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The girl who brought over the tea was also the one known as Kendra, who pointed at her self with wide eyes. Vito smiled under his mask at her surprised expression, tho funny, it was to be expected. Even in a nice environment, it was easy to lose hope or forgot why you were here. She has decided to pick a younger girl, who clung to her as if they were sisters.

On 10/14/2019 at 1:20 AM, Lacernella Rubra said:

“If…I go, I want to go with Ruby.”

"If that is so, then Ruby can join us."

On 10/14/2019 at 1:20 AM, Lacernella Rubra said:

“What exactly do you want me to do?”

"You'll initially be taken under my wing, learn how make familiars and other specialist items. If you decide you don't enjoy it, there are plenty of opportunities in my town. School, other children, research expeditions, etc. It's more about what you want, I'm merely hoping you take interest in my craft."  Dhizzandra tried to comfort Kendra, who seemed a little unsure. As to be expected when two masked figures come to take somewhere. 

On 10/14/2019 at 1:20 AM, Lacernella Rubra said:

“He has chocolate. We can go.”

The two laughed, Vito and Jestaira chuckling along. Whilst Kendra was wary, it appeared Ruby followed her stomach. "Our bakery also has chocolatiers, if you want you can learn how to make your own chocolate there. From chocolate truffles to lava fondant, they make it all"

Vito turned and focused his attention on Kendra, who still seemed unsure. Whilst she gave a soft smile, uncertainty was still there. "Kendra, nobody here will make you go. Whilst I'm happy with Ruby's craving for chocolate and if Dhizzandra would give me her blessing, only you can decide if you want to join me. If you decline and later decide you do want come, then that's okay as well. You've got all the time in the world, no rushing is needed."

 

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Rufus had lingered outside, suddenly unsure of his decision to adopt a child. Even if family tradition demanded it, could he really drag a child into the madness and turmoil of Ursa Madeum politics? It seemed wrong somehow, to place all of that on the shoulders of some kid just looking for a home. Furthermore, was he really fit to be a parent? He still wasn't over the death of his husband. The trauma of the loss often manifested in drinking and other forms of intoxication. 

What was the right thing to do?

For now, he supposed he would go inside, sit down, and listen to what the headmistress had to say. 

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Doubt crosses Kendra’s angular face for a moment. She had no magical talent, why would this man want her? On the other hand…if she were able to learn, she would never again fall victim to those that sought to exploit her, like in Izral. This land was new and ripe for the exploring – if only one were willing to take the chance.

Kendra puts on the bravest face she can muster.

“I’ll go.” She offers after only a moments hesitation. “I want to learn, and it’ll do good to show the others that we can find good homes from here.”

“And he has chocolate.” Ruby added, as if to ensure that Kendra did not forget the most important part. That brought a light laugh bubbling from the girl.

“Yeah, and you have chocolate.”

Dhizzandra then turns her attentions to Rufus whilst Vito and Jestaira speak to Kendra and Ruby. Susan is eyeing all of this with a sharp gaze at the back of the room, as if cataloguing all that is going on.

“And what of you, sir?” The dryad asks. “Is there…something or someone in particular I can direct you to? Is there perhaps a particular trait you’re seeking?”

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Kendra pondered for a while, before coming to a conclusion. FIlling the raiders heart with joy, she accepted. With the two now both having accepted the offer, Vito was happy to get moving. Walking over, he gave the two a pat on the head. Yet again, the desire of chocolate coming into play. Something Vito would have to have a ready supply of.

"YAY!" Jestaira called out.

'Congratulations, you're now a father.'

'It's a good feeling.'

"Whenever you're ready we'll head on out, take your time. I'll be wrapping things up with Dhizzandra." He said to the two girls, before walking over the the dryad. Vito placed a canvas bag of assorted gems on the table. "A donation on behalf of my settlement, is there anything else I need to do? Like sign any papers?"

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Rufus considered his words carefully before speaking.

