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No wonder Ben said Lilie needed to 'socialize with her peers'--she was having a hard time keeping up with the conversation. She did giggle a little at Maddie's reaction, but Max and Aaron's conversation was just weird. She wasn't that dumb to think everyone had to always get along with each other, but there was definitely an additional undertone to what they were talking about. And at that, she definitely felt like she shouldn't know anything they were talking about. Yeah, she was green with envy that Eris Samael was attending and she wasn't lucky enough to be his mage, but the way Max talked he was--well, actually, Lilie couldn't really put her finger on it. But it was weird.
Brushing her bangs off her forehead, Lilie let out the tiniest protest as the bracelet somehow got caught in her hair. She really hated it--her hair was so fine it probably would tangle in the wind if she didn't comb it as often as she did! And of course it would tangle on something she couldn't afford to break. At least it wasn't too bad, and since most everyone was focused on the conversation, she could wrestle out the bracelet in peace. She placed it around her glass, content to stay without it for a little bit.
At Maddie's words, Lilie perked up considerably--Kanalie had texted her about it earlier, but she didn't get the chance to agree to it yet. Maybe if Aaron could go she could somehow scrounge up the courage to say how sorry she was for the kitchen fiasco, and maybe try to set the mood to try again? She definitely needed to get the real Aaron, not Butler Aaron, and it was good for him to get a break, anyway?
Letting out another giggle, she shook her head. "Firefly? I think I prefer Maestro, they'd definitely agree with me if they ever saw him play," Lilie said. Getting a tiny burst of impulsiveness, she dared herself to look at Aaron, though she ended up looking at Salem--she already figured Max would rather cut his arm off than go to another party. "I think it's a great idea, though! I love Moon's Mirror, it's definitely my second favorite to Chaend. Hm, I should probably ask if I could bring something, I'm sure I could get something together."
Brushing her bangs off her forehead, Lilie let out the tiniest protest as the bracelet somehow got caught in her hair. She really hated it--her hair was so fine it probably would tangle in the wind if she didn't comb it as often as she did! And of course it would tangle on something she couldn't afford to break. At least it wasn't too bad, and since most everyone was focused on the conversation, she could wrestle out the bracelet in peace. She placed it around her glass, content to stay without it for a little bit.
At Maddie's words, Lilie perked up considerably--Kanalie had texted her about it earlier, but she didn't get the chance to agree to it yet. Maybe if Aaron could go she could somehow scrounge up the courage to say how sorry she was for the kitchen fiasco, and maybe try to set the mood to try again? She definitely needed to get the real Aaron, not Butler Aaron, and it was good for him to get a break, anyway?
Letting out another giggle, she shook her head. "Firefly? I think I prefer Maestro, they'd definitely agree with me if they ever saw him play," Lilie said. Getting a tiny burst of impulsiveness, she dared herself to look at Aaron, though she ended up looking at Salem--she already figured Max would rather cut his arm off than go to another party. "I think it's a great idea, though! I love Moon's Mirror, it's definitely my second favorite to Chaend. Hm, I should probably ask if I could bring something, I'm sure I could get something together."
The countess must have read his mind, because there she was again, laying it out on old Benicio. The thought of both mage lovers disliking one another pleased him to no end, even if this time he was just a touch confused on this attack in particular. Why, were he the type to clutch his pearls, he might've been offended that the countess would even utter a word against Princess Ryner's security! But now it was obvious to Eris that Miss Holier-Than-Thou was only playing the part of the concerned noble: all she wanted to do was lay it thicker on Benson. Disappointing, but definitely entertaining. Too bad he couldn't comment on Sunny, but he had already been told off for being too soft on him. Oh well.
But something the Countess said had given Benji an odd look. Probably confusion--and for once Eris couldn't blame him cause he wasn't sure which incident the countess was talking about--and of course Eris couldn't just let that go.
Putting a strong tap at the base of his glass, Eris leaned forward a little, feigning confusion for a second before straightening up. "I believe you're mistaken with the shuffle of Eves, Countess," Eris said, holding up a finger. "Let me think...I believe you may be confusing Count Eve with the other male Count Eve, I believe his name was...Ikelos. Hm."
