
Why do my tags write things I have not written.
What is this twerp of a copy printer doing on my dash.
I’m an author.
I have my own successful business thank you.”
One of the Witch's familiars has a box for you. There's a tag on the box but the message is hard to read, as it has been furiously scribbled out. If you squint at it, you can see that it used to read 'Happy Valentine's'. Inside is a delicious but deliberately mashed up chocolate cake.
The familiar was long gone. Quite a time had passed since the box had been placed at the doorstep of Featherine’s area of slumber, and only after that did Featherine herself open the door to find the present. Observing the shabby box and even more shabby contents, she raised her eyebrows lightly. Happy...valentine’s day? She had a feeling she knew this was from her little miko.
“Hoh...I suppose this is proper comeuppance as a result of slumbering for such a length of time.”
“I have long since forgotten what my actual day of birth or creation is. However, sources tell me that apparently this day is such. This is as acceptable a time as any, I suppose, to awaken once more and humor others if I so desire.”

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15 Associations.
Reblog and fill in the answers you most associate your character to with each question.
o1. animal; Owl o2. color; Pink. o3. month; May. o4. song; Sleeps with Butterflies o5. number; 0 o6. day or night; Night o7. plant; Moss o8. smell; Hazelnut, lavender and old book smell o9. gemstone; Topaz. 1o. season; Spring. 11. place; Library. 12. food; Tiramisu. 13. astrological Sign; Taurus. 14. element(s); Air. 15. drink; Hazelnut coffee
Tagged: Anyone who wishes to fill this out, go right ahead~
Sometimes I wonder if I play Featherine too nice. Even reading back on the novels I can't quite tell how nice she would be to complete strangers. She's never really cruel right off the bat though, as far as I know, not like Bern can be. In fact, it seems like throughout she's rather gentle compared to the rest of the witches, until someone crosses her too far of course. Or am I maybe interpreting it wrong? Maybe I just think that way because it's easier for me to write and comprehend nicer characters though. Aaaaugh, I'm not sure.
What do you folks think?
The Lion, the Witch and the Library
theatergoer:
Now this was a presence Featherine hadn’t felt in quite some time. Bright…optimistic…seemingly small at first. A wielder of shields rather than swords, ascending through harsher trials than most mortals could. And with how popular he’d gotten, the witch doubted that even she would be able to harm his existence now - to hold such a defense was an incredible thing indeed.
Of course, she wouldn’t ever want to, or have any reason to harm this one. She probably wouldn’t say it out loud unless the situation called for it, but of all the pieces in the golden games, Sakutarou could very well have been the one she respected the most.
And now that this being had entered her library, she would come to him herself, rather than send the usual royal guard escort. The witch may have been old, but she was by no means lazy - she was still clearly capable of old-fashioned movement.
Besides, a little stroll never hurt anyone. It’d be a nice change from the constant teleporting. Bringing her stick along, one could hear little ‘clunk’s echoing throughout the massive library. She knew her way around exactly, and it wasn’t long, after rounding a few corners here and there, before she found herself towering over the little one.
"It has been…quite a while, has it not? Or, did our paths cross at all? I am afraid memory fails me here, as it feels as though I have known you for such a long time, yet I cannot seem to recall any time we may have spoken in particular." This was sometimes an issue with knowing the background of every character in a particular game intimately, yet only revealing herself to a select few.
daisong
In truth… No matter how many times he’s been met by them, Sakutaro is still afraid of Witches. Chalk it up to his cowardly nature — now that the safety net made by Maria and Beatrice is gone, he has to rely on his own intuition when evaluating possible threats, and it suffices to say that most of the meetings haven’t gone particularly well. What irritates them the most, he’s found, is his same cowardly nature in question. (Though some have found joy in his reaction to their bullying.)
That’s the reason why he’s so nervous to be here. Were this any other occasion, he would be wonderstricken and would gladly explore, but this place can’t possibly be anything but a Witch’s domain. It’s dangerous to be here without permission or warning (or so he thinks) and he doesn’t know what to do, frozen in place until the faraway thunking noise he’s overlooked is mere feet away. Most would hide or flee; the little lion boy stays fixed in place, positive that this is most likely the last mistake he’ll ever make. Such a massive magic signature couldn’t mean anything good, surely.
