Anarion

TSL: The Excess of Flowers

Well they had...dispersed she guessed. That was something. And everyone had calmed down for tea, which was something too. This was a good way to tackle problems. It didn't make Giriel feel all that much better though. Today had been impossibly hard. People went entire lifetimes just farming the same hillside. Yet somehow Giriel, in the span of a day, had encountered ghosts, demons, and a crazy divine spirit (she had downgraded from hostile based on her info, but crazy was definitely right). And now she felt overwhelmed. There was a Rakshasa somewhere and it had influenced Kalaya. That's assuming it wasn't Kalaya, but she was not going to let herself jump down that suspicion rabbit hole. Besides, tackling a Rakshasa was a slower matter. You had to bait the trap for them and wait, and no Rakshasa was just going to up and announce herself after the entrance Giri had pulled.

She would have taken a sip of tea at this moment to hide her consternation, but it hadn't been served yet, and so she contented herself with clearing her throat instead as she addressed their gathered table. "Of course" she started, looking at Petony and then sweeping her gaze over the gathered. She tried not to look too annoyed, but she really had been through a lot today and her patience was short. And it sounded like Han needed something important too, enough that she was sitting here and managing to just look uncomfortable instead of squirming out of her own skin. Okay, imagining that almost brought a smile to Giri's face and that let her continue forward. Thanks, Han.

"Like I was saying, I'm not claiming that idea of the tournament was a problem, I know you knights do that sort of thing all the time. It's just that the way everyone reacted to this one was very clearly the work of a rakshasa. Old folks and children were running around out there trying to get in a knight's retinue." She sighed. "So, there is a rakshasa around and we'll need to be on our guard. Try not to suspect everyone you meet just...try to stop and think and maybe don't do anything incredibly stupid?"

Giri let out a sigh. "That's the immediate problem. The bigger problem is that there's a lot happening. In the past day, I met Holly's Stag Knight, who's here somewhere, busy chasing after a heavenly spirit disguised as one of the N'yari who assaulted us. She's busy raising the dead to try and chase off the dominion, fool plan that it is. And on top of that, somewhere nearby there are demons on the move and I have it on...good authority that their summoner is someone named Ven who's based at Kingeater Castle. The knight and I and another witch she was working with named Peri...er Peregrine were traveling together to look into that when we got waylaid here and the Stag Knight charged me with stopping the tournament."

She looked around again at all of the assembled. "And somehow, despite all of that, I'm getting the feeling those aren't our only problems. Am I right?" She shook her head and looked imploringly for someone to bring them tea so that she could at least clear her dry throat.

Sunshards

Rose

The first thing that Chen does when you're all done and you ask what to do with her is the wriggle and squirm. She lets out a muffled sigh and tests her bonds. Flex on the back and around the hands but oh gosh it's so tight! She can't move, she can barely manage to rock herself! "mmmph! rrrrrph!" she sighs and tries to press against her gags, but there's no space for her tongue to get anywhere near her teeth or anywhere that would let her make anything more intelligible than a grunt.

She gives you the full opportunity to admire your handiwork, top to bottom. The amethyst in her navel catches the faint candle-light and blazes purple and orange as her stomach gyrates back and forth for you. She can't move it more than an inch, but that's enough for the light to flare across it and back and isn't it just so beautiful, knowing that you've made this? She tries to flex her legs, then clench them, knees together, tries to bend or straighten them, but there's barely any give because you've gotten the tension in the ropes just right. Her toes wiggle through the slippers but they're not going anywhere, no matter how hard she strains and squeaks through all the muffling you've provided. No matter how much she desperately looks like she wants you to kiss every bit of exposed skin so much she's covered with your lips for all to see. It's really a perfect job for your prize.

You remember when you had bindle Chen, all tied up on a stick, squirming and wriggling, utterly bound and helpless in your old world magic-binding caution tape? It might feel like you've had a world between that time and now, and you can see the shape of that here too. But this, this has come so much further than that ever did. Do you know why? It's because after she's strained and tested and grunted and sighed and come to terms with her distress, your little Chen relaxes.