Holding up a finger, he reorganized the timeline in his head. "First was Countess Arianna, second was Ma--no, Ikelos was second, but he was replaced," Eris held up a second finger, correcting himself. "Countess Mariette was present for the arrest and the string of--I see now, I apologize, my timeline was off." He lied, chuckling. "But I don't think the countess is aware that the count was not present for any of the happenings the school has had the misfortune of experiencing. We can't very well put blame on the count, can we?"
Eris looked at Amaris, raising an eyebrow. "Unless you have reason to doubt the count?" He slowly asked. "I have to agree with Count Sinnenodel, you seem particularly peeved for someone of your station to be so concerned." A little too much? Probably. But if he wasn't here to sow chaos then he may as well have stayed home and caught up on his soap opera. And he'd be damned if he had to go home empty handed.
But something the Countess said had given Benji an odd look. Probably confusion--and for once Eris couldn't blame him cause he wasn't sure which incident the countess was talking about--and of course Eris couldn't just let that go.
Putting a strong tap at the base of his glass, Eris leaned forward a little, feigning confusion for a second before straightening up. "I believe you're mistaken with the shuffle of Eves, Countess," Eris said, holding up a finger. "Let me think...I believe you may be confusing Count Eve with the other male Count Eve, I believe his name was...Ikelos. Hm."
Holding up a finger, he reorganized the timeline in his head. "First was Countess Arianna, second was Ma--no, Ikelos was second, but he was replaced," Eris held up a second finger, correcting himself. "Countess Mariette was present for the arrest and the string of--I see now, I apologize, my timeline was off." He lied, chuckling. "But I don't think the countess is aware that the count was not present for any of the happenings the school has had the misfortune of experiencing. We can't very well put blame on the count, can we?"
Eris looked at Amaris, raising an eyebrow. "Unless you have reason to doubt the count?" He slowly asked. "I have to agree with Count Sinnenodel, you seem particularly peeved for someone of your station to be so concerned." A little too much? Probably. But if he wasn't here to sow chaos then he may as well have stayed home and caught up on his soap opera. And he'd be damned if he had to go home empty handed.
Planting the seeds~
"I'd be surprised if you did know. Crest knowledge and research isn't nearly as commonplace as it should be," Tomai replied to Lienna's comment without skipping a beat, whatever negativity he had definitely wasn't aimed at her in particular. He did drop the unpleasantness, rising from his seat and walking over to the chalkboard nearby. Cautiously flipping it over to its blank side, he began a series of strokes, creating a circle of what looked like symbols. Once he finished, he tapped each one--twenty taps--before going to the blank center and drawing one last symbol.
Satisfied, he turned to Lienna. "You're correct. Crests were often rumored to give minor blessings varying from bloodline to bloodline, but on a whole were consistent with their effects," He told her. "When looking at crest bearers, to the naked eye nothing stood out about them. It was said some people went their entire lives without even knowing they even have crests. One could argue that aside from showing up on a Hanneman Machine, nothing separated a crest bearer from the rest of humanity."
Pinching the bridge of his nose, he shook his head. "And this changed around three or so centuries ago. The first count came from one of the Emperor's children who disappeared from the sight of a maid. It was not magic, but an inherent ability. The child bore the Crest of Cethleann, yet their elder sibling who bore the same crest exhibited no such abilities," Tomai revealed. "It wasn't until a decade later that another recorded incident appeared: one bearing the crest of Gautier held a strength that could topple walls with their bare fists. Within the century, almost one hundred differentiating crest bearers were discovered to have these innate abelites."
Tomai was more than certain Lienna would have thought that he was giving her the runaround, but he deemed the information necessary before continuing. "The only hint we have is that the archbishop at the time, Archbishop Rhea, received a revelation from the Goddess after an unnoted tragedy befell a village called Remire. While the details of that day are unclear, the revelation that Archbishop Rhea received stated that Fódlan was in need of unification, and to help the people, the goddess' blessings would change to lead Fódlan to a better future."