…But it’s familar, somehow. He can’t pinpoint why.
She’s a lot taller than he expected, but it’s not surprising. What is surprising is that she knows him —— or thinks she knows him, or seems to think so. Either way, he can’t reciprocate the notion… He wishes he could. It would make this a lot easier.
"I… don’t think we’ve met, uryuu…"
Not that Furniture of the mortal world would have many chances to meet the Witching World equivalent of God, but the fact that he’s never met Lambdadelta or Bernkastel in person should be an indicator of how unfamiliar this is to him. The first Witch of the Senate he’s met, and she’s possibly the most powerful Witch in existence. Isn’t that gold-star worthy? Maria would be proud, if she were here.
Either that, or she would tease him to no end for being such a baby.
"Then we must not have." she replied simply. If he said he hadn't met her, and she couldn't recall, then even if they had and couldn't remember, it was just as good as not having met at all. Introductions were in order, if that was the case.
"I am Featherine Augustus Aurora, Witch of Theatergoing, Drama and Spectating." she spoke, giving a gentle, yet somehow still authoritative tone, in the same way an old wizard in a fantasy novel might speak to a halfling. Maybe authoritative wasn't quite the correct word - mysterious may be better. "And if you had not already figured it out, you seem to have stumbled into my library."
For a moment she paused, realizing that the little one seemed rather nervous. "Do not be so uptight. I have no intention of harming you, little one."
"And I am supposing an explanation may be in order as to how I knew of you, little Sakutarou." she continued, "You see, while we may have not met, I read and watched over many of the Golden Games, and even participated in the last few in a minor way. At the time, I had dedicated myself to solving those mysteries, and I found the answers, with the help of someone you may know and are close to - Ange Ushiromiya. For the latter half of those games, she was my cute little miko, reciting to me the writings those games were contained in so she herself could come to her truth. While ultimately I knew of you through all of the games you were present in, you could say that I may well have put her on the path to making your story a legend. Of course, that is not to rob her of proper credit."
The witch stood there for a moment, wondering if she had made it a bit easier for him to understand or if she had just made things more complicated in his poor little head.
Child of...the feline variety?
Oh, she could tell already that she was going to adore this one. What an interesting and exotic accent, and fresh take on attitude - maybe her next miko in the making had just stumbled into her library! But it was as he said so aptly, wondering about the future and the means didn’t matter quite as much right now as now, and the question of who. Not even that, though, more along the lines of, for now, a simple enjoyment of company.
"I enjoy your view, child. It was simply a matter of curiosity, of no true importance. Us witches can be rather curious folk, after all. You may wander away if you wish - I would hold no ill will towards such - however…I do have in my possession most all alcohols and teas currently known and invented, fictional or otherwise, that I would be quite willing to share for the time you decided to stay awhile and recite to me your story."
One such bottle of wine floated gracefully from a faraway shelf to the witch’s reach and poured itself into a glass that hadn’t been there just a second ago.
"Ah, I’m afraid traditional convention escaped me for a moment, as I have neglected to even do so much as introduce myself. I have been in slumber for quite some time, lately. I am Featherine Augustus Aurora, Witch of Theatergoing, Drama and Spectating. Simply Featherine would suffice, of course."
"WITH curiosity comes purpose, however… an’ a purpose is always backed with an importance."
He scoffed at the offer of drinks—as if that alone would tie him down here. Besides, it wouldn’t do for a wildcat such as himself to drink down leaves and poison… There was no need to regurgitate anything out of his system just yet. “STILL, importance is in th’ eyes’f one who holds it… an’ while it, too, brings up curiosity, it is not as simple as ya think. OR at least I hope ya would watch yer wordin’ like that, ‘specially’f ya so hold a title that involves th’ Concept’f Observation…”
Such a self-musing almost meant for himself alone was punctuated with a sneering hiss. Witches… that was the third time now within a relative present time that he came across a messenger of a Concept. Maurecai made a mental note to really search for his psychic tykebomb—surely she was at fault for such a coincidence?
