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Time: Evening
Location: Sorian Park Dinner Under Fireworks
Interactions: [@Reuseable Sword] Roman, @Mole Prince Felix, @Conscripts John, @Helo Leo @JJ Doe Fritz
Aesthetic: Dress, Hair, Flower Crown, Purple Flats



Finally, it was evening! Sadie hummed to herself as she observed her event. When she heard there would be fireworks, she jumped into the air with a yell of joy. Fireworks were gorgeous! This would be the perfect opportunity to meet up with the Varians. Princess Sadie's guests would have no trouble finding her. She assembled the largest collection of picnic blankets in the park. They were laid out in a large square neatly on a small hill near the front of the park, to the side, creating a cozy and inviting seating area. Alongside the blankets, she had also brought an ample supply of plush pillows and an array of delicious food. She had bought food from all the stands at the festival (and subsequently, emptied all of them so the stall owners pockets were full). While Sadie waited, she had all the food set up in tiny baskets. There were several types of refreshments, such as water, wine, beer and fruit juice. Now, all that was left was for her guests to arrive. She played with the fabric of her dress and adjusted her pink floral crown. Every few minutes she glanced around with anticipation.
In Avalia 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
In Avalia 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


The One Where a Foreign Noble and & a Retired General Have a Homoerotic Sword Fight

Attire: Layla’s Outfit & Hair
Weapons: Layla's Swords



After wowing a crowd with her fancy hat, the General made her way to the nearby stadium where a duel was to take place. She was a part of such a duel, and her presence was expected. She walked in through the gates, down to the front desk and gave the receptionist her name. She was then led to the official arena where she would face her opponent.

Eyeing the red line and the small crowd beginning to form, Lyra wondered who her opponent might be. In all honesty, she didn’t care about putting in any substantial effort. This duel was a matter of sport, not life or death. If she wanted to kill someone then they would be dead before they could draw their weapon. She could stand to be bested in a sporty duel such as this.

After resting from seeing her sister, Layla examined the newspaper. There had been a clip about a sword competition. A smirk crossed her face. At least this country had something decent worth doing. She wondered if they used fake swords and cried if they were struck. This would be too entertaining to miss. She quickly fixed up and pulled her hair into a bun with a few strands framing her face. Layla grinned and snatched up a box from under her bed and quickly left the bedroom. With haste, she summoned her servants and was hastened into her palanquin. Shortly after, she was brought to the competition and registered. Her swords were sheathed on her back and waiting to be used.

While Layla waited, she gazed around and examined the participants. There were some people she didn’t recognize and made a mental note to examine them further. She waited with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face which thankfully, caused her to be left alone. While she watched people moving in the stands like ants, she wondered if these people were going to die of a heat stroke because they were dressed so stuffy. She only hoped they stayed away from her as far as possible.

Finally, these dimwitted creatures began the event. The name “Lyra” was called and she looked over with curiosity at who it may have been. She tilted her head to one side with interest and a smirk graced her lips. Then, her name was called, and it was announced that this “Lyra” and her would be the first to duel. Layla waltzed onto the stage and awaited her competitor.

General Carris climbed to the stage, walking with her head up high and focused solely on… Oh, gods have mercy on her. It seemed her opponent would be an unreasonably beautiful lady this fine day. For a brief second, Lyra fought the urge to smirk. On her hip rested a sheathed sword, but from what was visibly, Layla could easily guess that this was no ordinary woman. The sword’s guard consisted of several roses wrapping around the hilt to form a basket-like shape, tempered in such a way that they appeared red against the argent gray of steel. Perhaps, she thought, that losing wouldn’t be off the table indeed.

The Shehzadi watched Lyra like a hawk, not allowing her gaze to divert for even a second. The woman before her was refined, not like a royal, but regal in other ways. She carried herself proudly, and Layla could surmise this sport was a past time for her. The smirk on her face became a sneer instead, masking her expression. She then eyed the sword on her hip. The intricate design was beautiful enough that Layla didn’t have any snide remark. Allowing her gaze to return to the woman, she unsheathed her swords and grinned.

The General stood still, studying every inch of Layla with her arms folded behind her back.

