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Avalia

Sirena

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Sirena "Rini"✰Age unknown✰Female✰Winter fairy ☽ Dark Fariy

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☽✰Appearance✰☾

☽Height☾

5’3

☽Build☾

Slim and frail

☽Hair Color☾

White like snow

☽Hair Length☾

Extra long, goes down to the bottom of her back

☽Eye Color☾

Ice blue

☽Skin Tone☾

Pale

☽Distinguishing features☾

Her white hair and blue eyes were a mutation from the torture she received. She originally had dark black hair and vibrant hazel eyes. A lightly faded scar goes across her left eye

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☽✰Psychology✰☾

☽Likes☾

☽Bugs☾
☽Warmth/sun/heat☾
☽Nature☾
☽Big open spaces☾

☽Fears☾

☽Water/Swimming/Submerging in liquids☾
☽Cold/Winter☾
☽Nighttime/darkness☾

☽Habits/Quirks☾

☽Talks to ghosts☾
☽Can see spirits/ghosts☾
☽Tends to daydream a lot☾
☽Can turn useless junk into useful items☾
☽Refuses to wear shoes☾

Sexuality:

☽Straight☾

☽Personality☾

☽Due to her traumatic past and the haunting presence of ghosts, Sirena's treatment of people around her is marked by a deep-seated fear and apprehension. The torment she endured as a child has left her emotionally scarred, making it difficult for her to trust others and form meaningful connections. Sirena's interactions with people are often guarded and distant, as she struggles with the constant fear of being hurt or betrayed. The darkness, a reminder of her past horrors, intensifies her anxiety, causing her to withdraw further. Despite her fear, there remains a flicker of empathy within Sirena's heart, as she recognizes the pain and suffering in others, mirroring her own torment. However, the ghosts that accompany her serve as a constant reminder of the dangers lurking in the shadows, reinforcing her hesitance to fully embrace those around her.

Her encounters with people often trigger a heightened sense of fear and unease, causing her to instinctively withdraw and remain guarded. In situations where she feels threatened or unsafe, Sirena's natural survival instincts kick in, allowing her to become adept at tracking individuals and blending into her surroundings, effectively hiding in plain sight. While she is not inherently a fighter, her experiences have taught her to be resourceful and to defend herself when necessary. On rare occasions, she may reluctantly wield a dagger, relying on her agility and quick thinking to protect herself. Nevertheless, her aversion to violence remains, as she understands the pain it inflicts all too well. Sirena's reactions are often driven by a desire to evade danger and find solace in solitude.

Sirena's mind is a complex labyrinth of shattered memories, lingering trauma, and the constant presence of spectral whispers. Her thoughts are often clouded by the haunting echoes of her past, causing her to experience bouts of anxiety, paranoia, and a perpetual sense of unease. Her interactions with the living world are tinged with apprehension, as she carries the weight of her past torment, making it challenging for her to trust or form deep connections. Sirena's thinking is marked by a heightened awareness of her surroundings, always on guard for potential threats. While her mind may be plagued by darkness, there exists a glimmer of resilience and a flicker of empathy, reminding her of her own vulnerability and the pain she endured. Sirena's thoughts often oscillate between a longing for a sense of purpose and family and a constant battle against the haunting demons that reside within her own psyche.☾

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☽✰Background✰☾

☽Occupation☾

Sirena scours the darkest and most forgotten corners of the world, unearthing hidden treasures and peculiar objects. Sirena's unique abilities and resourcefulness allow her to transform seemingly worthless items into useful tools or curiosities, catering to the desires of those who seek them. Despite her own inner turmoil, Sirena's expertise in procuring and repurposing these rare finds grants her a simple living.

☽Living Immediate Family Members☾

Unknown

☽Dead Immediate Family Members☾

Unknown

☽Current Companions☾

none

☽Current and Past Lover(s)☾

None

☽Current Equipment☾

☽A handmade bow and arrows inside a quiver
☽A small dagger.
☽Dimensional Bag - This Magical bag has an interior space considerably larger than its outside dimensions, roughly 2 feet in diameter at the mouth and 4 feet deep. The bag can hold up to 500 pounds, not exceeding a volume of 64 cubic feet. The bag weighs 15 pounds, regardless of its contents.
☽A satchel of herbs
☽A satchel of little rocks/metal scraps/twine

☽History☾
☽Sirena was once a winter fairy who was vibrant, energetic, and full of life. She loved magic and was eager to grow up into a beautiful fairy. She had loving parents and a warm home, she was safe and protected.

However, Sirena was snatched when she was a child by the minions of Zalthraxis. While in Zalthraxis's clutches, Sirena became a victim of relentless torture. His minions subjected her to unspeakable horrors, their sadistic actions leaving indelible scars upon her body, mind, and soul. The pain and suffering were so intense that her once vibrant hair turned stark white, and her once expressive eyes transformed into an icy blue hue, mirroring the coldness that had been forced upon her.

As the torment wore on, Sirena's fragile mind crumbled under the weight of her anguish. The incessant abuse caused her to spiral into a state of madness, disconnecting her from reality.

In her fractured state, she found herself able to see and communicate with the tormented spirits that were trapped between worlds. Ghostly apparitions and anguished souls became a constant presence, their haunting whispers and sorrowful cries forever echoing in her ears.
Yet, Sirena's life was a tragic symphony of sorrow. The ghosts that plagued her every step, their presence an inescapable reminder of her tortured past, continued to haunt her relentlessly. They whispered tales of lost loves, broken dreams, and unfulfilled desires, their spectral presence serving as a constant torment, driving her further into the depths of her own madness.

Life after the torture Sirena was left broken and lost, forced to navigate a world that felt alien and cruel. The scars of her past torments left her incapable of trusting others, and she found solace in the shadows, living on the streets and scraping by in the most meager of ways.

In her desperate struggle to survive, Sirena discovered an unlikely talent for scavenging and unearthing forgotten treasures from the darkest corners of the world. She ventured into abandoned ruins, cursed forests, and desolate catacombs, scouring these forsaken places in search of trinkets and artifacts. She became a wandering merchant, selling these eerie finds to those who dared seek her out, often attracting those who were drawn to the mysteries of the occult.☾

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☽Combat and Magic Stat☾

☽Fitness Level☾

☽Weak

☽Quick on her feet

☽Can contort her body

☽Weaknesses☾

☽Darkness

☽Winter/Frost Magic

☽Physical combat

☽Best Abilities☾

Necrosis, however, is afraid of her own magic. She has strong abilities to perform Necrosis because of the sheer amount of torture she endured. So although the magic is strong, out of fear she doesn't use it unless she felt there was no choice or a situational reason happened.

