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    Trixie

     
    Name: Trixie
    Age: 10 - she's a mature adult by Kobold standards and biology
    Race: Kobold
    Family: They're.... not important. 
    Wordbank:  Mischievous, sassy, inquisitive, easily-amused, materialistic, secretive (about herself), nosy. Trixie seems to take little in life serious, and is always ready for adventure or a good time. She also seems to often forget she's a Kobold and a bit of an oddity for her species. 
    Skills: Nimble, remarkably flexible, spellcasting, and she has a really sweet laugh. 
    Non-talents: Taking things seriously, not taking things that don't belong to her, singing/music, melee combat.
    Spells: 
    Minor illusion magic which allows her create simple images, sounds, and even smells.  Minor affinity for Ice; she can create magical ice shards to sling at targets, freeze the water under her feet, and if she has enough time and concentration she can even summon a magical blizzard. Blessing of the Arch-fey: She has a tiny owl companion who serves as her link to the Arch-Fey that granted her her powers... and un-kobold like tendencies.  She is often requested to do random things for her Patron, and can sometimes be granted various boons for a small point in time. It's very rare she gets any more 'perks',  however.  Appearance: Trixie stands about 3ft and weighs well under 100lbs. As a Kobold, her little body is covered in scales, and in her case those scales are white with an almost opalescent sheen in some place. Her irises are a soft pink, and the pink comes through a bit on the tips of her ears, along he belly, and the under side of her tail. Trixie's nails and horns are inky black and accented with bright pink paint that you can see marked on her tail as well. 
    Likes: Jewelry, plush fabrics/furs, ale, roast meats, heights,  cool nights, people
    Bio: [[work in progress]]
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    Ampelos certainly knew his business, she almost wasn't sure he even needed her presence... not that she was about to offer up that little bit of insight though - it would be like shooting herself in her foot. She wanted away from home and this opportunity had presented itself in her perfect manner to give her some freedoms and slap her name on achievement while she was at it. She didn't have many of those, but she was eager to start proving herself and earning a proper place at the adult table. Even if she wasn't entirely sure what was so special about this particular arrangement; from what she could tell, it was a good but the standard type of deal you could hope to make. So either she understood what was taking place far to well and this whole endeavor was really just that jarringly simple, or she had failed to grasp the larger plan... Given what she knew about the blonde haired man holding this little gathering, she had a hard time believing it was the former. Victra had never been the type who learned by having others speak at her - she was much more hands on and 'in the moment' type of learner so it was pretty easy to assume she simply had missed the genius of the plan. 
    But that was fine, she was here to deal with people, not the logistics of trade agreements. If Ampelos needed her to brush shoulders and make friends somewhere along the line, she knew she could do that. 
    The young woman swirled her glass, watching the ice chase each other in circles while pretending to think about the information she had just been given. There actually was something, a barely recollected mention of the company tickling at the back of her mind; a change in ownership, was it? That seemed right and yet not entirely at the same time. Hopefully the information Ampelos had for them would clear that up. 
    "I'm good to leave within the hour in all honestly, I won't have much to bring," she slanted her gaze towards Icarus next; "And If you need help getting things together, just ask."
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    Victra felt like she had waited way to long for Ampelos to even look at her - he almost lazily turned to look at her, moving his sunglasses away from his light color to scan her over. The lithe red head desperately fought against the need to fidget as he seemed to stare at her shoes. She hadn't exactly chosen the best footwear for the beach, but the simple brown leather was sturdy and well fitted and as un-embellished as the rest of her outfit; Victra had always been a fan of simple, functional, and durable (much to her father's dismay). Generally the most colorful thing about her was the coppery hair atop her head. That day in particular she had even pulled out her best vest for the occasion and the dark green fabric was just barely accented with a bit of gold embroidery along the neckline. 
    She was still standing perfectly still, trying to gauge her cousins mindset when he suddenly rose from the chair. He didn't move towards her at any great speed, but it was still instinctual that she slip out of his grasp. At the last second Victra realized he was going for a hug and nothing sinister and stopped her retreat to let Ampelos pull her close. She awkwardly patted his back in return. 
    To say Victra was caught off guard by the man would have been an understatement - she almost missed most of the words he spoke to her next and was rather grateful when a third member joined them at the table. She took Ameplos' brief distraction to hone her expectations a bit, self-consciously mused her hair, and then accepted the offered drink with a dip of her head. The other man, Icarus, was another name familiar to Victra though she arguably knew less about his exploits then Ampelos'. She had never really had much reason to follow what the Moontraveler branch got up too... It was best to put as little interest into it as possible lest she accidentally let her parents think some unrelated part of the family might have a suitable spouse for her. Military life was far to rigid for someone of her disposition. 
    The young lady didn't need to be told to seat as she settled into one of the chairs almost at the same time as Ampelos - it was clear there was a sort of casual air to this meeting and that let her breath a bit easier. She took a sip of her drink while Ampelos went over his proposal, pretending to think his offer over while knowing she would probably have jumped at any chance she could get to do some traveling. 
    "Casper? Busy place, but definitely suited for it. Who is the meeting set with?" She asked, though her mind was already cycling through what she knew of the place. She did have an acquaintance, just a merchants daughter, but they had spoken plenty about the Aviary there. She'd have to see it - it would be impossible for her to leave the city without doing so. "Oh, I suppose that means I'd be interested in joining you." It would be terribly inappropriate of her to bounce around in her seat in happiness, so Victra settled for taking another sip from her drink to hide the massive grin that had spread across her face. 
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    Victra Titancourt didn't quite know what to make of the letter she had received from Ampelos requesting her aid; honestly, she was surprised the man even knew who she was. Sure, they were cousins (distant ones, but it was a true statement none the less), but it wasn't like she had many accomplishments under her belt unlike the former. Hell, she wasn't even sure she was considered and actual adult by many members of her family; her parents certainly still treated her like a child so why would any other person over the age of 20 do differently? Her level of maturity was one of many sources that caused tension between the young social butterfly and much more conservative parents - if she were to list all the other faults she supposedly had in their eyes, she'd have to spend a day dedicated to that task alone. Even then she probably would miss some.
