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Avalia

【Ｔｉｍｅ】 Morning
【Ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ】 North Pass
【Ｉｎｔｅｒａｃｔｉｏｎｓ】 @FunnyGuy Eros
【Ｅｑｕｉｐｍｅｎｔ】 Magic infused collar | Simple bow | Coin pouch | Various herbal satchels | Simple bone dagger

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Struggling against the treads of the rope again, Cyrene grunted with frustration as she started to realize the familiarity of her situation. The man’s lack of personal space was evident as he pinched her cheek. The natural fire in her belly made her body shake with fury as she felt the sting.

Her body continued to buzz with frustration at her situation as the man seemed to be distracted from talking to his pet. Cyrene’s attention dropped down to her body as she wiggled some more unwilling to give up again as the panic in her chest continued to swell.

However, Cyrene froze as she heard him piece together the old children’s rhyme. Enjoy the mermaids while the sun is bright… Beware the sirens glow at night. She knew the mocking tale all too well. Before she could say anything she felt a sharp pain on her head as the world around her simply faded to black.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Evening
Location: Dressing room - Edwards estate
Mention: @Lava Alckon Drake
Interactions: None
Appearance:Dress

The morning had unfolded with a whirlwind of events, and Ariella's experience was nothing short of tumultuous. Despite her fondness for the beach, the persistent sand managed to infiltrate every nook and cranny of her elegant dress, transforming the dressing room's floor into a makeshift shore.

Ariella's mother, however, seemed impervious to the sandy intrusion, preoccupied with scolding the lady's maids, barely acknowledging her daughter's discomfort. This chaotic routine involved a flurry of hair tugging, poking, and prodding, all while adorned with new and opulent makeup. Ariella endured the ordeal like an unyielding statue, arms extended in every direction as she was tugged and adjusted.

As time passed, Ariella's mind transported itself to a place of serenity, mentally retreating to the observation tower where she had shared an evening with her friend.
But as the minutes dragged on, the pain in Ariella's feet intensified, a reminder of just how long she had been standing. It wasn’t long after that the room cleared, and Ariella's arms slumped to her sides as she approached the dressing mirror. Her mother had indeed outdone herself this time, and not in a good way.

...It was horrible

The garish gown sprawled before her was a profusion of pink, littered with excessive ruffles and bows. Its hoop skirt could accommodate an entire family if she so desired. A sense of repulsion twisted Ariella's face as her gaze settled on the absurd puffed sleeves that swallowed her shoulders. This was supposed to be a masquerade ball, yet she felt more like a character from a circus act.

Anxiety seized her as she tugged on her sleeves, struggling to loosen the constricting corset that gripped her chest, her breaths quickening. She felt trapped, her hand resting on her belly in a futile attempt to calm her racing heartbeat. As panic continued to swell, Ariella dashed towards the door, her gown snagging in the frame as she desperately tried to free herself. With an almost superhuman effort, she managed to break free and wobbled towards Drake's room, intent on seeking refuge.

Inside her brother's room, Ariella finally found a sanctuary. Grateful that her brother had already left, she tore into the oppressive fabric with unbridled fury. Her hands ripped off the offensive bows and ruffles, sending them flying in a whirlwind of panic that transformed Drake's room into a graveyard of discarded fabric.

With trembling hands, she fumbled for the corset's laces, frantically undoing them. As the corset loosened and air flowed back into her lungs, Ariella's chest heaved with relieved breaths. Finally freeing herself of the abhorrent gown, she huddled within the hoop of her skirt, clad only in the dress's slip. The room seemed to close in around her as the enormous dome of fabric encased her.

"I can’t do this anymore…" she whispered, her voice a fragile plea of hurt.

Outside the door, Sebastian's keen ear caught the rustling sounds emanating from Drake's room, but Ariella's soft voice on the other side was unexpected. Lady Edwards had rarely ventured into her brother's room without an invitation, not since she was a child. Hearing Ariella's distress, he decided it was prudent to inform Drake of his discovery.

Avalia

【Ｔｉｍｅ】 Morning
【Ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ】 North Pass
【Ｉｎｔｅｒａｃｔｉｏｎｓ】 None
【Ｅｑｕｉｐｍｅｎｔ】 Magic infused collar | Simple bow | Coin pouch | Various herbal satchels | Simple bone dagger

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A surge of sheer panic coursed through her, manifesting as a frenzied, desperate struggle. Her body contorted and writhed with unrestrained aggression, a symphony of motion aimed at breaking free from the constricting web of fiber that ensnared her, imprisoning every inch of her body and her tail. Each furious thrash drained her already depleted strength, like a dwindling candle in a dark room.