”You must be Lyra. Pleasure,” Layla teased as she gazed at the woman. ”If I am correct, this is a pastime for you. You must be deft with the sword,” She nodded towards her sword and continued. The haughty smirk returned as usual. ”Shan’t keep these peasants waiting. Would be rude. Don’t you agree?” Her voice was light and teasing, as she ignored the crowd cheering them on to begin.

”Indeed. Though, anything is possible when two masters of the sword meet. Do not count yourself out just yet, my lady.” Lyra retorted, with a similarly teasing voice. She withdrew her blade, and the edge was no less sophisticated than the hilt. It was a straight blade that came to a fine point, almost like a rapier, and bore a nearly mirror-fine polish.

Layla’s smirk turned from haughty to genuine amusement. Nobody in this pitiful country had amused her this much. She unsheathed her swords and grinned. Did this woman think she had counted herself out? What a misguided connotation. Nonetheless, she grinned and retorted, “My lady, I never count myself out.”

”Shall we?”

Then she took a deep breath and moved into an offensive stance. ”We shall,” Layla took a few steps forward, then with lightning speed, spun around her opponent to strike her thigh.

Truly, this woman seemed like a cut above the rest. Dual-wielding swords was unconventional, but could potentially be very deadly when wielded properly. Having spent quite a lot of time in Alidahst before, Lyra saw the strike coming. She thrusted her sword downward towards the point of contact, deflecting the sword sideways. Lyra then used that motion to swipe horizontally at Layla, which left her guard open.

Layla’s smirk formed into a look of glee when the woman deflected her. However, Lyra’s next swipe was far too novice for a woman of her stature. She frowned at the open guard and met Lyra’s gaze. Rage burned in her eyes as she struck her hip. Then, she used her other sword to knock Lyra’s blade out of her hand, which she watched clatter to the ground. In fury, she then swiped Lyra’s feet from out under her and bent down as if it were an accident to pick up Lyra’s blade.

”Can’t face me? I didn’t take you for a coward.” She hissed as she stepped back with a glower that would send shivers down her servant’s spines. ”My high hopes for you have been dashed. But I suppose I should thank you.” She stood up without helping Lyra up and kept an eye on the woman to make sure she didn’t try anything cheap. Her swords were gripped in her hands as she went back to her haughty, now deadly, smirk.

”Are you going to wait all day to announce the winner or get on with it?” Her voice was directed at the speaker as she became impassive, contemplating the woman’s unpredictable move.

Lyra promptly fell backwards. Unsurprisingly so. Rather than spit out a string of expletives in response to Layla’s sudden change in demeanor, Lyra giggled. Her hair was scattered across the ground, and her hairs were over her head in such a dainty way, it was like she was a delicate princess and not a hardened veteran. ”Ah… It seems you’ve bested me, my lady. Clearly, you are the better fighter between us.” There was a look of flighty mirth spread across Lyra’s face. She wouldn’t say it out loud, but it was not a victory for Layla. No, Lyra allowed this to happen. After all, she could never forgive herself for hurting such a pretty face.

Layla sneered at Lyra and turned to face her. The way the woman fell was princess-like, and it only further caused her blood to boil. She scowled at her and shook her head with disgust. ”You belong on the ground to walk amongst the filthy insects that call it home.” She ignored the rest of the woman’s words as the crowd cheered and clapped, despite the confusion.

”You are, truly, the champion. I don’t believe I caught your name?” General Carris said, standing up, brushing her hair clean with a hand and collecting her sword. ”I think I might’ve remembered had I heard the name of such a cunning warrior before.” That smile was still there, only less untamed and more… Subtle.

”Oh shut up.” Layla snapped and strode away from the woman without another glance backwards. Her expression was steel and her gaze could turn one to stone.

Finally, the dimwitted announcer stood up and waved to the crowd. ”Our winner is…. Shehzadi Layla Kadir!” The woman rolled her eyes and took her seat back on the bench. She did not look back at the woman and ignored her completely, and instead turned her attention to the next fight.

Lyra simply smirked as “Layla” left. In her opinion, it was okay for that woman to be angry with such an easy loss. It would’ve been unfair for Lyra to use her full breadth of skills against a Shehzadi- A princess. Surely she had her own skills in her own right, Lyra didn’t doubt that. But a cub doesn’t become a lion without mercy from time to time. Royalty and generals were simply different people.