    Annoyed by her train of thought, the lithe female wrinkled her small nose and glanced down at the creamy paper she held in her hands to read the words once again. Yeah, that was definitely her name and those words definitely meant to meet at the little estate on the shoreline so she wasn't going crazy. But... why? Certainly there were people with better contacts then herself and a bigger list of assets. Or maybe that wasn't what Ampelos needed? Did he want someone whose allies and previous connections weren't well known enough to taint a possible alliance with others? That could make sense, but she felt like she was grasping at straws. 
    Deciding she wasn't going to find any more answers in the letter that she had already thoroughly dissected for hidden meanings, she stuffed it into her pocket and took a deep breath. Alright, so, she was just going to meet her cousin and see what he wanted and so long as she was pretty sure he wasn't using this to make a mockery of her, then it was honestly a great opportunity. And she really needed to get out of the Estate more - see the world, or a bit of it, and actually see the few penpals she had maintained over the years. A small smile curled across her pixie like face as her steady stroll brought her to the marked meeting place. It took all of a second for her large doe eyes to fall on the blonde hair of the man she had only really seen from distance at family events. 
    "Ampelos!" She called out cheerfully, coming around the little table set with drinks. She looked down at her hand then stuck it out towards the man. "I'm Victra, though you probably knew that already." She glanced at the drinks again. "One of those for me?" 
     
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    I'd like to discuss my interest in Arlais Island with you, sir ?
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    "Hey... I've seen that look before," Torie said, as the small girl approached their table. "But never from a person. What's wrong, do I know you from somewhere?" Torie had travelled all over, and made lots of friends and enemies along the way. Perhaps this was someone she had met before, following her to ask - beg - for help. Torie got down from the table and approached the girl, slowly, with a friendly smile raising her whiskers and alighting her green eyes.
    Then she noticed the girl's bare feet.
    "Oh, you've been out like that? You must be freezing," she said, and pulled the girl into her luxuriously thick fur for a hug. Then she held the girl at foreleg's length, huge paws that dwarfed her humanoid head sitting on her slim shoulders and rubbing her arms up and down. "Are you hungry? Hey, uh, Levin? Bring us some stew. Something warm," she yelled to the innkeeper behind the bar.
    "Why don't we move to a table near the fire, friends?" she said to Lorial and the other stranger. Then she guided the girl closer to the hearth, and gestured to an empty seat.
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    Before the newcomer could introduce herself, another person decided to join the party.  Lorial had been aware of her the moment she'd walked through the door, though she didn't show it.  She was always aware of her surroundings, since she'd been a mercenary for quite a few years.  The small female stumbling through the door in the middle of her speech, letting sunlight pierce the darkened tavern, was hard to miss.  The small second she glanced in the direction of the girl, somewhere between 'Nice to meet you, Tori,' she could hear the rapid beat of her heart.  She was either very excited, or very scared.  The large eyes and the confused look had Lorial guessing it was more fear.  She ignored the girl, not seeing her as a threat, and went back to paying attention to those who would be on the trip with her.  
    But as if her brief glance had drawn the girl in their direction, she crept over toward their party and almost lay down at Tori's feet.  Lorial stopped talking, though she had more she'd wanted to say.  She just looked at the strange white haired female, and waited to see what sort of strangeness this was.  If it was Tori's friend, and she was coming along, that was one thing.  If she was just over here for Godess knows what reason, she would have to be shooed away.  She had the look of a frail flower, all those bright tattoos on that bright white skin.  She didn't look very hardy, or like she would fare very well on a trip out into the rough terrain.  
     
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    Ampelos certainly knew his business, she almost wasn't sure he even needed her presence... not that she was about to offer up that little bit of insight though - it would be like shooting herself in her foot. She wanted away from home and this opportunity had presented itself in her perfect manner to give her some freedoms and slap her name on achievement while she was at it. She didn't have many of those, but she was eager to start proving herself and earning a proper place at the adult table. Even if she wasn't entirely sure what was so special about this particular arrangement; from what she could tell, it was a good but the standard type of deal you could hope to make. So either she understood what was taking place far to well and this whole endeavor was really just that jarringly simple, or she had failed to grasp the larger plan... Given what she knew about the blonde haired man holding this little gathering, she had a hard time believing it was the former. Victra had never been the type who learned by having others speak at her - she was much more hands on and 'in the moment' type of learner so it was pretty easy to assume she simply had missed the genius of the plan. 
    But that was fine, she was here to deal with people, not the logistics of trade agreements. If Ampelos needed her to brush shoulders and make friends somewhere along the line, she knew she could do that. 
    The young woman swirled her glass, watching the ice chase each other in circles while pretending to think about the information she had just been given. There actually was something, a barely recollected mention of the company tickling at the back of her mind; a change in ownership, was it? That seemed right and yet not entirely at the same time. Hopefully the information Ampelos had for them would clear that up. 
    "I'm good to leave within the hour in all honestly, I won't have much to bring," she slanted her gaze towards Icarus next; "And If you need help getting things together, just ask."
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    Ampelos certainly knew his business, she almost wasn't sure he even needed her presence... not that she was about to offer up that little bit of insight though - it would be like shooting herself in her foot. She wanted away from home and this opportunity had presented itself in her perfect manner to give her some freedoms and slap her name on achievement while she was at it. She didn't have many of those, but she was eager to start proving herself and earning a proper place at the adult table. Even if she wasn't entirely sure what was so special about this particular arrangement; from what she could tell, it was a good but the standard type of deal you could hope to make. So either she understood what was taking place far to well and this whole endeavor was really just that jarringly simple, or she had failed to grasp the larger plan... Given what she knew about the blonde haired man holding this little gathering, she had a hard time believing it was the former. Victra had never been the type who learned by having others speak at her - she was much more hands on and 'in the moment' type of learner so it was pretty easy to assume she simply had missed the genius of the plan. 