And what she does next is a nuzzle. There's barely enough slack, but there you are so great and strong before her, and she so perfectly bound and trapped. She manages just the slightest little rub of her head, hair loose and soft as she relaxes into you. It's that moment that lets you know that she feels safe and loved. That she doesn't need to worry about anything or think about anything because she can't do anything. She's in the zone, Rose, in a state of blissful trance, all dressed and pretty and safe here for you. That's your doing, Chen's girlfriend, who understands her and she who understands you. And as she snuggles her little chin into your leg, with her purple silks rustling ever so softly, it must be the most perfect thing in the world. At least until you get the chance to switch spots.
[added a comfort and support roll, spending a string: it was a 12 and we each healed a condition.]

***

Yue

What's Chen supposed to say to that, huh? How's she supposed to manage a thousand words all at once when you're crying and hugging and talking about how hard things are. She'd need at least an hour of telling you all her early sword training, the times she sat and cried and was all alone even when she kept swinging her blades. And the times she cried with both her moms. And the times she cried with the handmaidens. And all the times she smiled in between those times. At least an hour for that and that's if she could manage even half the words, which let's be completely clear here, she's got maybe a quarter of them and that's being entirely too generous, you know?

But then, sometimes the thing about friendship is that you don't need to say anything at all. That's one of the most beautiful things about it. When someone who knows both the pain of things being hard and the joy of things being hard all at once gives you that hug and knows exactly when to give your arms a little squeeze to say "I see you" and "I felt the same way" and "you're not alone" all at the same time.

Did you know a little squeeze of the shoulders and a little press together could say all those things all at one time? Maybe you did, actually because you've had all that time with Hyra and before that with your sister and with Kat and with all the sheeps and foxes and the sunstones before that too. In fact, maybe you knew it so well that when you think about it later (even though you'll immediately dismiss the idea because you're a sillyhead) you'll think that maybe the reason people in your life know how to hug you like this is because of you and how special you make them feel.

Because you and Chen are really for real friends now. She's gonna be happy for every step you take, and sad when you're having a hard time, and she'll be there to share the joys and the burdens. Come what may.

***

Hyra

You really couldn't have asked for better chaos, could you? The second that sword leaves Elkibrant's hand, Chen is in motion. That serving tray she was struggling with? She's tossed the whole thing, nuts and grapes trailing in the air, to half the handmaids who have drawn swords to oppose you. And they're going to have to catch it because Keron would expect no less from them than to be able to preserve the fine silver dent free and not even a single grape spilled.

By the time the serving tray is out of her hands, she's snapped a foot down and is in motion to meet the sword in the air. She catches it like it's a feather and to the half of the guards streaming forward who aren't busy with a heavy serving tray, Chen is a whirlwind. You, Hyra, probably remember the fight at Qiu's pyramid better than most. Rose was off her game and Yue at that point wasn't trained, but you saw Chen at the time managing to hold off a handful of guards airborne, but also looking incredibly off her game herself. She had needed to retreat along with the car and it really had seemed like not just Qiu herself, but her army was too much for the plucky do-gooders to take on.

Well, this is night and day to that. Chen's been training with a good partner, body and mind, and for once she's not holding back. She's giving the guards the honor of receiving everything she's got and what that means for them is that the first set trying to run towards you and the countess go flying away like bowling pins.

There are more guards of course, but some of them are caught up fighting the incredible show that Rose from the River has become, wielding her sword in her hair and growing extra arms so that she can fight while bound all at once. And here too, Chen and her girlfriend are in sync beyond expectations. Chen is airborne, dancing her way in and out of Rose's braids like a snake charmer, confusing and dazzling the guards, never letting them get anywhere near you. Oh, did one try to break away from the pack and sprint for the throne? Well she can't do that when a vine is tripping her up and her sword has gone flying the wrong direction, forcing two more guards coming in the door to pull up short and put their own blades up in a sudden block to avoid having to catch that flying sword with their chests!

Last of all, she's up around Jessic, where she takes the moment to give her friend an apologetic shrug before she zips over the top of her and uses her sword to cut the straps for Jessic's bags, sending the dragon princess in a curlicue in upon herself to keep all her things from spilling all over the throne room in a panic.

So it goes, Yue sprinting around the room like a rocket wolf, Rose creating an entire field of impassible monk warrior, and Chen performing a dancing circuit like a dervish from one end of the room to the other tying up Jessic and all the cards as everyone goes flying about. All for you, Hyra, to stand with Keron in the eye of the hurricane, secure that nothing is going to interrupt you.

