[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/Eg6Mb0D.png[/img] [img]https://txt.1001fonts.net/img/txt/dHRmLjY2LmFiOWIzNy5XbUZ5YVc1aElFRnNMVTVoWkdWeS4w/italianno.regular.webp[/img][/center] [hr][hr] [h2][b]Velles 4th[/b][/h2] [b]Location:[/b] Merchant Dormitories - Zarina’s Quarters [b]Day of the week:[/b] Victendes [b]Time:[/b] 1:00 HD [b]Characters:[/b] Arlo, Riesco, Zarina [hr] [color=C78A2C]“Thanks, boys. I’d offer hot coffee but …”[/color] Zarina snickered at her joke as she waved the movers goodbye once they had installed the large, mammoth wool bed into her dorm “room”, which was more so a comfortable apartment, she had won in the auction. A lot had to be moved and the comfortable and oversized cushion took a lot of the living space, but it didn’t seem to perturb her whatsoever. There was also an unsigned portrait of Queen Eleanor made to hang on her wall, although it definitely came off as a placeholder. The Virangish lass took some time to admire the new state of her temporary home with a glass of red wedged between her middle and ring fingers of her right hand. What a day it was, and she was feeling the exhaustion creeping into her for an early sleep. But before she could get too deep in self back-patting, a collection of clicks and calls directed at her came from the hanging bird cage she had near one of the windows. Arlo was frustrated - he did not get his evening snack! Fighting Yasoi and bidding massive coinage for beds and pieces of art would make anyone forget about responsibilities. [color=C78A2C]“Yeah, yeah,”[/color] she sighed and put away her half-finished glass on the nearest surface, [color=C78A2C]“at least say please, little man.”[/color] she stopped before the thin bars of the opened cage and shook her visage before it. Suddenly, a little, blue head emerged from the makeshift shelter inside of it. The chirping continued and wasn’t going to stop, [color=C78A2C]“A kissie first.”[/color] she ordered. Arlo didn’t budge, not yet, [color=C78A2C]“A kissie.”[/color] she tapped her nose and waited for a good minute. Like a cat, it seemed this little critter was taking his sweet time to be decisive. Eventually, he did crawl out and approached his master’s face, only to then rub his snout over the tip of her’s, and then go for a harmless bite on it, [color=C78A2C]“There we go! Good boy.”[/color] An already halved peach was seized from a cupboard and delivered to the reptile. It enjoyed its snack, and eventually returned to its abode for a scheduled sleep. Next, Zarina was reminded of her next child she had to tend to: Riesco. He had gotten proper treatment in the morning, but she could do better. A descent to the stables would have her meet with the Camargue horse, calmly resting over hay with his ears perking at her arrival. He recognized her steps and was quick to stand and greet his friend, [color=C78A2C]“Hey you.”[/color] she cooed, hands quick to venture through his mane as she stepped into his pen. Riesco was well brushed and clean barring from the hay stuck to him. The pen, however, could be better with filth left at the back, [color=C78A2C]“دعنا نجهزك للنوم ، أليس كذلك؟ (Let’s get you ready for sleep, yeah?)”[/color] she seized a broom and got to work. The horse’s little home was cleaned and the old way replaced with a fresh pile for him to indulge in, [color=C78A2C]“Noisy day, huh?”[/color] she kept speaking in Virangish, [color=C78A2C]“Loads of new people. Kind of made me anxious at the start too.”[/color] Riesco shuffled about to give his rider some space to manoeuvre, [color=C78A2C]“But that wasn’t so bad.”[/color] she passed her hand over his side and slowly brushed through his grey and white fur, [color=C78A2C]“I got kind of scared today, though.”[/color] she confessed, and he turned his head at his friend’s change of tone, [color=C78A2C]“I don’t have the best of feelings about what’s to come. Something just-”[/color] she reached out to Riesco’s snout and let him sniff. No treats, which prompted him to frisk Zarina a little with more sniffing and lip flapping, [color=C78A2C]“doesn’t seem right.”[/color] he then made chewing motions while she rested her forehead on his, [color=C78A2C]“Good night, my sweet.”[/color] and with a kissie good night, she left her horse with a clean pen. Back to her residence, Zarina briefly paused to notice a good dozen of armoured individuals march through the bigger streets. Strange, and only increased her worry. She took a warranted bath given all that she had gone through that day. Afterward, a prayer. Her bedroom wasn’t too big with a relatively large wardrobe, a queen sized bed and a night stand. And, of course, an end table with both her Froabas eggs placed with custom-made incubation kits that kept them safe, warm and exposed to the sun during a good portion of the day. She prayed before the eggs over a carpet she unrolled from under her bed. A brief but important ritual, before she collapsed onto her bed from exhaustion. [hr][hr] [center][img]https://txt.1001fonts.net/img/txt/b3RmLjYwLjQ4Y2Q5MC5UR2xuYUhSM1pXbG5hSFEsLjA,/browess-sovar.regular.webp[/img][/center] [h2][b]Velles 5th[/b][/h2] [b]Location:[/b] Some Tavern [b]Day of the week:[/b] Lepdes [b]Time:[/b] 5:00 HS [b]Characters:[/b] Augusto, Desmond [@Th3King0fChaos], Jomurr [@Force and Fury], Kaspar [@Wolfieh], Yuliya [@Suicharte], Zarina, The Hegelans [hr] [color=C78A2C]“BLEEUUUGGGHHH!”