”She’ll be fine.” Lyra said to herself, out loud, and left the stadium, taking her forfeiture with dignity.
Layla & Nahir




Layla sighed in relief when they moved away from the crowd. Something had happened that morning unbeknownst to her. Concern filled her eyes when she looked at her sister, although the thought of gossip amused her as well. She turned to Nahir and raised her eyebrows. ”I smell tea waiting to be poured. Shall we go back to the castle?” Layla gestured to their waiting guard and palaquins and ignored the Caesonians watching both Nahir and her with interest and fascination.

A few of the common folk that had wandered too close to them were apprehended by Ece, who quickly scared them off before they got too close to the Kadir sisters. Nahir did not look at them as Ece brushed the palms of her hands against the dark fabrics of her tunic, her nose scrunched into a look of disgust.

Nahir smiled, nodding as she walked Layla to her transport. "Tea sounds wonderful; I only hope they have cakes to match." She pulled back the curtains of Layla’s palanquin and offered her hand for Layla to climb in. "Ece will go ahead of us and prepare a spot in the gardens,"

Layla snickered at Ece’s expression from the common folk. She watched Ali glance around them and protectively kepe a hand on the hilt of his sword. Layla turned back to Nahir and grinned in response. ”That would be great. Ali can go with Ece to request food to be there as well.” She nodded to him and he quickly moved away from them. She took Nahir’s hand and climbed into her palanquin, then leaned over to offer her hand to her. ”The faster we get away from the riff raff, the better,” She smirked.

”Agreed,” Nahir returned the smirk and took the offered hand.

Their trip back to the palace went without a disturbance. The Bazaar looked the same as it had earlier aside from a few extra guards patrolling the streets with watchful eyes. It seemed like Caesonians were no strangers to the sounds of bullets as most of the people continued to go on their way.

When the Kadir sisters arrived at their destination Ece was awaiting them by the entrance with Ali and a few of the castle servants. They were led down the halls to the lush gardens where a table had been set up in one of the many courtyards. Chairs were pulled for each of the sisters and tea was quickly brought out along with various sandwiches, cakes, and pastries.

”Ah, isn’t this lovely? If only this kingdom could provide us with such seamless service all the time.” Nahir said as she lifted the cup of tea to her nose, inhaling the rich aroma of the Ganasean tea. Black tea, cardamon, ginger, anise, cinnamon, cloves and nutmeg, the spices filled her nose reminding her of home. Ece must have handed it over to the servants to serve.

Layla sighed in relief when they entered theguardian. She picked up a cup of black tea and examined it carefully. Whether it was to ensure it was safe or up to her standards, it was unknown. There was a hint of lemon, along with cinnamon and ginger. Deciding it was safe, Layla took a small sip and grinned with delight. ”I agree. Maybe they’ll get better each day and aren’t used to such top-tier visitors. Should have had it together much sooner though,” Layla then picked up a chocolate and vanilla cupcake and began to eat it.

Nahir poured a few drops of milk into her tea, stirred twice and sipped it. A low satisfied hum emerged from her lips as she smiled down at the porcelain cup. ”With the state of this kingdom,” Her voice lowered, ”I am not surprised they had not had the privilege to entertain more royals of our status.” The shots fired earlier were no surprise. Caesoania had very loose laws when it came to firearm ownership. One could easily find some shady man selling them by the ports or near the slums.

Once finished, she turned to Nahir after grabbing a few sandwiches. The haughty smirk returned with derision in her eyes. ”The Alidasht are taking over the garden. Layla mimicked Farim with a giggle. An eye roll followed next as she continued. ”Can you believe the Princess and Farim were throwing themselves at each other? I was surprised he didn’t leave with her.”

Nahir smirked into her tea, bringing the cup down quietly to the table. ”The day is yet over, sister, who knows if they might ‘bump’ into each other later.” She took another bite to her sandwich to stifle the giggle. ”Although, they would make a handsome couple but their children might be of the lighter complexion.” She brushed a few locs behind her shoulder.

Her eyes shifted to Layla down to the cup of tea she held in her hands. Her brows knitted into what could be taken as worry as she reached out to lightly touch her sister's hand. ”Layla, did you stay behind last night? Was there something wrong?” The question had been gnawing at the mind since the morning, not out of concern but out of need to simply know.