TSL: The Excess of Flowers

"Han, Kalaya? You...know each other?" Giriel pauses, dumbstruck, the sand dragon bobbing its head in time with her own. She's in the middle of a spell here, hands raised to control the dragon, face looking up and out with the idea that she'd be speaking to a surprised crowd with her full and fairly ample stature, not getting bum-rushed by too old friends. Who...also knew each other somehow and were...in a relationship? She wasn't sure, but one didn't normally carry around their friends unless they were close so that seemed reasonable at least.

She cocks a head at the two of them, Han shouting about tracking a coin, and then Kalaya saying...my tourney. That did it? "Your tourney?" she asks, pulling the combined pair into a sudden bear hug, letting the sand dragon fall forward and crash into dust with a sigh.

No, listen, sure either of them could be a Rakshasha, or anybody else here could be, but it wasn't going to do her any good in a Rakshasa contest to start treating her old friends with distrust. None at all! She needed to keep them close. Either they were legitimate and they could work together or one of them was a Rakshasa and being close would help her figure it out!

"Your tourney?" she says again incredulously. "I haven't seen you since you were this tall, Kalaya!" She makes a very low hand gesture that doesn't even come up to her waist "and now you're here running a tournament that was under the control of a Rakshasa?!"

She raises her voice then because, oops, she was shouting to an entire assembled town and gods. "Everyone, please head to your homes. This tournament was influenced by a goblin that was affecting your emotions! Please go back to your homes. I and my friends are trained in finding the goblin, so please don't worry!"

(they were going to worry, nobody had said that Giriel was a great public speaker!)

The sound of her shouts reverberates through her chest, so that both friends can feel the speech coming through her just as much they can hear it, for she hasn't let up the hug for even a second. And she owes Han some kind of response too, can't hold off everything in a hug forever, after all. "Now what's this all about with coins and bastards and Rakshasa tournaments, and...and how did you two meet, you're so cute together!" She smiles at the two of them and hopes that the crowd is dispersing behind them. She really, really hopes it.

Dark Age (playtest): The Lands of Pendragon

The spirt that once was King Pellinore

As Robena kneels, it is obvious to all involved that this is sacred ground. Perhaps it always was. No chapel for you, who were once a king, no artifice or worked stone will hold your fast-fading feet. Here, there is soft earth, free of frost, to receive Robena's knee. Here there is cool air that caresses the cheeks and lifts the spirit, reminding you, however briefly, what it felt like to be alive. Here there is still a faint evening sunbeam in a shade of orange that defies the brightest marigold to bear its match.

You turn your face to Sir Hector, and without hesitation she fetches for you your great axe, for such a weapon is needful to match the strength of Robena's blow, nearly a year prior. You hold it in hands that barely obscure the wood, but your grip is firm, steady, and true. It is always like this, is it not? That even as things fade, the tools remain to the last. Tools for killing, yes, but so too for gathering and building. An axe can always be a tool to gather wood for the fire. You know that your grip on your axe will be the last thing, the final thing of all things to fade from this world.

When you look upon your charge, the earth embraces her. To your eyes, it is clear as day. In this space, the world bears her gladly, holds her fast and will not let her slip from it. Your oath was an oath of justice, a fair balance, and the earth has said that it would not be fair to take her. So too did the Lady Constance, and her retainers, and privately in turn each of your knights whom you asked.

Sir Harold offered that she was yet young and had much service to give. That wrongdoing must be met with an opportunity for repentance and that he saw her on such a course. To him, no blow was needful at all. He always had a soft heart and the Lady Constance had softened it further.

Sir Liana offered that she wished for tutelage and asked you spare your blow. She reminded you that justice was not a matter only of the person affected, but of those around them and their needs, and so too could they bear the burden of your blow shared among them. She had spilled a drop of her blood for you on Robena's behalf the night prior, a gesture that befit her royalty. She would have her take the blow, but lightly as almost a mirror of the Lady Constance's suggestion.

Sir Hector had thought long and hard on the matter. She, more than all the others, felt the weight of this thing, the burden that it would carry forward into the future. Would it be well understood how hard Robena had worked to reach this moment or would the lesson be taken wrongly by future generations? She tried, in her way to balance the matter. She had told you that it was Tristan's words that had moved her in the end, and so she too asked you to stay your hand and offer only a nick.