He paused for a moment, giving Lienna a slight shrug. "The Emperor's child was born that night. The timeline is...too solid to discredit the revelation," He reluctantly admitted. "That said, I think whatever happened in Remire is what changed the crests and not the revelation. And that something is this."
Tomai circled the symbol in the center. "The Crest of Flames. None have held it since the days of Nemesis...but a few personal accounts from those that lived in Remire witnessed its return. I believe that the final crest coming to Fódlan somehow amplified the other crests," He gave the board a tap. "Twenty one crests. Twenty manifestations. Each unique, and despite multiple studies, there is no consistency between crest and power. While it's still being researched on why, I think the fault lying in the Crest of Flames is more likely than believing it to be some random blessing."
Putting the chalk down, he walked over to his seat and sat down, turning the nest page. "It's a lot to take in, but you seem bright enough to handle it," He said, as if it was some weird apology for talking too much.
Satisfied, he turned to Lienna. "You're correct. Crests were often rumored to give minor blessings varying from bloodline to bloodline, but on a whole were consistent with their effects," He told her. "When looking at crest bearers, to the naked eye nothing stood out about them. It was said some people went their entire lives without even knowing they even have crests. One could argue that aside from showing up on a Hanneman Machine, nothing separated a crest bearer from the rest of humanity."
Pinching the bridge of his nose, he shook his head. "And this changed around three or so centuries ago. The first count came from one of the Emperor's children who disappeared from the sight of a maid. It was not magic, but an inherent ability. The child bore the Crest of Cethleann, yet their elder sibling who bore the same crest exhibited no such abilities," Tomai revealed. "It wasn't until a decade later that another recorded incident appeared: one bearing the crest of Gautier held a strength that could topple walls with their bare fists. Within the century, almost one hundred differentiating crest bearers were discovered to have these innate abelites."
Tomai was more than certain Lienna would have thought that he was giving her the runaround, but he deemed the information necessary before continuing. "The only hint we have is that the archbishop at the time, Archbishop Rhea, received a revelation from the Goddess after an unnoted tragedy befell a village called Remire. While the details of that day are unclear, the revelation that Archbishop Rhea received stated that Fódlan was in need of unification, and to help the people, the goddess' blessings would change to lead Fódlan to a better future."
He paused for a moment, giving Lienna a slight shrug. "The Emperor's child was born that night. The timeline is...too solid to discredit the revelation," He reluctantly admitted. "That said, I think whatever happened in Remire is what changed the crests and not the revelation. And that something is this."
Tomai circled the symbol in the center. "The Crest of Flames. None have held it since the days of Nemesis...but a few personal accounts from those that lived in Remire witnessed its return. I believe that the final crest coming to Fódlan somehow amplified the other crests," He gave the board a tap. "Twenty one crests. Twenty manifestations. Each unique, and despite multiple studies, there is no consistency between crest and power. While it's still being researched on why, I think the fault lying in the Crest of Flames is more likely than believing it to be some random blessing."
Putting the chalk down, he walked over to his seat and sat down, turning the nest page. "It's a lot to take in, but you seem bright enough to handle it," He said, as if it was some weird apology for talking too much.
Ioannis couldn't help his blush, his smile humble as he shook his head at Auberon's compliment. He listened patiently to the conversation, interested as they spoke of the other students. Once it was time for him to speak, he remembered himself, straightening up just a touch--though he was still much more relaxed around the pair than he had been with others. At Clarissa's question, Ioannis's lips parted, but he hesitated, as if surprised. After a second, however, he put on his smile again.
"I did. After some encouragement from Lady Arianthe, I felt that I should make a statement to the Officers Academy. Particularly with the class arrangements," He admitted. "There are some in the clergy that did not think a child should have any say in the manners of the church and academy, and that I should leave things to Sirius. I suppose that paints me in a poor light, but rest assured that I had the best intentions. I really do think that the Rose Unit will be a shining example on the unit system because if those in highborn and lowborn can come together, then we will have succeeded in unifying the people a little more."