Layla snickered and took her time consuming her pastry and tea. She listened to her sister’s words and imagined the duo seeking each other out. The idea of them being together caused her to nearly choke on her tea. While she composed herself, she watched Nahir’s eyebrows knit together. The way she reached for her hand caused Layla temporary confusion. While she seemed calm outwardly, inside her mind raced. The question regarding why she didn’t attend the party came up and she withheld a sigh; she had hoped it wouldn't come up. Outside of Hafiz, it was relatively unknown that anything was wrong.

Layla took a moment to compose herself and grinned at her sister. ”Why yes Nahir, something was indeed wrong.” Her voice held venom as she sipped her tea in between. ”We would have been cramped inside the carriage like pigs for slaughter.” She allowed her response to hang in the air and continued. Finally, she allowed a smirk to brace her lips again. ”How was the party, anyway?”

Ah. So this is how she wants to play.

Nahir allowed herself to frown, drawing her hand with the hesitation of a worried younger sister would have. Her eyes lowered and her lower lip pouted. Perhaps it was too soon, but Layla was right; it had been a foolish move on all of them. They could have been slaughtered like pigs, their bodies discarded like trash and dumped into some nameless mass grave. That was not what was bothering her, Layla had deflected the question.

”I don’t remember.” Nahir answered truthfully. She finally pulled back her hand to her cup of tea, her nails tracing the golden designs painted on to them. ”None of us really do, but…” Nahir’s voice trailed off and she glanced at her sister. Sometimes she wondered if they had been closer in age they’d be friends and not just civil with one another.

Nahir took a deep breath and ordered the servants around them to turn their back to them with a stern voice. When everyone had their backs to them, she pulled down the neckline of her tunic revealing two darkened spots on her neck, the size of a person’s mouth. She pulled it back up quickly. ”Layla, I need your help.”

Layla watched her sister’s demeanor dissipate after her rebuttal. While her chest panged, she didn’t show any reaction. Instead, busied herself with her tea and food. Halfway through her sandwich, she reached for another pastry and continued eating. The gnawing in her stomach thus became a vague memory. Eventually, it’d resurface, but for now she would not concern herself with it.

When Nahir admitted that nobody, including herself, could remember the party, her eyebrows furrowed. How was that possible? Did everyone drink themselves silly? Didn’t her siblings know better or were they having too much fun? She went to inquire upon it when her sister ordered the servants to turn their backs to them. Layla’s haughtiness sank into confusion and concern. This was much unlike her sister. Her attention caught like a fish on a line, Layla watched as she revealed two large dark spots. This time, her mask slipped off entirely, and she choked on her tea. Layla quickly recovered and dried her mouth off and stared at her sister.

Ah, I have you my dear sister. Nahir thought, pressing her lips into a line to hide the smirk. She lowered her eyes with shame, shaking her head just the slightest.

”Sister Nahir!” Her voice quivered like an arrow on a bow, waiting to be launched. She glanced at her servants and ordered them to move farther away to provide them with privacy. She added if they dared to look or violated their privacy, she’d have them hung.

This was one of the few times Nahir appreciated Layla’s ruthlessness and bluntness to the servants, knowing if this were to get out the lie would spiral out of her control. She couldn’t have that. Everything was to stay between her and her sister if this was going to work. Nahir had no room for mistakes now.

Layla’s eyes were wide as she stared at her. ”I would ask who but you don’t remember. I will find whoever did this to you and skin them alive over a fire pit and then allow Zilal to hunt them in their last moments so they can suffer from the venom and discover why King Cobra’s are named as such.” Layla’s voice shook with fury and concern as she stood up and came over to her sister's side.

”Sister…” Nahir’s voice trailed off as she laced her fingers tightly together. ”I… I don’t know what happened.” Her voice shook and she avoided looking at Layla in the eyes. Out of guilt for playing this card or the shame of what had actually happened, Nahir did not know which. While it was true that Nahir could not remember what had happened, she knew it had been mutual. But Layla did not know that, no one did and she very much doubted that the other person knew as well. Still, the fact of not knowing who it had been was what bothered Nahir.