And as for the Lady Constance's advice. You judge her both wise and mortal. As you are no longer either of these things (if ever you were) you offer them each great respect as they are due. And now the earth confirms her judgment and stands firm beneath you both as sacred ground.

Last of all then, was Robena herself. She had not sought refuge in loyalty, nor in ignorance, nor in strength. She sought penitence, but did not shy from her duties as a knight. In each hunt in turn, she comported herself well, neither with wanton glee nor unbecoming hesitation. What was the ideal of chivalry if not the striving itself? To strive towards wisdom and action joined together, to boldness well-directed, bravery in humility, and strength for those most in need.

You lift your axe. In your heart there is no rage to match that which consumed the Lady Sandsfern and burst from Robena a year prior. You swing with calm. The blade fast and sure strikes her neck. A nick upon the side, clean and small. A drop of blood falls from her broken skin onto the earth below, and the earth is content. The assembled release a breath they had all been holding.

The lady's voice speaks, though her mouth barely moves. It is quiet and yet all hear her words clearly and no sound stirs to interrupt her.
"Robena Coilleghille. Your blow has been answered in kind. The doom upon you is complete."

The clouds and the king release a sigh one and the same, and a flake of cool snow falls upon Robena's neck, soothing the wound. The axe is upon the ground and of the Lady Sauvage, who once was King Pellinore, there is no sign.

It is snowing, and it is time to go inside and be warm for another day.

Sunshards

Rose

You can feel the eagerness of your subject as you work. It's perhaps the highest compliment you could hope to receive. She's letting you indulge, she's in fact intensely paying attention to you and everything that's making you feel happy and strong and powerful in this moment. But at the same time, she's not just doing this to give you a chance to feel good, oh no no. She is bursting with excitement beneath you. She shivers at your touch and it runs through her whole body. You feel a couple little kicks as she squirms and can tell that your little Chen is just barely resisting the urge to make those stronger kicks that might push your full weight onto her. Because she wants that. She wants you.

In this first part, there is no swearing of revenge. Really, there is a complete squandering of use of Chen's last moments of unencumbered speech this night. She's far too busy taking turns being enraptured and letting out noises when you touch her that bring a blush to both your cheeks. How fortunate that you'll never remind her of this in the future for any sort of embarrassment, isn't that right? Of course that's right! You'll certainly never bring up the gasp that escaped her when your fingers brushed her stomach and moved just a little further down, no that will never come up again ever.

It's only when you're done and admiring your handiwork that she offers a little different side of herself. For all of Chen's other issues, you can see clearly that shame in her body isn't one of them. She squeaks and blushes at how exposed she is to you, but so too does she touch her own thighs and run a hand along her chest invitingly. Does that bring a blush to your face? What a lucky thing that you'll be binding up that misbehaving hand very soon!

And here too, she dons the impish smile she can wear and whispers to you: "I can't wait to pay you back double for all this. My little flowerbud~" And oh, it won't do to let that little mouth keep running at all, will it now? Not when she's practically begging you to get on with it.

So hop to it Rose, your girlfriend is getting impatient!

***

Yue

Chen's look is excitement. Nerdy nerdy excitement! It's the excitement of having someone else be excited about your thing! Her face lights up and for a moment she gets lost in her own fantasies. Time spent working with Yue on honing her craft, building the right muscles and practicing things like grip and follow through, teaching the balance exercises that form the basis of strong swordsmanship air or ground. And time spent talking and comparing notes and coming up with plans and counter-plans, and just sitting and laughing. Sharing a meal and using the little bendy straw as a makeshift sword to gesture about something that just came into your mind! And then going back to it over time and pushing each other. Coming up with totally new moves in the heat of the moment, pushing each other to always be better but without that harshness that comes with needing to be the best.

It's not that Chen imagines everything happening just like that (has Yue even seen a bendy straw in the countryside?), but she lets herself indulge for a moment in the fantasy. Yue doesn't know it, but this is so much of what Chen had wanted with Qiu before. Qiu was already so skilled, so Chen hadn't thought of herself as the teacher there, she could have melted into Qiu's world and been her peer. But she had wanted that shared fun and excitement, that support for each other and shared growth out of it. She maybe still wanted that too, but she wasn't sure if that was something Qiu was up for. She'd seen a different side of Princess Qiu at the step pyramid and gearing up to meet that on its own terms was part of what Chen was working towards now.