Ioannis shifted just a touch, taking in a small breath. "I...I am sorry if that is too much! I seem to be rambling!" He laughed. "I've never actually admitted any of that to anyone, but I suppose it must be because you're both of great character!" He beamed, the small beads in his headpiece clinking together as he looked between the pair.
"I'm always happy to hear from the students, though. If you have any other questions, I'm more than happy to answer them!"
"I did. After some encouragement from Lady Arianthe, I felt that I should make a statement to the Officers Academy. Particularly with the class arrangements," He admitted. "There are some in the clergy that did not think a child should have any say in the manners of the church and academy, and that I should leave things to Sirius. I suppose that paints me in a poor light, but rest assured that I had the best intentions. I really do think that the Rose Unit will be a shining example on the unit system because if those in highborn and lowborn can come together, then we will have succeeded in unifying the people a little more."
Ioannis shifted just a touch, taking in a small breath. "I...I am sorry if that is too much! I seem to be rambling!" He laughed. "I've never actually admitted any of that to anyone, but I suppose it must be because you're both of great character!" He beamed, the small beads in his headpiece clinking together as he looked between the pair.
"I'm always happy to hear from the students, though. If you have any other questions, I'm more than happy to answer them!"
Boy oh boy, Eris couldn't believe he missed the previous bickering. But eh, Count Benson was doing okay at answering Varis' line of questions. At least he wasn't completely hopeless, but there wasn't anything he could properly attack without drawing ire from someone whose opinion actually mattered. At least the blood was alright--pleasant enough that one wouldn't retch, but not so impressive that anyone would think to ask him for more.
Blood aside, he didn't know what was worse, Benji over there giving him no wiggle room or the silent duo just watching. He had almost forgotten all about the Astorio--if it wasn't for Sunny coming in to exchange the glasses, he wouldn't have even thought to look that way.--and it looked like the countess put herself in a time out corner for bickering with Bentley. That or she was trying to look 'intelligent' as those bookish usually called themselves when they would only observe. The problem with just watching was that they'd go nowhere whenever they finally decided to do something.
Eris honestly should have known it would fall to him to salvage the conversation--what would Varis do without him aside from whine at him well into the morning? The blonde straightened up a touch before leaning backwards in his seat, looking over at Benard. "It looks like the count has made an impression on the room," He commented airily. It wasn't entirely an insult per se, but at least it would get the ball rolling and smush that ego a little. "I think you've shocked these two into silence. But since no one else is piping up, there is something I'm curious about."
Smile lessened, eyes sharpened, and just a hint of concern: the perfect cocktail for an expression that made it seem like Eris might care about the response he was going to get. "Your comment on archery was curious--you don't really seem like the type for violence," He admitted that much first, letting it sink in before continuing with, "Not to suck the drink out of an empty cup, but with a little mouse as your mage while you're here, do you find it necessary to find other means to defend yourself?"
He wasn't going to let that linger for too long--he didn't want an answer to that, he was going in for his own strike. "It's a weird question, I know, but I think your little mouse might've gotten that impression, too," There was almost a sparkle in his eye as he spoke. "There's been talk of some sort of underground fighting arena of some sort, and who would be at the helm but the very obvious Astorio mage and his apparent partner-in-crime: one Eve mage."
Blood aside, he didn't know what was worse, Benji over there giving him no wiggle room or the silent duo just watching. He had almost forgotten all about the Astorio--if it wasn't for Sunny coming in to exchange the glasses, he wouldn't have even thought to look that way.--and it looked like the countess put herself in a time out corner for bickering with Bentley. That or she was trying to look 'intelligent' as those bookish usually called themselves when they would only observe. The problem with just watching was that they'd go nowhere whenever they finally decided to do something.
