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The Kingdom of Sayyar

She was free.

Free!

Not really, of course; she'd have to come back tomorrow and shovel cow manure, but for the night she was free! No drunk hands ripping at her already-tattered clothes, no liquor-stinking breath poisoning her nostrils, no Queen–– that was, if she could successfully avoid her, which Rosemund was confident of–– and she could let out the disgusting stress of being in such a stuffy place out.

She did this, naturally, by going out and taking a horse. Once she was far enough out into the forest that no one could hear her, she let out a furious scream. It felt incredible.

An hour more of riding and Rosemund went back to the castle, where she quietly slipped into the servants quarters (her shoulders sagged with relief that no one was awake) and went to sleep.

The Gems of Earth (Steven Universe RP)

Carnelian

"Life and death and love and birth; is there anything that's worth more than peace and love on the planet Earth?"

Name: Carnelian

Appearance: Stands at about 5 feet.

Gem: A round, polished carnelian cabochon.

Gem Location: Forehead

Emotional Strength: Compassion
Emotional Weakness: Uncertainty of herself- this can make fusion difficult, among other things

Weapon: Can summon wings along her arms, but has no actual weapon.

Personality: Carnelian is a skittish, shy and easily-scared gem, but is also curious and asks questions of beings she's sure won't kill her. She can eat things in small amounts and doesn't mind, but is nothing like the pig Amethyst is. Likes lighthearted games designed for kids like tic-tac-toe and hopscotch and stuff like that. Hates violence, perhaps surprisingly, being a kind of quartz. If she makes friends, she finds it very hard work to leave them alone. Anyone she decides is a friend will therefore probably have a little carnelian following them everywhere. She is also a real worrier, and frets excessively at the smallest sign of someone being hurt.

Other: The idea behind her is that she was supposed to be created as a field medic of sorts, following the real soldiers into battle and healing them if they get hurt in combat. She is currently unaware of her ability to summon wings, cannot heal herself, and both herself and her "patient" must believe that the healing will work.

The Gems of Earth (Steven Universe RP)

@RainbowFactory Sure thing!

The Gems of Earth (Steven Universe RP)

There's absolutely no way I can resist this. I am in love with this show, I've even drawn up some OCs. ;w;

Carnelian

"Life and death and love and birth; is there anything that's worth more than peace and love on the planet Earth?"

Name: Carnelian

Appearance: Stands at about 5 feet.

Gem: A round, polished carnelian cabochon.

Gem Location: Forehead

Emotional Strength: Compassion
Emotional Weakness: Uncertainty of herself- this can make fusion difficult, among other things

Weapon: Can summon wings along her arms, but has no actual weapon.

Personality: Carnelian is a skittish, shy and easily-scared gem, but is also curious and asks questions of beings she's sure won't kill her. She can eat things in small amounts and doesn't mind, but is nothing like the pig Amethyst is. Likes lighthearted games designed for kids like tic-tac-toe and hopscotch and stuff like that. Hates violence, perhaps surprisingly, being a kind of quartz. If she makes friends, she finds it very hard work to leave them alone. Anyone she decides is a friend will therefore probably have a little carnelian following them everywhere. She is also a real worrier, and frets excessively at the smallest sign of someone being hurt.

Other: The idea behind her is that she was supposed to be created as a field medic of sorts, following the real soldiers into battle and healing them if they get hurt in combat. She is currently unaware of her ability to summon wings, cannot heal herself, and both herself and her "patient" must believe that the healing will work.

Might be able to draw other people's OCs if they'd like me to!

The Kingdom of Sayyar

Rosemund made no attempt to acknowledge the presence or attention of the onlookers as the two of them exited the ballroom. She was made nervous by the guests, yes, but for now she'd gained a little of her confidence back. She showed more than she had, walking with her chin up, her gaze ahead, meeting Aire's occasional glances with only a straight face that said, Yes, I'm still here–– no "Your Majesty" included.

When they were away from the eyes of strangers, she relaxed a little, which came as a surprise even to herself. She didn't break the silence between them, for she had the feeling that conversation would be even more awkward than silence. She'd certainly ruined a perfectly good, silent moment before by talking, and so she did not, at least not for now.

As they approached the prince's quarters, Rosemund slowed her pace. Not going past his door, she sternly reminded herself. Who knew what would happen? She came to a stop outside his door and waited in silence. Perhaps, just perhaps, it was still early enough in the evening to go out on a short horseback walk in the woods. Just to calm her nerves.

Just One Bite II

It was still dark where Mattie slept, the rows of freezers blocking out what little sunlight managed to trickle inside. Still, through a combination of the increased light, the discomfort of the hard tiled floor, and the sound of her name being called, she cracked one surly eye open and propped herself on her elbow. She wasn't awake enough to really tell if Nick's voice had been real, or if she'd only dreamed it, but it was better safe than sorry, she supposed. Plus, her spine really needed a change of position, as she was now realizing.

Following the direction of where she'd thought she'd heard the voice, Mattie approached Nick and the remnants of a fire that appeared to have spread before giving up.

Oh, he looked like hell. It wasn't to say he wasn't handsome, but damn did he look like he'd taken a beating from life. And he had, of course, so his state shouldn't have shocked or concerned her. But it did both. The sadness was almost tangible. It was almost too much to look at.

"Hey, take a seat, okay?" she said. "I've got some hardtack. It's not exactly a nice breakfast, but at least it's something right?"

Just One Bite II

Mattie waterfalled a bit of water into her rancid-tasting mouth. She gargled and spat and then went back inside. She could hear labored breathing. She'd heard it before and she knew what it meant. She had no desire to see another child die, and by her own hands. And she certainly had no desire to deal with the grief of her brother. What if that grief turned to anger? What if he decided to blame her? Sure, he'd known what he was doing when he fed the girl the pills but grief rarely made sense. All those feelings boiling inside... they could become dangerous.

So when Alissa's quiet, weak breaths ceased, and when the orange firelight illuminated her peripheral vision, Mattie did not return to where she and Nick had been. No, it was too fresh for him. Seeing fire was too fresh for her. They were both hurting, and she was afraid that they would only hurt each other more. She wanted to be with him, of course, strangely. She wanted to give him every comforting word she could muster (that probably came to around two).

But she didn't.

She simply slunk into the darkness, as far back in the Wal-Mart as she could. She was somewhere in the freezer section when she decided that she was out of Nick's earshot. About an hour was spent crying. Another half hour was spent trying to sleep. Fifteen minutes went by where she talked to herself. And finally she managed to fall asleep.

The Kingdom of Sayyar

Rosemund stepped aside to give plenty of room in case the prince fell upon getting off the throne. (Which was to her just a very fancy chair.) While she knew, of course, where his quarters were, she thought it more appropriate that he should lead the way and she should tag along in case he had a case of the drunken headspinning.

So with a small curtsy she gestured for Aire to go ahead of her. "I shall be right behind you, Your Highness."

Oakclan/Boulderclan - The Beginnings - A Warrior Cat RP

I'd given up honestly. I'm open to a reboot, though.

The Kingdom of Sayyar

Dahiti must be looking out for me, thought Rosemund, intensely relieved that the heir had declined more alcohol. In fact, she wondered now, how much had he drank? He was more intoxicated than she'd been during last night's brawl, that was for sure, and it made her concerned as to whether he could make it to his quarters. (This concern was, of course, immediately followed by disgust.) If anything was sure, he probably needed to sleep it off.

"If I may make sure that you return to your quarters safely, Your Highness."

I could have walked away. Idiot.