Project Trinity

Okay so due to her being an Archer, she has quite a lot of upper body strength. In fact she’s fairly strong all around, as she needs it to do her job as an Outrider. Its not really surprising that she keeps herself in good shape considering how energetic and dedicated to being one.

Like briefly mentioned in her about page, Sylene is considered a goddess by many in the Lytenye continent (though admittedly there are detractors). This attention was completely unwanted by her, but despite her attempts to take control of the situation and explain herself that did little to convince the populace. How do you explain to a mortal that you're immortal, know magic on a level they couldn’t possibly in a lifetime and larger than any human they’d ever see?

Even as she returned hundreds of years later it was just the same, her healing of the populace which has become weary of the ongoing civil war only led to the same assumptions. It’s something she has simply chosen to accept as she travels through the continent, trying to see if anything has truly changed.

There was just something quite odd with having this lingering feeling of shock, it had been so long since she truly been surprised to this extent. But spotting what she could only guess was an airship had affected her. It was a lot larger than any of those that came from the Southern Stratocracies at least as far as she was aware. It also lacked the distinct design of those, so how did it avoid simply crashing into the ground? It could of course be some form of magic she isn’t aware of but that answer didn’t feel quite right.

It didn’t help that there was no telling intentions of anyone from the crew of the airship. It wouldn’t have been the first time the continent was struck from some conquerors from abroad...but she could as well be overthinking things. Nothing had occurred that disturbed the peace so far, it was as quiet as it always was had been.

Sylyene let out a small sigh, staring out at this airship in the distance wouldn’t sort out any of her questions. Much less when she could tell the weather was turning worse by the second, wind not entirely picking up yet but she was sure that with dark clouds like this rain would be inevitable. Shifting her focus back to the beach she continued her walk, still confident that she’d be left alone for a while longer.

Though as she continued walking across the sand, she found her attention fixing itself on someone else at the beach. Someone she knew wasn’t part of the local community. She could only assume this girl came from the ship, maybe this was a chance to get to know more? She slowed down to a halt, still not near the other yet. Why was this girl looking out at the waves anyway? Perhaps it was some longing for a home overseas? Maybe she was just seeking solitude...which she supposed made sense considering every other time she seen someone leave the airship it’d always been in a group.

It was impossible to guess, which was something she already knew when the thought first popped up but it didn’t put her mind at ease. So she stepped closer, this time stopping next to the young woman, relaxing her posture as she indirectly joined in simply watching the waves crash to shore. There was something that was quite calming about it, despite the ongoing weather.

“I hope I’m not intruding, but I noticed you were part of the crew of the airship that recently came here.“  Sylyene spoke softly, trying to avoid spooking this person too much as the conversation would come a bit out of nowhere. But her curiosity wouldn’t be in the slightest sated if she didn’t at least try to figure things out.

“It seems to be quite an impressive airship...it must be an honor to work on it.” Even if the design was a admittedly incomprehensible in more ways than she could count on her two hands. She paused briefly, her sights shifting back to the person she was talking to. There was the obvious thought that occurred to her that someone that likely was on the airship night and day while it traveled would possibly not be interested in talking about it when not abroad it.

She was sure that at least someone had to be watching it as well...though her thoughts were interrupted as she smelt an odd smell. The smell of burnt steak.

🎭- The tale of the the Peony Princess had always been a tragic one - but one that also left Misato largely unsatisfied with its vagueness and delusions of the concept that love could be created in a moment’s notice. She suspected that the princess Aya was under the same delusion that Juliet had fallen under, desperate to escape an arranged marriage. This, though - she would discuss for the one who would step up as the actor for the princess’s role.

The part Misato was more interested in was in that of playing the Samuari that had been created by the love she put into her garden. An artificial soul who had only known their desire to protect the daimyo’s daughter - to preserve the hard-working, gentle soul he adored so. He would sacrifice his cruelly short life to offer a flower that would heal the princess’s sickness.

Ah, but what a wondrous  display this was! Truly representative of the garden tended to by the maiden who had been sold and married off by a father who hardly knew her to maintain peace throughout his kingdom. 

“No, no -! I insist otherwise, dear Helena! Cherry blossoms would have been the standard choice - not the choice of one sowed the seeds of their heart and soul into their own backyard! Simply marvelous!”

She can’t help but speak up when she hears the other girl muttering about her choice of flowers - having before simply instructed her to decorate the scene at the place as she would her own garden. She had no regrets that her direction had given the other so much freedom.

“Never mind the technicalities - I’ll use these spare flowers to sew into the dress of the samurai, if nothing else. I have a far more urgent matter I need your opinion on!”

Swept away by her own excitement and inspiration, she, for a moment, forgets her fear of psychical touch as she takes her assistant by the hand to take her onto her stage. 

She lets go of her once they step onto the center of the scene and Misato glides to the left edge of the stage. She takes a small breath to breathe in the atmosphere, eyes alight with life.

“Now - for a moment I ask you - pretend this is your garden. You’ve tended to it since you were but a child - raised these flowers as if they were your own children. The peonies, though, are secretly your favorites.” Her eyes close momentarily, one hand raised towards her with its palm towards the ground. Her expression turns serene, contemplative. Her voice shifts a few octaves deep as she narrates:

“But now, the fruits of your labor have appeared before you on this full moon. While you contemplate your future in a political marriage you’ve tried and failed to be excited for - the headaches that have been tormenting you for the past few days are that much harder to ignore. It’s then that she appears - a samurai born of those much loved peonies. Silently, she looks tenderly upon you, endowed his a flower patterned robe. I ask you, Princess Aya - what do you think of her?”

The reassurance most certainly helped Helena forget some of the small amount of awkwardness in the situation, honestly quite pleased to hear that her choice of flowers had been impressive enough to be called marvelous. Even if admittedly she had jumped a little more than she’d like to admit at suddenly being spoken to.

Sewing flowers into a dress sounded wonderful though, gosh she could already imagine how wonderful that’d look. Though her thoughts stopped as soon as the other grabbed her hand. While she could, and maybe should, ask why she instead couldn’t help but let the other lead her. Her heart beating faster as she just watches how excited Misato seemed to be.

The sudden task of pretending its her garden came a bit out of nowhere, but it wasn’t hard to imagine and follow along initially. Especially as she just watched her friend speak, the serene expression and dramatic narration doing her no favors in terms of stilling her heart. Letting her imagination flow kept circling back to imagining Misato in the position of the samurai, her mind not entirely glancing over the rest but. How could she not adore the concept of another girl simply pulling her into a more joyful life than that of a political marriage?

What she wouldn’t give for something like that to be a reality honestly, it sounded wonderful. A dream come true almost. But how would she put that into words without being awkward as heck? This was all really so much to take in, and gosh she wasn’t ready for it. She glanced aside briefly, maybe she should focus on something else. Even if that barely helped, as she knew an answer was awaited and. How could she ignore something like this?

“...I adore her.” It probably summed up her feelings about the simple passion that radiated from Misato more than anything. How could someone see someone like her and not feel like the world is a better place than it was before? Her earlier thoughts of wanting to ask her out sprung quickly to mind after saying this, but right now she figured that’d probably be an inappropriate time to do so. She took a deep breath instead, trying to settle down a little. All while moving a hand to her chest.