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The Five Senses

Does candle torch or moonlight count?

The Five Senses

Sweet! I'll get working on one as soon as I can!!

The Five Senses

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Prized Bride (A New Beginning)

Sister Bride of Aubree @Ellion and Bride of Kagan @ghastlyInc
Interacting with Bree, Twenty, and the Guard

She followed dutifully, as was expected of her. The pups with them. Bree beside her. She was beginning to feel like a servant which she did not enjoy. Adora had either been the master of her own fate or the master of other’s. To be standing here at the whim of another person annoyed her. Perhaps the reality of her situation was beginning to hit her. She was letting herself feel again, letting herself begin to build the blocks of her life here. None the less, she quickened her pace behind the long-legged lords. Then, abruptly, expected to stay put which made her grind her teeth.

The doors opened, and the smell of death wafted out. They tried to hide it. The thickness and sickly smell of the incense told her as much. But there was no mistaking the smell of a body that was rotting away. She could remember times when she had visited families who had tried their best to prolong the life of an elder who was ready to leave this plane and return to Vivari. In those times when she had smelled the death upon entering the home and seeing the bodies ready to fall apart with bed sores, she had felt the family’s pain. And when she told them it was long past time to let their family member go it hurt her just as much to see it in their faces.

As the doors shut, she shuddered. Perhaps she could have been of help. Perhaps there was something she could do. But for the smell of rot to overpower the roll of the incense smoke… the being in that room was being treated more than unfairly. At least, that was what she could only assume. Perhaps there was more than one slowly dying body in there. She turned her gaze and her thoughts to the people around her. Bree, staunch and stalwart. Twen, grumpy and composed. The guard, he kept glancing toward Twenty and his eyes would then find a new hold on a torch or corner of the ceiling. Adora smirked.

Her amusement did not last long as Twenty breathed a curse. As she doubled forward and the guard helped her, training and knowledge took over her mind as his own left his. “Come, little sister,” she crooned softly, holding one of the woman’s arms at the elbow. “Sit, please.” She helped the woman kindly to rest on the floor. Better than standing. “Tell me, Twen, are you painful?” As she waited for a response she looked up at the hesitant and fretful guard. “Well, do something. Grab a cup of water.” She used the voice reserved for getting anxious men out of the room during birthing. It was a strong, commanding voice that left little doubt she knew what it was she did. A man who had no job in the room was useless and a distraction. “Or ask a friend.” He was supposed to be guarding Twenty after all.

As she kneeled beside Twen she placed her hand against the woman’s stomach. As she did so, Adora began to understand and giggled. “Oh, darling love,” she said in a calm, kind, and unjudgmental voice. It was one she used for the first time fretting mothers. “Your bairn is merely moving. Do not fear. You will feel this much more in the future.” She pulled the woman’s hands up and kissed the knuckles in a fervent and joyous way.

It was not much longer before Kagan and Ehkota left the room. She stayed knelt beside Twenty and as the looks of concern came forward she smiled. “The babe merely moved. A good, strong sign,” she told both of them before standing. She looked around and saw her sister was no longer there. “Where is Bree?” she asked in a deadly quiet tone. She had barely looked away. Where could that girl have gotten to?

Summary

Is disturbed by the possibility of what is behind that door. Has a minor panic and then is amused by Twenty's surprise at the baby's movement. Bree goes missing.

Prized Bride (A New Beginning)

Bride of Gwillim@Tracyarmav and Scyrvensrel and Sister Bride of Tempest @eclecticwitch
Interacting with Alfhi and Gwillim [@Tracyarmav

After the terrifying breakfast, the day seemed to speed by. She and Alfhi spent a lot of time together and she was begging to feel like the girl's doll. After the fights were some sort of dinner party and Hestia was once again overwhelmed with the thought of all of those people milling about. Alfhi had been allowed to choose her clothes and dress her up as she saw fit. The girl had good taste, not that Hestia would know - having been used to repurposed potato sacks.

She wore a soft, mossy green dress that complimented her eyes. A slit along the side of the dress allowed for pale gold (nearly white) ruffled fabric to show and give a bit of contrast. Hestia's wild hair had somehow been tamed and put into an intricate bun. For the first time in her life, she looked into the mirror and thought herself a bit pretty.

The party was just as intimidating as she had anticipated. She stuck close to Alfhi, threading her arm through hers as they sat together. Alfhi chatted happily and Hestia leaned close to hear. Their heads were close in a conspiratorial manner which helped her ignore the number of people milling about the room. Someone interrupted their quiet chatting by clearing their throat.

