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It's not Easter yet but thank you
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Interacting with: @Hero @Achronum

Aaron stiffened when Salem approached; he’d known he was coming down to speak to Varis, but that didn’t make him any more comfortable kneeling beneath the pair of them, talked over like a piece of furniture. His ears burned as the pair of them spoke, but he kept his eyes trained almost angrily on the floor, reluctant to put a muscle out of place and doing his best to push his embarrassment from his mind. But soon enough, Salem was gone (Aaron making a mental note to speak to him about his interest in the Sinnenodels later) and there was a pause before Varis spoke again, addressing the celebrity in the Sinnenodel seat.

While Aaron wasn’t exactly thrilled to be introduced to Eris-freaking-Samael on his knees, he was rather more concerned with what Varis said next. He was his mage until the end of his time at the Academy? What on earth? As far as Aaron knew, mage transfers from family to family were most often permanent, especially between noble families transferring mages from high-profile lines. Aaron had thought - and taken comfort in the idea - that the Noilas giving him to Varis was some kind of diplomatic gesture, but now apparently the Count had no plans of keeping him. What then, had he been transferred to Varis for re-training? Aaron had never heard of such a thing happening to anyone else in his family, and he would have thought that someone might have told him if that were the case. Or was he truly so disappointing that he’d be passed around from family to family until someone decided he was worth keeping?

A pit formed in his stomach at the thought. Families like his had a word for mages like that, but it wasn’t exactly appropriate for polite company.

After what felt like an eternity, he was allowed to stand - Varis didn’t seem annoyed with him, at least - and Aaron rose gratefully, pushing those thoughts aside to be fretted over later. The Count introduced Eris as a friend, more or less, and Aaron acknowledged with a dip of the head to Varis and a more proper bow to Eris, as he would for someone of a Count’s station. “An honour, sir,” he told Eris, painting on a polite, well-practiced smile even as the stone in his stomach refused to disappear.


Feliks gave Katya an incredulous look, making a ‘what?’ gesture with cigarette in hand. How absorbed in that tapestry was she that she hadn’t heard him come in? He wasn’t exactly the most graceful or stealthy of walkers. Maybe she was hard of hearing, but whatever the reason, Feliks didn’t appreciate the tone.

He opened his mouth to retort, but his sarcastic quip died in his throat when he got a proper look at Katya. Or, well, Katya and the tapestry; for standing there next to the likeness of the Grand Duchess Katerina, all shock-blonde hair and wide azure eyes, even in that potato sack of an outfit Katya was a spitting image of long-dead Russian royalty.

He stared up the stairs at her for probably a little too long, finally closing his mouth when he brought his cigarette back to it. The gears in his head were turning again, but this time he didn’t halt them; something about seeing that the resemblance he’d perceived at first wasn’t a figment of his imagination lit a spark in his head.

Descending a few steps, Feliks' stare seemed a little more intense than before. Katya raised an eyebrow as she came to a halt, placing her hands on her hips as she gave him her own stare. “Why are you looking at me like that?” She asked him.

Katya’s words yanked Feliks out of his reverie, the man blinking rapidly up at her as he came back to his senses. “Sorry, I was looking at the tapestry,” he apologized, quickly finishing off his cigarette and flicking it away before ascending the steps. He made his way up with some difficulty, using the handrail (thankfully not too unstable) as support as he went, though his eyes were still locked on the tapestry at the top. He passed Katya on the stairs as he went, coming to a halt just in front of the tapestry before looking back down to her.

“I hear this was made shortly before the siege,” he commented, seemingly out of the blue before looking back at the tapestry, “Makes you wonder what they might have looked like if they had the chance to grow up, doesn’t it?”
Ariella I

Fallow Hill, the Riverlands


Ariella finally let out the breath she was holding when her mother finally left the Great Hall, presumably to go haunt her father’s study. Sitting down in a chair at the table, she put a hand over her mouth, blinking rapidly and struggling to swallow the lump in her throat. Why that witch had to torment her like that was beyond her, but it stung all the more as she remembered her foolish hope and subsequent disappointment that morning at seeing that her father and Edmund hadn’t miraculously found Morgain on their travels and brought him back with them.

She took a sharp breath when she heard someone enter the Hall, sitting up straighter and doing her best to banish her upset from her face. The source of the sound, a serving girl, approached her and curtsied, receiving a nod in return. “Would you like some lunch, milady?”

Ariella smiled. “No thank you, Evelyn, I’m not hungry.”