☽Physical Stats☾

☽Strength: ⬤◯◯◯◯
☽Ground Speed:⬤⬤⬤◯◯
☽Stamina: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯
☽Dexterity:⬤⬤⬤◯◯
☽Durability: ⬤◯◯◯◯

☽Combat Stats☾

☽Hand-to-hand Combat:⬤⬤◯◯◯

☽Magic Stats☾

☽Zoolingualism:⬤⬤⬤⬤◯
☽Necrosis: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤
☽Erebokinesis ⬤⬤⬤◯◯
☽Cryokinesis:⬤⬤◯◯◯

Avalia

☽Location☾ Port Vanarosa
☽Time☾ Morning
☽Mentions☾ None

☽Sirenas Voices (what she hears)☾

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZM-3zi5wzVg

☽Bits and Bobs Shop☾

Shop is currently closed

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Time had faded since her previous visit, Sirena had been in Port Vanarosa for at least a month. Seeking solace in the seedier corners of towns, cities, and ports, she catered to the shady characters, offering an array of items acquired through chance discoveries, brazen thefts, or her own craftsmanship. A delicate dance with hiding in the shadows sustained her, affording sustenance and means of travel, while her uncanny knack for blending with unusual hideaways ensured safe passage when necessary. Decrepit barns and abandoned buildings sheltered her during her travels. If something was not suitable, Sirena would find solace within the woods safe away from the towns.

Yet, traversing treacherous paths came as an expected burden for Sirena. Alone, she wandered through realms, burdened by her very nature as a dark fairy. Her existence attracted hate and loathing. Verbal onslaughts, projectiles hurled with disdain, and physical assaults became the theme of her journey, staining her days and nights with anguish both in pain and loneliness.

And this time was no different.

The break of dawn offered a fleeting reprieve from the nightmarish shadows that enveloped her world. As the first rays of sunlight penetrated the stable's splintered wooden planks, its feeble glow caressed Sirena's delicate features. Her moon-struck hair, glowed its white glow as her pale skin nearly blended into her white dress. She wore a black cloak that hugged her body tightly was the cold night air. Her head rested upon a modest mound of hay, her eyes tracing the spectral dance of light as it ascended, casting a sense of hope. In this brief moment, the clamor of her restless mind dulled, granting her a semblance of peace.

As the sun ascended, its light cascaded over Sirena's emaciated form, illuminating the stains of blood that stained her tattered dress. As the stream of light traveled, it unveiled a crimson gash, etched upon her swollen lips, as a reminder of the night's event. The mottled hues of black and purple painted her bruised face, the fresh wounds adorning her right eye.

The night prior, as Sirena concluded her shop for the evening, a feeling of darkness engulfed her surroundings, invoking the presence of things not welcomed.

The nocturnal hours, once a veil of serenity, became a reminder of murmurs and unseen terrors. Seeking relief from the voices and visions that plagued her, she sought solace in a tavern, where copious amounts of ale became her refuge—a means to silence the chaos in her mind, to lull herself to sleep. It was a habit she had acquired, a ritual born out of necessity.

Having enjoyed her evening deeply, she stumbled back toward her current home, the barn that had briefly become her sanctuary, only to encounter a group of men on her way.

Like a sack of potatoes, they tossed her about callously, their bully-like behavior escalating into a sickeningly personal assault. The limits of her welcome had been met; it was time to flee. The men continued to kick and punch her. It wasn’t until she collapsed to her knees that they decided to leave out of fear of being caught…

Suppressing the night's haunting memories, Sirena hastily gathered her possessions, her mind now fixed upon leaving. If she could reach the docks before the light fully claimed the sky, her chances of boarding a ship and finding refuge in its hidden recesses would increase. The art of sailing had become an unwritten expertise of hers, as her presence remained undiscovered to this point. Her comfort in voyages grew, disembarking at ports and lingering until her instincts summoned her onward. It was then that Sirena would find a new ship to board, stowing herself away for weeks. She would be active while the crew slept, creeping around to find food and other things she needed, returning back to the original place before anyone would notice.

Nearing the docks, she moved with thought as she tried to draw little attention to herself as her gaze, a calculating dance, began assessing the vessels tethered within the docks. Amidst the shadows, her eyes fell upon the Saltrunner—an imposing craft that exuded an aura of dormant power. Its seemingly vacant deck and lack of a vigilant crew presented an opportunity too enticing to ignore. Silently melding into the obscurity of her surroundings, Sirena slipped aboard the ship, her cloak shrouding her form, rendering her almost unnoticeable.

Finding her way under a staircase, She slipped under them covering herself with her cloak so as to not be seen. Her nervous breath intertwined with the salt-tinged air that hung heavy around her. But as the stillness draped her like a shroud, a chilling voice emerged, an ethereal whisper that clawed its way into her consciousness. "Sirena... Suuuuuuhhhh-reeeeeeee-naaaaaaaa," it slithered, tormenting her senses, compelling her to recoil, to fold in upon herself, seeking refuge within the sanctuary of her own knees as she rested her chin on them.

Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath she waited.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Ariella Edwards & Yosri Dali Kadir

Dali's outfit

Ariella woke up early, her mind heavy with the events of the previous night. Hoping for a restful sleep, she had expected the morning to bring clarity, but instead, it only added fog to her thoughts. As the day began, her handmaids meticulously attended to her, tending to every aspect of her physical appearance - plucking, shaving, trimming, and moisturizing - all under the watchful eye of her mother, who insisted on such rituals.

Throughout the entire process, Ariella's mind was consumed by one thought: her mother's newly imposed rule forbidding her from venturing anywhere, particularly without wearing shoes.

This restriction threatened to sever her deep connection to nature, something she cherished dearly. Defiance welled up within her, a determination to preserve that connection at any cost. Even if someone were to forcibly remove her feet, she would likely find another way. That fact was not going to change.

The afternoon spent with Callum reinforced the importance of staying true to herself. It seemed he understood the significance of that connection. Ariella had temporarily set aside her magical studies out of fear, but now she saw them as a refuge from the suffocating societal expectations imposed by her family. She felt fortunate that her family believed her story, sparing Callum from any repercussions. However, the morning paper had cast doubt on their encounter, falsely claiming that he had been the gentleman she had accompanied through the gardens. Ariella knew her family would never believe that she had been alone with a prince. She had chosen not to disclose the truth to protect Callum, even if it meant enduring less pressure at home, or what she hesitated to call "home."

With the sun barely peeking over the horizon, Ariella discreetly slipped out of her manor. Today's agenda was uncertain, but she had set her sights on the beach. The irresistible thought of spending an afternoon with her toes in the water, without societal judgment, tugged at her.

Lost in her thought she walked, oblivious to her surroundings, until she collided with a large stranger. The impact jolted her, her foot entangled in her dress, and she stumbled. Grasping for support, she instinctively reached out and found herself steadied by the stranger's arm. It was only when her balance was restored that she fully realized what had transpired.