"SPEAKIN’f words, <Frau> Aurora," continued the monochrome feline with nonchalant disregard, "I’m rather disappointed that ya ain’ know that a story denotes an endin’—I am certainly still standin’ afore ya, ain’ I?"
He certainly wasn’t ending any time soon. Not when the Casualty was (hopefully) aeons of timespans away from where the Culprit was.
"You speak on far too many assumptions, both of storytelling and of interpretation," the witch replied plainly, "In fact, most of what you speak is rather debatable. Some of the finest stories told have no true ending - and furthermore, simply because a character survives a story does not mean their story has not ended. Nor does it even truly mean another story cannot begin with them. You yourself should know this better than most, after all, you are but a single character, a mere piece able to be present in many a game larger than yourself."
"Ah, and I am truly sorry if you interpreted my curiosity as purposeful and 'backed by importance' in any way besides that of relieving my own boredom. While, I suppose it would make such a claim technically true, If you believed it was anything more than that, you are mistaken."
"And what of you, hmm? Did you truly come here for the soul purpose of scoffing and hissing at an elderly woman's offers to provide temporary sanctuary and company in exchange for a little storytelling?"
The Lion, the Witch and the Library
Now this was a presence Featherine hadn't felt in quite some time. Bright...optimistic...seemingly small at first. A wielder of shields rather than swords, ascending through harsher trials than most mortals could. And with how popular he'd gotten, the witch doubted that even she would be able to harm his existence now - to hold such a defense was an incredible thing indeed.
Of course, she wouldn't ever want to, or have any reason to harm this one. She probably wouldn't say it out loud unless the situation called for it, but of all the pieces in the golden games, Sakutarou could very well have been the one she respected the most.
And now that this being had entered her library, she would come to him herself, rather than send the usual royal guard escort. The witch may have been old, but she was by no means lazy - she was still clearly capable of old-fashioned movement.
Besides, a little stroll never hurt anyone. It'd be a nice change from the constant teleporting. Bringing her stick along, one could hear little 'clunk's echoing throughout the massive library. She knew her way around exactly, and it wasn't long, after rounding a few corners here and there, before she found herself towering over the little one.
"It has been...quite a while, has it not? Or, did our paths cross at all? I am afraid memory fails me here, as it feels as though I have known you for such a long time, yet I cannot seem to recall any time we may have spoken in particular." This was sometimes an issue with knowing the background of every character in a particular game intimately, yet only revealing herself to a select few.
daisong

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I just noticed that Sakutarou and Featherine both have medals on their left side, and they're rather similarly shaped too (Featherine's being more elaborate and a bit bigger, of course).
Wonder if it means anything...
Child of...the feline variety?
A seemingly free spirit, though trapped by certain conditions. A newcomer, unhindered by the limitations of previous fragments, yet consigned to the limitations of his own fragment.
Featherine let the new being into the library. She would welcome him, for now, as she had not recognized his presence or fragment of origin immediately. This may prove to be an interesting meeting.
"It seems you have stumbled into my humble abode, child of…the feline variety."
A tall woman appeared before the new being, complete with rocking chair which she already sat in comfortably, as though she’d been there the whole time.
"I do wonder…how is it you found your way here? Or was it by sheer coincidence?"
baiganraltaica
"THAT does seem ta be th’ case."
Whether it was humble to him was yet to be determined. A place like this demanded grandeur in every manner possible, but Maurecai was no stranger to such regality—no, if anything, this wayfaring stranger felt a bit at home with a setting like this. Reminded him of another vast library, a labyrinthine domain he might call home depending on who he bumped into when his luck ran out during his travels.
Still, no matter how similar it was—setting, catty smell, and all—it stood that he wasn’t home to begin with. Whether a child of a man or a feline, a guest should be gracious to the host who allows them into their realm. “SUCH a wonderment matters little when adventure is on th’ mind’f th’ one who arrives.”