Eris honestly should have known it would fall to him to salvage the conversation--what would Varis do without him aside from whine at him well into the morning? The blonde straightened up a touch before leaning backwards in his seat, looking over at Benard. "It looks like the count has made an impression on the room," He commented airily. It wasn't entirely an insult per se, but at least it would get the ball rolling and smush that ego a little. "I think you've shocked these two into silence. But since no one else is piping up, there is something I'm curious about."
Smile lessened, eyes sharpened, and just a hint of concern: the perfect cocktail for an expression that made it seem like Eris might care about the response he was going to get. "Your comment on archery was curious--you don't really seem like the type for violence," He admitted that much first, letting it sink in before continuing with, "Not to suck the drink out of an empty cup, but with a little mouse as your mage while you're here, do you find it necessary to find other means to defend yourself?"
He wasn't going to let that linger for too long--he didn't want an answer to that, he was going in for his own strike. "It's a weird question, I know, but I think your little mouse might've gotten that impression, too," There was almost a sparkle in his eye as he spoke. "There's been talk of some sort of underground fighting arena of some sort, and who would be at the helm but the very obvious Astorio mage and his apparent partner-in-crime: one Eve mage."
A gaggle of curious students had filed into the seats around the small arena, an odd eagerness in the crowd. The chattering created a buzz around the place, something an exasperated Kaira noted as she took her seat in the front. She locked eyes with Michail, who seemed just as excited as the other students, much to her dismay. At the very least should anything go wrong, she was prepared to intervene. Of course, she also hoped Michail would conduct the match appropriately--it wouldn’t do to have an incident happen so early.
Michail watched Valerian enter, grinning at the other blond as he tapped what looked like a long, wooden pole to the ground. Once he was close enough, Michail decided to be the responsible professor he was expected to be. He raised his free hand, the talk along the stands quieting. “Just a few things before we start,” He said cheerfully, holding up a finger. “The first one to hit the ground loses. You’re free to come at me with everything you have: your sword, any magic you may know, or whatever else you have up your sleeve.” He held up a second finger as he spoke.
Slowly lifting the third finger, there was a gleam in his eye as he said, “I’ll warn you now, I’m only going to hit you once. If you’re still standing after that, we’ll call it a win.”
Valerian’s eyes didn’t share the same gleam Michail had; they seemed already defeated. With what little optimism he had left he put on a fake smile and retorted, “Then I’ll just have to dodge once then Sir Knight.” Somehow he couldn’t stop from making the situation even worse.
“That’ll be the challenge, eh?” Michail seemed to agree, remaining relaxed as he spun his weapon around him, pointing one end at Valerian. “Bring back that gusto from the classroom and come at me with everything you have!”
Those words spurred something inside of Valerian. “You’re going to regret those words sir!” Valerian playfully let out. Twirling his sword the young lad broke out into a beast-like sprint, only one thing was on his mind landing a blow on the man in front of him. Gripping his sword with both hands Valerian threw all his weight into a downward slash towards Michail.
Michail’s eyes narrowed as if he noticed something, though by the time Valerian reached him he had straightened up. He shook his head in disapproval as he sidestepped the attack, the top of his pole looping around Valerian’s sword and sliding down the wood, effectively speeding up his descent. With a surprising amount of strength in a small move, he used the boy’s own momentum to toss him away.
Valerian stumbled from the sudden shift of weight, flailing one of his arms while another held straight trying to reestablish some sense of balance. The area around Valerian’s upright hand started to distort, appearing to be a miniature maelstrom. With a smirk and a single word “Gotcha!” the miniature storm leapt from Valerian’s hand tearing a path towards Michail, while shifting enough of Valerian’s weight to allow him to regain some composure.
The unexpected spell came at an unfortunate time, hitting Michail square in the shoulder. For all intents and purposes it was a direct hit, sending the knight back as he skidded to a halt. Letting out a low whistle, Michail grinned. “Not bad, not bad,” He complimented Valerian. “Thought I had you there, but your reflexes are better than I expected.”
“Thank you Sir! I have good reflexes, but I lack the training.” Valerian gave a little bow before moving towards Michail with his blade pointed at him. This was his chance for an offensive to work, letting loose a flurry of slashes towards Michail. High, left, low, right, upwards, downwards, slashes came from Valerian. He was gaining some ground, but something felt off about this. Trusting his instincts Valerian stopped for a split second.