Evelyn looked concerned. “Are you sure milady? You barely ate nothin’ this mornin’.”

Ariella shook her head. “I’m fine, thank you.”

Evelyn looked unsatisfied but didn’t press the issue, simply curtsying and heading back to the kitchen, leaving Ariella alone again. She didn’t inger there long, though, loath to lose herself in grief anywhere anyone could see her. She needed to find a distraction, and opted to head back to the stables, hoping to take refuge in the hills again.

~ /// ~

“Shh, hey now, be still,” Ariella cooed, tightening her pull on the reins just a touch as she coaxed the slim black destrier to back up a few steps. This horse was young, meant to be a warhorse someday, but still antsy and a little mischievous. Truly, it was a blessing in disguise; Ariella couldn’t bring herself to take Thunder back out after having had so little rest after their morning outing, so she’d opted for this one, nicknamed ‘Snap’ for his little attitude. Luckily, Ariella was no novice, and in fact, Snap’s naughty tendencies had made for an excellent distraction from her troubles. Unlike Thunder, who could operate almost of his own accord, Snap needed constant attention and correction, leaving Ariella little time to dwell on her sorrows.

“That’s it, you’re a smart fellow after all!” She congratulated the horse, the beast having finally figured out what she was asking of him and reversing a few steps, calming down a bit. They had stopped in their ride for this little exercise after Snap had been spooked by some birds flying out of the brush in the harvested field they were traversing; the poor thing had bolted, carrying the two of them quite a distance before Ariella got him back under control. She had found in the past that some basic training exercises could help bring a horse back down to normal after such an affair, and luckily, it seemed to have worked.

As Ariella pet Snap’s neck as a reward, a gust of wind brought with it a faint bout of shouting, though she couldn’t make out the words. Finally looking up from the horse, Ariella spotted a group of men standing in a line a little ways off; after squinting into the distance for a moment, she spotted the bows in their hands, and the lumps of targets they must have been aiming at. Of course! That was the training range the men set up every week or so. Snap must have carried them farther than she’d thought.

Intrigued, Ariella turned Snap toward the group (doing an impromptu spin in the process to keep him thinking) before coaxing him into a gallop. Now, running Snap could do well; he wasted no time getting up to speed and before she knew it, Ariella had to slow him before they simply bowled the archers over. She approached the group from behind, slowing Snap down to a walk; a few of the archers waiting their turn saw her and bowed, but she held up a hand to stop them, smiling warmly as she neared the only two men who weren’t shooting.

“Ser Baldric, good afternoon!” she greeted brightly, invigorated from the ride, “And Robert, glad to see you back in one piece.” She offered a smile, then looked to the archers. “How are the men performing?”

Interacting with: @Hero @Trainerblue192 and kinda @Achronum mentioning @WeepingLiberty

The exchange down at the front was doing nothing to help Aaron calm himself down. A Marivaldi Countess was challenging Eris Samael, and he just brushed it off like it was nothing! Yet again it was a display of disrespect that usually would have horrified Aaron, but the whole situation was just so absurd he couldn’t help but laugh. Or, rather, struggle valiantly not to laugh, managing to keep quiet but eventually having to cover his mouth to contain his grin.

It was actually a blessing when Varis snapped at the class, bringing Aaron down from his giddiness as he regained control of the room. Finally, as the whispers died down and the lecture continued, Aaron could breathe and concentrate. Varis’ answer to Salem’s question was surprising, though he supposed there was no reason why it should be; Salem had asked a salient question, hardly worthy of reproach, but still Varis’ reward seemed high. Inwardly, he shrugged; he supposed he just hadn’t judged Varis to be the “rewarding” type at all, but maybe he was biased.

The bell rang quite soon, though a glance at his watch told Aaron that time had apparently just gone by faster than expected. Looking up from his watch, though, his eyes locked with Varis’, the vampire snapping at his feet. Here? Now?! Was the Count angry with him, or was this just going to be a routine occurrence?

Aaron stiffened at Varis’ look, thoroughly chastened, but quickly set to collecting his things, loath to keep the Count waiting. Rising abruptly from his seat, he tried not to make it too obvious that he was rushing, though the smile and wave he offered Salem and Lilie might have been a little stiffer than he intended. Lilie tried to say something as he left, but regretfully he cut her off before he heard what it was with a hurried, “I’m sorry, I have to go, I’ll try to catch up with you guys in a little while, okay?”