Of course, a tiger’s idea of guest formalities might so drastically differ from the guest formalities of others.
"CERTAINLY, though, ‘f it matters so much that a reason demands ta be tied ta an arrival, then perhaps I mus’ linger towards other places instead."
Oh, she could tell already that she was going to adore this one. What an interesting and exotic accent, and fresh take on attitude - maybe her next miko in the making had just stumbled into her library! But it was as he said so aptly, wondering about the future and the means didn't matter quite as much right now as now, and the question of who. Not even that, though, more along the lines of, for now, a simple enjoyment of company.
"I enjoy your view, child. It was simply a matter of curiosity, of no true importance. Us witches can be rather curious folk, after all. You may wander away if you wish - I would hold no ill will towards such - however...I do have in my possession most all alcohols and teas currently known and invented, fictional or otherwise, that I would be quite willing to share for the time you decided to stay awhile and recite to me your story."
One such bottle of wine floated gracefully from a faraway shelf to the witch's reach and poured itself into a glass that hadn't been there just a second ago.
"Ah, I'm afraid traditional convention escaped me for a moment, as I have neglected to even do so much as introduce myself. I have been in slumber for quite some time, lately. I am Featherine Augustus Aurora, Witch of Theatergoing, Drama and Spectating. Simply Featherine would suffice, of course."
Featherine's concentration broke from her book she was currently buried in, and her head tilted upwards, slightly alerted at first before realizing just what it was that she'd felt.
Ah...must be her.
For a moment she played with the idea of sending her little former miko off the trail, maybe giving her a little extra trouble to keep things interesting. No, she'd done that a million times before. It was petty at best, and if she were to set anything up for Bernkastel, the creator witch would give such a project her full attention - not lazily set something half-baked up at the last second.
"It seems you have found yourself wandering back to me again. My my, do you miss me that much, child of man?" Featherine called out, a small smirk on her face. "Or is it that you have found yourself bored once again and decided to take a gander around my library in the hopes of relieving the feeling? Or something more I have yet to perceive?"
catboxofmiracles
Now here was an oddity - a mere mortal, somehow finding this place? Could she have wandered in as a dream the mortal was having? Or possibly some sort of universal travel from her own world? It wouldn't be the first time that out-of-place travelers had found their way here after messing with space and time. Or, possibly, it was something entirely different.
Either way, this new being seemed rather...spunky, especially to have found her way here. And it didn't matter too terribly much in the end.
The infinitely vast library would accommodate her.
A large black cat approached the being - this was one of the witch's royal guards. It sized up to about knee-height on all fours. Looking upwards, it meowed at the new being once, then turned away, pausing to look back at her. It seems it wanted her to follow through the massive library.
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Child of...the feline variety?
A seemingly free spirit, though trapped by certain conditions. A newcomer, unhindered by the limitations of previous fragments, yet consigned to the limitations of his own fragment.
Featherine let the new being into the library. She would welcome him, for now, as she had not recognized his presence or fragment of origin immediately. This may prove to be an interesting meeting.
"It seems you have stumbled into my humble abode, child of...the feline variety."
A tall woman appeared before the new being, complete with rocking chair which she already sat in comfortably, as though she'd been there the whole time.
"I do wonder...how is it you found your way here? Or was it by sheer coincidence?"
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White Marble in the Great Library
Featherine had been nose-deep into an archive she'd recently added to her collection, having gathered new sources for her newest metaphysical interests.
"Mmm...I believe I am finally beginning to understand the general way things tend to unfold in this regard..." she muttered to herself, halfway satisfied, before looking up to a royal cat guard that approached her. It relayed the message of a visitor, a certain former player from the days of the Golden Games. She barely recognized the name, it had been so long ago to the creator witch.
"Send them in." she curtly spoke, and the cat scampered off to fetch the visitor.
The black cat rushed off and found Dlanor, looking up to her and meowing once before walking in the direction of where Featherine was located, intending on leading her there through through her vast library.
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