In the chaos of the moment, her mind became a battleground, a ball of anxiety and fear as she battled the haunting ghosts of her past. The words echoed in her thoughts like a whispered promise, "Don't give up… you won't be a slave again."

Just as she teetered on the brink of surrender to the relentless grip of the net, a sudden, forceful tug sent shockwaves of fear through her, wide eyes straining to fathom what lay beyond her tangled prison. Desperation clawed at her as she sought to propel herself free, but the tenacious webbing only seemed to tighten, each tug dragging her further into the web's suffocating embrace. Her body was yanked and pulled until it finally collided with the shoreline, her head breaking the water's surface.

Drawing in a deep, gasping breath of precious air, she surveyed her surroundings, seeking to make sense of the situation. As Cyrene's entire form emerged from the water, she summoned her final vestiges of strength for one last, futile wriggle against the unyielding snare. Her resplendent tail lay entangled in the mesh of the fishing net, while her arms were pinned against her chest within the constricting cocoon of fishing line.

Amidst the disorienting situation of her capture, the man's voice cut through the chaos, labeling her as the "fish lady." Struggling to catch a glimpse of her captor and his loyal companion, she strained to hear his words, knowing the tales that often accompanied her kind.
Fear seized her heart. If he pieced together her true nature, her runes would be exposed, and this net would be the least of her worries.

Summoning courage, she spoke, her voice gentle and friendly, a tentative attempt to unravel the identity and intentions of this man who now held her fate in his hands. "You do not wish to dine on me, sir, I assure you," she began. "Please, release me from this, and I shall swiftly depart. I'm even prepared to compensate you for the inconvenience of your damaged net." A hopeful smile graced her lips. "I can provide you with coin for your troubles if that would help persuade you." She clenched her jaw in anticipation.

Avalia

【Ｔｉｍｅ】 Morning
【Ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ】 North Pass
【Ｉｎｔｅｒａｃｔｉｏｎｓ】 None
【Ｅｑｕｉｐｍｅｎｔ】 Magic infused collar | Simple bow | Coin pouch | Various herbal satchels | Simple bone dagger

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A relentless snowstorm howled through the towering pine trees of the North Pass, creating a mesmerizing dance of swirling flakes in the frigid air. Nestled within the protective embrace of the dense tree line stood a quaint cabin, a rustic creation crafted from aged logs meticulously stacked to form a humble, yet inviting rectangular-shaped home. Gracefully adorning its front, a simple porch offered shelter from the relentless storm, where a handcrafted rocking chair swayed gently to and fro in defiance of the fierce, snowy winds. From the cabin's stout chimney, a plume of smoke rose into the snowstorm, the streams of smoke twisting and disappearing into the white abyss.

As the fire crackled merrily in the heart of Cyrene's Home, its warm, comforting sounds reverberated through the cozy interior, casting a welcoming aura that beckoned travelers to seek refuge within its walls. However, this home was so far in the wilderness very few ventured into its domain.

Inside her simple home, built by her very own hands, Cyrene rushed around finishing the remaining of her affairs. Having spent the early morning delivering the pelts, meats, and various items she had crafted to the locals in town it was finally time to get ready for her latest adventure.

For the last 10 years Cyrene had been living, but more so, hiding in the woods of the North Pass. Every few weeks Cyrene would venture into town with various goods that she had acquired. This week was particularly a hearty bounty which was welcomed as Cyrene had a long travel ahead of her. Cyrene had ridden a carriage into town towards the main market area, her wagon filled to the brim with dried and skinned pelts, tools, and sometimes furniture that she made. The harsh storm that had hit the North pass for about a week now caused the visibility to be terrible. However, Cyrene's eyes were sharper than most and thankfully didn’t cause any problems for her but the townspeople found themselves struggling for their basic needs. They were so grateful to receive her wagon of supplies that it was gone in nearly minutes barely having a chance to look back to see what was left.

She never asked for payment,much of the things she made or caught would go to waste or simply allowed her something to pass the time. Cyrene already felt indebted to the North Pass people for their hospitality in keeping her sheltered in their woods. Allowing her to keep in hiding away from…Him.