"I am looking for a child, preferably a teenager. Someone intelligent, studious, a fast learner. One that can handle a bit of responsibility; and even a bit of pressure should the need arise." 

He wasn't going to pluck some naive child out and raise them until it was time to blindside them with what was expected on them. Before he took anyone, he would make sure they understood the role they would be expected to play. Of course he would do his best to prepare them for it. He would do his best to support them, love them, give them everything he could like he would have for born heir. 

They would need to understand that he would be learning to be a parent as they were learning to be a Noble.

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At Jestaira’s exclamation, Kendra gave a surprised blink before offering a broader grin. It was nice to think that the people adopting them were happy about it. That wasn’t always the case – despite whether the people came looking.

That aside, Kendra gasped and raced upstairs to gather hers and Ruby’s items. What they had was sparse, a few extra outfits each, but it was better than leaving it behind. Shoving it all into a canvas bag, the girl returns after a moment, it slung over her shoulder as though they were meant for carrying heavier burdens.

At the question of paperwork, Susan steps forward. Her glacial gaze bores into Vito as though she wishes to see directly through him before she holds out the paperwork.

“Ya havta sign this. Here and here. And thanks for the donation…people aren’t generally that kind.” She motions to the two areas marked with an X. Dhizzandra smiles at Susan, grateful for her assistance as she listens to Rufus’ comments. She contemplates a moment, mulling over what he has said.

“Susan would likely be your best candidate, then. She is smart and quick to learn, she’s also wary and knows some of how the world works already. She’s been a superb helper here, and many tasks with the children have fallen to her shoulders. She’s good at approaching a situation with a calm head before she reacts.”  The Dryad offers with a gentle smile. Susan pauses, having heard some of this in passing.

“Me, Mam?” She asks, staring wide eyed for a moment before her gaze narrows a tad. “Why?”

“Because you’re intelligent and steadfast, much like this man is mentioning. Perhaps…knowing more of what her tasks might be would be beneficial?” Dhizzandra questions gently, a smile tugging at her lips.

 

 

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No reason to dance around it.

"My name is Rufus Ignis Viridis, current head of House Viridis; nobility from Ursa Madeum. Me and my family are returning to the islands after decades in exile to reclaim our homeland. As the current Head of the family, our law states that I must have an heir to succeed me should the need arise. The problem is that I don't have any children; nor am I likely to have any in the near future. Luckily, the law states that my heir need not be related to me by blood, which means I can adopt."

Rufus leaned forward, "I'm not going to lie to you. While you're quality of life will improve drastically, this is not an invitation to an easy life. You'll be expected to learn a lot; the laws and customs of Ursa Madeum, and the same for House Viridis. There will also be a lot of schooling on sociology, political theory, general history, and more. All that without even mentioning the Druidic Art you'll be expected to learn."

"But I'm not asking all this for nothing. If you come with me, you'll have the best life that I can provide for you; which given my means is pretty damn good. And I'll look out for you. Do my best to be a... a parent."

Edited by danzilla3

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Vito watched as the shy girl suddenly ran up and back down the stairs in lighting speed, Kendra's little legs raising each other. With a heavy thud she came back downstairs with a large bag, eagerly ready to go. An older girl named Kendra came forward, giving Vito the papers to sign. Once all was complete, he stood up and gave the girls a pat on the head.

"No problem. Thank you for everything, Dhizzandra. They'll be under good care, we'll make sure to come visit in the future. " Vito turned his attention to his now adopted daughters. "Come on ladies, let's go home. Jestaira, you as well." Vito held the door open, they all gave one final wave as the trio of girls followed him out. They began walking down the hill, the jester making the children laugh as they slowly got further away.

 

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Dhizzandra watches with a fond gaze as Vito and the girls begin their trek to their new life. She hopes that they find it a meaningful one, and she settles to level her gaze on Rufus.

She is quiet as he explains, a small smile tugging at lips as Susan moves over to peer at Rufus with a scrutinizing gaze.