    But that was fine, she was here to deal with people, not the logistics of trade agreements. If Ampelos needed her to brush shoulders and make friends somewhere along the line, she knew she could do that. 
    The young woman swirled her glass, watching the ice chase each other in circles while pretending to think about the information she had just been given. There actually was something, a barely recollected mention of the company tickling at the back of her mind; a change in ownership, was it? That seemed right and yet not entirely at the same time. Hopefully the information Ampelos had for them would clear that up. 
    "I'm good to leave within the hour in all honestly, I won't have much to bring," she slanted her gaze towards Icarus next; "And If you need help getting things together, just ask."
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    Alright ?
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    @Minuet of the Nightingale Welcome to the thread!  I looked up your charrie’s profile, and noticed you mentioned to Venus Sprite something about a hiding cloak?  Does that mean that she’ll be invisible to everyone, but she can still be sensed in other ways?  Such as heard by someone, for example?  
    And for the whole group, since there’s been such slow posting on this thread, me included, I thought maybe we can leave out the posting order.  A post when you want kind of thing.  In doing this we’ll definitely need to keep each other informed about if we plan to have something big happen that will effect us all.  I hope everyone is ok with that.  This way we can post when inspiration strikes us.... or when we have time.
     
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    Oh, no a cloak made of animal hide. Nothing magical. XD
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    The settlement was overwhelming. There was entirely too much happening here; too many colors, too many sounds, too many smells... And far to many strange people to bump into. Thankfully, she didn't stand out here. Everyone looked strange to her, and none of them seemed to even register the white skinned girl with the wild hair and brilliant eyes skirting the streets like a frightened cat. It was just a normal day for them. Unfortunately for Shae, no day was normal for her. She hadn't even been alive long enough to even figure out what normal should be. Terrified and seemingly invisible,  the little slip of a humanoid twisted out of the way of a man walking by, arms laden with boxes, and nearly found herself in the path of an ox pulled cart that didn't even slow as she scampered out of the way. The man guiding the beast yelled something at her, but she didn't understand anything more then the angry tone and heat rolling off of him. Shae instinctively barred her teeth and growled, but the man didn't even so much as blink and carried on past, muttering under his breath.
    The girl felt as if every hair on her body was standing on end, and the heart that beat within her chest was thumping so heavily and swiftly she was almost sure it would explode out of her ribcage at any minute. Her fear was now mixed with the hot boil of anger in her stomach, and if she didn't find somewhere quiet soon... 
    As if some higher power was witnessing her struggle and decided to lend a hand, that very moment the wood Shae had pressed her back too shifted and pulled away, resulting in the girl tumbling back into a dimly lit building. She managed to twist and catch herself in an awkward crouch before springing back to her feet and away from the very confused person who had just opened the bar to head out. Her eyes met theirs and it felt like a while passed before the stranger shook their head and left, snapping the door shut behind them. 
    Shae took several shallow breaths, shoulders heaving and focused on the first interior she had ever seen. It wasn't what she expected to find, and she wasn't really in the best mindset to appreciate it; tables and chairs covered the floor space, several with people occupying them. Almost none paid her any mind just like the others on the street. The next thing Shae noticed was the warmth that was seeping into her. She had been out in the cold for a long time, but her body didn't seem to suffer much from it. Still, this sensation was comforting and for the first time she managed to school her panicked breathing into regular intervals as she wiggled her toes and continued to scan the room. Pretty much everyone here stood out - she could find some interesting feature on 90% of the occupants of this place, whatever it was, and the more she looked the more she started to notice most of these people had food or drink before them. 
    Shae smacked her lips, realizing how dry her mouth was and the matching state of her stomach. She pressed a hand to her belly, brow coming together and focused her attention on what was the most unique gathering here; this table only won because of the over-sized feline. Animals was something Shae understood - she had spent her whole life (all two weeks of it) in the company of the forest creatures. Some had tolerated her, others hostile... But they were all very clear about where they stood with her. 
    So on cold bare feet, she approached the table, moving in an uneasy gait that did finally draw some attention; she looked like she was trying to sneak without actually doing so. When she reached the table, eyes still on the tiger, she lowered herself down to the ground, making sure her head was well below the felines. Submission to show she wasn't a threat worked very well previously and she had been left scraps to scavenge through using this method before.
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    The settlement was overwhelming. There was entirely too much happening here; too many colors, too many sounds, too many smells... And far to many strange people to bump into. Thankfully, she didn't stand out here. Everyone looked strange to her, and none of them seemed to even register the white skinned girl with the wild hair and brilliant eyes skirting the streets like a frightened cat. It was just a normal day for them. Unfortunately for Shae, no day was normal for her. She hadn't even been alive long enough to even figure out what normal should be. Terrified and seemingly invisible,  the little slip of a humanoid twisted out of the way of a man walking by, arms laden with boxes, and nearly found herself in the path of an ox pulled cart that didn't even slow as she scampered out of the way. The man guiding the beast yelled something at her, but she didn't understand anything more then the angry tone and heat rolling off of him. Shae instinctively barred her teeth and growled, but the man didn't even so much as blink and carried on past, muttering under his breath.
    The girl felt as if every hair on her body was standing on end, and the heart that beat within her chest was thumping so heavily and swiftly she was almost sure it would explode out of her ribcage at any minute. Her fear was now mixed with the hot boil of anger in her stomach, and if she didn't find somewhere quiet soon... 
    As if some higher power was witnessing her struggle and decided to lend a hand, that very moment the wood Shae had pressed her back too shifted and pulled away, resulting in the girl tumbling back into a dimly lit building. She managed to twist and catch herself in an awkward crouch before springing back to her feet and away from the very confused person who had just opened the bar to head out. Her eyes met theirs and it felt like a while passed before the stranger shook their head and left, snapping the door shut behind them. 
