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🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

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🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Location:Damien Estate Ballroom
Time: Evening
Attire: Mask Suit
Mentions:@PapaOso Cassius @Potter Olivia @Tpartywithzombi Violet

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Despite the urgency of Liliane's news regarding their missing daughter, Calbert couldn't loop Cassius into the situation. It was imperative to maintain the illusion of composure, to keep his son distanced from the issue until they knew more information. Cassius deserved to enjoy his first party in Sorian, and he planned to formally introduce him as soon as the time was right. Though Calbert had been concerned about his son's reaction, he maintained a nonchalant exterior as Cassius had walked off.

Beneath the surface, however, Calbert was consumed by tension and anxiety. The thought of Violet's disappearance weighed heavily on his mind, each passing moment intensifying his fears for her safety. After all that had transpired, it was not inconceivable that Violet would attempt to escape once more, and Calbert couldn't bear the thought of any further harm befalling her.

It was possible, they'd find her as the property was searched, but then again, Lily had seemed concerned about the state of Violet's room.

Calbert had instructed Liliane to mobilize search parties immediately, and he knew she'd demand that every inch of Sorian would be combed through, emergency or not. The event at Ravenwood was a place of interest he had mentioned to his wife during their brief exchange.

As his thoughts drifted to the recent threats posed by the hooligans who had targeted his household and harassed innocent Crystal, Calbert clenched his jaw. His gaze shifted about the room and locked on the sight of Cassius approaching Charlotte, Leo, Fritz, and, inexplicably, one of his own employees situated nearby. A spark of anger simmered beneath the surface. He entertained the fleeting notion that perhaps he hadn't recognized her, but deep down, he knew that was not the case. Like father, like son, Cassius liked to play games.

Calbert's expression changed under the mask and he turned from the situation. As Calbert scanned the room, his attention was drawn to a commotion nearby. Amidst the flurry of dancers, he caught sight of a figure, her hair and build strikingly familiar. As he drew closer, he observed her struggle against the crowd, the frustration evident in her furrowed brow and clenched fists. As he finally reached her, he heard her call out a name. The pieces began to fall into place in Calbert's mind—This was indeed the mystery girl from the beach.

With a steely gaze, he moved toward her and got in her path, blocking her from her destination.

Avalia

Time:Late Morning
Location::The Nest, Roshmi City
Interaction: @Alivefalling Aerilyn, @Apex Sunburn Scathael, @ShiningSector FIVE @FunnyGuy Thraash
Equipment: Repeating crossbow, a bag, sword, two daggers, 3 small red potions, 1 large red potion, 1 large blue potion, hoverboard, portable solar box, eye protectors, fire starter kit, channeling gloves that turn her light magic orange, makeup, perfume, a skull she wears as a mask and a disguise ring

Mari couldn't help but smirk to herself as FIVE offered an apology. She brushed off her sleeves and turned around with a mischievous grin.

One step closer to recruiting the robot with the cool arm cannon to our party.

Her gaze then shifted to Thraash as he approached. As she turned to face her dragonborn friend, she boasted, "Hell yeah, of course, I found somebody. Roshmi folk love me!" She nudged him playfully with her elbow, adding, "You better come along Trash. I always need your expertise! Yeah, we'll totally give this guy the old one-two..."

She then proceeded to spin around and face the group, "Whoever's in, let's hit the road! And FIVE, if you're not feeling it, no worries, we'll just drag the bitch down here. And if he gets upset about it, we'll give him some soup. Everyone loves soup."

Avalia

Time: Evening
Location: Guavav Village - Menzai's home
Interactions: @Helo Cyrus
Mentions: @Funnyguy Darius/Dante
Equipment: Staff with unbreaking and shift enchantment(shifts into dagger), Her bag, Water Purifier, Flask, some shiny pebbles
Attire:Dress, which she decorated with flowers and hung little charms off the ropes, A small antler headdress with flowers and jewels, amulet with Millinia Crest, wooden butterfly earrings, various bracelets

Phia leaned forward, her hands firmly planted on the table, her gaze laser-focused on the seed as Cyrus spoke. "We can create an orchard." she declared intensely with unwavering determination. Then, she rose from her seat and gestured animatedly, fingers dancing in the air to underscore her vision. "Then, we can create a riverfruit slush stand and proceed to profit."