“So, I’ll kinda be a princess?” Susan asks for a long moment. Afterall, what girl has not dreamt of pretty dresses and tall towers? “I mean, sure, there’s work, but there’s work now. I havta clean after the babies, and do my studies.” Susan states.

Dhizzandra nods a bit.

“Susan is also the most …careful, of our children.” Dhizzandra offers,  Susan had not had an easy life, afterall. She had grown up in a brothel and only recently had been given a ‘home’ of sorts. From Brothel to princess sounded pretty darn good to her, even if it did include copious amounts of work. 

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"I suppose it is sort of like being a princess."

Rufus had made his decision. If he was going to be forced to bring a child into the chaotic world of Ursa Madean politics, it might as well be one as smart and careful as the one before him now. He stood up and walked over to her, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"I dub thee Susan Ignis Viridis. Welcome to the family."

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Susan peers at the man before her before managing a careful smile. She had never been part of a family before the orphanage, and to consider herself part of a noble, named family, well, she was practically giddy - though one would be hardpressed to tell. 

Instead she merely inclines her head towards Rufus. 

"I'll gather my things." She offers, before disappearing up the stairs. She has little, so it only requires a moment or two. 

"I am glad. You seem well suited for one another." The Matriarch offers with a kind smile. "I hope you find happiness in each other." At that time, Susan bounds back down the stairs and parks herself in front of Rufus. 

"I'm ready to go." 

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 It had been some time since the last adoption of children, it seemed to come and go in waves. Dhizzandra was content to help the current children learn and play – skills that had prior been left to waste. With only 5 of them left, it was significantly easier to focus on the building of the small area that had been left to be reclaimed by nature. By now several buildings were erected, proud in their structure. A communal kitchen separate from the main house was present, allowing the adults that remained to cook their own meals separate from the children.

Speaking of the children –

“SUSAN! Give it back!” Derrick screeched in the hallway, standing puffed and angry as Susan waggled her tongue at him from the far end, closer to the door that led to escape. In her hand, his toy sword that Peter had given him prior to leaving the orphanage.

“No! I wanna play with it, you’re so stingy!” Susan pouts, flouncing towards the door. Derrick let out a noise that could only be described as disgust mixed with disdain before taking off after her smaller form.

“It’s mine! You have no right to take it!” Both children were ensnared in taunting each other, their surroundings little more than a blur. It was no surprise when they both collided with the dryad, who carefully wrapped her long limbs around them, her emerald skin stark in contrast to their sun-kissed brown.

“Now then, children, that’s quite enough. Susan, you have no right to take what is yours. Derrick does not have to share if he doesn’t want to.” She gently chides. “However, Derrick, there are better ways to handle someone taking your things than yelling and screaming.” Her voice is gentle as she ushers them back inside, through the kitchen door.

“I’ll be taking this until your chores are done.” Dhizzandra carefully plucks the toy sword away, setting it on a high shelf. “Now, please apologize to each other and do your chores.”

“I don’t wanna.” Susan pouts, her lower lip protruding.

“Ah, ah, pouting isn’t going to get you out of it. Chores are an important part of your day, they help you learn to do things for yourself.”

“Fiiiiiine.” Susan sighs, dropping her hands as she slinks off to help hang the wash, and Derrick sticks his tongue out at her back as she passes. Dhizzandra tsks at him, and he gives a sheepish look.

“Sorry, ma’am.” He murmurs. “I’ll go bring in the water.” He is rewarded with a soft smile and an affectionate hair ruffle.

“I’ll start dinner, then.” She offers.

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Y S H M A E L ,  T H R I C E - B L E S S E D  A G E N T

Disciple | Nomadic Apprentice of the Church

 

Long was the road that the lost roamed...