"Oh! I am so sorry!" Ariella exclaimed, her voice tinged with panic as she tried to the identity of the person she had nearly knocked over.

"I got you" Dali said surprised as the woman that had bumped into him, came to a crash. Destination, face first on the gravel road. Luckily she managed to find the arm he had moved towards her, in an effort to catch the red haired beauty.

The morning had been such an temptingly beautiful one, Dali just had to get out for a morning walk to the beach. That, and he probably get an playfull lecture from his brother at breakfast, for the rather special herbs he had mixed into his brothers water pipe. Dali hoped Farim was able to smell colours and taste scents at one point. His stif brother needed to relaxe every now and then. So , deciding to postpone the lecture or even make him forget it, Dali left his room.

The wind blowing in his back, the gods walking besides him. His every step closer to the goal they had intended for him to find today. And it seemed his goal came in the shape of a lady. One with the same features of his beloved mother. Green eye's as piercing as emeralds, and blazing hair. As red as dragon fire.

Her face had collided head first with his bare chest. He was not really dressed for formal occasions. Since he did not plan to attend one. He walked on bare feet, his shoes stuffed in the small duffle bag he wore on his back. Years of traveling like this had made it a habit to walk as such. It felt better, closer to the gods in a way.

"Inshalla, your feet are walking a few steps ahead from your mind" he smiled and helped her find her balance, before letting go of her. The lady in question wore fine clothing, the best of silks and took great care of her appearance. She reminded him a little bit of a well loved doll.

Ariella let out a nervous laugh “Ah..Yes…that is actually quite common for me.” she continued to nervously laugh “ So sorry about that, I must be half asleep still”

"no need to feel sorry,sayida" he called her lady as he felt he should. He had gotten some etiquette lessons, and he had remembered some of them. Not much, but somethings he did. His mother would scold him for behaving improper. He laughed silently, since he normally did not care for such things. But her appearance reminded him to much of his mother, not to remember her words.

"sayida, are you alright? You bumped into me with quite a step to your pace. You didn't hurt your nose?" and without thinking he went to check her nose. Touching it to see of she would show a sign of pain. If she did, he would take her to a doctor. He was a Fakir, it was quite normal for him to help. Dali just forgot to remember, here… he wasn't really a spiritual leader to her people. He was probably just a strange man touching a ladies nose in her eyes.


Ariella looked at the shirtless man as her eyes widened, her normally pale complexion turning a rather bright shade of red as she realized who she had just bumped into. Although she had not met him yet, she assumed this had to be the last of the brothers from Alidasht.

“Oh-I am…um..” she stumbled on her words as she caught her balance once more. She froze as all of a sudden the strange large man was checking her nose. Her eyes crossed as she stared at him confused, too stunned to even move.

As he continued to inspect her nose her eyes darted around before talking a small step back. She offered him a smile so as to not be rude but the strange nose inspecting , bare chested, shoeless man was not what she expected to run into this morning.

“ Thank you, I am quite alright … I think my nose will live another day” she said and shrugged jokingly “ But i'm not much of a doctor.” She let the silence dance around them before a moment before she spoke again “ I wasn’t expecting anyone up this early, You must be Farims brother?” she asked uncertain however his attire seemed very Alidasht to her.

Dali pulled his hand back from her face, and adjusted his dufflebag. Pulling it back up his shoulder. He smiled as she mentioned his brother. Ah the headache he must feel waking up. The mischievous little brother in him, lived on.
"I do hope my brother has not told you to much about me" he said and took a step back. He gave her a slight bow, like that of a showman and took of a hat he was not even wearing.
"Yosri Dali, Kadir. Fakir of the free gods of Alidasht" he introduced himself and straightened his back again. His dufflebag had slid doen his shoulder yet again, and so he hoisted it back up.

"and what is the name of the desert rose I had the honor of meeting this morning?" he asked. The wind had pushed them together their was a meaning to their meeting here. "was the beach calling you you as it did to me?"

Ariella offered him a half smile as she awkwardly chuckled “ Actually, No mention of you. However he was rather occupied the time I saw him. “ Ariella couldn’t help but notice just how different all of the brothers were. Munir - Handsy , Farim - Political and Dali… well she hadn’t quite figured him out yet but his personality was certainly more free spirited then Farim. However, the three brothers certainly shared their way with words.

“ Ari -” she paused “ Ariella Edwards - Lady..Ariella Edwards.” she had a slip of the mind forgetting her titles once again. “Yes, I was heading towards the beach for the festivities. I couldn’t be bothered with sitting around sipping on tea, but I am always drawn towards the water. I couldn’t resist.”

She smiled seeing his bag that he continued to struggle with. It dawned on her that she hadn’t prepared anything to bring with her. Her mother had her so consumed with looking her best that the idea of the event being on the beach completely left her mind. Letting out a long exaggerated sigh she dropped her shoulders and looked back behind her.

“ I completely forgot to grab my stuff for the event as well…” she said with the sound of disappointment in her voice. “Oh well… I suppose it's just less to worry about” She turned her attention back to Dali. “ Are you here as well for the courting season? Or just enjoying the events?” she asked curiously as she hadn’t seen him around before.

"Water is the lifeline that keeps this entire world alive" Dali replied."To be drawn to it is only natural. The djins of this ocean must be calling to you" he touched his forhead again in respect for the djins of this place.
"there is an event here today? How intresting. I jsut arrived yesterday, so I was not aware of it"
Ariella mentioned having forgotten her belongings, so every helpfull Dali wanted to help her. "I have a blanket large enough for multiple people to sit on. If you would like, you are welcome to take a seat with me and family, if they appear today" Dali laughed audible as she mentioned the courting season.

"I am here, to flee the high expectations and to be out of sight. If I do happen to find the right person this season, so blessed be. The gods will surly hold someone for me. And if not, that is their will. Inshalla" he motioned with his hand towards the beach.
" Ariella Sayide. Will you walk with me to the oceans blue glitters?"

Ariella blinked a few times Is this guy for real? it wasn’t bad per say but he was certainly quite the character. “ Yes, there is a beach event although I'm not sure how many may be there or what may even been planned but I guess we are about to find out.” she offered him a friendly smile.

“ It seems we are here for the same purpose. "She smiled again before nodding in agreeance “ Sure, maybe walking beside you will help me avoid bumping into any future guests” she joked.
"I shall valiantly deter any unwanted future guests" Dali jokingly replied
Ariella started to walk towards the event but with each step, her feet screamed in agony. She stopped abruptly. “ Sorry, one moment.” she said while reaching down for her shoes and aggressively tore them off her feet. Her mother be damned, she wasn’t wearing heels on a beach. “ Sorry I hate wearing shoes'' Ariella then started to march, this time with a more determined pace as she headed once again towards the event.