She slowly sat back down, daydreaming momentarily about the fun they could have with their business venture. However, all the while, her expression was dead serious as she nodded to herself. After a few more vigorous bites of her fruit, she slapped the table out of nowhere.

"Cyrus. We should go find Darius and Dante... I'd like to make sure they eat."

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time:Evening
Location: Calbert's Estate
Interaction: @JJ Doe Count Fritz @Samreaper Kazumin @Helo Leo @PapaOso Cassius

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“By you, Charlotte.”

Charlotte's heart sank, her expression mirroring the weight of her emotions. As she replayed the last few minutes, each word and action seemed to gain new significance. The squeeze of her hand by Fritz spurred her to raise her gaze slightly, seeking solace in his response amidst the turmoil of her thoughts.

Partners in crime… I guess that means we’re friends now. A pang of guilt accompanied the fleeting warmth that fluttered in her chest. She hadn't intended to undermine Fritz's importance to her. Doubt crept in, clouding her certainty with uncertainty.

… However, I am not sure I am a good friend to have.

For just a moment, as she seemed to lose herself in her thoughts, a shadow of determination flickered in her eyes. Before she could dwell on it further, a splash of orange invaded her field of vision, causing her heart to skip a beat in alarm. Glancing up, she found Leo standing over the table.

“There is a thief wandering the ballroom, they have stolen my watch and left that in my pocket. We must solve this crime immediately.”

Before she could digest that statement, a reassuring pat from Fritz immediately drew her attention back to him as he asked, “I’d like to continue our conversation later, Charlotte. Is that okay with you?”

“...Of course… In the meantime, I apologize for the hurt I’ve caused you.” Her words were soft, tinged with regret.

Charlotte's gaze then drifted once more as a new voice filled the air, a subtle sigh escaping her lips. Just what the situation needed… Cassius. She had thought she recognized him earlier as he had been conversing with his father by the silver streaks in his hair. However, now, as she met his penetrating gray gaze and heard the familiar timbre of his voice, there was no mistaking him.

As Fritz extended his introduction to Cassius, Charlotte shifted her attention toward Leo, offering him a reassuring smile. Though she couldn't quite fathom the significance of a mere pocketwatch to someone like Leo, who likely had wealth to spare, she found herself intrigued by the prospect of solving the mystery.

“Don’t worry, we’ll find it.” She assured him with a determined nod, then reached for the bracelet, noting its texture and color with a thoughtful gaze. The bracelet likely came from a woman whose attire is adorned with hues of orange. Most guests seems to be color coordinated from what I can tell. However, I presume that does not mean the thief is a woman.

“Detective, please describe what your watch looks like for me. When did you last see it?”

“My immediate thought here is that the perpetrator may not be driven solely by monetary gain, considering the potential affordability of a replacement watch for most attendees.” Charlotte chimed in. “The motive could be personal against Lord Smithwood, a calculated prank if you will… Leo, have you encountered any individuals who might harbor ill or playful sentiments toward you recently?”

She continued after giving him a chance to answer, “I propose we begin by identifying any female attendees whose attire aligns with the bracelet. Even if they aren't the thief themselves, they may have observed suspicious behavior…” She tapped her fingers on the table thoughtfully then added, “Perhaps we can split up to cover more ground and reconvene back after some time.“

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Farim & Anastasia

Part 3

Time: Nightime
Location: Lover’s Lake
Interactions: @Infinite Cosmos Munir @Tae Mina @ReusableSword Roman @Helo Callum @Tpartywithzombi Ariella

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”M-Mother?”
Anastasia looked around in utter disbelief. She had no idea what Farim was on about at this point and saw absolutely nobody in his line of sight. “What the heck?” She stared at him for a long time until something finally clicked. Fear slowly crept into her expression as everything dawned. Did Roman literally summon the dead with his magic bags he threw in the fire? For a moment, she was frightened by the idea of creepy ghosts appearing in her vision, but then she realized the idea actually exhilarated her.