As the morning sun broke the horizon Cyrene knew it was time to go. She would only have so much new daylight to make it to the cliff edge near her home. She’d need to get there without anyone noticing. Thankfully with the storm, her location and the time of day it was unlikely anyone would notice. She knew that there were rumors circling about what Cyrene truly was, if anyone were to find out she would be in danger and the piece of jewelry around her neck would be the least of her concerns.

Cyrene grabbed her belongings and started to trek off towards the cliff edge. She had purposely built on the location due to the ease of location for her. The large cliff edge hung over the sea allowing an easy drop into the frigid cold waters. As Cyrene approached, she began stripping off one layer of her clothing after the other. The cold air stung her skin as she powered through the pain. Each article of clothing was carefully tossed in a small hutch she had built. It had a matching set on the other side of the island for when she would return.

Reaching the edge of the cliff, completely naked in the middle of a snow storm and without hesitation, she jumped off the edge. Her body curving down as her arms stretched out to the side moving to the front of her head for the perfect diving form. As the water swallowed her it caused her true form to be unveiled. As each part of her body hit the water, dark navy blue scales appeared. First, small groups of scales clustered over her arms then as her shoulders dipped in, scales appeared like pauldrens over her shoulders. As her torso hit the water, the scales appeared over her breasts trickling down her belly in a thin cluster until they branched out creating a large tail that continued to grow as her legs finally cleared the surface. Her tail was made of the same dark blue scales with large fins that broke off into thin deep purple pieces. They looked like thin pieces of fabric floating with ease in water. A large fin also ran down her butt towards where her thighs would be, matching the beauty of her tail.

Cyrene was a siren. Every so often she had to return to the water after being on the mainland for so long, if she failed to do so it could cause serious illness and soon death. Normally Cyrene would swim around the North Pass, cleaning up various things that fell in the ocean while enjoying her time, however, this time was slightly different. Cyrene planned on setting off towards Roshmi City. She enjoyed watching the boats coming in and out of the harbor, the sound of the bustling city, and the warm waters. The journey would be long and Cyrene would not arrive until sometime in the evening, just in time to catch the morning deliveries. Once night hit, the sign of the siren from her people would appear. Her tail would light up with shimmering scales luminescent in the dark waters. The runes along her tail were ancient symbols telling the story in a beautiful artistic design. Sadly, it was well-known sirens from different families held their siren mark in various fashions, and for Cyrene, it was all too visible at night. She couldn’t help but wonder if that was how her mother was found. She was too young to remember.

Slipping the thoughts from her mind, Cyrene swam through the cold and dark waters. Hours had gone by but it felt like minutes. She felt at peace in the water, it was like a recharge to her soul swimming through the depths. However, it brought back memories…bad ones. The collar around her neck floated around, crashing into her skin every so often with each move. It was a constant reminder of the castration of her voice. She missed singing. It was a release for her, an escape that she could never explain. Like breathing air, it was just a part of who she was. Then someone took it from her. Ripping away parts of her identity to claim for his own as if her body were a trophy. The thought angered her. She would never again be someone's property.

As her mind twisted with thoughts, she wasn’t paying attention. Suddenly she found herself entangled in strings of cotton as her tail whipped around her body reacted causing her to get even more twisted and tangled. It took her only a moment to realize, she was stuck in a fishing net…..

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Location: Damien Estate
Time: Sola 23 / Night
Shoulders
Mask
Dress

Masquerade.

A false show or pretense.

Party.

A social gathering of invited guests, typically involving eating, drinking, and entertainment.

The Damien Estate Masquerade Party. The grand event of the evening fit so perfectly for what was to come. What was meant to be a themed fun-filled gathering, was nothing more than a boost to a single man's ego and popularity. A game with a predetermined winner. His moves were already laid out, prepared with the thoroughness of a psychopath.

But did he consider the price? Did Violet's father think of the dangers of inviting falseness into his home. To gather, drink, eat, and be entertained amongst his that was so fragile underneath the surface of the visage they displayed. A visage that was purely just another pretty mask of his masquerade party.

Inside her moonlit chamber, an air of sadness enshrouded Violet, like a spectral veil woven from strands of her pain. A black lace string wound intricately around the back of her head, her hair pulled back tightly away from her face and shoulders in a beautiful braid that twisted into a bun. A mask hand crafted from the plumage of raven feathers adorned her face. Her crimson eyes shinning from behind the mask.

