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Céline

Location: Outside front of Aelios’ Temple → Temple Interior


Céline watched as the priestess brought herself down to her level, and spoke softly words of comfort and reassurance. She felt that they came from a place of pity, but it was out of solidarity, one blightborn to another, simply trying to help. The woman before her looked so young, yet she spoke with a wisdom beyond her years; how long had she trained before taking up the cloth? Ranni’s words were reaching Céline, while she didn’t agree that she was strong nor that there was some divine intervention at play, she knew that if anyplace could help her, it would be here. Since her transformation, Céline hadn't had an opportunity to test what her abilities were capable of, merely surviving while on the run. What Ranni posed about Céline’s powers seemed plausible, but she hadn’t the audacity to ask anyone to test that with her.

Before having an opportunity to answer Ranni, another woman approached them, one with fair skin and hair as white as the world around her. Upon mention of the alarm Céline thought she had heard something earlier, recalling her ear twitched slightly while engrossed with Ranni’s words. Céline felt initially hesitant when the woman mentioned desiring her weapons, but relaxed upon realizing the anxiety the woman felt was from a lack of safety, less so from her presence. She seemed incredibly calm speaking to blightborn and Céline wondered if she happened to be one of the town’s veteran residents.

“I don’t know what the alarm is for either, but I agree with the priestess that we should probably get indoors,” even without Ranni’s hint, Céline could not longer feel the emotional turmoil that gripped Tia earlier, in fact she didn’t feel anything from her, nor from Ivor. While she was worried for the whereabouts of her companions, she could only hope that Ivor was fulfilling her request to keep Tingara safe. Céline let the snow haired woman in ahead of her, following close behind, but not before resting a hand on Ranni’s arm and giving a gentle smile to say ‘thank you’. Once inside the priestess closed and locked the doors behind them.

Céline frowned, shrugging, “I’m sorry, but I arrived only a couple of weeks ago, just before the blizzard snowed us in. I can’t attest to the frequency of these alarms, but if the town is in danger and there may be those who require aid as they arrive, I’ll need my medical bag.” Céline turned and began briskly walking towards the back of the temple, “Ranni, if anyone comes by and needs help, just yell for me, I’ll be right back!” She called to them as she rounded the corner into the hall. Tia’s door was still in disrepair, not knowing where she was only added to the pit in her stomach, but she had to trust Ivor, if anyone could keep her safe, she was sure it would be him. She turned partway down the hallway, just a few doors away from Tia’s room, was her temporary guest quarters. Opening the door and stepping inside, she scanned the room quickly, finding her supplies neatly tucked beside the bed on the opposite side of the room. Once she was confident all her things were accounted for, she began making her way back into the main temple area just as she heard a loud knocking coming from beyond. Stepping up her pace she heard the doors open and voices from beyond, as she approached the main entrance, she saw two guards on the other side, one young, one more grizzled, “Is everything alright?” The young doctor inquired.


Interacting with: Ranni @Queen Arya and Aurora @BlackRoseSiren; Mentions: Dawnhaven's Finest @The Muse
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Location: Northwestern Watchtower
Eris stood frozen, her breath shallow as she strained to hear the muffled voices coming from the watchtower above. The first voice, a woman's, was unfamiliar, but the second, a man's voice, carried with it a distinct, rough edge that she recognized immediately.

Elio, the town’s mason. A man built like the stone he carved.

Her interactions with him had always been brief, but every single one of those had made her feel...flustered. It wasn’t just his towering stature or the way he dominated every space he entered. It was the way he seemed to enjoy making her uncomfortable. As if he took pleasure in watching her squirm.

Her hand rose to her chest, fingers trembling as she pressed them against her racing heart. Her feet still wouldn’t move. Couldn’t move.

She watched as Elio approached Aliseth with an intensity that sent a wave of dread through her. The look in his eyes was different than any expression she'd ever seen on him before—dark, cold. She bit her lower lip as Elio tapped his fingers against Alisesth’s head, her heart suddenly feeling as if it had stopped.

For a second, her mind raced. The Princess had gone missing on Aliseth's watch? It wasn't just his friend who had been involved in this? But then Elio met her eyes. She held her breath, unable to tear her eyes away.

Then, without warning, Aliseth struck. The punch landed squarely on Elio’s jaw, and Eris gasped, her eyes widening.

The shock jolted her out of her frozen state, and before she could even think, her body moved forward without hesitation, instinctively falling into the role she had played all her life—the peacekeeper.

Her magic surged to life like a sudden storm, coiling around her fingers, rippling outward in a sudden, chaotic rush. The wind bent to her command, swirling around her hands, lifting snow in wild, twisting spirals.

A burst of air slammed into both men, pressing against their chests, not with violence, but with undeniable force. It held them upright, driving them backwards and sending them sliding several feet across the snow-covered ground. They remained on their feet, but separated, the path between them fully cleared of snow by Eris’ intervention.

She stood between them now, breathless, palms raised to both of them. Her heart thudded against her chest, wild and erratic, but her voice cut through the chaos with surprising clarity.

“Stop this!" she pleaded, her eyes locking onto Aliseth’s. She could feel the pulse of her magic still flowing through her fingers, though the air that had wrapped around the two men had subsided.

“Please,” she continued, her gaze softening slightly as she searched his eyes. Where had the man gone that had been so kind to her? “There’s no need for this…”

She lowered her hands, turning her body to fully face the guard who had been both her savior and her captor only moments ago. “We should be working together,” she added quietly. ”For your friend… right?”

She took a small step towards him, her gaze unwavering. “Please, just…” She paused for a breath, trying to calm her unsteady heart. “Just take me back to the royal residence.”

Only slightly trembling, she reached out a delicate hand towards him. “Please, Aliseth?” she whispered, her hand hovering in the air, waiting, offering him the connection once more.




Interactions: Aliseth @Dark Light, Elio @c3p-0h, Charlotte @SpicyMeatball
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