She finally exclaimed with fists tightly clenched at her sides, “Are you seeing ghosts!”

Farim nodded quickly, eyes still darting between what he saw and Anastasia’s face. ”Yes. Well, at least one of them is someone I know is dead. My friend Malik from my childhood.” Farim took a hand and reached out to grab the ghostly fingers that were attempting to caress his cheek.

”The other is a face I barely remember from my days as a child. And she calls me her hayati. Her life. That is something a mother calls her child back home. But she is….supposed to be alive…” Farim felt a shiver running along his back at the thought. Losing a mother he barely knew to means he did not know was beginning to weigh heavily on his mental state. Whether or not this entire “vision” was real, Farim felt a bubbling sea of emotion in the pit of his stomach.

“Shit… Well I don’t know if it’s actually ghosts or hallucinations since I am not seeing anybody. ” She commented with a frown. Then again, she wasn’t sure if there were spirits that would want to visit her. As she fixated on his facial expression once more and her frown only deepened. Anastasia reached out to rub his shoulder comfortingly, however he did not seem to notice immediately.

”Farim, I wish I had more time with you. There is so much to say, but just know that I love you and that I so very much wished to see you everyday. Ever since your father separated us I prayed we could meet again. And finally I can see your beautiful face, sweetie.”

Farim’s jaw dropped as he heard the words. ”Now she spoke again - and she just said something only she would know!” His expression started to shape into one of panic. Farim gripped onto Anastasia’s arms and looked at her with a plea in his eyes. ”Please tell me this is not a real thing. I cannot bear the thought of what this spirit vision implies!” His voice rose to match his rising emotional state, but a soft murmur broke out as he felt a tear roll down his cheek.

”I am scared, Anastasia…Scared that this is an omen of my mother’s passing. Real or not, what if I never get to see her?”

She cradled his face in her hands hastily and gently wiped his tears away with her thumbs, “Shh… It’s okay. .. To be honest, I don’t know what the fuck is happening, Farim, but I am right here to help you through this… “ Anastasia’s hands shifted from his face to his shoulders and down his back as she transitioned into a hug, soothingly rubbing his back. Though she didn't release the embrace entirely, she created enough space to meet his gaze once more.

“Maybe ask her some questions?” She suggested.

It wasn’t until the calming touch and embrace of the princess had Farim realized just how heavily he was breathing from anxiety and the mental stress of the moment. The world around them seemed to simply fade to black as he focused on what he could, and turned his eyes to the ghost of his mother while still holding Anastasia. He nodded as he began his line of questioning for the spirit.

”Wh-what is your and my name?”

”Farim Ibn Hafiz Kadir. And I am Nafia Kadir, one of the last consorts your father let conceive his child. I know it is tough to see me like this. If there was any other way, I would have chosen differently.” The outline of her face became more clear, and a slight frown showed on her face.

”And what happened to you on my 6th birthday?” His face resolved for a moment, and his hands held onto Annie’s tightly.

”Your father ...thought it best to separate us because he felt you were soft. He said my soft parenting would only make his young prodigy into a weak man. So he placed me under house arrest in a small no-name town to the west of the capital. Somewhere far from you, but close enough for his spies to silence me if I should escape.”

Farim’s face began to show a grim expression. He turned to Anastasia and frowned.

”Whatever this drug may be, I think Roman is right on how it lets us connect to the spirit world. I am seeing the face of my mom and friend clearly and she is naming things that only she would know. I…” Farim paused for a long while, stuck in the shock of the moment.

”I’m sorry, Annie. If my mother really is gone…” He trailed off, wiping a tear from his face only for another to fall right behind it. His words failed him so all he could do was tightly hug her as he buried his face into her shoulder for a moment.

Anastasia hushed him and drew him close tenderly, her hand continuing to rub his back soothingly. As she held him, she found herself at a loss for words, a familiar feeling for her, as comforting others wasn't her forte; she typically dealt with her own problems by attempting to ignore them altogether. Additionally, she was coming to terms with the realization that Farim was indeed witnessing the apparition of his deceased mother, which was mind-boggling. Her gaze made its way to Munir, who probably didn’t know his aunt was dead either.