Her attire whispered of dark beauty, a testament to her father's ostentatious intentions. A gown of onyx silk clung to her form, its fabric cascading like liquid darkness, pooling at her feet. The grandeur of her collar was a profusion of feathers that sprang forth like wings, framing her features with an eerie elegance that bordered on the surreal. Although her father’s gift was wonderful, Violet couldn’t help but question the intention behind his actions.

Yet, behind this façade of extravagance and beauty lay a monster. Violet's heart thrummed with a dissonant truth. Her father's lavish indulgence may have cloaked her in finery, but it could not obscure the monster that festered beneath the surface. Unseen by the world, a hurricane of turmoil churned within her soul, a maelstrom of emotions that continued to build each hour that passed.

The frigid night air played upon her skin, a symphony of prickling sensations that whispered of the world beyond her cage. A subtle curve graced her lips, a peaceful feeling tugging at her heart as she yearned for the view from her balcony, where once she had been able to peer upon the beautiful night sky. Yet, this simple pleasure now eluded her, eclipsed by an insidious craving that gnawed at her core.

In the veiled night, Violet stood on her balcony bathing in the light of the moon. As the night enveloped her in its darkness, Violet reached into the pocket of her dress pulling out the letter she had received earlier in the day. Opening it up she held the letter against the balcony; the blurred scribbles of her friends’ writing was a much needed reminder that she wasn't alone. A quaint distraction that took her mind and senses elsewhere. Safety and caution could not reach her in this momentary bliss.

Who knew that Roman would be such the accomplice to her complacency this night? A sudden whistle of wind filled the air was like a signal of the perfect time to-

Violet felt a swift pressure wrap around her throat and head. Her body was being pulled back from the balcony's edge, away from the moonlight that lustered her alabaster complexion. Violet's trembling hands clutched at the arm coiled menacingly around her delicate neck. Her heart pounded like a wild drum, reminding her of the growing sense of dread within her.

In a desperate frenzy, Violet's nails, long and sharp as razors, tore into the arm that sought to claim her life. The tearing sound of fabric being savagely shredded echoed in her bedroom as her cries of help muffled from the pressure around her neck. But no matter how fiercely she clawed and scratched, the grip on her neck showed no signs of relenting. Deep cuts from her claws digging into the strangers arm as blood appear to drip onto her pale skin.

The air around her became suffocating, each empty breath a torturous reminder of the tightening grip that held her. She fought with every ounce of her waning strength, a primal instinct for survival warring against the person.

With each passing moment, the darkness seemed to grow around her. Violet's defiant struggle was now veering into a hopeless battle against whoever had her. Her consciousness wavered, her vision blurred even more, and the world around her began to twist and warp. And then there was darkness. Silence. Nothing more to feel. Bliss twisted.

As the darkness took her, Violet felt a sense of calm wash over her. Her body collapsed limp in the embrace of the stranger.

Finally…

Taken from her peace and in moments from her home, Violet faded into the abyss of night: her captor, a man wearing a black mask decorated with two golden horns of a ram.

The only sign left of the strange visitor was the crumpled up letter from Roman, laying in the middle of Violets bedroom floor with tiny droplets of blood decorating the once pristine paper.

Avalia

The Lost voice

"Cyrene" Kailani Damaris⋆ 80 ⋆ Female ⋆Demi-Human/Siren

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Appearance Height: 5’3 Build: Curvey and Athletic Hair Color: Deep brown with tones of red Hair Length Long, down to her waist. Eye Color: Green Skin Tone: Snow white Distinguishing features: Kailani has a scar over her eye, her body is riddled with various scars from her captive. When she is in her Mermaid form her tail is a deep black color with beautiful designs of the siren that at night glow like under a blacklight. Her scales cover her chest as well creating a natural cover for her breasts. Blending together in a seamless uniform design.