At that point, Michail decided it was time to end the fight. That same gleam in his eye returned, an energy bursting forth as he slammed the pole against Valerian's weapon.
“I see that now. Unfortunately, this is where it ends,” He informed him of his decision with the same cheerfulness as before, swinging the pole over his head. Valerian parried it easily, albeit the time between that and Michail suddenly kicking the back of Valerian’s knee was mere milliseconds. There wasn’t a chance to react before the student suddenly found himself getting thwacked away by a swift kick, sending the poor guy flying and landing on his back.
Michail straightened up, shooting the kid a grin as he rested his elbow on the pole. “That’s the game, then!” He called it at that point. “Look at that, it took more than one hit, too. Just a little polish and maybe you’ll make a decent knight someday.”
Michail watched Valerian enter, grinning at the other blond as he tapped what looked like a long, wooden pole to the ground. Once he was close enough, Michail decided to be the responsible professor he was expected to be. He raised his free hand, the talk along the stands quieting. “Just a few things before we start,” He said cheerfully, holding up a finger. “The first one to hit the ground loses. You’re free to come at me with everything you have: your sword, any magic you may know, or whatever else you have up your sleeve.” He held up a second finger as he spoke.
Slowly lifting the third finger, there was a gleam in his eye as he said, “I’ll warn you now, I’m only going to hit you once. If you’re still standing after that, we’ll call it a win.”
Valerian’s eyes didn’t share the same gleam Michail had; they seemed already defeated. With what little optimism he had left he put on a fake smile and retorted, “Then I’ll just have to dodge once then Sir Knight.” Somehow he couldn’t stop from making the situation even worse.
“That’ll be the challenge, eh?” Michail seemed to agree, remaining relaxed as he spun his weapon around him, pointing one end at Valerian. “Bring back that gusto from the classroom and come at me with everything you have!”
Those words spurred something inside of Valerian. “You’re going to regret those words sir!” Valerian playfully let out. Twirling his sword the young lad broke out into a beast-like sprint, only one thing was on his mind landing a blow on the man in front of him. Gripping his sword with both hands Valerian threw all his weight into a downward slash towards Michail.
Michail’s eyes narrowed as if he noticed something, though by the time Valerian reached him he had straightened up. He shook his head in disapproval as he sidestepped the attack, the top of his pole looping around Valerian’s sword and sliding down the wood, effectively speeding up his descent. With a surprising amount of strength in a small move, he used the boy’s own momentum to toss him away.
Valerian stumbled from the sudden shift of weight, flailing one of his arms while another held straight trying to reestablish some sense of balance. The area around Valerian’s upright hand started to distort, appearing to be a miniature maelstrom. With a smirk and a single word “Gotcha!” the miniature storm leapt from Valerian’s hand tearing a path towards Michail, while shifting enough of Valerian’s weight to allow him to regain some composure.
The unexpected spell came at an unfortunate time, hitting Michail square in the shoulder. For all intents and purposes it was a direct hit, sending the knight back as he skidded to a halt. Letting out a low whistle, Michail grinned. “Not bad, not bad,” He complimented Valerian. “Thought I had you there, but your reflexes are better than I expected.”
“Thank you Sir! I have good reflexes, but I lack the training.” Valerian gave a little bow before moving towards Michail with his blade pointed at him. This was his chance for an offensive to work, letting loose a flurry of slashes towards Michail. High, left, low, right, upwards, downwards, slashes came from Valerian. He was gaining some ground, but something felt off about this. Trusting his instincts Valerian stopped for a split second.
At that point, Michail decided it was time to end the fight. That same gleam in his eye returned, an energy bursting forth as he slammed the pole against Valerian's weapon.