“... I’m so sorry, Farim.”

The two specters looked at the pair with a mixture of bittersweet expressions. Currently neither of them could see it, but Nafia reached over to rub the back of Farim’s head in a comforting gesture. ”It will be okay, hayati. It seems you are in much better hands than I could hope for.” She smiled, and turned to face the princess. Nafia figured she wouldn’t hear it, but perhaps Farim would pass the message when he was less frantic.

”You’re a sweet woman. Please take care of him for me. He is a gentle lion who could do so much, but that potential could be used for dark and abhorrent things. If you both end up marrying one day, consider this my chance to say you have my blessing, sweetheart.” She smiled softly and simply stayed by her son’s side, cradling the back of his head as her presence began to fade against the background.

Once he felt the presence fade, he looked up one last time and through tear soaked eyes choked out his last words to her. ”Hafiz was wrong about you, Mama. I love you, and thank you for everything.” Nafia smiled and mirrored the words ”I love you, Farim. with a final breath as she passed to what one could assume would be the afterlife.

Malik’s ghost lingered, as if tied to Farim’s physical self. But he simply sat back and let the two have some “alone time”. With a solemn smile, Malik turned to wander the campgrounds. As the presences faded, Farim still in shock over the spectacle, he looked at the Princess with soaked eyes. ”I am sorry for being such a … party pooper as you may say. I think I am better….but I would like to stay here with you for a while. Everywhere else feels so much more lonely right now.”

Anastasia still had entirely no idea what was happening, but she accepted that she did not need to in order to be helpful. “Sure… You wanna do something fun, maybe to make you feel better?” She paused and glanced toward the others. “Maybe we can invite the others and all go for a night swim in the lake after this ceremony. Could be a good way for us all to wash off all these heebie jeebies.”

The details of her dress and the scenery around him continued to sharpen and dull at random intervals. But her words came through crystal clear, prompting Farim to nod. He felt a little tired - but that was likely due to his horrendously bad vision more than anything else. ”You always have such pleasant ideas.” He sniffled.

”Although I did not bring with me any swimwear. Will that be an issue?” Farim chuckled as he attempted to make light of the situation at hand.

“Nah you can just go in your underpants, oooorrrr naked. “ She winked and gave him finger guns, before casually announcing, “I go in naked all the time and I’ve never had any problems.”

She then clapped her hands together decidedly and looked around. Spotting a tree stump, she skipped over and climbed on top of it. Subsequently, she put her hands on the side of mouth to add more volume to her voice as she hollered loudly:

“HEY! Party at the lake after the ceremony! We’re going swimming!! …Bring your own BOOOZEEE!”

Farim couldn’t help but cough slightly as she mentioned skinny dipping so casually, but with her casual finger guns he let out a short chuckle. ”You are an interesting woman.” Anastasia nodded in agreement in reaction to this statement.

Her grand announcement made him also realize that others would be present for any displays of skin or debauchery. He figured if things seemed dicey he would just use his underpants anyway, so he looked around and took note of who would voice interest in such an event.

With a volume of voice only the two would hear he spoke to her”Perhaps I shall do just that - let us see how courageous I am feeling in the moment.” He stood up, brushed off his robe, and sniffled one last time to clear up his sinuses. For the moment his mood was lightened, and so he reached a hand out to her with a soft grin.

”Before such interesting shows of self can be made. Come back here and let me enjoy some more time for us to dance before we go swimming.” He hummed aloud to her.

She smiled and took his hand, “Okay! Dancing time! Lead the way.”

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Farim & Anastasia

Part 2

Time: Nightime
Location: Lover’s Lake

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“Yes. To us and our hearts!” She clinked her drink against his, then brought it up toward her face. As the rim of the cup touched Anastasia's lips, she hesitated for a moment, studying the swirling liquid within. Then she took a small sip, her eyes narrowing with curiosity as the taste unfolded on her tongue. Her expression went through a series of reactions. First, there was a crinkle of her nose, then she let out a burst of laughter after swallowing.