Hestia's turned quickly toward them, wide-eyed and ready to bolt. It was a male Drakkan, older judging by his wrinkles. But he also had a warm smile that calmed her fluttering heart. It seemed he was there to claim Alfhi, demanding lightly that she should come and speak to her uncles and aunts for a bit. Alfhi promised to return soon and Hestia sat still and alone. She watched the people and became more and more agitated as time passed. She was feeling a bit faint and just needed a place to be alone.

Slowly, so as to not draw attention to herself she began to move around the edge of the room until she made it to an archway. Once around the corner, she bolted, running as fast as the long dress would allow. At the first door, she could find she opened it and ducked inside. Quietly she closed it and leaned her forehead against the cool wood for a moment before turning around and finding that her husband was also in the room. Jade green eyes widened as her back pressed against the door. Her hand began to search for the door handle without success.

Summary

Hestia looks preeeety! There's a party. Alfhi is kidnapped by some family members. Hestia books it but finds herself in Gwillim's study. Ooops.

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Bride of Gwillim @Tracyarmav, Scyrvensrel and Sister Bride of Hestia @eclecticwitch
Interacting with Scyr

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After the rather awkward breakfast, Tempe got a bit of time to know her sister bride and her.... daughter? She found Hestia to be a pleasant and sweet little thing. It seemed Alfhi, while intrigued by the new addition, was suspicious of her. Perhaps worried that something might happen to Hestia? None the less she found the Drakkan child delightful. And when the time came for the girl to watch the fights, she and Hestia had taken the time to explore their surroundings. Hestia had clung to her and meekly followed where ever it was the Tempe lead. Both were a bit quiet so to break the silence Tempest told stories and old folk tales from home. This seemed to calm and relax Hestia. It seemed to hadn't heard most of them and Temper wondered what sort of life the poor thing had led before.

With the return of husband and wife, the two gems were claimed. Hestia by Alfhi who had scampered up to her before her parents could say anything. And Tempest by Scyr. She followed to woman up to her chambers and helped her remove her armour.

She fumbled a bit with the knots, unused to having to untie such things. But after a while, it became a bit like unhitching the horses from the wagons. With the armour removed she helped to wipe any dirt away from the woman's face. She was pretty in the Drakkan sort of way. Hard lines and wide planes. Next was a wonderful and relaxing bath for Scyr and Tempest helped to wash her back and hair. There was a party to prepare for after all.

After the bath Scyr dressed while Tempest told her a story from home. She hadn't needed the Gem's help so she wasn't sure what else to do. It seemed mother and daughter had a penchant for enjoying dressing up their Gems. Once Scyr had finished preparing, she pulled from a wardrobe an elegant sky blue gown which she helped Tempe slip into. Then her dreadlocks were arranged and pulled back from her face. Little metal clasps and feathers were added. "Thank you, Lady," Tempe said softly and touched the blue silk. She had never worn anything so expensive in her life. Scyr shrugged and swept an approving eye over the girl's appearance. In fact, looked at her far longer than should have been necessary. "Is something wrong ma'am?" The Drakkan woman shook her head and replied that nothing was.

Holding out her arm, Tempest stared at her. What was she supposed to do? Scyr directed her to link arms as well as where to put her hand. In this fashion, they joined the party.

Summary

Tempe spends time with Alfhi and Hestia. Leads Hestia around the home. When their owners return she helps undress and bathe Scyr. Gets her own new fancy clothes and goes to a party.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

E0633C

“A friend may be waiting behind a stranger’s face.”
― Maya Angelou, Letter to My Daughter

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‘Sorry, got so caught up in new school nerves I forgot to introduce myself.’

At the sound of his voice, she turned back to him to find him with a large smile upon his face. He had... very nice lines. As if waking from a dream she looked down at the hand extended to her and then back up to his grinning face. Her brows knitted in a bit of confusion as she looked around a bit to make sure it was her he was still talking to. Was this perhaps a joke? Was he going to take his hand away at the last minute or something? Hadn't he gotten what he needed out of her already? Most people didn't want to keep talking to her if they didn't have to.

‘Jordan Henderson, at your service. And thanks for this map- surprised the admin aren’t handing these out.’

Hesitantly she placed her hand lightly into his and flinched as if he would hit her. When nothing happened she allowed her fingers to continue to slip over his calloused palm and clasp his much larger hand. She wasn't sure why she was so surprised by the warmth. Perhaps it was because she was not used to, did not like being touched by many people. "I'm Beatrice Endive. Bea for short," she offered, the small and shy smile returning to her lips.