She came over and examined the marks, then gently pulled the neckline back to cover it. Those would take time to go away, but for now she needed to help her hide it. ”Come. I have ways to keep that hidden.” Her voice was calmer now, but the fury was held at bay. She bit her lip and silently wondered if she’d attended this shady party, if this would have happened…

Nahir reached out to take Layla’s wrist, ”You can’t let anyone know,” she finally met Layla’s eyes, ”Please.” Her voice caught in her and she quickly looked back down. She wouldn’t give a theater performance, that’d be out of character for her. Nahir didn’t cry, not in front of anyone and especially not in front of Layla. So she kept her eyes down playing the perfect distraught little sister in need of the older one’s guidance.

Layla inspected her sister’s expression and was quiet. She became impassive, though her eyes were kindling with anger. How did this happen? It was unlike her sister. Unlike any of them not to remember, too. Layla took a deep breath and titled her sister’s chin up and looked down at her. ”I won’t.” The conviction in Layla’s voice surprised even herself. The situation was bizarre and unlike her little sister. However Layla knew she needed to find out more details about this party in her own way.

’I have ways to keep that hidden’ Nahir repeated in her head as she stood up from her seat and gave Layla the signal to lead. How? How could Layla know how to hide such bruises and who had given them to her?

Layla called the servants back to clean up after them. Next, she began leading Nahir back to her room. Once they arrived back at the Alidasht guest-house, she shut the door and ordered Ali to stand guard outside it. This way, they would not be interrupted. Next, she set Zilal on her bed who curled up into an adorable ball, making her smirk in amusement. Turning her attention back to Nahir, Layla went to her makeup table and pulled out some of her concealer. Then, she pulled Nahir’s shirt back and began to cover it up using a variety of makeup.

Out of concern and hope, she then inquired quietly, ”Do you know if you at least used protection?” She then added, ”And do you know how Mayet and Munir were from it? Did our cousins attend?”

Nahir’s heart twisted at the first question. ”I don’t know,” Nahir hated those words, but her answer was truthful. ”Mayet was upset in the morning, but that is pretty much a regular occurance. Munir stayed in bed and didn’t join us in the Entrance Hall. I saw Farim in the hall too, but Saiya was unaccounted for.” She had ordered Lady Suhasini to keep an eye on them all.

”I can’t remember anything Layla… All I can remember are these lights. They were so bright and in colors I’ve never seen before, in shapes that simply cannot exist… It was like magic.” Magic. Drugs. Both felt like a violation to her body now that she thought of it.

Layla remained quiet while Nahir spoke. The fact nobody remembered the night was suspicious, however the idea of magic unsettled her. She had read about magic in Alidasht. The idea of using it wasn’t persuasive enough to her. Still, if it altered memories… Layla bit her tongue. It would not do to speak out of turn or voice these thoughts; not while her sister was distressed…

”I’m glad you were not there.” Nahir said with a small voice. It was the truth. Like Layla had said, they had been pigs out for slaughter there. At least she would have survived and left their father with a competent heir instead of their uncle.

Her small voice brought Layla back to her thoughts. She gazed at her and pressed her lips into a thin line. To be comforting was out of her realm, though she could tell Nahir needed it. Instead of a sassy or witty remake, she finished the makeup then set her hands on her sister’s shoulders. Their reflection stared back at them.

”Sister Nahir, whatever happened last night is beyond our discovery at this point. I don’t think you’ll remember what happened - ever - but that does not mean we can’t prevent something like this in the future. I would be cautious whom you trust or speak to, and do your best not to wander off to any more parties. Should you feel the need to go, I will come along with you. I would keep this between us Kadir siblings.” She paused, then continued with a smile as she gently pulled Nahir’s shirt over her markings and fluffed her hair around her. Her haughty smirk returned.

Nahir could feel guilt bubble in her chest as Layla did her best to comfort her. She quickly squashed it and shoved it away before it could manifest in her face.

”Just remember, you’re a Shehzadi, and whatever scumbag did this to you, will never be able to do better than us. I bet you’re the best thing to ever happen to them and it will alas, but his downfall, because I will ruin them.” The smirk became slightly darker now as a certain… harshness, overcasted her features, then was gone as quickly as it had come.