“I see that now. Unfortunately, this is where it ends,” He informed him of his decision with the same cheerfulness as before, swinging the pole over his head. Valerian parried it easily, albeit the time between that and Michail suddenly kicking the back of Valerian’s knee was mere milliseconds. There wasn’t a chance to react before the student suddenly found himself getting thwacked away by a swift kick, sending the poor guy flying and landing on his back.
Michail straightened up, shooting the kid a grin as he rested his elbow on the pole. “That’s the game, then!” He called it at that point. “Look at that, it took more than one hit, too. Just a little polish and maybe you’ll make a decent knight someday.”
With some time between it, the practical was a mixed bag of fun and shame. Lilie absolutely loved the concept of it--advanced magic weaving challenges and testing their abilities was fantastic--but the rest of it was still trying to settle in her mind. She had revealed an awful lot about herself and had to confront some things she didn't want to, and that part wasn't as great as the magic. Still, she'd be lying if she said she didn't enjoy it, she just wasn't really sure if she wanted to open that can of worms.
She wasn't sure what Max's point was, but she didn't think asking was a good idea. Their experiences were also a lot different than hers, now that she thought about it. Fighting a vampire seemed terrifying, even if it was a test! When Aaron mentioned the other challenge, however, Lilie realized she could definitely mention those without spilling everything.
"All the ones we ran into were cooperative," Lilie piped up, taking a second to remember. "Let's see...the best one had to be where we had to go through these pools of water with these stones that made it way easier to control the water, it was like getting a look into the future when I have better control over my magic."
"One we failed was a little dull, but it didn't make too much sense to me," She admitted. "It was a statue of King Noila, and he said 'Fear the one that does not fear me.' And it was Sybil Sinnenodel, but she was a lot younger. 'No man may make me kneel, no vampire demand dominion,' she said. I don't really get what it was trying to say, but Ben--Count Eve seemed kinda miffed."
She frowned to herself as she remembered the worst one, letting out a tiny sigh. "And then there was the whole 'give and take' one, though. 'A simple gesture, chaste and true, holds more wishes than words ever do. Out the door and back at morn, a good luck charm with no shape and form yet it lingers in heat and memory too. Given and taken in willing exchange, only this can win the game.' Whoever wanted to see a kiss between a vampire and a mage had a really bad sense of humor," She muttered, downing some of her drink with a frown.
Realizing she had been talking for a while, she cleared her throat. "We did a lot of challenges, but I don't think we even reached the one hundred percent mark since we failed some of them. Maybe next time, we'll do better, but he--the count did say one of the princess' objectives definitely happened for us. Whatever that means."
She wasn't sure what Max's point was, but she didn't think asking was a good idea. Their experiences were also a lot different than hers, now that she thought about it. Fighting a vampire seemed terrifying, even if it was a test! When Aaron mentioned the other challenge, however, Lilie realized she could definitely mention those without spilling everything.
"All the ones we ran into were cooperative," Lilie piped up, taking a second to remember. "Let's see...the best one had to be where we had to go through these pools of water with these stones that made it way easier to control the water, it was like getting a look into the future when I have better control over my magic."
"One we failed was a little dull, but it didn't make too much sense to me," She admitted. "It was a statue of King Noila, and he said 'Fear the one that does not fear me.' And it was Sybil Sinnenodel, but she was a lot younger. 'No man may make me kneel, no vampire demand dominion,' she said. I don't really get what it was trying to say, but Ben--Count Eve seemed kinda miffed."
She frowned to herself as she remembered the worst one, letting out a tiny sigh. "And then there was the whole 'give and take' one, though. 'A simple gesture, chaste and true, holds more wishes than words ever do. Out the door and back at morn, a good luck charm with no shape and form yet it lingers in heat and memory too. Given and taken in willing exchange, only this can win the game.' Whoever wanted to see a kiss between a vampire and a mage had a really bad sense of humor," She muttered, downing some of her drink with a frown.
Realizing she had been talking for a while, she cleared her throat. "We did a lot of challenges, but I don't think we even reached the one hundred percent mark since we failed some of them. Maybe next time, we'll do better, but he--the count did say one of the princess' objectives definitely happened for us. Whatever that means."
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