[/color] Zarina was sick as a dog, huddled in a corner of a tavern after having ingested one too many mana concoctions from their new teammates. It started fine with her capitulating to peer pressure and masterfully taking a prime shot. But the second … She never thought she could unleash that many fluids in such a small span of time. Still, in her zeal to not be one-upped, she went for another shot, and vomited the entirety of her half-digested breakfast and the manas in her stomach. Loads of wheezing and moaning could be heard as she continuously barfed out yet more bile. [color=800080]”Never took you for a lightweight, Al-Nader.”[/color] teased Jomurr with a smirk. He had no issues keeping his shot in, and wasn’t foolish enough to go for more, [color=C78A2C]“Fuck. You.”[/color] she turned her head and flipped him off, [color=C78A2C]“Awh shit …”[/color] she quickly aimed for the bucket again and let nature do its thing. Waves became spittles and eventually she emerged. Sweaty, pale and seeing double, she stumbled toward a table and seized the first drink she could find. It was a basic mana brew, accidentally left by one of her new teammates. It was too late to stop her, she was going to wash the awful taste out of her mouth one way or another. It was entirely downed before she could even process the taste. Everyone froze and just stared at her, ready to take cover. Zarina was standing stiff, eyes wide and her hands over her tummy. [b]”She’s gonna blow!”[/b] called out one of the bar patrons. [color=C78A2C]“[i]Burp.[/i]”[/color] She felt a tad refreshed. The foul, acidic taste was replaced by an equally foul but cool one that didn’t burn her throat. The energy that coursed through her from the increased mana count definitely helped too, [color=C78A2C]“Okay. So!”[/color] she clapped her hands together to get her team’s attention as some emerged from their hiding spots. Her eyes shifted left, and then right, before an infantile grin took form, [color=C78A2C]“Back to it.”[/color] she seized the nearest shot and offered it to Desmond. Poor Desmond. [hr][hr] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/T3SrujO.png[/img][/center] [h2][b]Velles 5th[/b][/h2] [b]Location:[/b] The Grand Plaza [b]Day of the week:[/b] Lepdes [b]Time:[/b] 2:00 HE [b]Characters:[/b] Arlo, Casii [@Pirouette], Maura [@Ti], Zarina [hr] [color=C78A2C]“What in Eshi’s …”[/color] Zarina overheard quite a few fellow students pipe up over the news of a cooking contest of all things. Something about a Perrench Marquis, a rare meat and cash to be made. It was only when the Snowsweeper, a notoriously endangered species from the South, was mentioned that the Virangish businesswoman took interest in the notion. It was her break from the post-trial Zeno Bucks shift after all. She butted in and attempted to peek into one of the few fliers around, [color=C78A2C]“Give me that.”[/color] she snagged the paper from the Perrench boy and took a read while giving her apron a few brushes with her idle hand. [color=C78A2C]“Rare and big game hungry assholes. Great.”[/color] she folded the paper and tossed it back over to the not-so-happy kid she took it from, [color=C78A2C]“And wants us to do a cook-off. Sounds like broke nobility wanting to make a comeback.”[/color] she sighed as she reached over to her shoulder where Arlo, her Blueberry dragon, emerged from her mane and peeked out. Little scritches were graciously offered to the critter and in turn it responded with purr-like clicks and a few “Mep”s. More students seemed intrigued by this news, and a couple of familiar faces could be distinguished from the crowd. Well, a face and a chair for one of them. [color=C0C0C0]“You don’t suppose either of you are qualified enough to be considered a butcher or a cook are you? Because that job is gleaming with opportunity”.[/color] inquired Maura as Zarina entered the small group with Casii being involved as well, [color=C0C0C0]“If you do, then we have the skill, and my resources to exploit this for all it is worth. Want to partner up?”[/color] the Virangish teen crossed her arms whilst Arlo took flight to circle over the group. He looked a little overwhelmed by the number of people gathering in the plaza. [color=C78A2C]“Opportunity? You wanna off and cook a Snowsweeper, Maura?”[/color] and then she squinted before leaning in a little, [color=C78A2C]“Good on you to join the school, by the way.”[/color] no smile, no fluctuation in tone, just slightly pursed lips as she greeted the wheelchair-bound girl. Arlo would end up landing on Maura’s shoulder and sniffle through her hair, [color=C78A2C]“I don’t know about you, but I’ve no desire to do that.”[/color] she peered over at the Yasoi and glared, [color=C78A2C]“However I know [i]she[/i] wouldn’t hesitate to grind and mangle creatures for obscene purposes.”[/color] she exhaled aggressively from her nostrils. [color=C78A2C]“Tell you what, though. As Ayla’s good friend, I’ll hear you out. If only to prevent this one from killing thirty animals for fun.”[/color] Zarina crossed her arms with a stiffer posture adopted, [color=C78A2C]“I can do butchering - I’ve done that quite a bit when travelling. Just don’t expect me to slaughter all willy nilly.”[/color] [hider=tl;dr] -Zarina has her auction winnings brought home. Tends to her pets and prays before sleep. She feels anxious about the future. Also notices the Century. -She barfs most of her mana shots. Lightweight as fuck. Downs a brew anyway. Party goes on. -Hears Maura out on this 'opportunity' involving this cooking competition. She doesn't want to slaughter an endangered animal and antagonizes Casii in this specific context.[/hider]