But, in the meantime, here was Yue surprising Chen! First it had seemed like she was a master because of the armor and the spirit and the gleaming, so much gleaming! And then it had seemed that she was a novice and she had a lot going on and so much to take in and Chen knew that Keron wanted to have her trained properly but there were a thousand thousand variations of what a handmaiden could decide to focus on. So, so obviously Chen couldn't have expected Yue to delight in their shared training or to go in for the swordsmanship or to have this expression, this look! So let her nerd out for a moment and just have this whole fantasy!

Okay, moment done, moment over. Now's the time to teach Yue about good practice schedules and cooldown exercises and how you need to balance learning something to perfection with taking a break from it to let your muscles rest and your brain process and then going back again. But...she was laughing at...the rear joke and...oh no. I-it wasn't that funny. It wasn't! And Chen had already been suppressing her giggles before at her own joke, and then when Yue shouted "another word for butt!" Chen just lost it herself. Because obviously, but she was just getting it, and it was so silly, and they were both floating and she was and they were and and it meant butt! Pffffffttt ahhahahahaha!

And so poor Kat is left to fend for two completely disabled girls rolling about laughing and gasping for breath like fish out of water. Never fear, though, there will be tea. Good tea with honey and maybe some lemon because Chen's been working in the gardens for her duties this week and might just have noticed a ripe lemon that nobody would miss. You won't tell Keron, right? Or you can, that would be okay too.

***

Hyra!

It's cherry blossom festival day! The perfect time to open a door in a suit, but also the perfect time to show off all the handmaids and dress them up for the season. Rose, of course, finds herself in absolute pleasured disability as a show of Keron's indulgence and power. Chen, for her part, is positioned nearby to strategically show off a Princess in submission for the room. She's got a costume matching Rose's. Cute little wooden sandals with pink straps, and then a pink and short shrine-maiden's skirt that doesn't even reach her knees much less hide her thighs, though the pleats and ruffles give it a nice full look with some shadow mixed in as well. Above that, she's got the lace shirt with fabric embroidered with lovely pink cherry blossoms around the stomach and lower chest. But the shirt parts far below her neck, leaving plenty of skin to show off her entirely appropriate collar, necklaces, bracers and earrings all in the same rose-pink gold of Rose's outfit. Chen, not presently being doted on, also has her face veiled with thin pink silk.

But, Rose is in her full splendor today, and so Chen's barely bigger than half Rose's size. This means that Chen looks very much like she's wearing the kid's matching set to Rose's festival outfit, the little princess all dressed up to match to be shown off for the court! It's incredibly cute and embarrassing, a carefully calculated choice to both make Chen blush and emphasize the prize that Keron has captured and has fully under her control (we won't discuss the lemon theft!).

And on top of that, Keron needs somebody to wait on her. So Chen is loaded down with a big silver serving tray that she needs both hands to keep upright. On it are plates and saucers with all manner of treats: fresh nuts and candied fruits, little cakes and cookies, tiny crustless sandwiches with cucumber, and three different types of tea all freshly brewed. You can smell the scent of jasmine as you come in, and that floral one must have some cherry in it for the day! Other handmaids have been adding and removing items as they're indulged in by Keron or the entourage, while Chen has to keep everything steady and not spill a drop or a crumb, lest she face Keron's displeasure and add to her own embarrassment. She's managing with all the grace of her years training (and some past maid-play that nobody needs to be thinking about right now!), but it's clear the task takes her full attention, especially with how she's strategically positioned to both wait directly on Keron and constantly glance at Rose, the latest of which has brought a bright blush to her face.

It's not exactly the well-armed, gallant, and full-powered hero squad, but then it never actually is with these sorts of stories, isn't that right? The real trick is that the squad comes together at the last minute with a little combo of readiness and luck mixed with a generous dash of chaos. It's unexpected and exciting and just the sort of thing that a handmaid on a gallant rescue wants to set in motion like a line of dominoes.

TSL: The Excess of Flowers

Make them stop fighting? Uh, Uusha had an odd view of magic and witches. There wasn't a spell for that. Maybe Peregrine had overpromised? Or worse, Uusha just thought Giriel was competent enough to go down there and get everyone to listen to her! Oh gods...were actually no help at all, that had made things worse!