Glancing at the map, she shrugged and removed her hand back to her lap. Her features returned to their typical stoicism. "To watch newbies suffer, I'm sure. Or perhaps to force people to make friends. Either way, they probably find it entertaining." She turned, watching Gomez beginning to unpack things and looking as grumpy as ever. He liked to pick on her sometimes and she was not a fan of him. When they would be assigned a novel to read he would ask what the author meant by some such passage. And Bea would be unable to extrapolate any other data than the door was fucking blue. But apparently, it was a metaphor for sadness or some such. Not that fact the author had stated he was sad. No, the door painted some sort of imagery that she just couldn't comprehend. She thought perhaps he liked to make her look stupid. At least it wasn't as bad as math.

She slid down in her chair a bit and sighed. She tilted her head back toward Jordan again as more students filed in. "You know... You don't have to force yourself to talk to me," she said dryly. "You can just take what you need from me until you find people you like."

Blood's Jewels (Closed)

It had been nearly a year since her mother had passed and she had come to take control of the woman's Court. She missed the woman, though she had not spent much time with her. Queen Eilyne had been more like a friend than a mother to her. She was a rather crass person, swearing like a soldier and often making sexual remarks. She found it funny growing up. Now she realized it was likely the reason her mother had never advanced in Court. Almost a year. It still didn't seem quite real. It sometimes felt Fatima had merely gone on a trip again and when she returned her mother would pull her into a bear hug.

She brushed the last of the dark, wavy strands of her silky hair up into the intricate bun at the back of her head. The final pin in place, she observed herself in the mirror. The dress she wore had been out of fashion for at least two decades. The vibrant moss green colour had not yet faded thanks to the masterful dye work of her people. The dress fit well and showed her assets spectacularly. What was it her mother used to say? 'Childbearing hips and village feeder tits.' Fatima pressed a hand over her mouth in an attempt to suppress the gale of giggles that threatened to spill out, nearly turning to tears. It would be her first day out of mourning black.

Once calmed, she took a deep breath and touched the dark circles under her eyes. She hoped the Court wouldn't notice. She had stayed up well into the morning hours in order to prepare all of her research for this meeting. There was not much she could do, so Fatima swept from the room and moved down the halls of her warm, lavishly decorated home. She settled into her chair at the table as the Court filled empty seats and discussions about their situation began.

It sounded worse than she had first thought. A frown touched the corners of her lips as she listened to each of her people speak in turn. She then felt the bristliness from Beneth and sighed. She would have to put out this fire. There was always a fire to put out it seemed. The Queen stood from her place and moved around the table until she reached Beneth. The tiny woman slid her hands over his shoulders before placing herself comfortably in his lap. Leaning forward, Fatima touched her forehead to his. "Prince," she purred softly, "All things in due time. For now, let us concentrate on fixing my lands and ensuring that my village thrives. Once we are able to take care of them, then we may consider expanding." She leaned back, an understanding smile lighting up her face.

She turned back toward the Court, not removing herself from her place on her previously snarly Master of the Guard. "I think the new mines may be a good idea, though we might need more hands in order to build and work them. There has not been much of an influx in the population, from my understanding. My greatest concern is that my people should be fed and so too the sheep." Using craft she called in a stack of books she had been looking through to gather insight. "I have found some crops which can help renew overused soils here and... here." She pulled two books from the stack. "There is also some information in these books pertaining to foodstuffs that we can grow for our people and the sheep. For example, beans. Can be dried and stored through the winter and the sheep can eat the roughage. One of the sorts of plants to help our farms flourish again. In this book, I found some information on composting, which will be very helpful." She called in a stack of papers next. "These are notes with more specifics that I gathered from my journals I kept as I travelled. They have insight from people I have encountered."

Next, she called in another stack of books. "These discuss the preserving of more perishable food items so that they may be stored and eaten in the winter months. I am sure many of our very clever ladies know what they are doing, but it would be a nice guide for those needing help to be more precise in their preservation. Also, some information to help increase our honey production. Clover, good for bees and sheep. Also an earth rejuvenator." It was now she removed herself from Berneth and walked around the table toward Durik. As she moved she said, "I am not sure how practical all of this information could be for our needs. But I would dearly love all of your input as to how to implement this. And keep my name out of it, of course." She took an empty spot beside Durik, his mound of papers nearly obscuring her face.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

E0633C

What makes a child gifted and talented may not always be good grades in school,
but a different way of looking at the world and learning.
-Chuck Grassley

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"I’m sorta new to this school and I don’t really know where I’m going.. Do you know where Room B6 is? I’ve got English with Gomez there first and this place looks way too massive for me to wander around til I find it."

