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▶ Year || 503
▶ Season || Summer
▶ Temp || 74℉ (23℃) - 100℉ (37℃)
▶ Weather || The end of Spring brings about, once more, the warm embrace of Summer. While some flourish in the comfortable glow of the sun, others take shelter from its sweltering midday heat. Even so, it is now that the continent bustles with life - for it won't be long until a cool chill returns.

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Character of the Season
El Toro

Member of the Season
Griffin

Thread of the Season
Bring Me Thunder; Bring Me Steel

Pair of the Season
Eik and Isra

Quote of the Season
"Her mother lives all in day, her father all in night, and Apolonia straddles the thin, dusky line halving her heart with not so much grace - startling awake in the middle of the night or at the crack of dawn, trying to find some way to compromise." — Apolonia in
The Vine & The Rain & The Light

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Eik — Day Court Emissary Signos: 2,835
▶ Played by Rae [pm] Posts: 192 — Threads: 26
▶ Male [He/Him/His] Hth: 27 — Atk: 33 — Exp: 52
▶ 10 [Year 493 Spring] Active Magic: Telepathy
▶ 15.3 hh Bonded: N/A
#1



He isn't in the mood for celebrating. 

In the past few weeks, Eik has stood beneath quarreling gods, gotten trapped underground with some of his closest friends, and started to hear voices in his head that are not his own. And now there is a blizzard raging in Solterra with no sign of letting up anytime soon.

Even here, behind the shelter of stone walls with fire and horseflesh to warm him and booze to blue the memories, he sees them every time he closes his eyes-- the ones lost in the blizzard. Not their faces but their souls, multicolored candles that flicker, and flicker, and finally, one by one, sputter out. Each time one of them takes a last breath he feels it. Most just fade away too exhausted to fight death, and there is something peaceful about their passage. Some go out with regret on their mind, or sorrow. The hardest to bear are the ones who leave with the spitfire of an animal just not ready to die. He does not know which category he would fall in, or which he would want to.

Surely these are just the thoughts of a madman with a fever (most don't realize this, but it can be truly ugly when fever-dreams and mania collide)... but he has begun to question his madness... it has never been this precise before, in a way that is both frightening and exciting. What if he is still connected to the poor beasts in the storm? He thought that strange magic had long fizzled out, taking all his body's warmth with it, but maybe... maybe it is still there, in the space between blood cells, tired but not extinguished.

Eiks eyes are glazed in thought as the party goers whirl around him, seemingly oblivious to the gravity of the storm outside-- although more likely just willfully ignorant. He slowly makes his way to a wall which he leans against heavily. 

Shivering and sweating at once, and trying his hardest to not close his eyes, 

(leave me alone, please, there's nothing more I can do for you)

he looks, in no uncertain terms, like shit.

*
I have let myself go where the dust
E     I    K
Has the color of nothing

art by Footybandit


@Teiran poopy post for a poopy feeling boy x_x

Time makes fools of us all


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Teiran — Day Court Soldier Signos: 155
▶ Played by Katherine [PM] Posts: 31 — Threads: 2
▶ Female [She/Her/Hers] Hth: 7 — Atk: 13 — Exp: 10
▶ 5 [Year 497 Fall] Active Magic:
▶ 14.1 hh Bonded:
#2


The world was white and not gilded like Teiran was used to. Things had not gotten quite to the point of desperation yet, though she knew they would eventually, as there was no reprieve in sight. The rose hued warrior had to admit that for as much as she did not understand the party, it seemed to be helping the citizens of Solterra to keep their spirits up. A point to Bexley, she thought.

Let it be known that Teiran does not know how to party. She does not have jovial laughter, enjoyment of games or celebratory spirit wired into her. She stands still as a statue on the edge of the crowd, simply watching. Ever the alert soldier Teiran felt prepared for anything. That is, until someone decided to make their way over to her. Voice too loud, movements too sloppy. A sensory overload. Correction, Teiran was prepared for anything but chit chat.

Whther it was the chips of ice in her eyes or the responses made up entirely of only various sounds, they decided she was not worth the precious little joy they gleaned from the cup they clung so tightly to. And as they wandered off to find someone new to hold their attention her gaze landed on a familiar face, though she dared say he looked so terrible it was almost easy to pass him over. "You look half dead, Eik," and truly he did look more phantom than he ever did even with a coat as pale as the snow they were being blanketed with.

Her words were not exactly warm, but still there was a measure of care in them. It was more militant than anything, but it was there. Teiran thrived in war, and was this not any different than any other battle she had fought? A battle for survival. The only difference now was she could not kill or chase off the clouds above. "If we don't get your temperature stabilized we're going to lose you." And she bumped her shoulder against his, not to be startling or rude, but to jostle him. He needed to stay awake.

"Speaking."


@Eik She's trying her best lol
[Image: teiranicon_by_aim_by_nocturnalowlet-dcfm9xa.png]
this is a wild
game of survival







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Eik — Day Court Emissary Signos: 2,835
▶ Played by Rae [pm] Posts: 192 — Threads: 26
▶ Male [He/Him/His] Hth: 27 — Atk: 33 — Exp: 52
▶ 10 [Year 493 Spring] Active Magic: Telepathy
▶ 15.3 hh Bonded: N/A
#3
The walls of the court feel like a cage too small for one man, let alone a kingdom.