Though, there was something: I think she’s Blue, I think. Maybe Red. Or Green? Maybe she’s all of them, but Blue the most. She’s wanting ever so much, the little god had said. Blue for love then. A little red for battle, but not as much. Perhaps this was all a game then, a contest of her own. And green for secrets. Nothing of violet, which was a relief, and nothing of yellow which wasn't in keeping with a spirit from the Dominion. If only she had time, damn it! Giriel was sure she could puzzle this out and take a proper divination. But while her head was thinking, her feet were already running. Her mother had always said that knowing all the magic in the world meant about as much as knowing how to hold a broom: it didn't do you any good unless you had a broom and got to sweeping.

And as for Peregrine, well, Giri had to trust that Uusha was on it one way or another. Uusha would be a lot better at the rescue part that anything Giri could cook up. So, run run run it was! All the way to the town, sword back in its sheathe so as not to slow her down. At least she could follow the gods straight to the ring. And what in Creation was all this? She'd seen flower knight tournaments before, they were common enough, but this looked like the spirit of madness had seized the town. Children and old men were sitting equally outside the arena rubbing bruises and nursing knocked heads while a portly baker was running about the arena chasing people with a rolling pin amid the actual wooden swords and spears being flashed about.

There was no way this was natural. And that meant...Giriel let out a long sigh. It meant that she was about to be the center of attention in a hurry.

"STOP!" she shouted, skidding down the road into the town square proper. And because that wasn't going to do anything, she pulled out one of the oldest tricks in the book and casts a simple but spectacular spell. Witches, among other things, are perfectly capable of putting on a good show and conjuring from smoke or steam is about the easiest. In an ideal world, she's actually have a cauldron or at least a big pot, which would work better. But a dust cloud would work and there was so much activity that it wouldn't be that hard.

So, Giriel stops just outside the town square, running and kicking and throwing up as much dirt as she can, and then with a flourish of gestures and shouting, she conjures the dust into a great dust dragon which rears up above the arena, casting its shadow upon all the combatants. And she shouts again: "STOP FIGHTING!"

She really might as well have come with a giant sign that read "Witch in town" with this one!

[Giriel is rolling to defy disaster with spirit. 4+2+2=8. She pulls this off, but with a hard choice or sacrifice]

TSL: The Excess of Flowers

Giriel is not throwing herself into a melee with a hostile heavenly spirit and an branch knight. That would be stupid and she is angry but she is not stupid. The most likely outcome is one or the other using her as a human shield, the next best guess would be somebody hitting her by accident. No thank you.

Instead, she takes her greatsword and flips it point down, striking it into the ground with conviction. She begins drawing a circle in the dirt beside the road with thick, deep lines cut by the blade. One big flowing line to make the ritual space first because sacred sorcery is always done within a circle. Then she cuts within it in quick, sure motions that tell you her sword has been used far more often for magic than for combat. She's drawing symbols of the locality. An abstract line for the buildings of the town before them, wavy lines for water, quick ones for the winds and sturdy thick ones for the earth. Simple symbols carved hastily, yes but clear enough in their meaning to call upon the local gods large and small.

Then Giriel begins to chant, low and singsong. She lowers herself to one knee in a posture of service, and calls to the local gods. Gods of the village, of the fields, of the weather.

She beseeches them for aid and succor. For help to her friends and harm to her enemies. Most of all, she beseeches them for information, for surely a heavenly messenger cannot have gone entirely unremarked! She is hungry and expectant that there will be gossip aplenty. She tells them too how she was attacked and wronged, how the messenger wore the guise of one of the mountain cats to assault them and begs their advice and their aid.

[Giriel is communing with the local gods. 5+1+2=8
She chooses
-Learn something important from the Unseen (as much as she can about Zhaojun)
-Change the nature of the unseen here so that they are angry at Zhaojun for her rudeness
-Being angry, she has almost certainly stirred up too much sentiment and so has also caused a haunting]

Sunshards

Rose

Little Chen is blushing and wiggling and squirming beneath you. She's hot and she's red, and her eyes grow so wide and sparkly when you start talking about all the things that you can do with gags. Because of course she wants this, she wants everything you'll do to her, she wants you to trust her and play with her, and most of all she wants you.

You could already be over the moon at this, but you stop and ask for something else, that moment where Chen chooses to be your girlfriend, to invite everything you're doing. When you do that, she stops moving too and she blushes even more and she bites her lip for a moment. Then she nods, slowly and shyly but with certainty. Because yes, she wants to be under your spell. She wants everything you're going to do.