    Shae took several shallow breaths, shoulders heaving and focused on the first interior she had ever seen. It wasn't what she expected to find, and she wasn't really in the best mindset to appreciate it; tables and chairs covered the floor space, several with people occupying them. Almost none paid her any mind just like the others on the street. The next thing Shae noticed was the warmth that was seeping into her. She had been out in the cold for a long time, but her body didn't seem to suffer much from it. Still, this sensation was comforting and for the first time she managed to school her panicked breathing into regular intervals as she wiggled her toes and continued to scan the room. Pretty much everyone here stood out - she could find some interesting feature on 90% of the occupants of this place, whatever it was, and the more she looked the more she started to notice most of these people had food or drink before them. 
    Shae smacked her lips, realizing how dry her mouth was and the matching state of her stomach. She pressed a hand to her belly, brow coming together and focused her attention on what was the most unique gathering here; this table only won because of the over-sized feline. Animals was something Shae understood - she had spent her whole life (all two weeks of it) in the company of the forest creatures. Some had tolerated her, others hostile... But they were all very clear about where they stood with her. 
    So on cold bare feet, she approached the table, moving in an uneasy gait that did finally draw some attention; she looked like she was trying to sneak without actually doing so. When she reached the table, eyes still on the tiger, she lowered herself down to the ground, making sure her head was well below the felines. Submission to show she wasn't a threat worked very well previously and she had been left scraps to scavenge through using this method before.
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    Yes, it would be. Though she probably has a hide 'cloak' on that I was going to mention but forgot. I'll edit it in somewhere. :3 
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    Name:  Shae
    Age:  She's new, existed for a handful of days but a mature entity
    Race:  Shae is magic and spirit energy turned human... At least, as far as she can tell. She has no idea if there is a name for her kind or if there even are others like her.
    Racial Perks: 
    + She doesn't need to sleep nearly as much as most other races, a couple hours every night is more then enough. The same is true with food and water, though she rather enjoys eating. Shae actually feeds off of emotions, and the stronger the emotion the better the meal. Her well of magic is also fueled by how much she has fed. As far as she is aware, feeding on someone's emotions doesn't really harm them except it may make them a bit apathetic after. It generally lasts an hour at the most.
     + A down side of her race is that most things that effect a spirit/ghost will have an impact on her as well - she can't pass through metal at least an inch thick, purified salt will keep her from crossing into a threshold, she also can't step onto certain hallowed grounds (depending on the protections in place), and exorcism magic can knock her out. 
    Orientation: Uncertain, romance and sex are concepts she hasn't really had time to consider.
    Magic:  
    Empathy - Shae can not influence another's emotions, but she can generally get a sense of where someone's head may be at. It allows her to be surprising intuitive and obviously means she shows great compassion for most creatures. In order for her empathy to really kick in, she has to be focused on a person which makes it hard to use in public places where there are plenty of distractions around. Using her power on another Empath does create something of a feedback loop that can knock her on her butt.
    Astral Projection - For a few hours, Shae can send her 'spirit' out of her body. In this state she can not affect the world around her in any meaningful way, but she can pass through barriers and reach places a lot of normal fleshy things can't. She can also chose to be seen if she wants by most people, though some animals and any person connected to spirits can see her even when she doesn't want to be seen. While projecting her spirit, she can fly at a decent speed, but the farther she goes from her body, the more energy she uses. This ability also leaves her body defenseless and she wouldn't know if it was in danger - she could very easily attempt to return only to find she has been eaten by some large entity or kidnapped while she was away. If her body was moved while she was gone, she can generally focus to figure out it's general whereabouts, but it's not precise, and again doesn't tell her the state it's in. She is unsure if she would still sense her body if it was dead as there's no real way for her to test that. 
    Possession (minor) - While projecting her spirit, Shae can chose to possess an entity. Beasts and Monsters with lower willpower are really all she can manage at the moment. If she were to try, she could possess most children. She could also strike a deal with a person to let her in, but she is unaware of this part of her ability at the present. 
    Skills:   
    Acrobatic - She's light on her feet, nimble, and agile. She can climb most things with ease and is almost jarringly bendy. She could easily be a contortionist if she even knew what that was. 
    (( More to be discovered as she learns them ))
    Non-talents:
    + At present, Shae's mastery of speech is practically non-existent (though she will pick it up fairly quick), and any broader ideas of mathematics, technology, advanced magical theory, and even philosophy would be lost on her. 
    + She's not really capable of handling a hit well; She has a 'glass jaw' 
    + An over-active olfactory sense means she spends a lot of time in populated places feeling sick and ill at ease. She even gets faint if the smell is particularly pungent. It's not a major hindrance, especially if adrenaline comes into play, but otherwise it would slow her down as she stops to vomit every 10 minutes.
    (( Will add more as she discovers the things she kind of sucks at ))
    Personality (overview):
    Biography:  Presently, there is very little to say about Shae - she simply woke up in a forest a handful of days (maybe a couple weeks?) ago. She is aware she is unnatural and while she doesn't have any memories or real knowledge of what's going on, she definitely seems to have some patterns that her body naturally falls into. From time to time certain things she sees or think will just click or resonate with her as if remembering something without any reason to remember it. 
    The hidden truth of Shae is that she was once a human, but the chaos and changes that plagued the land twisted her into something else entirely. The girl she was before is dead and can't be brought back, though the body has it's own kind of memories which allow Shae to learn certain things fairly quickly, especially with adequate instruction. There is a small chance actual memories from the girl before might still exist in her head, but once again, Shae is more like a spirit occupy a soulless body she is keeping sustained, preserved, and functioning. 
    Appearance: 

     
    Hair: Shae has somewhat wild white hair that is haphazardly layered and cut. She doesn't seem to pay it much attention. 
    Eyes: Bright blue that glows in low/dark lighting. 
    Physique: Shae is a rather thin entity and kind of gives the impression that she could be snatched away by a light breeze. Her skin has an ever so slight greyish quality, and is covered in strange blue tattoos that often pulsate and shimmer when she's using magic or near strong magical sources. She looks delicate but wild, and stands 5''4. 