"Oh, this is like drinking a forest! …A muddy forest, but not bad at all!" She exclaimed, her laughter echoing in the night. Eagerly, she took another, slightly larger, sip. This time, the taste seemed to befriend her taste buds. She leaned against Farim’s arm as she asked, “What did you think?”

As the liquid touched Farim’s own lips, he could not help but think back to some of the herbal medicines and remedies his brother Dali would insist he try. He could tell his senses were already starting to warp slightly - and the telltale taste of hallucinogens hung on his pallet. All the same, with a slight scrunch of his face, he downed the drink in rather uncouth speed. Farim blinked his eyes a few times and looked at the Princess with a grin.

”It certainly packs quite the punch. There are such earthy tones and ingredients in this. I feel like this is definitely some of the good stuff.” The arm that Anastasia leaned against found it self holding her hip as looked around to see what sort of things he could see now that his mind was open to the spirits - or at least that is how Roman seemed to portray this particular beverage when he heard it described.

“It reminds me of dirt!”Anastasia eagerly exclaimed with a huge smile. She threw her arms in the air as if this was an accomplishment to be proud of.
Farim couldn’t help but giggle at the silly nature of the woman in the moment. He held a hand up to his mouth and felt the giggling fit continue for a few moments, leaning into her as if to use her body as a small pillar of support. ”I suppose that is not too far off. Something about the way you said it was just too funny!” He stifled his giggling before thinking of another comedic comparison. ”I would have to say it reminds me of having to take medicine when we were young. I remember hiding from the nurses back home when they wanted me to take some kind of medicine for my cold. I think I stayed in that laundry basket for 6 hours!” He placed his finished drink on the table nearby. ”So what do we do now?”

“Dance with me, silly!!” Anastasia exclaimed with a playful giggle, dropping her emptied cup and seizing Farim's hands. With the upbeat rhythm of the music fueling her enthusiasm, she twirled him around in a whirlwind of laughter and movement. Taking his hand in hers and wrapping her other arm around his waist, she danced with him in a joyous and carefree manner.

With another giggle, Farim joined in the woman’s whimsical display of dance and joy. He held her hand above her head so that when she twirled, he held her steady. Once she finished he himself took large steps around her with slight kicks and stomps similar to how one might do a joyful dance back home. But with the shifting of the songs being sung, Farim couldn’t help but falter and slow his movements to give proper attention to what was happening on the center stage.

It wasn’t long before their dancing slowed as Anastasia’s attention suddenly fixated elsewhere, even as they had been spinning around. Moving much slower now, she returned her gaze on Farim, “Look at Mina Blackwood… Gorgeous redhead from Varian. Something’s wrong. You can hear it in her voice.” she murmured, her voice tinged with concern. Roman appeared to be comforting the girl, but Anastasia's sympathetic frown deepened as she observed from afar. However, her ability to comment further was cut short as an unmistakable silence fell over the crowd with the end of the song.

“Brothers, sisters, friends, and strangers. Our next song is meant to be somber, is meant to give reflection and remembrance to our ancestors! ...You and I are the culmination of all our ancestors’ hopes and dreams. What they worked lived and died for…Listen to our song, dance if you want, but we beseech you to take this time and remember those who came before you. Tell the others here your favorite stories of them, tell them who they were and laugh about it. If you still carry grief then express it one last time and let it go, the dead can not carry grief with them so neither should you.”

Anastasia's gaze drifted to the flickering flames of the fire as bags were thrown into it, causing the colors to shift and dance before her eyes. Entranced by the mesmerizing display, she found herself unable to pull her eyes away as the colors seemed to blend and warp, and the flickering flames took on a surreal glow. Her surroundings appeared to shimmer and distort, and a sense of disorientation washed over her. Fighting to maintain her composure, Anastasia clung to Farim's arm, her grip tightening as she struggled to make sense of the swirling images before her.

“ …Whoa...”

