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Lyarea's vision was abruptly blocked as someone pushed past her. Almost immediately the voices flooded her mind, and her hands instinctively went to her ears.

Chrysalis! A sword! A living sword!

Brittle, another voice said. But it learns from its blows and grows stronger for it. Honed by its fellows, quenched in blood...

Lyarea looked in the direction the man had gone. After a moment, she put on her mask.

You think this is impressive? A third voice asked as she walked past a snoring girl. I saw another just this morning. A real sword, not flesh and blood like this one here.

Lyarea tried to remember if this voice had told the truth before. There was a minority on the Council who always lied.

I saw nothing like that, she thought.

It walked and talked like a man, but it was a sword just the same, the voice replied. I think you'll find he's gone that way. Lyarea instinctively knew which direction it referred to, and found it was right.

Making sure to stay a safe distance behind the man, she followed him.
Lyarea felt energy thrumming through her bones, like it did every night, and she shifted in her seat with some impatience. On moonless nights her muscles felt coiled and full of explosive power, and she knew she could dash for hours without ever slowing down. Tonight she simply had no need of sleep.

She pulled back her hood and looked around at the audience to pass the time. No mask tonight; she had no plans to steal anything yet.

The music stopped and Elizabeth walked onto the stage. Lyarea listened intently. She was not familiar with the history of Arcadia, and it sounded like a fascinating tale. Still, she thought the warrior king's ideas had some merit.

Excellent. My companion here maintains that the mage son was entirely correct, and I simply cannot get him to see reason. Would you like to assist in this matter?

Maybe later,
she thought as the curtain rose and the warrior king strode onto the stage. He was heavily armoured, with white in his hair and beard. He drew his sword, issuing his challenge to the kingdom.

A real blade, half the voices chorused. Marvellous!

The warrior is little more than a boy,
the other half said. The pretence hides his fair looks well. A match for you, chrysalis?

Lyarea smiled despite herself. Perhaps she would talk to him later. For now, she leaned forward, eager to watch the oncoming duel.
"I have." Lyarea smiled back as she shook the hand Elizabeth offered. "Congratulations. I hope your husband brings you joy in all the years ahead."

I love weddings, one of the voices said dreamily. People marry the person in their heads and sometimes they actually exist. Do you remember the ceremonies back home?

Yes,
another replied. I also remember you petitioning the chrysalis to take bigger portions of the feast than her due. You always were a glutton.

Lyarea tuned out the ensuing argument with a mental sigh. The Council never could stay silent for long.

"It is very kind of your family to organise festivities for the entire town," she said to Elizabeth.
As Lyarea made her way to the town centre, a shadow passed overhead and there was a loud whirring of motors. Looking up, she saw it was a sky-ship. A logo she'd seen frequently in her travels was painted on both sides; the Church of Mére.

Only the most senior members used them. Why were they here? Perhaps they were visiting the Arcadian monarch; she wondered why they needed to travel here so quickly—

A good question. Listening in on them would be an excellent use of your capabilities—

The barest shred of annoyance at having her thoughts interrupted, and a wave of shushes drowned it out.

She reached the town centre soon after. There was a fountain with a statue of a woman, Mére probably, and a few others milling about. A girl slightly younger than her stood at the fountain. She was golden-haired and wearing an extravagant white dress. The bride, certainly.

Her family had to be wealthy. Not nobility; that would've been splashed all over the posters. The sweet young daughter of a rich merchant, beloved by the town...

She shook her head. It was in the past. There was never anything she could have done, and there was nothing she could do now.

It occurred to her that she should introduce herself, congratulate her on her marriage. She put away her mask and walked towards the younger girl.

"Hello," she said from behind her. "You must be Elizabeth Tite." People started shouting at that moment, and she turned her head slightly to look at the commotion.
Lyarea adjusted her hood as she walked through the town. She had arrived in Arcia two days earlier, and was currently staying at a nearby inn. Why the Council insisted she leave the town she was staying in every year was beyond her. Was it because she'd begun to put down roots?

Not precisely, chrysalis, a few voices said. It was dull, true, but there are more important things.

Like a festival,
another voice said. This was followed by a burst of laughter and excited murmuring from the others. Lyarea had seen the people setting up the streamers, posters and other decorations, and she was curious.Who was Elizabeth Tite, for the entire town to celebrate her wedding in this way?

And there'll be a play! Chrysalis, you must go. We insist on it.

I did no such thing.
It was the voice which had spoken to her all those years ago. She had not heard it since leaving her birthplace. Lyarea, attend the festival and go to the play if you wish. It is of no consequence to me and every importance to you.

Lyarea blinked. What did it mean by that?

Were you asking us, chrysalis?

No
, she thought. Be silent now. They obliged.

It would be interesting to go, she mused as she reached into her cloak pocket. There would be songs and dances, and food.

And people, She finished as she put her mask on. Her skin tingled faintly as the enchantment slid over it. With purses.
Bye Ergo. Real life always comes first. I do hope you come back after this gets sorted out.

I have tests coming up and other roleplays I'm involved in, so I don't think I can devote enough time to GM. Besides, I've never been in an advanced roleplay before. Still in this as a player though.
*collapses*
BKburke: It's not that at all. I thought your race was really hardcore, and the abilities were pretty well-thought out. Plus you managed to write his history without going on for several paragraphs like I did... Oh well, I still got accepted.
Holy shit.
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