     
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    The settlement was overwhelming. There was entirely too much happening here; too many colors, too many sounds, too many smells... And far to many strange people to bump into. Thankfully, she didn't stand out here. Everyone looked strange to her, and none of them seemed to even register the white skinned girl with the wild hair and brilliant eyes skirting the streets like a frightened cat. It was just a normal day for them. Unfortunately for Shae, no day was normal for her. She hadn't even been alive long enough to even figure out what normal should be. Terrified and seemingly invisible,  the little slip of a humanoid twisted out of the way of a man walking by, arms laden with boxes, and nearly found herself in the path of an ox pulled cart that didn't even slow as she scampered out of the way. The man guiding the beast yelled something at her, but she didn't understand anything more then the angry tone and heat rolling off of him. Shae instinctively barred her teeth and growled, but the man didn't even so much as blink and carried on past, muttering under his breath.
    The girl felt as if every hair on her body was standing on end, and the heart that beat within her chest was thumping so heavily and swiftly she was almost sure it would explode out of her ribcage at any minute. Her fear was now mixed with the hot boil of anger in her stomach, and if she didn't find somewhere quiet soon... 
    As if some higher power was witnessing her struggle and decided to lend a hand, that very moment the wood Shae had pressed her back too shifted and pulled away, resulting in the girl tumbling back into a dimly lit building. She managed to twist and catch herself in an awkward crouch before springing back to her feet and away from the very confused person who had just opened the bar to head out. Her eyes met theirs and it felt like a while passed before the stranger shook their head and left, snapping the door shut behind them. 
    Shae took several shallow breaths, shoulders heaving and focused on the first interior she had ever seen. It wasn't what she expected to find, and she wasn't really in the best mindset to appreciate it; tables and chairs covered the floor space, several with people occupying them. Almost none paid her any mind just like the others on the street. The next thing Shae noticed was the warmth that was seeping into her. She had been out in the cold for a long time, but her body didn't seem to suffer much from it. Still, this sensation was comforting and for the first time she managed to school her panicked breathing into regular intervals as she wiggled her toes and continued to scan the room. Pretty much everyone here stood out - she could find some interesting feature on 90% of the occupants of this place, whatever it was, and the more she looked the more she started to notice most of these people had food or drink before them. 
    Shae smacked her lips, realizing how dry her mouth was and the matching state of her stomach. She pressed a hand to her belly, brow coming together and focused her attention on what was the most unique gathering here; this table only won because of the over-sized feline. Animals was something Shae understood - she had spent her whole life (all two weeks of it) in the company of the forest creatures. Some had tolerated her, others hostile... But they were all very clear about where they stood with her. 
    So on cold bare feet, she approached the table, moving in an uneasy gait that did finally draw some attention; she looked like she was trying to sneak without actually doing so. When she reached the table, eyes still on the tiger, she lowered herself down to the ground, making sure her head was well below the felines. Submission to show she wasn't a threat worked very well previously and she had been left scraps to scavenge through using this method before.
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    The Dali manor loomed overhead - a foreboding thing as far the petite Delaney was concerned. She was accustomed to fancy homes, or so she had thought, but this manor definitely reminded her that there was still a long way between her and the people that actually ruled. The pale woman wrinkled her little nose, near-white eyes skimming over the old stone bricks and columns as if she could discern some hidden secrets from it. Really, she was just putting off actually having to enter the place.  She was tense and ill at ease here for several reasons, but the largest being the circumstances that brought her here in the first place. Her summons to come stay at the Dali Estate may have been written politely enough, but she had been able to read between the lines and the message was clear as day to her; she was not fully free from the investigation into her husbands untimely death. She'd been brought here because she was a potential suspect.
    Leviticus Wyrmwalker had had his fair share of enemies - he caused a lot of trouble for some very powerful people, after all. However, it was also no secret that the pretty little wife he had plucked from some up-and-coming family was not being treated like the precious little gem he had pretended she was while courting her. Truth be told, this trip to the Manor was the first time Delaney had been past the garden walls of the country home Leviticus had housed her in ever since her marriage to him 4 years ago. If only imprisoning her was the worst thing he'd subjected her too in that time. 
    Delaney chased those thoughts away and lifted a hand to pull down the short veil that obscured her eyes from view just enough to make a person question if she simply looked tired or if she was trying to hide her tear swollen eyes. 
    She felt like she made a convincing widow at least; she wore black and had purchased enough black clothing to last her far longer then custom would demand she wear it, and the elegant golden band Leviticus had given her still encircled her finger. The only other jewelry she wore was a pin fashioned into the shape of a blue rose that contained a drop of blood from her late husband at it's very centre. She had ordered it made in the days following Leviticus' death and eventual enterrement though she wasn't sure if she had done so because she felt she had too or if some part of her was actually going to miss the man. Four years was a long time to have someone in your life, even if they had been a constant torment... And Delaney was fairly far from the cold hearted woman so many people assumed upon meeting her.  
    "Lady Wyrmwalker?" A soft, uncertain voice called out from behind her, startling her from her thoughts. She almost jumped. 
    "I... Yes?" She asked, not even turning to see who had spoken to her. That much uncertainty meant it was most likely staff... and not one that had a lot of power. 
    "I'm to bring your things to your rooms. If you'd like to follow me, I'd be happy to show you them to you at the same time?" 
    The upward inflection turned the statement into more of a question then a request. Delaney let out a heavy sigh, guessing she had stalled enough and gave a little nod of her head, finally looking over at the young man with a mop of dark brown hair. He had two others with him, each laden with her luggage and trunks of her possessions. 
    "Yes, I suppose that would be for the best," she agreed, motioning for the three to lead the way. When they passed, she followed on silent feet, arms crossed over her chest and shoulders hunched up towards her ears as if she could shrink away and out of existence. 