Psychology Likes: ⋆ Being in the water, being near water. She loves the ocean. ⋆ Night, watching the stars while basking on a beach ⋆ Truthful people ⋆ Nature ⋆ Confidence ⋆ Learning new things Dislikes: ⋆ The Malthemoor kingdom ⋆ Liars ⋆ Being confined or restrained, physically or mentally ⋆ Slavers Fears: ⋆ Falling in love ⋆ Not meeting her goals ⋆ Being Found / Caught ⋆ Dark elves Habits/Quirks ⋆ She is an expert in outdoor survival ⋆ She is happiest when she is in the woods, creating and building things from scratch. ⋆ Has a weak spot for people who are the underdog or misunderstood ⋆ Enjoys sketching/drawing/writing stories/writing poetry ⋆ She tends to fidget and become reclusive when scared or nervous. Sexuality: Heterosexual

Personality:

Cyrene is a lone wolf in many senses. She went into hiding spending the majority of her recent years in solidarity. The years have caused her to be distrustful and reclusive. Keeping to herself, Cyrene is often lost in her own thoughts. She is most herself when in her Siren form swimming in the ocean. She becomes more playful, free-spirited and quick-witted.

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Background Occupation Lives off the grid, supplies food/pelts and supplies to the North pass Living Immediate Family Members: N/A Dead Immediate Family Members: Tiberious Damaris|| Father - Leader of the Aquarian Rebellion Safiyra Damaris|| Mother - Siren Current Companions: None Current and Past Lover(s): Elrand Stone - Past lover Current Equipment(Any weapons etc): A collar, it's a thick choker with a circle hoop. Has magical properties A handmade bow made from antlers,twine and wrapped with leather straps A bone knife Coin pouch

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History(2 paragraph minimum):

Kailani’s Family was from the former Aquatic kingdom. Her father, Tiberious, was a Leader of the king's royal guard. It was a prestigious title and only the very best of the Aquatic city’s warriors were chosen.

During the war when the Malthemoor Kingdom attempted to attack, Tiberious led the small group of rebels who didn’t agree with the king's decision to stand down. Wanting to protect his home and family, Tiberious took on the Mathemoor army with a small group. Unfortunately, they were quickly cut down. It was then when Safiyra learned of her husband's death that she found out she was pregnant with their first child.

Kailani was raised for the rest of her young years by her mother but unfortunately, her mother was taken by scavengers when attempting to hide Kailani in a shipwreck during a raid. Many of the sirens over the last 80 years have been snatched for the black market trade and sadly Safiyra was just another. Raising herself on her own, learning to forage/hunt and survey the waters. She spent all her time living in the rough sea that she never thought of calling any other place home. She wanted to live in her father's footsteps, she wanted to become a fierce warrior so she could take revenge on the Malthemoor Kingdom and bring justice back to her home and people. Her mother's disappearance weighed on her mind a lot as well, unsure of if she was dead or alive. She was set on learning the ways of the land people so she could help find and protect her mother from ever being taken again.

Learning more about the people on land, Kailani met a man one evening during her nightly swim. They spent many nights together, he taught her about stories from on land and Kailani fell in love with the Light elf. One night while meeting him in their place, Elrand betrayed her, grabbing her from the water and dragging her ashore where he placed a collar around her neck. The magic properties of the collar made it so she couldn’t use her voice to charm anyone anymore. Keeping her captive for years, Elrand sold her off on many occasions to the highest bidder. Kailani endured years of torture and abuse at the hands of her master, a man she once loved. Everything she had known had been a lie, and each day she lived a constant reminder.

Finally, one night Kailani managed to escape. She took off into the woods, running as far as her human legs would carry her. Finding her way back to the waters, she swam back towards the north pass hiding every chance she got out of fear he would find her. The only downfall to her new freedom was the key to the collar she wore around her neck. It was a magical item that made it so she couldn't use her voice to ensnare him and he was the only one able to remove it. A constant reminder of his ownership over her. That was 10 years ago.

Present-day Kailani hides in the woods, she learned to hunt and learned about survival while attempting to train and failing terribly. Instead, she helped the locals with Pelts, Meat, and other hand-crafted items that she sold or donated. Swearing she would never become a captive again Kailani stayed hidden, planning her next move.

Combat and Magic Stat Creation

ALL SPECIES ANSWER:

Fitness Level:
⋆ Very active. She is constantly hunting, cutting wood, building things and more.

What are your character’s physical strengths?
⋆ Strength. Kailani may not appear so but over the years of log splitting, she is very strong.
⋆ Agile. She has learned to stalk and hunt, being able to hide in plain sight.
⋆ Hand-to-hand combat. Not very good, she certainly could use the practice.
⋆ Melee and ranged weapons. Trained with Ranged weapons and small knives

⋆ Speed. She is very quick and light on her feet.