And even that could be the end of it and you could be exultant. But look at her eyes Rose, and the little smile on that shy face. Look very closely at that sparkle, and the curve of those lips and you might, just barely, see that your girlfriend, for all that she's drowning in you, has more presence of mind than you might have thought. You might be able to see that for just an instant, what she thought about was where you were putting your weight and how...front-heavy you were as you were sitting. How even a very tiny person can apply force at just the right angle and take advantage of a momentary disadvantage to move something...or someone much larger. How a sudden change in balance in a wrestling match can wind up flipping who's on top and who's in the pin.

But of course, that's just a passing fancy. Her eyes are wide because of all your promises and her smile delighted and dreading and cute all at once. And besides, there's no way she chose not to do that just because she wanted both of you to share this even more. Right?

Have fun, Rose.

***

Yue

That look! That little mischievous smile! Do you see Chen's reaction? Do you? Do you see Chen's utter, unabashed delight when you get that look, or are you already in motion floating above her?

That's the look she had when she first dueled Rose. The look she had the first time she really got one over on her teacher, and then on her moms when she was younger. Because because because it's got so much happening. It's a look that proves you're having real honest to gosh can't fake or hide it fun! And it's a look that says that you feel comfortable. Not perfect, you understand, but comfortable. Like you're okay in your own skin and you've forgotten to constantly pay attention to everything you're doing because you've got a trick up your sleeve. Comfortable like you think you came up with your own idea how to move and and and it's yours! It's not just copying somebody else or trying to keep up or matching something you saw in a book or an anime or that you heard in a story.

Of course, what you may not have heard yet is that the first time Chen dueled Rose, she wound up tied up tightly and bound to a stick. The first time you pulled this sort of stunt on her instructor, she landed a single hit and then got whapped thrice in the back because she had no recovery plan. The first time she pulled it on Ysel, she found herself with a solid hit only to wind up in a headlock, which was not supposed to be legal in sword-fighting. And, well, the first time she'd tried it on Hestia she never even got the blow in, she just went flat on her face to the sort of elegant one inch sidestep that makes you not even realize you missed until it's too late to stop.

So, you should count yourself lucky because she has something to teach you here, and because she doesn't want this lesson to hurt. One of the things she learned is that if you make it too harsh like her moms did, that's when the pressure really starts, when you start beating yourself up over this stuff. But no, what happens to you is that you get one really beautiful overhand strike with Chen on the back foot, where she makes the block still in motion, and for a second you're maybe thinking "yeah, this is it, I got her, I just need to give it one more solid hit while she's off-balance and I could really win!"

But then something impossible happens and Chen shifts with your blow in the air without touching down. The momentum of it works differently airborne, almost as though she's sliding backwards on ice, and you realize that with your spell as you've done it, you don't know how to follow her this way. She simply swishes right out of your grasp and she's got her sword out and, oh gosh, oh gosh you haven't finished righting yourself in the air, which is a lot harder to do when you're panicking and she's flying forward a lot faster than when she's on the ground and suddenly her wooden sword hits with a *whap* right in your butt and you're tumbling end over end in the air like some kind of windmill, until Chen catches your ankle and holds you upside down, your face turned towards hers.

But she's smiling. She's smiling so wide she can't help herself. And when she says "first lesson of aerial combat, never leave your rear open to attack" you can tell that it's taking all her willpower to suppress a giggle fit.

***

An upper Skycastle garden, just Chen and Jessic

"I think I know what I need to do, but doing it still sounds really hard."

Chen offered Jessic a bowl of fruit, bending very low so that her purple silks and her veil hung loosely on her. She didn't quite prefer the outfit as much as Rose did, but she'd learned enough about this sort of thing in Ys and it was rather fun playing the servant handmaid. Chen enjoyed slipping into a role like, knowing how she ought to act and being able to meet it reasonably well.

They were alone in one of the upper gardens, Keron having selected Chen to wait on Jessic personally today. That was probably designed to humiliate her a bit, after she'd spent time with Jessic more as a peer. Something to really emphasize that Chen had lost a duel and now she was Keron's handmaid until such time as her training was complete. But it was also fun in a certain way, an opportunity to live differently, and this part of princessing had never much bothered Chen.