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    The Dali manor loomed overhead - a foreboding thing as far the petite Delaney was concerned. She was accustomed to fancy homes, or so she had thought, but this manor definitely reminded her that there was still a long way between her and the people that actually ruled. The pale woman wrinkled her little nose, near-white eyes skimming over the old stone bricks and columns as if she could discern some hidden secrets from it. Really, she was just putting off actually having to enter the place.  She was tense and ill at ease here for several reasons, but the largest being the circumstances that brought her here in the first place. Her summons to come stay at the Dali Estate may have been written politely enough, but she had been able to read between the lines and the message was clear as day to her; she was not fully free from the investigation into her husbands untimely death. She'd been brought here because she was a potential suspect.
    Leviticus Wyrmwalker had had his fair share of enemies - he caused a lot of trouble for some very powerful people, after all. However, it was also no secret that the pretty little wife he had plucked from some up-and-coming family was not being treated like the precious little gem he had pretended she was while courting her. Truth be told, this trip to the Manor was the first time Delaney had been past the garden walls of the country home Leviticus had housed her in ever since her marriage to him 4 years ago. If only imprisoning her was the worst thing he'd subjected her too in that time. 
    Delaney chased those thoughts away and lifted a hand to pull down the short veil that obscured her eyes from view just enough to make a person question if she simply looked tired or if she was trying to hide her tear swollen eyes. 
    She felt like she made a convincing widow at least; she wore black and had purchased enough black clothing to last her far longer then custom would demand she wear it, and the elegant golden band Leviticus had given her still encircled her finger. The only other jewelry she wore was a pin fashioned into the shape of a blue rose that contained a drop of blood from her late husband at it's very centre. She had ordered it made in the days following Leviticus' death and eventual enterrement though she wasn't sure if she had done so because she felt she had too or if some part of her was actually going to miss the man. Four years was a long time to have someone in your life, even if they had been a constant torment... And Delaney was fairly far from the cold hearted woman so many people assumed upon meeting her.  
    "Lady Wyrmwalker?" A soft, uncertain voice called out from behind her, startling her from her thoughts. She almost jumped. 
    "I... Yes?" She asked, not even turning to see who had spoken to her. That much uncertainty meant it was most likely staff... and not one that had a lot of power. 
    "I'm to bring your things to your rooms. If you'd like to follow me, I'd be happy to show you them to you at the same time?" 
    The upward inflection turned the statement into more of a question then a request. Delaney let out a heavy sigh, guessing she had stalled enough and gave a little nod of her head, finally looking over at the young man with a mop of dark brown hair. He had two others with him, each laden with her luggage and trunks of her possessions. 
    "Yes, I suppose that would be for the best," she agreed, motioning for the three to lead the way. When they passed, she followed on silent feet, arms crossed over her chest and shoulders hunched up towards her ears as if she could shrink away and out of existence. 
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    Aunt Francine had always irked Evienne. 
    She had always been nice enough, curteous if a little snippy. She was everything Evienne should admire, on paper, organized, well dressed polite. But, the way she treated Merida, her impatience with her, Merida's subsequent nervousness-- the distaste for anything Moontraveller, sat uncomfortably with Evienne. So, when Evienne did start hassling Francine to see Merida after she was found, it became quickly evident that Francine hated anything she couldn't control.
    Her Aunt was able to keep her away two days. For Evienne it was two days too many.
    She's taken to wearing dresses with high necks, and today was no different. Perhaps, if no one else could see the faint white lines streaking past her neck, she wouldn't see them either. And perhaps if they stopped asking Leizhen, she would stop seeing the girls' specter. But they do see, and they do comment and Leizhen is forever burned into Evienne's mind as are the thin scars, too faint for her to be satisfied. Next time, she would scratch at jugular.
    Atleast, that was what she had promised herself, if they never found Merida. Battered beyond belief, she was informed that Merida had slept for two days. They were afraid she wouldn't wake at one point, but she had, and the relief that came from that was almost too much for her to bear. She didn't deserve as much. And, still, Evienne found herself running-- rushing to see Merida. It was too good to be true, if Merida was alive, if she was well, if she was whole...
    She was in the study, in a wheel chair- and the black of her dress did nothing to hide how it sagged. Merida was pale and drawn, bruises and cuts mottled her face, the back of her visible hand-- the other, covered in gauze, her eyes were ringed with circles that could've been a mirror to Evienne's under her paint and powder. But still, she was alive and whole, and she couldn't quite stop herself from seizing her by the shoulder, and sinking into a desperate embrace. Merida was here, she was alive, she was well and she was whole. She did not have a bullet in her head.
    Unbidden tears stung her eyes, and Evienne made a valiant effort to keep them at bay. It would do no good to let Merida see her in such dire straights, it would be silly to let her worry, all was alright. Traitorously still, her was quivered when spoke, "Oh, my dear girl, won't you forgive me? I've done you wrong."
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    It had been two days since her return to the Estate when Merida finally woke up from her deep slumber. Ever since she was placed in her bed, she hadn't bother to wake until now. Her body had been so tired, so beaten, and it all felt so heavy. It weighed on the girl, and despite all the pain she felt, she slept through it all.
    Her mother stayed by her as she slept, having returned days after hearing the news. She sat rigid, like a statue the entire time, seething with anger and disappointment. Disappointment in Greta, the Governess she had hired, and in Vesper Moontraveler. "Moontravelers are nothing but trouble!" Her mother always said to her, but Merida never believed a word of it. Especially now. 
    When Merida woke, her body ached, her joints stiff from laying so still. Her wounds hurt, but since her arrival home she had been visited by many healers, per her mother's orders. Her hands were scarred, but her magick was no longer blocked, and her left hand was heavily bandaged to prevent it from getting dirty, the missing ring finger safe from infection. The many wounds she received from her week in Hell would most likely scar, but those things she could hide. For Francine however, she was worried about the bruises on her daughter's face, and the state of her hair. 
    The cursed red hair. 
    "You're awake." Francine said, not looking up from the tome she held in her lap. She sat in a large overstuffed armchair that Greta normally sat in, but now the old crone stood behind the Spidervalley Master, her gray eyes staring at Merida with little to no emotion. They were cold, dead eyes. Merida could always feel the icy chill whenever they set their sights on her. Francine shifted in her seat, and she licked her thumb before turning the page, only glancing up at her daughter while she awaited a response. "Well, did they take out your tongue as well?" 