In Farim’s eyes, the world began to shift slightly. Every little detail he could perceive became exaggerated to borderline uncomfortable levels. The feeling was just as chaotic as it was unsettling, but after a brief pause to acclimate, the man continued listening to both the song and his dance partner. He took note of the way she looked at his cousin, chalking that little nugget of gossip away for now. But Anastasia was right, something wasn’t quite right about the way Mina was behaving. ”Hmm perhaps she is reacting poorly to the-”

It was all he could say before he saw him. In a far more pristine image than he had ever been used to, a man walked into Farim’s sightline wearing common clothing with a simple yet beautiful necklace adorned with a blue crystal. This same necklace is the one Farim wore, so he instinctively grasped it as he fully realized he was hallucinating the spirit of his long lost friend. ”M-Malik?” Farim meekly chirped. The spirit seemed to notice the young shehzade and saunter over to him with a smile on his face. Farim’s grip on Anastasia likely tightened as he took in the clear and lucid reality that his dead friend had just spoken to him.

“Did you see the pretty colors…” Anastasia’s gaze shifted to Farim as her voice drew off. Subsequently, she followed Farim’s line of sight to an empty spot on the ground, then back to him, then repeated the motion, before asking, “Huh?”

”These drinks sure are….potent.” As much as he wanted to look at Anastasia, his gaze simply fixated on Malik’s ghost who simply shrugged. ”It’s about time you noticed me, dummy! I’ve only lived in your necklace for the past few decades now.” Farim rubbed his eyes with one of his hands and looked over to the princess. ”Are…are you seeing things too?”

There was a dramatic silence before she informed him, “I see pretty swirls and colors.”

Farim’s eyes blinked for a moment and he looked at with growing concern. ”Not…people?” The man turned once more over to the seeming carefree spirit looking at the pair.

”Habibi, you are not feeling well I presume. You normally don’t see me so clearly. But yes I promise you are not losing yourself just yet. Try not to scare the pretty lady with your looks, friend.”

He looked back at Anastasia with a bewildered expression. ”I…see my friend who died when I was a young boy…and somebody else?” Farim’s eyes squinted as he began to make out another shape approaching him. One far more feminine in build and taller in stature than Malik’s spirit - and something about this apparition was different than Malik. This one contained a more distant feeling, as if there was not nearly as strong of a connection between Farim and them. He began to worry if this was another one of those scandals like the other night. ”Annie, is this supposed to be happening?”

“Uhh…” Anastasia peered in the direction of his gaze once more, but found she was still staring at an empty spot in the woods. Concern etched her features momentarily, but she quickly masked it with a reassuring smile that played at the corners of her lips. “ Do not be alarmed, but the drinks are totally drugged. But! I promise we’re okay. Just move with me. “ Her tone was gentle yet firm. She gently adjusted his positioning if he so let her as she guided him. She paused once his back was to the dreaded spot in the grass. “There. Keep your eyes on me instead. You’re safe with me.”

Farim had been through hallucinations, and he had seen dreams - or what he thought were dreams - involving his long lost friend and himself having long conversations into the night. The visions he began to see now began to dawn a reality on him that he did not truly like, and an uneasy feeling hit his chest. It really is him. All this time, it’s been him… If this magical potion truly did “connect us to the spirit of our ancestors” as Roman had claimed earlier, this entire episode would make sense - if not for the additional specter still making its way towards Farim and Anastasia.
But his nerves and shaky demeanor settled as the soothing voice of the princess guided him to a better state of mind. He was alive, and with her, grounded in this place, and merely observing the passing of spirits. While he wasn’t entirely calmed, he did as she requested, letting her guide his stance and keeping his eyes locked onto hers. ”I…I feel like something bad is happening. I do not know why. But I trust you. I have no concern over the drug…but these visions … are quite uhhh …. realistic.” He blinked several times as if to dispel the drug's effect on him, to little avail. Then he heard the other voice speak.

”Oh, hayati (my life). Look at how much you’ve grown. I am so happy to be seeing you in such good health. And with such a beautiful woman no doubt!” It was then the color drained from Farim’s face. ”M-Mother?”