Dali followed her for a few steps, until she excused herself for a moment. She stepped out of her shoes. Dali asked himself why she had worn heels to the beach in the first place. He sighed as he had long ago stopped to try and understand the thoughts of highborn ladies. "as you can see, I am much the same. Though decorum demands I wear shoes, but when I can" Dali gave the young lady a small wink before continuing on his step. The djin felt closer to him this way, walking connected to the earth. The wind blowing softly as the djin he was closest to, rusted in his presence. There was a meaning to their meeting, Dali just had to figure out what it was.

"so, if I may ask. Are you here to participate in this courting season?" he asked her and smiled his eternal smile. Really, if he stopped smiling, one should become worried. She had asked him the same, so he assumed he could just ask this from the lady he had just met. "as Fakir, I enjoy these seasons. Young love, lots of troubled minds that need a moment to calm. It means I can help a lot of people feel better about themselves. Talk with new people and meet intresting new friends. That is all I want in life" he said and felt the need to stretch himself for a moment. "to help people and to make new friends"

Ariella shrugged “ I suppose we are all looking for companionship but I don't believe in just picking someone based on similar interests. I want..I hope for a friend an actual companion in life. “ She paused “ Thats not to say I wont find that through the courting season however many of us are forced to be here for one reason or another. “ She stood up straight and adjusted herself “ I am sure you will make many new friends here, Lots of lovely people will be attending this event I am sure.” she offered him a smile as they approached the beach. She caught a glimpse of all the faces chatting and already enjoying their time.

“ Well looks like we have arrived, I am going to dip my feet in the water before socializing” she offered him a curtsy with her shoes still in her hands “ It was a real pleasure meeting you, I am sure we will speak again amongst all the events”

"are you leaving me already?" Dali feigned sadness as Ariella said her goodbye to him. "what am I to do? In a strange place in a strange country. The first person I meet that is not family, decides to flee my companionship, a mere fiveteen minutes after we met"he placed his hand over his heart in a very dramatic way and tilted his head slightly back. Oh how Dali could be the drama queen when he wanted to be.
"please, do allow me to accompany you to the waterside" he said as he tilted his head back.
"you can introduce me to all your interesting friends sayida" Dali smiled as he followed her onto the beach. He looked around himself, trying to see if he found any familliar faces. He could swear he could see his brother in the distance. They would meet later,for now he was keen on meeting new people

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Location: Tea Party
Time: Sola 23
Mentions: @SilverPaw Wulfric Danrose
Shoes
Hair
Neckless
Gown
Parasol

Violet's ears perked up as her name was mentioned. She looked in the direction of the voice and offered them a smile realizing it was Prince Wulfric.

“That initial report of your death…was a mistake,” he murmured.

She felt her lips press together as she bit back her tongue.

“ If only that was the truth Prince Wulfric… “

“Yes…A mistake indeed.” She offered him a forced smile, her lips pressed together to hide the secret that lay behind them.

“ I hope you and your family are well, I appreciate your family for hosting such a lovely event. It is a nice escape from all the day-to-day…." Violet had a lot of practice in the art of small talk. Although her mind and body wanted to scream what happened to her to the world all she could picture in her mind was a mob with pitchforks and torches chasing her down.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Location: Tea Party
Time: Sola 23
Shoes
Hair
Neckless
Gown
Parasol

Violet's carriage arrived, pulling up to the gardens as an attendant came over and opened her door. She still struggled to see, her eyes only showing the shapes and shadows of the figures and things around her. Reaching towards was she assumed was the door she reached for a hand as the attendant helped her out of the carriage.

The sun hit her pale skin for a moment, causing it to turn red in color as she quickly pulled out her parasol again. Biting back a sting she pretended to flush out of the gown as the red faded back into her pale skin.

She smiled at the attendant “ Could I bother you for an escort, I am hard of seeing.” Her red eyes glowing under the shadow of her parasol as she looked in the direction of the man. “Certainly Lady Damian” he walked over and wrapped his arm around hers, escorting her towards the event.

They fell behind Mina and Sebastian as a sudden unease fell over her. She steadied herself from the slight loss of balance. Looking around all she could see were a few figures appearing to be a man and a line of a few guests. The unease grew stronger as she felt the nerves build in her stomach.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Violet Damien & Lily Damien

Time, relentless in its march, continued its ceaseless advance while Violet, paralyzed by her own turmoil, remained ensnared by her mind. In the middle of the night, Violet had drawn the curtains tightly, finding solace in the illusion of confinement—a self-imposed cage, shielding her from the world or, perhaps, protecting the world from her.

The room exuded darkness, suffocating any traces of light that dared to enter. Thick drapes, heavy and impenetrable, clung to the windows, sealing within the monstrous presence lurking behind them.

As the sun rose, heralding the arrival of a new day, it cast rays that struggled to breach the inside of her prison. It was the first day of Violet's new existence, a day drenched in disappointment and dred. She had spent the entire night, lost in a disoriented haze, fixated on the haunting glow of the moon, drifting in and out of a nightmarish dream.

Through the veil of fabric, faint streaks of sunlight filtered into the room, painting the floor with a veneer of golden warmth that resembled liquid gold. The air hung heavy with silence, her sole companion amidst the echoing ticks of a clock. A relentless reminder of the night's emotions strewn across the floor of her bedroom.

Vampire…

A word laden with connotations of damnation, of being a demon or a monstrous abomination, as callously bestowed upon her by one of those men.

Books often chronicled the existence of such creatures, their titles resonating with vile horror, an apt description of her own story. And the world in all of its own twisted faults and issues would paint her the same way. She truly belonged in a cage or, better yet, dead—an eternal exile from the lives she threatened to ruin.

The taste of the man's blood lingered, stubbornly staining her mouth. She had rinsed it away, employing water and salt in vain attempts to purge the sweet nectar of life. Yet, it persisted, an insidious presence, clinging to the tip of her tongue like the memory of honey. She yearned for more of that intoxicating warmth, her mind succumbing to a false ecstasy, drawing her back to the moment of her first bite. But she pulled herself out abruptly, wrenching herself from the allure of the past, her body leaning forward in the chair, hands resting on her knees, while disgust cascaded down her spine.

Was this all she would be able to think about

Her legs propelled her forward, a slow and deliberate movement, carrying her towards the drapes. She extended her hand, fingers entwined around the coarse fabric, clutching it with desperate intensity. And then, with an eruption of determination, she flung them open, exposing herself to the cruel light of morning, as if anticipating her annihilation—her transformation into a pile of ash. However, the tales of vampires had deceived her. Violet's eyes fluttered, grappling with the assault of brightness, gradually adjusting to the bright lights. A faint tingling sensation grazing her skin as her hands relinquished their death grip, slumping lifelessly by her side.