”And I will be there to witness their ruin.” Nahir nodded, a small smile creeping up to her lips at the mental image of Layla inflicting said ruin on whoever her partner had been last night. While the thought was a pleasant one, the older Kadir was right; she may never remember that night. As much as Nahir hated it, dwelling on it would only cause Nahir further torment. All she could do now was use this situation and spin it however she wanted for her benefit.

Lalya smirked at her response. Satisfaction boiled inside of her at Nahir’s reaction. At least there was a smile on her face. She moved away from Nahir to sit down and assess her sister from her spot. There was an awkwardness hanging in the air she was trying to ignore for her sister’s sake. To keep herself busy, she gently petted Zilal who flicked his tongue in appreciation.

”Thank you Layla.” The words felt foreign in her tongue, and more so being directed towards her older sister. Nahir offered another smile, a gentle one this time as she lightly pressed her hand over her neck. A curt thank you was appropriate enough for two estranged sisters.

The words that came out of Nahir’s mouth caused Layla to do a near double take. Her sister… thanked her. The words caused her to pause and glance up at her. The smile caused Layla to reply with one of her own. She nodded and replied, ”You are most welcome.” Then, there was a beat; Layla contemplated saying more, but left it alone and allowed Nahri to decide if she wanted to stay longer, or leave. There was a deep gnawing in her stomach she needed to decipher, so Layla hoped she’d choose the latter.

After so many years living under the same roof, Nahir knew when Layla wanted to be left alone. ”I should go,” She stood to her feet, but they would not budge from their spot. It seemed like both wanted to say more, if they were closer Nahir may have. Another statement of appreciation, or a reassuring smile or maybe even a hug. Instead, she gave the older Kadir Sister a slight bow and left the room.

Time: 1pm
Location: Hunting Woods
Interactions: @Infinite Cosmos Munir, @ReusableSword Roman & @13org Mayet
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Sadie’s Dress, Shoes & Hair



The startled reactions from the Alidasht prince reminded her that randomly throwing a dagger while they were high on adrenaline was not the best idea. Unfortunately, Sadie could not rewind time, but he relaxed soon after. Her eyes remained glued to Munir while unbridled curiosity and nervousness were kept at bay. She beamed when he finished and clasped her hands together. Her eyes were bright like the sun. ”We are well met then, Prince Munir! I am Princess Sadie of the Varian Kingdom. I am delighted to make your acquaintance. Sorry I startled you earlier. I panicked seeing the bear.”

Next, Roman spoke to her and rested his ax on his shoulder. When he complimented her aim, her eyes widened, and a tiny gasp escaped her. Sadie had worked day and night on her aim, including staying up all night. She stayed quiet while he spoke. The entire time, she shifted from foot to foot. His comments, now directed at the Alidasht Princess, caused her to wonder what they were talking about. She had climbed over Roman? It had something to do with the fighting, she thought. Her gaze remained on Roman and beamed when he mentioned the blacksmith. ”Of course! I would not miss it for the world!” She bounced on the balls of her feet as her eyes widened. ”I can’t wait to tell you about what I was working on this week!”

Now the Alidasht Princess spoke, and Sadie turned to her excitedly. She watched her call the tigress to her side with fascination. Hearing her speak about Alidasht and how uncommon it was for people to have tigers there only intensified her curiosity. Sadie bit her lip to stop herself from interrupting her with a barrage of questions. Unexpectedly, the Alidasht Princess took her dagger out of the bear, cleaned it, and then handed it to her. Her complement made her glow with pride and her cheeks to flush. ”Thanks! I made it myself. I am a blacksmith as well, funny enough!” She replied happily and turned to address both Munir and Mayet. ”It was nice meeting you both. Please let me know if you need anything, I would be happy to help! And Princess, I would love to hear more about your tigress!”

Now she took her leave and was hurriedly followed by her guards. ”To the blacksmith, gentlemen! I must change!” Soon, she was out of sight, continuing to talk to her guards and hum to herself without a care in the world.

She complimented my dagger!

