Witches Brew

- The Courtyard.- "Dearest sister, did you see? There was strapping young man just there! Ripe for talking!" Farah said, gesturing towards a nervous looking knight who seemed to scurry across the courtyard, looking pale and rather scared. Perhaps he headed towards the bar? He brought his arm back to his side, and looked at his twin sister, who seemed like she was trying to hide the fact that she had seen the man he was speaking of. "Farah, calm down." Mahariel said softly, almost a hiss, and she yanked on her brother's sleeve. "You don't need to be so loud, or so obvious!" She said, and she turned her body slightly to the side, away from him. "Oh Mahariel, you wound me. Listen, I told Mother that you wouldn't be a wallflower tonight, how often is it that you get to go to an event such as this?" He asked her, taking her hands in his, and making her stand, her skirts now falling to her feet, forming a pool of fabric on the ground, it rustling as it hits the grass. Before she could answer, he did for her. "Not very often, now if you're to find a husband one day, you need to be more sociable, not all men are as understanding as I am." He said. "You can't wait until the Queen's baby grows up and get married themself, to have this type of experience again." "Why must must you be so concerned about who I marry? What if I marry at all?" She asked, raising a dark, arched brow at the identical face in front of her. "What if I should become a spinster, and live in the forest, to haunt the estate for all time?" She said, joking slightly. Of course she wanted to marry someday, her brother must've seen her face as they watched Queen Varda walk down the aisle to her betrothed. Her face had been putty, and her heart ached with jealousy. "As your older brother, I have taken an oath since birth to protect and look after you, come on Mahariel, we've talked about this." He said, and he patted his sister's hands. "Now would it be so difficult to just, put yourself out there? Go talk to the young man, maybe you'll like him." Farah was worried about his sister. His sister becoming a spinster, rotting away in the woods with her plant magick, and that weird bird that hangs around her all the time. "I-" Mahariel was about to protest, and she let out a sigh of defeat. Her brother always knew how to make her feel guilty. "Alright, I will attempt to speak to the young man." Her brother's face glistened, and his lips split to form his goofy grin he always sported. "I think I saw him heading towards the bar, I'll escort you, and if he should be some sort of ruffian, I'll protect you." @Twitterpated

- Courtyard- "Well that was a lovely ceremony, don't you think?" Farah leaned towards his sister, his arms crossed across his chest. He felt uncomfortable in his suit, he wasn't used to wearing it for so long. He did look good, though. He looked at his sister, who looked genuinely uncomfortable. He sat next to her on the bench, and sighed. "You know, this is your chance, to meet people, did you know that?" He smirked, and nudged her gently, only to get a gentle slap to the shoulder. "I don't want to meet anyone, Farah. We're just going to sit here, until we've been here an appropriate amount of time, and then we can go home, and tell Mother, that the Queen liked our salad bowl, and the new fruit tree sapling we gave her." Mahariel sighed, and she picked at her skirts. "If you want to go meet some women, go right ahead, I'll be right here, waiting for you to get rejected." She turned to her brother, and she smiled, her eyes glittering with mischief. "Oh, dearest sister, you are so rude." Farah laughed, and he patted his sisters face gently. "Come on, just think about how proud Mother would be if you, you of all people, met someone? And oh! I don't know, if you made a friend?" He gasped, grinning at her. Mahariel rolled her eyes, and she swept her foot over quickly, knocking him in the ankle. "Ow! How unladylike of you, Lady Mahariel!" Farah laughed, and he leaned back against the wall, and he put his arm around his sister, and pulled her in close. "Yeah, I knew it was a long shot. Well, at least we got to see the Queen get married and we ate a lot of food. Don't tell Mother but, I put some meat in the pocket of my vest for Edgar, when we get home." "Oh ew! You put hot meat in your breast pocket for your wolf?" Mahariel said, and she pushed her brother away, a soft smile on her face. "You're disgusting!"

So many new faces, so many hands, so much touching! There was so much going on, and so quickly, she was overwhelmed. She didn't know this woman, and yet she ended up in her lap, with her hands entangled with her own. She could still feel this woman's lips on her arm, and on the top of her hand. What was going on here? She knew she wasn't strong enough to struggle against this woman, and she didn't know how to voice her discomfort, so she just sat there, blinking up at the other woman, hoping that she would help her out. She had no idea how to answer the woman's question. A name? What's a name? What was her name? Did everyone have a name? She wasn't sure. She opened her mouth to speak, but quickly closed it. She thought hard about how to respond, and her nose scrunched slightly as she thought. "N..o." She said finally. "No." The word came out fluidly the second time she said it, like her tongue had remembered suddenly how it was supposed to move to form the word she wanted to say. She looked back and forth between the two of them, and raised an eyebrow. She squirmed uncomfortably in Pink's lap, and she tugged slightly on her hands to untangle them free.