He didn’t wait for a reply before he worked his way between desks and people to the centre aisle, striding down to the stage in a bit of a hurry. He carried himself with dignity, as he always did, but he had to swallow that pride as he stepped onto the stage, sinking fluidly to one knee on the spot that Varis had indicated. He kept his eyes trained carefully on the floor, though it wasn’t just out of respect; he was very focused on ignoring the fact that the whole lecture hall could see him.
not GoT but
Interacting with: @Hero @Trainerblue192
Mentioning: @WeepingLiberty @Achronum

It wasn’t long after Aaron directed his attention to the front that a tap on the shoulder alerted him to… Lilie! And she was sitting next to him! A wide smile cracked across his face, and he gave her a wave, but was reluctant to talk; Varis would surely hear them if they did, and he’d hate to give the vampire any reason to be cross with him so early in the night, especially with the opportunity for redemption within reach.

Speaking of which, Lilie had brought Salem with her, who sat on her other side. Maybe he just wanted to sit next to Lilie, though Aaron had a sneaking suspicion he was looking for a little distance from him as well. Aaron offered a wave nonetheless, but promptly directed his attention to Varis as the lecture began. The first section of the lesson was simple housekeeping, but Aaron had to admit he was interested; he'd never been in a class with other people before, and working in groups was intriguing. Of course, his interest was overshadowed when Salem asked to speak to Varis after class. Did the man actually have a death wish? Why on earth did he want to draw more attention to himself after what happened last night? Aaron tossed Salem a subtle questioning look, but snapped back to attention as soon as he could, very conscious of the fact that Varis could see him.  

Unlike many in the hall, Aaron didn’t bother taking notes; he knew the Treaty intimately, not only having had it drilled into his head by virtue of his education as a Starag, but having actively and enthusiastically studied it on his own. He’d thrown himself into it as early as he’d been able to wrap his head around it; not only was it the document that governed the world, but it was one of very few tangible relics of his grandfather, a remnant not only of his diplomacy, but also his intellect. Aaron knew the names of its writers like beloved characters from his childhood; Morgan le Fey was a legend to him, and Landar Starag, practically a god. He recalled the sense of wonder he still sometimes got when he read the Treaty, knowing that Landar himself had read over those very words, not to mention written many of them. It was the closest he’d ever get to meeting the man in person; no wonder he got a little prick of irritation when he saw a good number of students in front of him largely ignoring the lecture.

Nonetheless, hearing about the Treaty did wonders for Aaron’s mood. Even knowing the subject matter so well, he listened with rapt attention as Varis talked about it, interested to hear how he described it. Aaron was a little surprised at how enthused Varis seemed about the Guardianship Clause, though it wasn’t as if the vampire didn’t have good reason. The Guardianship Clause was a personal favourite of Aaron’s as well: Not only was it a legal work of art, as Varis noted, but the concept behind it was absolutely genius. Morgan le Fey had been able to consider vampiric nature alongside urgent human needs in her solution to the problem of overfeeding, balancing punishments with incentives to achieve results that neither could get on its own. Giving vampires specific mages that only they had the right to feed from not only protected mages from being preyed upon at random, but incentivized the vampires who possessed them to care for them, as opposed to draining them dry and tossing them aside like the old days; after all, under the Guardianship Clause, a vampire’s food source was no longer unlimited, and had to be maintained. The Clause reconciled the needs of mages with the wants and jealous nature of vampires in such a way that both forced and encouraged vampires and mages to work together, and was enormously successful as a result; Aaron couldn’t imagine another solution which could have eradicated overfeeding in the space of only a few years. It was absolutely fascinating, and he was happy to see Varis giving it the credit it was due. Maybe he’d have them write a paper on it; Aaron had a few ideas for one already.

Article Three, while important - and a particular focus of Landar himself, as Aaron was well aware - was nothing new, but of course he listened nonetheless. Landar’s hatred of vampires was well known, and Aaron was sure it fed into his insistence regarding the severity of Article Three, alongside his fierce protectiveness over humans as a whole. While unpleasant to think about, Aaron couldn’t fault his grandfather for wanting to be so harsh on those who would harm humans; their protection, and the trading of mages in their stead, was the whole purpose of the Treaty to begin with.

Soon, though, Aaron’s more contemplative approach to listening was snapped into shocked attention at the mention of a punishment stricken from the record. ‘Solaris Pius.’ Of course Aaron had never heard of such a thing - things were stricken from all record for a reason - but he certainly wasn’t going to start taking notes now. What was Varis doing? He shouldn’t have known something like this to begin with, let alone be recklessly disseminating it to a lecture hall full of who-knew-what sorts of people! A cold stone settled in the pit of Aaron’s stomach, and he shifted in his seat uneasily. Maybe he’d bring that up later, out of the public eye.