After Chen had gotten her lady of the day properly set up with a seat and table, and something to eat, she took the privacy as an invitation to talk, though she was of course prepared for Jessic to interrupt her with more requests in her new role. A good handmaid had to be prepared to be a good girl at any moment.

"I want to fight Qiu again and give her the sort of fight she was looking for, actually do the whole big archrival sword duel thing. But before that I need to talk to my moms and get them to see me differently. No more little double heir princess who's just there to be everything they want. It's just hard, you know? I'm not telling them to get lost or leave me alone. I'm trying to get them to, I don't know, to see me and not just this bundle of skills and training that they can move around however they want."

She sets down the fruit once Jessic has picked something and kneels to await a response.

Dark Age (playtest): The Lands of Pendragon

Robena

The boar is dispatched. Rather than focus on violence, perhaps it is a moment for thanks. The hunt is many things, after all. For knights, it may be a matter of valor, or perhaps a way to display a mixture of youthful impetuousness and undeniable skill mixed together. But before that, it was a matter of nourishment. It is cold, the ground full of snow, and the threatened storm cannot be put off forever. A large boar brought to the castle will feed all the inhabitants for several days, and salted or smoked can be made to last much longer still. This, at its heart is the source of any valor that may attach to it, which perhaps distinguishes the act from the axe upon Pellinore's neck. That here, your prowess will let people eat amidst the cold, while Pellinore's death served some more abstract purpose that holds less meaning now.

Hector is workmanlike in helping the squires prepare the boar for travel. On the ride back she speaks little, looking mostly to the weather, the horizon, and the cleanliness of her gear. But before you reach the castle and your presentation of the final day's earnings to its lord, she offers you a nod. "You have my blessing, whatever may come of it" she says.

And then you are returning, and here you are met by the lady herself, dressed in her finest armor and skirts, covering an ethereal body that is far from human. She has spoken little to you in all your time here, mostly a distant figure even on the hunts where she rode along. But now she is arraigned to greet you and ride with you to the castle chapel, where you realize as you see her arrayed as she is that your judgment is prepared.

What do you say in this moment, if anything?

Tristan, Constance
There is quite the question in the air for you. Answer it, and then array yourselves as you see fit for Robena's formal return. For lady Sauvage has determined that the time for judgment is now, and it seems that the heavens themselves will not stand in her way.

Dark Age (playtest): The Lands of Pendragon

Robena

The miracle is that there is a sun. You're busy, there's not time to think about that, but on a day where the clouds were thick and the snow and sleet constantly felt moments away, now there is sunlight. There is a rightness to the world, that you should ride forth on shining armor to face the boar. Apricot's hooves are the wind, the braying of the dogs the only guidepost you need.

You may remark that in your ride, Sir Hector keeps up with you. She is not so shining or so grand, but she is with you through this and that too is something special.

The boar then is a great thing. Dark, its shaggy fur nearly black, its back full of thick, course bristles that come up on the arch to your head mounted atop your horse. It's tusks are long and sharp, and its legs corded with muscle. In its eyes, you see, not exactly what you'd expect. Not fury, no. There is a weariness and almost a relief when you come upon it in the glade and it sets to charge you. And pride too, and a certain fierce competition that says that you will given nothing this day unless you earn it.

Sir Hector is at your disposal, and the two of you both have mounts, shields, and boar spears for your use. It will be an even match, and one worthy of epics should either of you ever care to relate the details to a poet.

[Tell us how you take the boar and roll as appropriate for this final labor.]

Constance and Tristan
Now there is a smile from the lady, and the sun is out. The clouds are not broken mind you, but there are gaps in them and the sun is shining in little beams into the room. You might have the thought cross your mind that being a cat in such a room as this would be a truly sublime pleasure, for you could simply roll yourself into that sunbeam and stretch out to your utmost comfort.

The lady's voice is lighter then. "You have a decision then. Good, that's good. I feared that you might still need another night to determine your feelings. But if you are certain. If...if you are certain then I think we may move to judgment upon the hunter's return. I do not know yet what her judgment will be. Your thoughts weigh greatly, both of yours Lady Constance and Sir Tristan. But there is still a hunt to finish and then we shall see the doom. Thank you." And here you can see already that her grip on the world is more ephemeral than real, and it is a great effort for her to wave a hand and thus let you know that you are free to leave her presence.

Perhaps the two of you would care to walk the hallways and discourse on what is to be done after all this that you may be properly prepared for Robena's return?