        Even longer was the road the lost youth roamed. Young or old, homelessness was unbecoming and unfit of Gaia's creations. One should always have a home to return to. Yshmael could attest to the hardships of homelessness. Half a decade later, and he was still a nomad. The Cold Snap pushed his caravan to their limits and overwhelmed them with Unnaturals and other monstrosities. In the end, one would never know if it was his negative impact on Unnaturals that inherently drew them in to destroy the caravan, or whether wickedness in nature prevailed despite the love of Gaia. She was no hovering defense, no.. one would pray for something, and in working hard through one's life, they might receive aid. If she were to save us every time, we would still be infantile.. One must always grow and adapt and overcome.. he assured himself. 

 

       And so he rode on, spear kept high as he led a small group of Priests toward Dougton. No, he was no leader, but few chose to follow a Disciple for the sake of gaining Her Favor in this world as the Hand did so well. His efforts to soothe the Continent were heralded by a slowly amassed flock through the Wilds on his Path south. What was three psychic volunteers, ten clergymen and a dozen geomancy-inclined craftsmen became twice that in his week or two of travel. Another portion eventually joined on their way to Ignatz for the sake of their own personal  pilgrimage and added security. Refugees from northern hardhsips, as well as those who could no longer avoid the dangers in the Wild now ventured with Yshmael to Ignatz, with the Apprentice and his troupe departing at Dougton. Some were children, others were adults. Even an elderly pair was being escorted. Resources were wheeled and conveyed in by livestock-drawn wagons and the dedication of geomancers keeping pallets of resources suspended on stone platforms behind them. Through concentration and a preference of work done well and right, they took shifts across the days of travel and were restored with refreshments along the way.

 

       Now, the party moved in a cohesive pack function, with the weakest ahead of the strongest to keep them moving and protected.  Into Dougton, they went once more as clergy and craftsmen. Their possessions, save for the Diocese, were sifted through. Even Yshmael was pilfered, though he carried little on him. The only thing they were not permitted was to investigate his weaponry. Obviously they were dangerous, but beyond that they were heirlooms and not to be bothered by foreign hands. Parting ways with blessings to and from all for those who moved toward Ignatz, the Gaians were permitted only by right of religious respect, for it would look poor on anyone to deny pilgrims and relief. Yshmael and the Priests, led by a singular Bishop for the sake of oversight, moved through the northern half of town with relative ease, finding themselves beyond the open green in the northwest quadrant and now headed toward the city's temple, as well as a place that might benefit from the resources most. Yshmael considered the temple itself, but it was likely as well of as it could be considering it was the forefront of awakening the Dougtonians. The next thought was the Orphanage he had seen on the directory whence coming in. The Nomad was himself homeless in a sense, and had been since he reached maturity.

 

       And so it was that the Gaian troupe made way to the Northeast quarter. Mother Gaia's Home for the Lost  was Yshmael's destination of choice, though the Bishop marched on to the Dougton Temple of Gaia after minding the geomancy-propelled loads for some time. The head of their  diocese was in need of rest, as were those craftsmen and clergy who put in work before him. Most of them, save for the foreman and two other Priests, moved along with the weary. Yshmael dismounted with the remainder of the party and found themselves at the orphanage's doorstep, knocking thrice and taking a step back. His spear was left with his horse, as was his shield. Hues of alabaster, contrasted by brown and green with gold trim. Occasionally, geometry could be seen in translucent facets across the material. The robes were alive, though keyed to minimal transitions for the sake of appropriate representation. Removing his hood, he now waited for whomever was in charge. 

 

@Raptor ❤️  

Edited by L E V I A T H A N

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Their arrival was heralded by soft cries of greetings from the town of Dougton. It was not often that they received visitors of such esteem, and they were glad for the supplies they came bearing. Furthermore, their advance towards the small enclosed village that the orphanage had grown into was met with a chorus of giggles and mischievous pitter patter of small feet. The adults working offered suspicious looks to those that entered their humble gates – mistrustful of those who came bearing gifts.