Oh. Lovely. She had been right, another newbie. She hoped she wouldn’t say anything dumb. It seemed like she had done well so far. If she could get through the day without saying at least five dumb, mean things she would call that a win. Or, if she did say something cruel, she hoped he maybe wouldn’t notice. Unlikely. He had an accent. Her American way might cause offense.

“Gross. I’m sorry,” she said in response to his statement about Gomez. She wrinkled her nose and frowned. “Me too. I’ll take you.” At his statement about the school seeming huge she raised her eyebrows and a more pleasant and surprised look adorned her features. “I’ve been in houses bigger than our school,” she said in soft amazement. She turned breifly to study the building. She had felt the school was a good, normal size. Then, she hadn’t been to other schools. Maybe plebian schools were tiny. She looked back to him and her eyes drifted up and down his body before meeting his face again.

“You’re huge. That’s so strange you think it is big.” She was tiny and didn’t feel so daunted by the halls. Then again. She wasn’t new. Bea tried to think back to when she was a freshman, just as tall then as she was now. She couldn’t recall thinking a sentiment anything like that. She shrugged and turned on her heel.

“Follow me.” Beatrice walked quite fast for her short stature. She had to keep up with all the tall, long legged people in her life so a fast paced walk was natural. In through the huge double doors and into a giagantic entryway. She loved that new school smell. They repainted all the walls and waxed all the floors. It was a chemical, clean sort of smell. It was the smell of new beginnings.

She did not stop in the entryway and instead headed forward through a set open double doors. The hallway was a much more reasonable size. It only took a couple of turns before she was outside of the classroom door. “I suggest sitting in the middle. He keeps an eye on the back because that’s where the troublemakers sit. In the front you are in his line of vision to answer questions. Middle is safe.”

Bea found her place just off left to the center and set her book bag down. From it she pulled a sketchbook and a box of pencils – colored and graphite. She began a neat sketch, working quickly. Once done she used a permanent marker to make outlines and numbers. Lastly she wrote her telephone number on the top right corner along with ‘Bea.’ Her hand writing was neat and tidy, swirling in a slanted artistic style. She tore the paper from her sketch book and handed it to him.

The paper held a map of the school. All the hallways and levels neatly marked out to show him where his classes would be. On the back she had forgotten she had drawn a scene from the shopping center downtown. It depected the little boutiques, flowers, trees, and fountain that lived there. She didn’t mind. It had merely been a rough sketch.

“If you need something feel free to text. But you’re pretty enough you’ll find friends soon.” She offered him a small, shy smile before she went back to her sketch pad to start drawing again.

Prized Bride (A New Beginning)

Sister Bride of Aubree @Ellion and Bride of Kagan @ghastlyInc
Interacting with Kagan and Bree (And briefly Twenty)

Upon entering the castle she was met with a familiar face. And she looked just as grumpy as when Adora had left her. She smiled lightly at the woman and winked but did not respond. It was not as if it would do much good anyway, the woman would likely just grumble at her. It did not take long for them to get where they were going. Adora did not remember the castle being so dismally gloomy and dark. No carpeting and no tapestries to brighten the halls. In fact, barely much of anything, like candles, to brighten the halls at all. It felt sickeningly cold and she hated it.

Adora found herself walking closely to Bree, but not close enough that she should accidentally touch the other woman. Lest she re-ignite the ire from last night. The dogs seemed to have the same sentiment and kept close to their new masters. Little unsure pets they all were. After what seemed another age of walking they came upon a dimly lit room. And lo, there was the grumpy prince. Adora straightened and put on her best, bedroom smile. She wanted to show the man confidence. Not that he seemed to truly heed anything about the Gems. However, the less reason she gave him for taking her back and killing her the better.

Kagan was offered the delights that one Drakkan might offer another. The Gems stayed with the dogs, just an earshot away. Bringing her eyes to her shoes she listened to the conversation. She had to admit she was not one hundred percent sure as to what the prince was alluding but it sounded rather juicy and dangerous. Her body then stiffened as Kagan began to explain. And while she did not understand all of the little details, she could certainly understand what was being talked about now. Her head popped up and her eyes went wide, looking between the two men.

This was better than that romance novel. But the consequences would be much more real. And deadly.

Hurriedly she looked down again and hope no one had seen her take notice. Would it matter?

Summary

The crew come to meet the prince. They are rudely not asked to be seated. And then political drama starts to unfold. How exciting.

Circus of The Supernatural

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