Avalia

Time: Evening
Location: Guavav Village - Menzai's home
Interactions: @Helo Cyrus
Equipment: Staff with unbreaking and shift enchantment(shifts into dagger), Her bag, Water Purifier, Flask, some shiny pebbles
Attire:Dress, which she decorated with flowers and hung little charms off the ropes, A small antler headdress with flowers and jewels, amulet with Millinia Crest, wooden butterfly earrings, various bracelets

Phia's gaze lifted to fixate on the big fruit in his hands. A smile slowly formed on her lips as Cyrus spoke. "Riverfruits are my favorite fruit too..." she remarked softly, her words tinted with a hint of nostalgia. Her brows slightly furrowed as she considered the story he had told her. She couldn't recall ever having a Riverfruit slush yet at the same time she could, if once upon a dream. She could almost taste the icy sweetness of the fruit, envisioning it served in a rustic wooden cup. She, too, suddenly grabbed a riverfruit. Then, she sunk her teeth into it with unnecessary vigor.

After a moment of loud chewing, she looked at Cyrus once more, "Can you take me to where I can find the slush version sometime?"

Avalia

Time: Afternoon --> Evening
Location: Guavav Village
Interactions: @Helo Cyrus @samreaper Menzai
Equipment: Staff with unbreaking and shift enchantment(shifts into dagger), Her bag, Water Purifier, Flask, some shiny pebbles
Attire:Dress, which she decorated with flowers and hung little charms off the ropes, A small antler headdress with flowers and jewels, amulet with Millinia Crest, wooden butterfly earrings, various bracelets

Phia seemed perplexed by the answer she received from Cyrus, but relented as Menzai assured as well that no harm had been done. "Ooooo.... Viola... Her skill truly is remarkable, isn't it? Such a rare technique." she mused with genuine admiration. Her gaze then shifted to the female fairy, offering a warm smile filled with encouragement. "I'm so proud of you for building a skill to protect yourself," she added, bringing her hands together in a pleasant gesture.

As Menzai announced his departure, Phia's excitement for their time together dimmed. Once he paused before her, she turned to face him with a smile nonetheless.

"Good night, Menzai," she said, enveloping him in a passionate hug. "I will save you the greatest plate ever," she promised.

Then, she turned to Cyrus and Viola, "Well my lovelies. Follow me to the dining area of our home and we can eat!"

Phia led them inside Menzai's home, guiding them to a wooden dining table adorned with a variety of meats, breads, and fruits. To Phia's disappointment, Viola filled a plate and decided to take eat dinner alone in the guest room.

Seating herself across from Cyrus, Phia maintained her warm and encouraging demeanor. "Well, it's just you and I now. A nice opportunity for us to get to know each other and become friends," She said, picking up a spoon. Then, she held the larger part of the spoon in her palm and gripped it whilst using the thinner end of the spoon to stab a piece of meat and lift it to her mouth.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time:Evening
Location: Calbert's Estate
Interaction: @JJ Doe Count Fritz @Samreaper Kazumin @Helo Leo
Mention: @Tpartywithzombi Violet @PapaOso Cassius

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Charlotte bit her lip, her gaze shifting between the two before she spoke once more. "I visited Lady Violet the other night and she's not the same girl anymore... It was as if we were strangers. She may have wanted to be elsewhere tonight given she's not herself right now, but if we can find out anything else about the situation, it is worth doing so. I don't want to see her hurt..." she expressed, her concern evident. A vivid image of Lady Violet's red eyes and the deep gash flashed in her mind – the gash that had been right where the axe had struck.

"Again," she murmured under her breath, her eyes momentarily distant.

It was then she caught sight of Count Calbert speaking to another man in black and gold. She lingered on the splashes of silver in the man's hair for a moment before beginning to return her gaze to the two before her. Her attention subsequently fell on Lord Leo Smithwood as her eyes traveled back. He seemed to be circling the vicinity like a vulture seeking an opportunity.

"I currently lack any additional information to share, but I hope you both don't mind if I summon my friend Lord Smithwood," she said and attempted to catch Leo's attention by signaling him to join them. Her eyes met Count Fritz's once she sensed Leo's acknowledgment. "Please continue to tell me why you're disheartened."