What had started as a refuge for children orphaned due to the civil war and various other oddities, had slowly become a small community and refuge for more than just the children. A handful of adults littered the grounds and were working on various projects – small houses that had been hastily built along the rows and in a circular fashion. All work ceased as they approached the stairs that led to their modern day temple, one of them coughed behind a hand as various tools found hands. It was clear that if they were there to cause trouble, trouble they would have.

The gentle knock on the door was answered quickly, a young woman of brown hair and matching gaze peers at them with a narrowed look before huffing.

“Whatchu want?” She asks gruffly, taking stock of them all before a gentle voice echoes behind her.

“Come now, Susan, that’s no way to greet visitors.” The girl scoffs quietly but moves to open the door wider than a fraction of an inch so that they might peer into the warm atmosphere that envelopes the front room. A gentle fire crackles in the fireplace, and soft cushions litter the floor. It was clear the children were in the middle of some kind of lesson, books strewn about here and there. Susan steps back so that they may enter.

Before them stands an emerald creature, bold and beautiful as most nymphs were. She is cloaked in a dress made of autumnal leaves that caresses her knees and hides the flesh to her shoulders. Emerald hair accents her head, various leaves and flowers adorning it as though they simply belonged instead of being placed. Her gentle, golden gaze settles on Yshmael – as though taking in the weight of his soul. Barefoot, she pads across the wooden floor and offers a small inclination of her head as a hand motions to guide them in.

“Come, I believe the soup is just now finished.” She turns then, expectant in their will to follow as she leads them through the threshold of the kitchen where the warm smell of cinnamon and stew bubble within the pot.  

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Y S H M A E L ,  T H R I C E - B L E S S E D  A G E N T

Disciple | Nomadic Apprentice of the Church

 

 

       Susan was certainly a delight to be greeted by. The Clergyman was unfazed, smiling warmly at her and delivering a tip of the head as well as hands placed together in a fashion common among Northern Gaians. Just as he went to explain himself to a mere youth, he heard her. No, not Her.

 

       Her.. Dhizzandra. Something and someone so refreshing to the spirit, mind, and eye she was that he sighed so openly that his chest rose and fell. Amidst an impacted city, she was a breath of life. A dryad, no doubt -- he'd seen them throughout Lagrimosa in his journeys! His spiritual journey within De Viento was eye-opening in how and what lived among them. She did not feel of this plane.. but certainly not Unnatural. No, she permeated grace and endearment.

 

       Mother, have Mercy.. he thought inwardly, blinking back into reality as she stood before them, Yshmael followed her beckon. The rest followed as well, taking in the structure and style of things. The Nomad's first step into the home resonated with the earth beneath and the wood within. With each step, he began to take in a mental layout of the manor -- just enough to get around if someone gestured instead of guided him. Always prepare oneself.. though, I don't believe this Matron would have an ill will about her.

 

"Greetings," he began, clearing his throat behind a closed fist before moving into the kitchen. "I am Yshmael.. These are my companion. We have come to Dougton on behalf of the..." he paused for a moment, nose lifting as his lungs savored the rich aroma about him. Sliding back into speech, his eyes traced the room before falling back on those golden eyes. "On behalf of the Gaian Church, I have been given the opportunity to bring aid and relief to the areas I see fit.. Dougton has suffered, especially since cessation. You're all too aware, I'm sure, but things are not what they could be here. We have brought psychics and Priests and laborers.. Plants, crops, stone, and skill shall provide. By Her Will, we seek to restore and see growth while we are here.. What better place to begin than a space that seeks to help without thought of compensation?" He smiled with the conclusive and ultimately rhetorical question.
 

"We wish to help you expand and see to repairs, if any. The foundation seems healthy enough.. But we are here to see your vision throughout this space come to Be.. I believe the Temple has space enough for our laborers and Priests to rest, so we will not take up your home. I would like to come to know you and yours, though... if such a thing is not too much to ask! It simply.. helps with the creating of a pleasing space!" He reassured, those hazel-flecked-greens peering into her golds. 

"If you've any reservations, I believe I speak for all of us when I say we are happy to hear them." 

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