    Merida slowly sat up in her bed, her back leaning up gently against the headboard. She was shocked to hear her mother's voice instead of Greta's, and it nearly stopped her heart in her chest. The girl saw the outline of the Governess in the corner by the window, and her mothers silhouette just under it. She didn't know what to say, she hadn't heard from her mother in months, she wasn't even aware she was even here. Merida turned her head away, her good hand finding it's way nervously into her butchered hair, tugging on a curl anxiously. She flinched as her mother spoke again, and Merida bit her lip just slightly before turning her head back into her mother's direction. "G-good Afternoon, Mother. How long was I asleep?" She asked, and she heard her mother shut the heavy book. 
    Francine handed the tome to Greta, and she sat up more in the chair. "Two days. You slept quite a long time. We were worried you wouldn't wake. You had a fever, but thankfully it broke, due to the Healers I found for you." Her mother's voice was curt, and not a word was wasted. Francine felt like every second of her time was valuable, so she didn't waste time with idle chatter unless it suited her. She looked at her daughter, and wondered how that cowering girl had even survived that week in the Descartes Twins custody. "I see your Aunt let you go to the Reverie, after Greta told you you weren't to attend." 
    Every conversation with her mother went like this. Merida bowed her head, her fingers tugging on her hair. The only positive thing her mother had to say shocked her. "Ampelos tells me you're the manager of the Vineyard on Baizo." She said. "Good, do it well and it may move your rank within the Guild." Merida smiled at this, but then Francine cleared her throat and spoke again. "Your cousin, Evienne Goldcourt has been asking to see you. Seems she feels guilty about letting you slip through her fingers." Francine smiled, and put a hand to her mouth to gently dab at the corner of her lips. "I've arranged a luncheon for you both. You need to eat before you waste away, seems like those Twins didn't feed you adequately." She rose from the chair, and motioned for Greta to move. "Get her washed and dressed, then take her to see that woman. Her constant questioning is getting annoying, and I have work to do." Greta smiled, and dipped her head. "Yes my Lady, of course." 
    Merida sat through a bath and yet another haircut, just to even out the ends. The girl tried not to cry as a brush was yanked through her curls, her head being sharply shoved back to face frontwards each time she tried to squirm away. She was dressed in a black velvet gown that hugged her frame, and with long sleeves to hide bruises and cuts that adorned her skin. Her hair was trimmed and evened out, now complete with bangs, and the longest strands touched her chin. Her curls wanted to spring everywhere, but Greta managed to style it, her bangs hanging just above her eyes. She wore black slippers, nothing too fancy, just something to put on her feet so that the outfit was decent, and she wasn't wandering around barefoot. Merida found it painful to walk, so she was reduced to sit in a wheelchair, with Greta to push her around. 
    She was wheeled into a study, that had a small table placed in the center of the room, with a tea set placed ontop of the white lace tablecloth, with a plate setting set for two. Greta would not be joining them, she would go serve Francine while Evienne and Merida dined and reconciled. "Your cousin will be here shortly. I'm going to leave you here while I go assist your Lady Mother. Have Lady Goldcourt send for me when you're ready to retire." Greta said sharply, locking the wheels on the chair as she was placed at the table. Greta left after, leaving Merida alone in the study while she awaited for her cousin to arrive. It was safe to say Merida was nervous, she hadn't seen Evienne since the maze, and she heard that Evie had even gotten married, to an Uldwar. Though Merida knew now it wasn't really Luis who did this to her, she still felt like the Uldwars were to blame. 
     
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    The speed at which Ampelos turned from one Dali to the next was somewhat surprising to Icarus. He had not been expecting such sudden movement, but he didn't resist being pulled into his relative's embrace. His posture relaxed slightly as the welcome feeling of being amongst family washed over him. The drink passed to him was taken with gratitude, returning Ampelos' gesture with the glass.
    His eyes fell down to his beverage, his hand moving in small circles causing the ice inside to swirl around. Icarus took a slow drink as not to be disrespectful before placing the drink back in its resting spot. As Ampelos began to disclose his reason for the summons, Icarus' gaze shifted to Victra. He knew of her name, as he did with many within House Dali, but admittedly that was all he knew. Given the chance he would make an attempt to learn more of her. She was his family and all of his family housed a special place in his heart.
    Finally, Icarus took a seat along with the others though his posture was still straight and unrelaxed. He took his beverage back into his possession, swirling the ice within once again as he mulled Ampelos' words over on his mind. Icarus listened to Victra give her thoughts before adding his own. "My cousin, it well known that you have long since brought glory to, not only your name, but to House Dali in large. You have a sense for knowing what will benefit our family. To turn down your offer would be in distaste. It would be my honor to accompany Victra and yourself to Casper on behalf of the Moontraveler sub-branch for the betterment of our house. I need know only what time you plan to dispatch and if you should need me to gather any supplies. Should you need anything else you need only ask."
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    Victra felt like she had waited way to long for Ampelos to even look at her - he almost lazily turned to look at her, moving his sunglasses away from his light color to scan her over. The lithe red head desperately fought against the need to fidget as he seemed to stare at her shoes. She hadn't exactly chosen the best footwear for the beach, but the simple brown leather was sturdy and well fitted and as un-embellished as the rest of her outfit; Victra had always been a fan of simple, functional, and durable (much to her father's dismay). Generally the most colorful thing about her was the coppery hair atop her head. That day in particular she had even pulled out her best vest for the occasion and the dark green fabric was just barely accented with a bit of gold embroidery along the neckline. 
    She was still standing perfectly still, trying to gauge her cousins mindset when he suddenly rose from the chair. He didn't move towards her at any great speed, but it was still instinctual that she slip out of his grasp. At the last second Victra realized he was going for a hug and nothing sinister and stopped her retreat to let Ampelos pull her close. She awkwardly patted his back in return. 
