[b]Starting Date and Time:[/b] 21st Saffra 301 DM, 12th Stretch

[b]Starting Location:[/b] Silent Rise

[b]CS URLs:[/b] [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/3195097]Ahmal Ervallen[/url] and [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/83037-ebonfort/char#post-2908645]Lyriia Elenye[/url]


 [i]Just another day in the clinic.[/i] Lyriia thought to herself. She tried not to be bitter, though an observant person (As her master was) would notice that she was frowning a little more often than usual, using a little more force than necessary as she went about her chores. 

She had been perfectly fine that morning, until right at dawn her twin brother had come knocking on the door. Naturally, she was overjoyed to see him, happy to spend time with him. But her mood had soured as he had introduced her to his fiancée (She was furious that he’d gotten engaged without so much as telling her, and anyway, seven and a bit was terribly, terribly young to be getting engaged…) and then rushed off to go back to Silvermist to get their flowers tailored for the Equinox Ball.

Another fairy had shown up a few minutes after her brother had left, asking for contraceptive herbs, because after all, tonight was the ball and everyone knows what happens when couples get drunk…

On and on it went. Ball this, ball that, what do you mean you can’t fix my black eye, I have to look good for the ball tonight, what do you mean I’m allergic to my flowers, you know how long I spent trying to find them?

Lyriia sighed and shook herself out of her internal monologue. It was fine. It was nothing. It was not going to bother her because she hadn’t even REALIZED that the festival was going on, hadn’t even realized that the ball was today. But because she was a naïve, daydreaming little girl, she let herself wonder if Ahmal was going, and if he might take her—but then she quickly dismissed the thought. He was too handsome to not have some sweetheart or another, and besides, why would he take her, a near-stranger, to the ball?

Master Longarm coughed; Lyriia looked up from her work. The master was watching her, his mouth set in an amused smirk.

[color=a2d39c]“Lyriia, I think you could use some fresh air. You go on outside for a while. It’s too lovely a day to sit in here. Besides, isn’t today supposed to be your last follow-up with Master Ervallen?”[/color]

The small girl tried to remain carefully neutral, but she noticeably perked up. Master Longarm stifled a grin. [color=a2d39c]“Go on, Lyriia. I’ll take care of the sorting.”[/color]

She shot up from the table and dove into the little niche that served as her bedroom, trying to put on cosmetics quickly with fingers that trembled. She slung her satchel over her shoulder, the satchel with the notebook that she kept her medical notes (and some personal…writings) and shot out the window before her mentor could change his mind.

It really was a beautiful day. Despite her giddy rush she did stop along the way, to pick a few flowers, tiny blue forget-me-nots. She tucked one into her hair and bundled the others together with a piece of grass. Then she stopped to curse at herself for her childishness, but then again, it wasn’t like she could put them back on the plant, so she supposed she’d just have to give them to Ahmal anyway.

Despite the distraction of the flowers, she did quickly navigate the twisting and turning trunks to find Ahmal’s home. Then she paused for a moment to re-compose herself and maybe convince her face to quit resembling a tomato.

She fluttered up to the door and knocked, while mentally talking herself through the upcoming encounter. [i]Just a normal day. Just a normal checkup, and I just happened to see these pretty flowers and thought they might brighten the place up a little bit. There’s no other reason I’m here, I’m only blushing because of physical exertion and certainly not—nope, not for any other reason.[/i]

[color=7bcdc8]"Ahmal?"[/color] she called. [color=7bcdc8]"Are you here?"[/color]