What are your character’s physical weaknesses?
⋆ She needs to visit the water every 7 days. She can go extended periods of time without it however if she waits too long it starts to affect her physical abilities.
⋆ Clumsy. Since she was not naturally born with legs, she tends to be rather clumsy.
⋆ Magic. She only has her Siren abilities but knows not much else.

Years of Experience:
Weapon(s):
⋆ 30 years of general training with ranged and melee weapons. 10 years mastering outdoor survival.

Hand-to-Hand Combat:
⋆ 30 years of general hand-to-hand combat

Best Abilities:

Melee and ranged

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Location: Tea Party
Time: Sola 23
Mentions: Charlotte, Wulfric, Roman
Shoes
Hair
Neckless
Gown
Parasol

” Since you were holding up rather well given the circumstances, I thought we were both enjoying a subtle exchange of clever, barbed comments…

Violet let out a genuine soft laugh as a smile broke her lips. “I am afraid you caught me on a rather bad day.

Violet allowed Wulfric to speak, sitting in silence as he continued. Through Violet’s pain and hurt, she felt a slight sense of remorse. Although the feeling was not strong it certainly was there. Placing her hands on her lap she fidgeted with her long nails trying to gather her emotions.

“ I owe you my own apology, Prince Wulfric.” Her tone was still rather empty, her walls were still large and guarded. “ This whole situation… my situation hasn’t come without its costs. The idea that some peasant women could lodge an axe in my face… “ Violet caught herself slipping as the anger started to build. She forced herself to take a breath as she adjusted herself in her chair. “ It sounds implausible. Anyone with a brain could see that. It certainly was personal, I was left there to send a message. If someone were to just attack why do it where I could be found… Whoever ever did it wanted me to be found, but I guess unlucky for them that I wasn’t dead.”

She took his comments regarding her parents rather seriously. Snooping around her parent's estate could warrant some information. Sadly with her lacking the eyesight it caused some trouble. “ I don't intend to stay idle for very long. she said with an eerie tone in her voice. Violet had long decided that her life, the new life that she had received would go one of two ways. Violet would either die by her own hands, returning to the peace she once knew or she would somehow find a way to take her life back finally claiming it for herself.

“This afternoon has been lovely but I fear I've overspent my allotted social time” she jested. “ I am feeling rather unwell and with my father's event tonight, I should get some rest. Shall I expect to see you at the ball? she inquired as she began to gather her belongings. Being surrounded by people who continued to test her strength of restraint, Violet's attendant took notice and hurried off to ready her carriage. She was struggling with the thought of blood, as it haunted her mind causing an internal pain she had never felt before. She was afraid she could not keep her appearance for much longer.

she was starving...

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Morning
Location: Beach Event
Mention: Ruby [@SasuagePat]
Interactions: Lorenzo @FunnyGuy Dr.John @Conscripts
Appearance:Outfit, Hair style

While enjoying her time getting to know Duke Vikena Ariella heard a blood-curdling scream come from behind them. Curious, Ariella turned to look to see what the fuss was about. Seeing the onion woman up to her dramatics again, Ariella let out a sigh. She certainly was an interesting woman. She watched as it was confirmed by her dramatic fall in a rather public display of needing attention. She stared at the women lying in the sand in disbelief.

“ I swear that woman, every event she attends she appears to have some kind of relapse in public,” Ariella noted with a raised brow. “ First it was the onion at the Prince’s ball, then I heard something about her fainting or something of the sort during a play and now screaming murder on a public beach and taking … a nap?” Ariella paused unsure of what exactly the woman was doing. “ Thankfully Dr. John is there, perhaps he can get to the bottom of the woman's strange medical issues.”

She turned her attention back towards Duke Vikena “ Well, I have to say you have certainly given me something to look forward to. I wasn’t aware such a place existed…Mother never really allowed me to culture myself outside of weddings and courting etiquette. Gives me a bit of hope that perhaps I can find a place to plant my roots somewhere that I’ll be happy” she added pun intended. She gave him a smile before finishing up her smoothie. “Tulips are a beautiful flower… Did you know in some cultures they are a symbol of rebirth? They die and bloom again like the cycle of life as each winter comes and goes. It’s very poetic.” She glanced at him wondering if she was boring the Duke but couldn’t help but continue. “ My favorite is lavender. It is used for so many wonderful things, plus they look beautiful and the smell is one of my favorites.” She smiled “You should plant some of those as well.”