Bathed in the morning light, her eyes, once a haunting shade of crimson, blazed like rubies, a stark contrast to her complexion. The sun's light was agonizing, a relentless torment that seared her flesh, turning it a furious shade of red, as if her very being was set ablaze. She stood there, subjected to the torment, allowing the pain to consume her, disappointment welling up inside.

She was alive.

The books she had so diligently absorbed had deceived her—she should have disintegrated, consumed by the light, reducing her to nothingness. But she remained...unfortunately. Tears welled in Violet's eyes, an embodiment of her anguish, while her strength wavered, causing her knees to buckle.

Violet released a cry, a sound that would only be heard as a whisper. Her voice cracked as the pain began to be too much.

Slowly, she closed the drapes, struggling against the relentless burn that had taken hold of her skin. As the sun receded, vanishing once more behind the veil of fabric, her flesh cooled, and the pain subsided with unexpected rapidity. A sigh of relief escaped her trembling lips, and she leaned forward, seeking solace, only to discover that her skin, once sunburnt, reverted to its pale tone, a cruel reminder of her situation.

Collapsing back into the plush chair, her body folding upon itself, Violet's mind spiraled, a whirlwind of tormented thoughts, while silent tears traced their path down her cheeks.

Lily had knocked before entering the darkened bedroom, the door slightly creaking in the silence. The room was heavy as she had stood in the doorway, the ticking of the clock filling the room as she came upon the view of her daughter slumped in the plush chair. Lily’s expression softened and she stared sadly at Violet, her eyes taking in the turmoil on her face. She held a tray with a large mug in it.

Tears had streamed down Violet’s face. Lily usually would have been wiping them and hugging her daughter in a heartbeat, but this was a different girl. “... Violet, dear. Would you like to talk? … Can I… Can I help? “

Violet stared forward blankly unresponsive. She didn’t need to look at the shadowed figure to know that it was her mother. One of the last people she wanted to see. She could feel the blood boiling as her fingernails gripped deeper into the fabric of the chair.

Violet’s body shook slightly with rage, she didn’t acknowledge her except for a few choice words. “Get..out.” Her voice was dark and cold, the words hitting each syllable to ensure any confusion.

Lily stared at the floor silently for a long moment before stating, “I understand Violet... I am leaving you some ham and a mug of something you may want… It’s not from a human. “ She set the tray down on a table near the front of the room.

Just as she was about to close it, she paused, her hand lingering on the doorknob. "Also, I wanted to let you know that you are not alone in this. With time, you will experience physical improvement as your body recovers. The darkness that surrounds you now will fade away, and you will emerge into a brighter, more hopeful tomorrow. I know you’re hurt and upset right now, but I promise things will get better.” She presented her with a smile full of warmth and love, before stepping back into the hallway.

Violets fingers broke through the fabric in her annoying and condescending tone as she left the scraps a dog would eat in front of her. The smell of the putrid blood flid her nose as it sends her into a furry. As her mother was about to step into the hallway, Violet grabbed the glass on blood. She rose quickly to her feet throwing it across the room as the blood splattered against her door, splashing onto her mother's clothing as she shouted. “ Things will NOT get better! You have cursed me for your OWN SELFISH REASONS! You brought me back just to kill me slowly.”

Lilianne stared at Violet and for a moment there was a gleam of something unreadable in her blue eyes. “It will be okay dear… I will break the curse on you. This was just the best I could do for now.” With that, she left Violet alone and stormed down the hallway, a cold and determined look adorning her face.

I brought her back for you, Calbert. I accepted she may hate me if she found out the truth, though I had hoped it could be some time before she had… But I cannot take this abuse from her. I must do something to change this too.

Violet let out a deep growl of frustration, pacing back and forth before she walked over to the door, grabbing her cape that laid across her bed along the way. She wrapped it around her shoulders and in a fury stormed out of her room.

Marching down the hall and to the main entrance she reached for a rather large parasol that was made from a dark lace. Removing it from the holster she stepped outside getting shelter from the lace parasol as it created an interesting pattern of shadow over her skin.

If the world wanted a monster, she would give them one…

Violet's sharp canine made a short appearance as she flashed a smile to the carriage drive before stepping inside.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Location: Damian Manor
Time: Sola 23 - Morning

Time, relentless in its march, continued its ceaseless advance while Violet, paralyzed by her own turmoil, remained ensnared by her mind. She had kept herself hidden and away in her room. At some point, Violet had drawn the curtains tightly, finding solace in the illusion of confinement—a self-imposed cage, shielding her from the world or, perhaps, protecting the world from her.

The room exuded darkness, suffocating any traces of light that dared to enter. Thick drapes, heavy and impenetrable, clung to the windows, sealing within the monstrous presence lurking behind them.

As the sun rose, heralding the arrival of a new day, it cast rays that struggled to breach the inside of her prison. She had spent the entire time, lost in a disoriented haze, fixated on the haunting glow of the moon, drifting in and out of a nightmarish dream.

Through the veil of fabric, faint streaks of sunlight filtered into the room, painting the floor with a veneer of golden warmth that resembled liquid gold. The air hung heavy with silence, her sole companion amidst the echoing ticks of a clock. A relentless reminder of the night's emotions strewn across the floor of her bedroom.

Vampire…

A word laden with connotations of damnation, of being a demon or a monstrous abomination, as callously bestowed upon her by one of those men.

Books often chronicled the existence of such creatures, their titles resonating with vile horror, an apt description of her own story. And the world in all of its own twisted faults and issues would paint her the same way. She truly belonged in a cage or, better yet, dead—an eternal exile from the lives she threatened to ruin.

The taste of the man's blood lingered, stubbornly staining her mouth. She had rinsed it away, employing water and salt in vain attempts to purge the sweet nectar of life. Yet, it persisted an insidious presence, clinging to the tip of her tongue like the memory of honey. She yearned for more of that intoxicating warmth, her mind succumbing to a false ecstasy, drawing her back to the moment of her first bite. But she pulled herself out abruptly, wrenching herself from the allure of the past, her body leaning forward in the chair, hands resting on her knees, while disgust cascaded down her spine.

Was this all she would be able to think about

Her legs propelled her forward, a slow and deliberate movement, carrying her towards the drapes. She extended her hand, fingers entwined around the coarse fabric, clutching it with desperate intensity. And then, with an eruption of determination, she flung them open, exposing herself to the cruel light of morning, as if anticipating her annihilation—her transformation into a pile of ash. However, the tales of vampires had deceived her. Violet's eyes fluttered, grappling with the assault of brightness, gradually adjusting to the bright lights. A faint tingling sensation grazed her skin as her hands relinquished their death grip, slumping lifelessly by her side.