It would not be so bad if he could feel the moonlight on his back and breathe deeply the crisp night air of the desert. It would not be so bad if he were not bone-tired and half-mad. But the weather has trapped him inside and the magic has stripped away his energy and the thinking is like ants streaming out from the earth-- you watch for some time and you wonder- when will they stop? But they keep emerging and spreading and there is no stop. You know that if you close your eyes for just a moment they take you over too so you stand there transfixed and watch them pour out from the dirt, a river of legs, consuming everything, and--

"You look half dead, Eik."

Before he can fix his attention on her, a memory carries him away. The sky was that deep blue color, soul blue, not a cloud in sight to spare them from the beating sun. Struck by some strange thought, he told Rhoswen he was a ghost.

Why did he tell her he was a ghost?

His eyes focus on the mare who spoke. Teiran. He blinks. "Lose me..." Eik does not seem to understand, at first. A small frown curls at his lips and it makes him seem oddly boyish. He had not ever thought that his absence would be considered a loss to anyone. When she bumps her shoulder against him, his skin does not feel like his own. A shiver silently rolls down his spine.

"Is it possible any of the ones caught in the blizzard will survive?" His attention is not very good at staying focused on himself. A weight moment passes before he adds, voice quiet and strained as though sharing a confession, "When I close my eyes, I see them."

Eik lied that day, beneath the soul blue sky. He did not realize it until much later-- Until now. He is not the ghost, but the haunted.

-     -     -
There is no better way to know us
E I K
than as two wolves, come separately to a wood


@Teiran <3

Time makes fools of us all


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Teiran — Day Court Soldier Signos: 155
▶ Played by Katherine [PM] Posts: 31 — Threads: 2
▶ Female [She/Her/Hers] Hth: 7 — Atk: 13 — Exp: 10
▶ 5 [Year 497 Fall] Active Magic:
▶ 14.1 hh Bonded:
#4


She didn't know how to answer his question.

No, that's not quite right.

She did know how to answer it but a small part of Teiran was thinking that her answer was probably not the one that Eik really wanted to hear. Teiran had already ventured once out into the blizzard, found one to save even if he hadn't been searching for saving. If there were others she had not found them nor evidence of them.

"Maybe, if they're smart. Or lucky," the warrior said, settling for the only truth she knew. "But, no, probably not. Not unless this ends soon and the air clears enough for them to see five feet in front of them."  If this didn't end soon, even those of them safely inside the court walls would succumb to cold and hunger eventually. It was a harsh reality, but it was the one they were stuck with at the moment. And Teiran couldn't say whether her answer would ease him or not, but easing others was never her specialty.

"Then don't close your eyes," is the warrior's simple solution to Eik's dilemma, because it was the thing that made the most rational sense. Though she would never speak it, Teiran knew a thing or two about what hides behind closed eyelids. "Look at this crazy, ridiculous party that Bexley threw, look at the drunk fools searching for warmth in their cups. Look at me, but whatever you do focus and keep your eyes open." She was nothing but tough love, if that was even what you could call it, and the suggestion was more a demand than anything else.

If she was a captain then these were her soldiers, and she needed all of them. Eik may have been Emissary and therefore above her, but this was her court, he was her court, and her priority was to protect them, even from themselves.

"What is worse, to freeze or to boil?" because there is no denying that the desert in its glory had claimed lives too.

"Speaking."


@Eik
[Image: teiranicon_by_aim_by_nocturnalowlet-dcfm9xa.png]
this is a wild
game of survival







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Eik — Day Court Emissary Signos: 2,835
▶ Played by Rae [pm] Posts: 192 — Threads: 26
▶ Male [He/Him/His] Hth: 27 — Atk: 33 — Exp: 52
▶ 10 [Year 493 Spring] Active Magic: Telepathy
▶ 15.3 hh Bonded: N/A
#5



When she says "maybe," it sounds like "no." He simply nods his head with a quiet "hmm." as he tries to ward off that persistent feeling of guilt. It is the answer he expected if not the one he wanted.

Eik quivers with a fever he will later know as magic sickness. Too much magic spent too fast. He will experience this again one day, and again a third time, and on the cusp of the fourth he will learn to recognize when he is digging too deep into his reserves, when he needs to stop. But all he knows now is that his body feels burning hot one moment and frozen the next, and he does not know whether he wants to lie down in the snow or stand by the fire or escape consciousness into a deep slumber.

Eik tries to take Teiran's advice and keep his eyes open. His vision is hazy, like looking at the world through a pane of frosted glass, and it takes a dizzying effort to focus his gaze. In the end, it is his ears which keep his eyes open. The sound of her voice is calm, solid, almost a little flat. His eyes rest on a table, or maybe it is the floor, and his ears rest on the soldier. The sound of her voice becomes something like a meditation.

"What is worse, to freeze or to boil?"

"To boil." It is not a comfort to him. "To burn," he clarifies after a moment, because he knows how slow a death that can be.

He does not want to think about it.

"Can you keep talking? His eyes flicker to her but only partially see. Her voice roots him, but he isn't sure how to say this. He hopes she understands, or even if she doesn't-- he hopes she obliges. "Tell me something about yourself."

*
I have let myself go where the dust
E     I    K
Has the color of nothing

art by Footybandit


@Teiran

Time makes fools of us all


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