The water was suffocating. The waves were strong, it was nearly impossible to keep up her head above the water, no matter how hard she fought. Her head just wouldn't stay above water. The sky rumbled, and it tore open with thunder and sheets of rain pelted the salted water. Thunder clapped high above the clouds, and the water dragged her down, deeper and deeper. Her chest was on fire, her hands grasping at her throat. It burned, how was she to know it would hurt this much? As her lungs screamed, she was battered down towards the bottom. It was cold, she didn't think it could be this cold. However, the cold didn't bother her as much as the burning she felt. Her legs were getting tired, as were her arms. They were heavy, oh so heavy. It was like lead. Suddenly, the burning stopped, and she opened her mouth, one last bubble of air escaped, it was so dark, she couldn't see anything. Her body relaxed, and her eyes slowly closing as she gave her body to the sea. That's the only thing she remembers. She woke up, not sure when she did, but she eventually awoke. When she lifted her head head, she was on the beach, surrounded by white sand. It was warm, and it felt gritty between her fingers. She lifted herself into a sitting position, her hair shifting in front of her eyes, and settling across her breasts. She wasn't scared, instead, she felt strangely calm, and relaxed. Like something deep within her was saying she was safe here, and that she'd be found soon. She sat and waited there, her head whipping around at any sound coming from the jungle ahead of her. She waited, and waited, and then, she finally heard a voice. Voices? She wasn't sure. Two of them emerged from the treeline. They're both beautiful, oh so very beautiful. One of them was small, yet her face was captivating to look at. She had pink flowers in her hair, and her dress was so tight against her body, it was like a second skin. The other, her hair was lighter, and she was taller. She was also unbelievably gorgeous. Who were they? Were they here for her? She watched as they started to walk towards her, but the shorter one stopped. Was she the wrong one? Was she not the one they were expecting? Sadness crept into her chest as her thoughts swirled in her head, and her eyes lowered back towards the sand. Then, she heard the melodic voice of one of the women, and her eyes darted back up. The shorter one was there, smiling down at her, with her hand extended. What was she doing? Did she want her to take it? Her head was so fuzzy, she wasn't sure what to do. Slowly, her hand lifted, and she placed her hand in hers. She spoke to her then, her voice was beautiful, like even when she spoke it was a song, just dripping with honey and lace. She didn't know her either, but that was alright. She was warm, and it felt right. They were supposed to meet. @vielle @Shatter

Art by: Pedro R. "ElectroCereal" on Twitter Name: ??? Age: It's been mere hours since she washed up on the beach Race: Siren; Faeborn Height: 5'4" Weight: 95 lbs Eyes: Milky Blue Hair: Long, thick, a gradient from dark blue to light blue Skin: Blue, edging towards indigo at her extremities, with light freckles dotting across her face and shoulders. A Clean Slate, Wiped Clean Waking up on the sandy beaches, she has no idea who she is, but she knows she belongs there. The smell of the salted sea, the feel of the sand between her toes, and those who surround her, it's comforting. She may not know much, but she knows she's home.

You already know I’m interested, I’ll get working on my character sheet tonight to send to ya later! ❤️

Art by: Michelle Tolo on Reddit Name: Farah Marin Age: 19 Race: Half Elf Son of Lady Paloma Marin of House Cardona Twin Brother to Mahariel Marin Only son and Heir Farah is the only son to Lady Paloma and his deceased father, he is the heir to the title, as he is only minutes older than his younger sister. He's stronger, active, and boisterous. He loves a good party, and is always wanting to mess around. He's very protective of his sister and his mother, and he will do anything for them. If he's not in the woods, he's in the kitchens, raiding the larder. He's never touched a sword, but he's proficient with a bow. Because of his elven blood, he has an affinity for animals, and he is often seen being trailed by a large wolf. Art by: unknown artist, can't find her anywhere Name: Mahariel Marin Age: 19 Race: Half elf Daughter of Lady Paloma Marin Twin Sister to Farah Marin Unlike her brother, Mahariel is a bit more reserved. Though she is skilled in archery, her passions are found in libraries, researching and practicing her magic. She's a druid, finding herself at peace with plants and animals. She has a sweet tooth, and has more interest in animals than people. She's not as strong as her brother is, and she almost depends on him for everything and anything. (More to come)

Art by: Anna (aizelkon.deviantart.com) Name: Lady Paloma Marin Age: 47 Race: Human Lady of House Cardona Head of the House Paloma became the head of House Cardona when she was 16, when her father died of an illness that withered away at his body and his soul. Raised among nobility and the forest gave Paloma a level head. Despite taking the position at a young age, she seemed ready, and fit for the role. She never faltered, and aimed to make her father proud. With her House's dedication to creatures, mystical and domestic her main focus, she is also dedicated to her family. She married an elven man at the age of 24, and together they made alliances with the Merfolk, and trying to further their understanding of the creatures around them. Then, happiness and tragedy struck all at once. When she was 27, she found out she was pregnant, but before she could relay the news to her husband, she found that he had died in a horrific accident. She gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl, and they both resembled their father immensely. Now, she remains widowed, but forever loyal to her Queen and her family. Her only hope is that her children will be ready to take her place once she goes. But for the time being, all is peaceful and all are welcome within her walls.

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