Digging her toes deeper into the hot sand she tucked her legs towards her chest before wrapping her arms around them. “ What happened between you and my mother that she hates you as she does? Not … that it takes her much to hate a person but I suppose i’m just rather curious.”

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Morning
Location: Beach Event
Mention:
Interactions: Lorenzo @FunnyGuy
Appearance:Outfit, Hair style

Her eyes widen in reaction to his…accident as she looked away trying to not laugh at his discomfort. She took a bite of her sandwich as her feet dug into the sand as the current continued to flow in and out. “I did warn you, but most things that are good for you don’t taste great unfortunately.” She offered him a friendly smile “ Oh, you don't need to repay me for anything. It’s nice that my strange habits come in handy sometimes.”

Listening to him talk about the dinner was interesting. Hearing his perspective she was surprised he wasn’t more angry about his treatment.

Smiling at Charlotte when she delivered the smoothies she took it gratefully as the refreshing taste of strawberries certainly hit the spot. “ I, unfortunately, had to leave rather early from the event. My mother thought it to be a good idea to embarrass me at such a large event by having my brother come and escort me back home in front of Farim.” she took a frustrated sip of her drink as her brows furrowed just thinking about it.

Your mother is wrong, you know? I think she's wrong about most things.

Thats an understatement…

Ariella sat and listened to the Duke. His words were surprising, to say the least and yet rather expressive of who he was as a person. Her mother was certainly a weed, and her knowing the location of the only place she felt home at caused a level of discomfort Ariella hated. Her eyes widened at the mention of Vermillion “ No…No balls? No nothing? Just… and your garden?” She repeated his words as her face showed a level of disbelief. Ariella shook her head “ No I haven’t, but from what you're saying it sounds wonderful.” she smiled, finishing the last bite of her sandwich. “Please, tell me more about it. “ she said excitedly, her face lit up like a firework bursting with excitement. “ What kind of things do you grow in your garden? What do you do for fun there? Does it snow? “ she started listing off questions without taking a breath.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

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

“You assume that you are the focus of every whisper and glance, all of them malicious,”

“ I don't assume anything, Prince Wulfric” Violet snapped at his words. She looked away from his direction, already entering this conversation with frustration. “ I would prefer people to leave me to my own. However, I am forced to attend these events in order to keep up my appearance for the pleasure of my parents. She let out a drawn-out sigh realizing that the anger and frustrations she held about everything that happened likely made her seem like an arrogant woman.

“ I don't know who attack me. I don't know why I was attacked. I hold much suspicion on everyone. Even yourself. She looked towards Wulfric “ This is not to say I believe you or any of these other people are the culprits but how am I to be certain? I was injured to the point where my eyesight was taken from me, my body is barely able to do its daily tasks without tiring and my memories are nothing but empty thoughts. She looked back over towards the sounds of the crowd.

” You may laugh all you wish Prince Wulfric, I am sure my situation is comedic. However, I was attacked. You want to see this investigation closed…why? Because it's some kind of inconvenience for you? Because you fear for your people? Yet you sit here and interrogate me and actually insult me with your laughter over my own personal fears of having survived said attack. She paused for a moment taking a slow breath. ” These people still being out there continue to haunt me every single moment. If you think that It isn’t on my mind 24/7 then you’re the fool… I don't even feel safe in my own home.” Her voice dropped, the first time Violet had shown any sense of emotion.

Taking another deep breath Violet attempted to calm her nerves. ” Perhaps speak to my parents, they seem to enjoy putting their nose where it doesn’t belong. It’s the only sort of lead I genuinely could give anyone… If you do happen to find out who it was. Please do me the courtesy of knowing before everyone finds out.” She turned her attention back towards him, her expression held a sense of fear and sadness ”...please”

There she was. The scared, frail, and almost childlike Violet. Her voice was soft as her eyes glistened as tears seem to form in them. She had slipped and allowed her hard exterior to crumble for only a moment. Realizing it, Violet turned her head away from him her face returning to its normal composure as she held back any true emotion. Perhaps she would regret that later but it was too late to take it back now.

“I have nothing else for you Prince Wulfric. It's the only information I know.”