Location: Forest
Time: 12:30 pm


Ferocious snarls escaped the bear from the volley of arrows Munir had shot. It tried to stand, then let out a whimper of pain finally. The bear tried to dislodge the arrows, yet its spine caused it agony. Stumbling, it tripped and crashed to the ground, only to be struck by Roman’s ax through the open spinal wound. Roars of agony and rage escaped the bear and echoed. The noise caused birds in the canopy above them to take flight. Foam dripped from its mouth while the bear glared at the hunters viciously. It clearly wanted to mull them to death, but was unable to move properly. Any connection between its brain and spine was severely wounded, thus causing it misery. The final blow belonged to Mayet’s ring blade. The bear roared in agony once more and crumpled to the ground. It twitched, thanks to the drug’s pulsing through it. The bear’s eyes finally came to a halt on the tigress and let out a final growl.

A lavendar and grey dagger flew through the air past the group and into the bear’s chest, finally severing the last cord it had to live. Written on the blade’s handle was “P.S”. The owner of the dagger came rushing towards them in a hurry with wide-blue eyes and blonde ringlets dancing behind her. Guards, struggling to keep up, towed behind her. Sadie came to the clearing and wheezed momentarily, then stood up and stared at them.

”A bear attack? I heard it from the festival treeline! I thought I was going crazy because there was no way a bear attacking a hunter group! Oh my goodness! Are you alright? Roman?” Her gaze slid to him last and placed a hand on his arm with worry swimming in her eyes. Her gaze then slid to the foreigners who she guessed were Alidasht. ”Holy crap - oh my goodness - is that a tiger?” Her eyes lit up, before realizing the stakes at hand and shook her head to clear her head. ”...Forgive me, please.” She addressed Mayet sincerely, and eyed Munir as well. Sadie gave a quick curtsy to show respect before continuing. ”Are… Are you both okay?”

Behind the forest trees and out of view, a figure stood watching, unbeknownst to the group or the tigress. Remaining silent, the individual left unnoticed with a flask in their hand.
Sadie, Lyra, & Verrick


”You must be hungry from your travels! I don’t know what your land is like or if you've ever played games-” she gestured to the festival and continued, "-so now seems like a good chance to do so! What do you think?” Next, she tilted her head back to look up at Verrick with wide-eyes and a puppy dog expression. Her blue eyes reflected from the sun like the ocean. For a moment, when Lyra couldn’t see, she allowed the suspicion to flash across her expression before disappearing like the waves in an ocean. ”Games! Food! Prizes! We must explore! I cannot sit any longer!”

Sadie moved to glance at them both and bounced on the balls of her feet. Then, she stretched her neck and arms and it was noticeable that she was practically vibrating with energy. ”We can find out more about each other as we go! Let’s not waste the day!”

Before either of them could react, distant noise briefly interrupted them. She frowned and looked in the direction of it, but was unable to decipher it. Sadie shrugged it off for now, but stored it in the back of her mind. If there was danger, she would react appropriately. Sadie waited for her companion’s reactions, continuing to practically vibrate with energy and now curiosity.

”Those sounds…” Lyra was just about to stand up and accompany the two to whatever madness Sadie planned to subject them to, when she heard the noise. Lyra craned her head around and paid attention, unlike Sadie. She heard gunshots.

”Something is wrong. Those were gunshots. I’m going to see what happened. Are either of you coming with me?”

Verrick sighed softly when the woman didn’t answer, but the Princess spoke up. She was almost nothing like her elder sister. He wasn’t used to her energy still, despite being around her for years while guarding Beatrice. He was one to sit in the back, as still as a stone. His entire life was training to take things slow, not to be seen and keep his eyes and ears open.

He was thankful he noticed she didn’t trust the woman as well. At least she was learning to pick up on things like that. But he didn’t know what to say when she tried to use her blue eyes on him. He sighed audibly and nodded his head as he was fine with it.

But a moment later he heard a couple of shots ringing through the air. He looked in the direction, it was close but far enough away to be muffled. They couldn’t hear the argument and as far as he could see other people were just as confused. It wasn’t in the park but perhaps one of the houses that peaked through some of the trees in the distance.

The woman correctly identified the sound and said she was going to check it out. “Yes I’m going to take princess Sadie to a dangerous place… excellent idea.” He said in a sarcastic tone. “Leave it to the guards. There’s nothing for a foreigner to do besides get caught up in trouble. There are quite a few more patrols out for the festivities. They will get there before we do.”