When Varis moved to the Starag Commandment, Aaron quickly turned his mind to that, eager to clear out the discomfort raging in his stomach. Luckily, it was another fascinating topic; as a child, he used to fantasize about being allowed to see the Commandment, and read it aloud like his grandfather had. Of course, that was a silly dream. For a while, though, he’d been cautiously optimistic that he’d be able to lay eyes on it one night as a custodian if he would be so lucky as to take his late grandmother’s place as mage to the Queen.

Aaron’s gaze grew somewhat cold as he watched Varis pace the stage. So much for that.

Questions were welcomed and asked, and Aaron’s eyebrows rose at the one asked by the Marivaldi Countess (or, that’s who he assumed she was, considering her seat). As for the answer, Aaron didn’t need to “venture a guess;” only seven people had ever laid eyes on the Starag Commandment, mage and vampire alike, since it was written. He’d learned that early on in his education, and he was surprised a Countess wouldn’t know. Inwardly, he shrugged. Maybe his Treaty education had just been hyper-detailed by virtue of who he was and who he served, or maybe she’d never taken an interest in it until now. He’d probably be wrong to assume everyone in noble circles took as much of an interest in the subject as he had, anyway.

Before any more questions could be asked, a loud BANG turned just about every head in the room to the doors at the back, the hall erupting in whispers. The image of the man walking down the aisle, however, presented quite a challenge to Aaron as he did his damndest to stop himself from grinning. Strutting down to the speaker’s podium in sunglasses - sunglasses! The very thought was hilarious - was a vampire in an extremely upscale suit, swinging a bag that looked more expensive than Aaron’s whole outfit - and that was saying something. He looked vaguely familiar, and Aaron’s struggle to stay neutral only got harder when the vampire hiked himself up on the podium and confirmed Aaron’s suspicions. Eris Samael! The very actor who had depicted Landar Starag in an entertaining, but laughably inaccurate movie about the events leading up to the Treaty’s creation. Aaron bit down hard on his tongue to stifle his laugh, especially since Varis looked thoroughly unamused; he could only hope that Varis was more concerned with the actor on his podium than the mage at the back, inches away from losing it.

Aaron couldn’t even muster a response to Lilie’s question as he watched the scene play out, and he was deaf to any further comments or questions, so focused was he on keeping his composure. Searching for a distraction, he looked back down at his syllabus, only to have his composure threatened even more: the bastard was in his study group! The thought brought Aaron dangerously close to losing his battle with the laugh rising inside him. The blatant disrespect usually would have mortified him, but sun, moon, and stars to guide him, it was just so damn funny!
‘Her smile still playing mischievously at the edge of her lips.’

Playing would make it present.

Tbh it’s good feedback. Though may be getting flashbacks from my English lit A level 😂


Actually, it would be present if it was "Her smile still plays mischievously at the edge of her lips." Which of course wouldn't be good for this type of writing cause we need past tense!

What you have there is a dependent clause, I think. So that sentence would be fine, PROVIDED THAT it's a dependent clause in some other past tense phrase and not just on its own. For example, "She walked alongside her friend, her smile still playing mischievously at the edge of her lips." That's perfectly fine and still past tense.

But if the section was, "She walked alongside her friend. Her smile still playing mischievously at the edge of her lips." The second sentence, because of the "playing," is necessarily dependent and can't stand on its own, so this is wrong.

You could also have it be correct put before the other part of the phrase. "Smile still playing mischievously at the edge of her lips, she walked alongside her friend." While technically correct, it reads a little awkwardly with such a short second half, so I would put the "playing" part second, though that's a style choice at that point, I think.

Take for example this alternative as well:

"She walked alongside her friend. Her smile still played mischievously at the edge of her lips."

It's very clunky and while I don't think it's technically wrong, it would be better style to connect them somehow, either like the examples above or with some kind of conjunction:

"As she walked alongside her friend, her smile still played mischievously at the edge of her lips." Or

"Her smile still played mischievously at the edge of her lips as she walked alongside her friend." I personally prefer the first example.

Hope that helps! Do correct me if I got anything wrong. ^_^
Oh man my first RP experience EVER was a dragon rp on Flight Rising. You're giving me nostalgiaaaaa
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