Bathed in the morning light, her eyes, once a haunting shade of crimson, blazed like rubies, a stark contrast to her complexion. The sun's light was agonizing, a relentless torment that seared her flesh, turning it a furious shade of red, as if her very being was set ablaze. She stood there, subjected to the torment, allowing the pain to consume her, disappointment welling up inside.

She was alive.

The books she had so diligently absorbed had deceived her—she should have disintegrated, consumed by the light, reducing her to nothingness. But she remained...unfortunately. Tears welled in Violet's eyes, an embodiment of her anguish, while her strength wavered, causing her knees to buckle.

Violet released a cry, a sound that would only be heard as a whisper. Her voice cracked as the pain began to be too much.

Slowly, she closed the drapes, struggling against the relentless burn that had taken hold of her skin. As the sun receded, vanishing once more behind the veil of fabric, her flesh cooled, and the pain subsided with unexpected rapidity. A sigh of relief escaped her trembling lips, and she leaned forward, seeking solace, only to discover that her skin, once sunburnt, reverted to its pale tone, a cruel reminder of her situation.

Collapsing back into the plush chair, her body folding upon itself, Violet's mind spiraled, a whirlwind of tormented thoughts, while silent tears traced their path down her cheeks.

Avalia

Bitch be crazy

Sirena, Last name unknown ⋆Age unknown ⋆ Female ⋆ Winter fairy / Dark Fariy

Appearance

Height:

5’3

Build:

Slim and frail

Hair Color:

White like snow

Hair Length

Extra long, goes down to the bottom of her back

Eye Color:

Ice blue

Skin Tone:

Pale

Distinguishing features:

Her white hair and blue eyes were a mutation from the torture she received. She originally had dark black hair and vibrant hazel eyes. A lightly faded scar goes across her left eye

Psychology

Likes:

⋆Bugs
⋆Warmth/sun/heat
⋆Nature
⋆Big open spaces

Fears:

⋆Water/Swimming/Submerging in liquids
⋆Cold/Winter
⋆Nighttime/darkness

Habits/Quirks

⋆Talks to ghosts
⋆Can see spirits/ghosts
⋆Tends to daydream alot
⋆Can turn useless junk into useful items

Sexuality:

Straight

Personality:

Due to her traumatic past and the haunting presence of ghosts, Sirena's treatment of people around her is marked by a deep-seated fear and apprehension. The torment she endured as a child has left her emotionally scarred, making it difficult for her to trust others and form meaningful connections. Sirena's interactions with people are often guarded and distant, as she struggles with the constant fear of being hurt or betrayed. The darkness, a reminder of her past horrors, intensifies her anxiety, causing her to withdraw further. Despite her fear, there remains a flicker of empathy within Sirena's heart, as she recognizes the pain and suffering in others, mirroring her own torment. However, the ghosts that accompany her serve as a constant reminder of the dangers lurking in the shadows, reinforcing her hesitance to fully embrace those around her.

Her encounters with people often trigger a heightened sense of fear and unease, causing her to instinctively withdraw and remain guarded. In situations where she feels threatened or unsafe, Sirena's natural survival instincts kick in, allowing her to become adept at tracking individuals and blending into her surroundings, effectively hiding in plain sight. While she is not inherently a fighter, her experiences have taught her to be resourceful and to defend herself when necessary. On rare occasions, she may reluctantly wield a dagger, relying on her agility and quick thinking to protect herself. Nevertheless, her aversion to violence remains, as she understands the pain it inflicts all too well. Sirena's reactions are often driven by a desire to evade danger, and find solace in solitude.

Sirena's mind is a complex labyrinth of shattered memories, lingering trauma, and the constant presence of spectral whispers. Her thoughts are often clouded by the haunting echoes of her past, causing her to experience bouts of anxiety, paranoia, and a perpetual sense of unease. Her interactions with the living world are tinged with apprehension, as she carries the weight of her past torment, making it challenging for her to trust or form deep connections. Sirena's thinking is marked by a heightened awareness of her surroundings, always on guard for potential threats. While her mind may be plagued by darkness, there exists a glimmer of resilience and a flicker of empathy, reminding her of her own vulnerability and the pain she endured. Sirena's thoughts often oscillate between a longing for a sense of purpose and family and a constant battle against the haunting demons that reside within her own psyche.

Background

Occupation

Sirena scours the darkest and most forgotten corners of the world, unearthing hidden treasures and peculiar objects. Sirena's unique abilities and resourcefulness allow her to transform seemingly worthless items into useful tools or curiosities, catering to the desires of those who seek them. Despite her own inner turmoil, Sirena's expertise in procuring and repurposing these rare finds grants her a simple living.

Living Immediate Family Members:

Unknown

Dead Immediate Family Members:

Unknown

Current Companions:

Vander [@oso]

Current and Past Lover(s):

None

Current Equipment(Any weapons etc):
A handmade bow and arrows inside of a quiver
A small dagger.
Her traveling purse is an enchanted bag that holds all her items in a small little pouch she keeps on her waist.
A satchel of herbs
A satchel of little rocks/metal scraps/twine
(will fill out later)


History(2 paragraph minimum):
Sirena was once a winter fairy who was vibrant, energetic, and full of life. She loved magic and was eager to grow up into a beautiful fairy. She had loving parents and a warm home, she was safe and protected.

However, Sirena was snatched when she was a child by the minions of Zalthraxis. While in Zalthraxis's clutches, Sirena became a victim of relentless torture. His minions subjected her to unspeakable horrors, their sadistic actions leaving indelible scars upon her body, mind, and soul. The pain and suffering were so intense that her once vibrant hair turned stark white, and her once expressive eyes transformed into an icy blue hue, mirroring the coldness that had been forced upon her.

As the torment wore on, Sirena's fragile mind crumbled under the weight of her anguish. The incessant abuse caused her to spiral into a state of madness, disconnecting her from reality.

In her fractured state, she found herself able to see and communicate with the tormented spirits that were trapped between worlds. Ghostly apparitions and anguished souls became a constant presence, their haunting whispers and sorrowful cries forever echoing in her ears.
Yet, Sirena's life was a tragic symphony of sorrow. The ghosts that plagued her every step, their presence an inescapable reminder of her tortured past, continued to haunt her relentlessly. They whispered tales of lost loves, broken dreams, and unfulfilled desires, their spectral presence serving as a constant torment, driving her further into the depths of her own madness.

Life after the torture Sirena was left broken and lost, forced to navigate a world that felt alien and cruel. The scars of her past torments left her incapable of trusting others, and she found solace in the shadows, living on the streets and scraping by in the most meager of ways.

In her desperate struggle to survive, Sirena discovered an unlikely talent for scavenging and unearthing forgotten treasures from the darkest corners of the world. She ventured into abandoned ruins, cursed forests, and desolate catacombs, scouring these forsaken places in search of trinkets and artifacts. She became a wandering merchant, selling these eerie finds to those who dared seek her out, often attracting those who were drawn to the mysteries of the occult.