    To say Victra was caught off guard by the man would have been an understatement - she almost missed most of the words he spoke to her next and was rather grateful when a third member joined them at the table. She took Ameplos' brief distraction to hone her expectations a bit, self-consciously mused her hair, and then accepted the offered drink with a dip of her head. The other man, Icarus, was another name familiar to Victra though she arguably knew less about his exploits then Ampelos'. She had never really had much reason to follow what the Moontraveler branch got up too... It was best to put as little interest into it as possible lest she accidentally let her parents think some unrelated part of the family might have a suitable spouse for her. Military life was far to rigid for someone of her disposition. 
    The young lady didn't need to be told to seat as she settled into one of the chairs almost at the same time as Ampelos - it was clear there was a sort of casual air to this meeting and that let her breath a bit easier. She took a sip of her drink while Ampelos went over his proposal, pretending to think his offer over while knowing she would probably have jumped at any chance she could get to do some traveling. 
    "Casper? Busy place, but definitely suited for it. Who is the meeting set with?" She asked, though her mind was already cycling through what she knew of the place. She did have an acquaintance, just a merchants daughter, but they had spoken plenty about the Aviary there. She'd have to see it - it would be impossible for her to leave the city without doing so. "Oh, I suppose that means I'd be interested in joining you." It would be terribly inappropriate of her to bounce around in her seat in happiness, so Victra settled for taking another sip from her drink to hide the massive grin that had spread across her face. 
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    Victra felt like she had waited way to long for Ampelos to even look at her - he almost lazily turned to look at her, moving his sunglasses away from his light color to scan her over. The lithe red head desperately fought against the need to fidget as he seemed to stare at her shoes. She hadn't exactly chosen the best footwear for the beach, but the simple brown leather was sturdy and well fitted and as un-embellished as the rest of her outfit; Victra had always been a fan of simple, functional, and durable (much to her father's dismay). Generally the most colorful thing about her was the coppery hair atop her head. That day in particular she had even pulled out her best vest for the occasion and the dark green fabric was just barely accented with a bit of gold embroidery along the neckline. 
    She was still standing perfectly still, trying to gauge her cousins mindset when he suddenly rose from the chair. He didn't move towards her at any great speed, but it was still instinctual that she slip out of his grasp. At the last second Victra realized he was going for a hug and nothing sinister and stopped her retreat to let Ampelos pull her close. She awkwardly patted his back in return. 
    To say Victra was caught off guard by the man would have been an understatement - she almost missed most of the words he spoke to her next and was rather grateful when a third member joined them at the table. She took Ameplos' brief distraction to hone her expectations a bit, self-consciously mused her hair, and then accepted the offered drink with a dip of her head. The other man, Icarus, was another name familiar to Victra though she arguably knew less about his exploits then Ampelos'. She had never really had much reason to follow what the Moontraveler branch got up too... It was best to put as little interest into it as possible lest she accidentally let her parents think some unrelated part of the family might have a suitable spouse for her. Military life was far to rigid for someone of her disposition. 
    The young lady didn't need to be told to seat as she settled into one of the chairs almost at the same time as Ampelos - it was clear there was a sort of casual air to this meeting and that let her breath a bit easier. She took a sip of her drink while Ampelos went over his proposal, pretending to think his offer over while knowing she would probably have jumped at any chance she could get to do some traveling. 
    "Casper? Busy place, but definitely suited for it. Who is the meeting set with?" She asked, though her mind was already cycling through what she knew of the place. She did have an acquaintance, just a merchants daughter, but they had spoken plenty about the Aviary there. She'd have to see it - it would be impossible for her to leave the city without doing so. "Oh, I suppose that means I'd be interested in joining you." It would be terribly inappropriate of her to bounce around in her seat in happiness, so Victra settled for taking another sip from her drink to hide the massive grin that had spread across her face. 
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    "One of those for me?"
    Although the youngling had announced herself well in advance, Ampelos made no motion of recognition until she was very nearly upon him – just then he removed his hat, raised his sunglasses up to perch on his brow, and turned his gaze towards Victra with what appeared to be a tremendous physical effort. Ampelos's study of the young woman was rather candid, and criminally utilitarian; he spent more time inspecting her hands and her shoes than her face.  
    "For none other dearest cousin."
    Ampelos placed his half-empty/half-full drink on the table and sprang to his feet with the blood-born agility that even bookish Dali were gifted with. He was tentative in his approach of her, but the edges of his lips faltered into a coy smile moments before he closed the distance between them, hugged her for two seconds, and then released her to hold her at arm's length.
    "I've heard, and read, a lot of you dear cousin, but as to what you looked like I had only my wildest imaginings and you've exceeded them in every way. To see you and think, 'here lies the future of the House and ' –"
    "Icarus reporting Ampelos."
    Ampelos released Victra and spun about-face, clapping his hands onto Icarus's shoulders instead.
    "Dearest cousin!"
    Drawing him in for a signature two-second hug, and then releasing him. In the seconds that followed Ampelos passed Victra her drink, Icarus his, and gathered his own. He held it up for a friendly clink, drank modestly seeing as he'd begun before they arrived.
    "Thank you both for entertaining me so suddenly. We know to strike when the iron is hot but they don't tell us that in the world of business there are a very great many irons, all constantly flying about and crashing into one another, and all getting hotter or cooling down with nearly no sense to it all."
    He sat, removing his sunglasses so he could slide one leg down the front of his shirt, and placing his hat over his face. To the young Victra he likely seemed a little silly and to the military Icarus, perhaps a bit too casual, but whatever their impressions or misgivings Ampelos was, for the moment, setting the pace of their conversation.
    Only when they were both seated did he continue.
    "I have a business meeting in Casper. My intention is to broaden Dali's transportation network. I'd like someone with expertise in professional courtship." One of them had Court right in their name. "And someone with a strong sense of organization and process." Who better than a military-minded Moontraveler?
    "Would you two care to accompany me?"
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