Sadie looked toward the shots with both interest and concern. She stepped up on her toes and craned her neck. She could only catch glimpses of the rising number of guards. It seemed to be near the Vikena and Damien estates. She bit her lip and looked at Verrick. “I’m worried for the Damiens and Vikenas.” She told him in a serious tone. Sadie fell into silence as she thought over Verrick’s words then suddenly added, “Verrick is right. We must not go… But if you must, Lyra, I can’t stop you. Though, I would rather you stay where I know you’re safe.” The idea of something terrible occurring to Crystal, Violet, Charlotte or Lorenzo was heart wrenching for her. She hugged Verrick’s arm for comfort instinctively. Her eyes watered as she lowered her gaze.

Verrick glanced at Sadie as she looked up at him, He sighed when she said she was worried about the Damien's and Vikena's… most likely Charlotte and Violet. Rather than Count Damien. He felt that she was about to protest, but she didn’t. He could tell though she wasn’t agreeing with the decision on the inside. before he could say anything she hugged his arm. He froze, not really sure how to handle that. But the ‘major General’ touted up again.

”I will be fine. I am not a Major General for nothing.” And with that, the General took off, running at a surprisingly fast pace. As though she was determined to catch a murderer herself.

Verrick let out a very irritated gravelly sigh. He did not like this woman one bit. What did she think she was going to do? He secretly hoped she got confused for the culprit just so she would learn a lesson. The same sigh continued inward as he noticed Sadie’s eyes water. He continued to look towards the idiot running off. Despite his adamant of leaving if something happened he really couldn’t force the issue. The racket was still a distance off and he didn’t feel like it was an immediate danger. “If…you want…I can go check quickly. The five guards who are hanging back with the carriage should be enough to protect you while you try to enjoy yourself."

Sadie bit her lip and nodded. That would suffice for now, as long as he remained safe. She had let go after noticing he was uncomfortable. Her stomach churned and she beamed broadly for him. ”Okay, as long as you stay safe! Thanks!” She waved to him and headed back towards the festival aimlessly.

Lover's Lake


Lovers Lake is one of the most popular places in Sorian during the summer. During the day, it was a swimming pool while at night it offered a private and intimate spot. Mischief, love, heartbreak and happiness are associated with the lake. As the sun rose directly above Sorian, many started to make their way down woodland path towards the beautiful lake. The visitors were a mixture of both nobles and peasants. A vision of lush green greeted them as canopies weighed down by the leaves threatened to tickle their heads. Off to the side was a food vendor offering ice cream, hotdogs, and other handheld foods.

The sun shined brightly on the lake, reflecting off it and offering a a scenic view. There were a few lifeguards settled around the beach which were a mixture of female and male. Next to the lake were cliffs that offered cliff diving. Teenagers, giggling and staring, tempting one another to dive off. Kids were settled near the shoreline while their parents lounged nearby. Laughter, screams of joy, and conversation battled with the rhythm of the lake waves.


Time: 12:00 pm
Location:Festival At the Park
Attire: Her outfit & hair
Interactions: @Rodiak Nahir @Lava Alckon Farim @princess Anastasia



Layla watched the trivial game with interest. Though it was childish, she found it amusing and entertaining. How silly could the games here be? She glanced at her sister to find the same amusement. Layla tracked the cups as best she could, but the swift movement ended up irritating her eyes, so she turned away and instead glanced around the festival. Silently, she wondered if Farim would be able to discover the correct cup, and sighed with relief once he had.

”Nice intuition.” She gave him a faint smile before it disappeared. She twirled the end of her hair around her fingers as she gazed around the crowd. What a stupid yet delightful game. There was a glee in her eyes that hadn’t been there previously. Nonetheless, she remained guarded with a haughty smile on her face. She gestured to the snake once he'd responded and grinned. "That snake would make a nice companion for Zilal."

Despite the noise in the crowd, there were a few faint pops that pierced through the festival. It didn't take a genius to piece together what it might have been. In fact, others had turned to it curiously too, while others remained oblivious. Curious, she tilted her head in the direction but was unable to hear anything more. Unable to hear anything more, she glanced at Nahir and Farim with her eyebrows raised.

Layla smirked and turned her attention to the game once more. ”So Farim, what will you pick?" Her gaze moved to Princess Anastasia. What a shame it was her father was a piece of shit. ”Want a turn after Nahir, love?” She teased and examined her reaction.
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