During her travels as a traveling merchant, she ended up befriending a very unlikely individual. Having been attacked on many occasions Sirena ends up hiring a Light elf by the name of Vander to protect her. Using his talents Sirena was able to start traveling again, along with her new hire and companion.

Combat and Magic Stat Creation

The below questions will ask you to name the number of years of experience with certain stats and to describe your athletic behavior. The GMs will present your character’s stats based on the information you provide below. Please try to keep this realistic. We will call you out if it sounds implausible. We may reach out to you for additional questions if need be.

Fitness Level:
⋆
What are your character’s physical strengths?
⋆Weak
⋆Quick on her feet
⋆Can contort her body

What are your character’s physical weaknesses?
⋆Darkness
⋆Winter/Frost Magic
⋆Physical combat

Years of Experience:
Weapon(s):
⋆
Hand-to-Hand Combat: 1 year - She only ever uses hand-to-hand if its a life or death situation

Magic: Years of Experience
⋆ Zoolingualism:
25 Years
⋆ Necrosis:
32 years
⋆ Erebokinesis:
10 years
⋆ Cryokinesis:
10 years
Best Abilities:

Necrosis, however, is afraid of her own magic. She has strong abilities to perform Necrosis because of the sheer amount of torture she endured. So although the magic is strong, out of fear she doesn't use it unless she felt there was no choice or a situational reason happened.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Location: Damian Manor
Time: 7pm

Violet's room was tucked away in the farthest corner of the sprawling manor, secluded from the opulent events and parties her parents often hosted. It was her sanctuary, a space where she could retreat and find solace from the chaos outside.

As Violet entered her bedroom, the heaviness of her emotions overwhelmed her like never before. With a forceful slam, she shut the door behind her, causing a picture frame to tremble and crash onto the cold carpeted floor, shards of glass scattering in all directions. The air in the room grew thick with an unsettling mix of anger, confusion, and betrayal.

For the first time since her return, Violet finally allowed herself to release the pent-up emotions that had been festering within her chest. Pacing back and forth, her footsteps echoing through the room, desperately trying to make sense of the unimaginable information she had just told. Her heart raced within her chest, pounding relentlessly, as her fingers involuntarily clenched into tight fists, trembling with the weight of her anguish.

Violets trembling hand instinctively moved to her face, her fingertips tracing the jagged scar that now marked her, a cruel reminder of the irreversible transformation she had been subjected to. With trembling fingers, she cautiously brushed her lips, the tips of her fingers moving over her teeth, feeling the sharpness of her elongated canines.

Turning her gaze to the veiled mirror, Violet tore away the fabric obscuring her reflection, desperate to see herself, to comprehend the reality that had befallen her. Yet, her eyes struggled to make sense of the blurred figure staring back at her, shrouded in shadows.

A cry of pain escaped her lips, the raw anguish echoing within the room.

In her anguish, Violet's emotions turned into a destructive force. With a sweep of her arm, she knocked over her vanity, sending bottles, makeup, and precious jewelry rocketing to the floor. The room resounded with the display of shattering glass and crashing objects, a symphony of her internal despair.

Sinking to her knees, Violet's body trembled uncontrollably. She sought solace in the support of her vanity, her tears flowing ceaselessly, carving wet trails down her anguished face. Painful cries continued to escape her lips, muffled by her quivering hands as she curled into a fetal position, clutching herself tightly. With every sob, her body shook, and the carpet beneath her absorbed the salty tears, creating a small pool of grief.

Violet allowed herself to be consumed by grief, her body convulsing with each wave of sorrow that crashed upon her. The weight of her newfound existence bore down on her, she had never felt so alone.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: 7pm
Location: Guest house
Mention:Farim/Drake - @LavaAlckon
Appearance:Dress, Hair style but red,

Ariella sat at the table with her hands on her lap. She had picked at her meal through the night just keeping to herself as everything transpired. Mayet throwing the knife certainly sealed the evening for her.

Ariella had seen and heard quite a lot this evening that she wasn’t sure she was able to socialize more. It was like she was watching a circus, yet she was also inside the large iron bars. She could never understand the actions that many of them took this evening, all for their titles or honor. She felt so out of place, even now. A room full of people yet she sat there to herself, unable to feel any sort of connection.

She was however rather impressed by Farim. In the short time they had known each other he had expressed his interest in becoming the next Sultan and the way he held himself this evening she could see that being a proper fit and it seems like she wasn’t the only one to feel that way. She watched him leave and continue his conversating and socializing while she sat there alone.

She didn’t fault anyone, it really was her own undoing. Ari always had a hard time finding common ground with people, the only one she was actually able to hold a conversation with was Callum. She was missing the time she had spent in the garden with him. It was really nice to actually share a conversation about her own interests then pretending to be someone she wasn’t. She envied Callum for the fact that he was able to stop caring about what people thought and just acted out on his own accord. She hadn’t quite gotten to that point yet.

Ariella stood up out of her chair and began to gather her belongings. Everyone was so busy she tried to slip out without being noticed.

Farim had been rather absorbed in the night's events, having now taken care of Thara and answered an interesting array of questions from Lady Charlotte. He had initially begun to head off to Sultan’s chambers to answer the summon, yet as he walked down the hall, a realization hit him. Ariella! I completely wandered off without seeing her first. I hope she is doing well

He turned a corner and began to quickly walk towards the dining room. As he made his entrance he noticed Ariella beginning to head out. He slowed his pace and came up behind her, not trying to sneak but not trying to announce his presence either. He stepped to her side and finally spoke to her as he would lean forward to show his smiling face.

”Ariella! I hope you were not too displeased by tonight's dinner. And apologies for disappearing for a moment. Thara needed to be placed on her perch. What is it that you plan to do with the rest of your night?”

Ariella was startled by Farim as she looked over to see him just behind her. “ Oh, Farim. Well, it was longer than a moment, but it's quite alright. The future Sultan would have his hands rather busy at an event like tonight.” She kept her voice low so no one would overhear their inside joke.

She stood straighter and offered him a friendly smile ” Displeased isn’t the word I’d use. Slightly entertained and Overwhelmed.” She shifted around uncomfortably ” I was actually just about to step outside for some air, would you care to join me? I understand if you are busy”

First, his expression was one of embarrassment, which quickly morphed into a slight panic as he would put a finger to his lips. ”Not so louuud…” He doubted anyone heard, but he was not willing to gamble any of his family caught wind of such a joke, even if it did put him on airs ever so slightly.

She extended her offer, which he nodded happily, offering his hand to her as he moved to pull her chair for her. ” It would my pleasure, fair Ariella.” He followed this with another trademark Farim wink. ”I feel some fresh air is a smart idea. I understand I was running around for a mo- well longer than a moment. But I am here and you have my undivided attention.”

Ariella smiled and lead the way out through the guest room doors. Making their way through the main room and out the large front doors. The evening air tickled her nose as she pulled her shawl over her shoulders tightly, covering her bare arms from the wind. “ Ah..That is better. Nothing better than an evening breeze. I think it has to be one of my favorite things.”

She took in a deep breath before letting it out slowly. “ It is quite alright, I wasn't saying anything against your social adventures this evening. I came under the impression that it would be rude and perhaps even a bit sad if you were to attend this evening alone as Anastasia had canceled on you. “ she shrugged letting out a soft laugh “ I suppose a future sultan would have no problem finding his way to an event alone” her eyes softened “ you held yourself very well, I think you should be proud of yourself. I hope that's not too strange for me to say.”

It seems his actions had been favorable with more people than he thought. He was reassured that perhaps his vocabulary, while harsh and cold, may have been what was needed to diffuse things. He would likely have picked different words should such an event occur again, but one rarely has the chance to think such things in the heat of the moment.

”You are quite kind, Ariella. I thank you for that.” The breeze hit his body as well, prompting some goosebumps to form on his arms and back, hidden by layers of silk. He took note of that for now and continued reflecting on what she had said. ”Well if I could have just anyone I would still much prefer to have someone like you in my company, Ariella. You are quite different from the riff raff, in a good way mind you.”

He took another look at the lady next to him covering her bare skin. ”I could likely shed a layer or two if you would like some more warmth. Perhaps I could even run back and grab you something?” He then offered her his arm. ”Or perhaps we can simply huddle for warmth? If that isn’t too cheeky for your liking?” He flashed a smile in her direction that was soft and inviting, or at least it aimed to be.

Ariella laughed nervously as she took his arm, she huddled next too him and pressed against his shoulder. “ Careful, or I may start calling you Munir” she teased as she remembered the graze on her back as he had joined the table earlier.

Farim used his free hand to rub the back of his head in slight bashfulness. ”Well, I hardly find myself on Munir’s level, but I just like to make sure those who deserve compliments receive them. You are a special one, Ariella. Don’t let others fool you.” His hand reached over hers to keep it warm. They walked together down the road and he took the moment to breathe in that cool night air, his body brushing up to hers to savor the body between them.

Ariella smiled lightly as she continued walking with Farim. It was a surprising friendship, to say the least. Ana certainly had her way with charming people, but it worked out nicely for her since she got to spend some time with a rather interesting person. “ I appreciate the kind words Farim. I will have to take your word for it. I don't believe I’ve done anything to deserve such sentiments but I shouldn’t refuse them, coming from a future sultan “ she offered him a warm smile and a gentle nudge to the ribs. “ Although this evening was not something either of us expected, it was a nice surprise. I would have much rather continued the evening at the bar then that dinner but I suppose that is just how it is sometimes.”

Farim enjoyed this little moment. In his brief time in Caessonia he seemed to be making quite a few friends, which he was rather grateful for. Her nudge to his ribs made him look at her with a cocky grin. ”You are certainly right. This has been a day of many turns and twists. If not for the bar fiasco you would not have seen your Prince Charming no?” He joked with her, giving her a slight nudge with his arm locked with hers. ”I am glad to have met you, and I do hope you find yourself someone like that, if not in Prince Callum.” The cold weather made him shiver ever so slightly, but the warmth between them managed to stave off most of the shudders and chills.

She let out a soft chuckle “ Prince charming…Do you mean Callum? That was a very nice afternoon, he doesn’t toss around much of the Charm as you make think. He is just himself, easy to talk to, or at least I think so... but I don't think he’s interested in me that wa-"

Ariella was interrupted by the sounds of horse hooves hitting the pavement as a carriage began hurrying its way down the road.

The carriage came to a sudden halt as a loud voice called from inside the cabin. ”HALT GOOD SIR!” The driver pulled the carriage around and the door popped open. At first, Farim tensed up and took a step forward, eyes glaring at the darkened inside of the carriage.

Ariella stepped behind Farim as the carriage pulled up, feeling her heart racing at the unexpected visitor.

That is when a reassuring, calmer voice rang out. ”Now now, this is not what you think. Ari, dear, you are requested at home. I am sorry to your…friend? But there is an urgent family meeting.” He stepped out of the carriage, brushing his pant legs off before taking a moment to address Farim. ”Good evening, Shehzade whose name I regretfully do not know. I am Sir Drake Edwards, this fine young lady’s brother. So I apologize for the sudden departure but as I said there has been an urgent family assembly called.” He looked at Ariella with a serious expression.

Ari looked at the carriage as a familiar voice came out, stepping out of the carriage was her brother. She felt the daggers of his eyes piercing into her as she continued to stand behind Farim. “If it's about the mud, I told mother that I fell while getting into the carriage home. It wasn’t a big deal Drake, it's all fine now..” Ariella said her voice holding a tinge of concern behind her words.

His words turned from serious into concern as he closed the distance between them, leaving a few paces between the pair in front of him. ”I’m not saying you did anything wrong. But our parents demand us all to sit down and talk. Mother is….well mother. And even Father is concerned.” He paused for a moment, his eyes looking at Farim before coughing nervously. Farim would only meet the man's gaze with a raised brow. He thought of saying something but this seemed to be a private matter so he held his tongue for the moment. ”I really think we should at least talk about this on the ride home, because they won’t accept no for an answer, Ari.”

Ari let out a long sigh, standing behind Farim her head lowered. She leaned against his back for a moment. Her head pressed into the small of his back. She took a deep breath and pulled back, walking around Farim she gently held onto his arm and looked up at him with a smile.
“ Thank you for the nice walk, We will catch up more another evening.” There was a look of disappointment and fear in her eyes as she turned to look at Drake. “ Yes, we can talk on the way there. Let's go.” Ariella let go of Farims arm before stepping into the carriage.

Farim would reach his arm around as she walked in front of him, their arms still clinging for just a moment. He gave her a gentle hug to soothe her seemingly rattled nerves. ”Get home safe, and do not let your parents give you too much trouble. It was wonderful seeing you Ariella and I hope to talk to you more in the coming days.” With that he felt her grip leave his arm and she walked into the carriage. Drake looked at the Shehzade and held out his hand, his expression still somewhat somber yet firm as they locked eyes.

”Thank you for watching over her. I will do the same henceforth. You have my word. I bid you a good night.” Farim met the man’s hand with a quick handshake, and the two turned and began walking opposite ways, one into the carriage and the other back to the guest house. Farim couldn’t help but worry for Ariella. He knew being reprimanded by your parents, especially ones that sounded as overbearing as hers, would be an intense headache and could lead to trouble. ”Better keep your word, Sir Edwards…” He whispered to himself as he continued down the stone road.