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Played by Offline Sparrow [PM] Posts: 18 — Threads: 3
Signos: 20
Night Court Entertainer
Female [She/Her/Hers]  |  11 [Year 500 Spring]  |  14.3 hh  |  Hth: 10 — Atk: 10 — Exp: 20  |    Active Magic: N/A  |    Bonded: Umbra (Pygmy Dragon)
#1



But who prays for Satan?
Who, in eighteen centuries, has had the
Common humanity to pray for the 
One sinner who needed it most?

”Umbra…!”

The indignant cry pierced through the afternoon air, loud enough to be heard over the crashing waves of the ocean lapping against the beach. The two were the only figures to be seen upon the sandy shoreline for yards; a petite, dusk colored lady with her black iridescent Pygmy dragon, staring forlornly at the pile of seashells that had tumbled out of the bottom of a now-broken grass basket.

The iridescent black dragon gave a shrug of his slender shoulders, brows furrowed as he stared down at their predicament. ’Twasn’t me.’

Runaveig sighed. The two had been out upon the beach since dawn with their basket in hand, collecting a varying amount of different types of seashells to possibly sell at the Market or weave into pretty jewelry to pass out during her performance later on that night. Of course, Runa knew that it had been an accident… Umbra wouldn’t purposefully rip a hole in the bottom of the basket with his sharp talons, but it still put them in quite the conundrum.

“How are we going to get these home now?” The dusk-colored lady asked her rhetorical question without actually expecting an answer. The basket was useless and she lacked the means to mend it, at least here on the beach, and they hadn’t brought a spare.

Umbra hopped up onto her shoulders and reached out to hold up the silk shawl wrapped around the Welara’s shoulders, grinning a broad, sharp-toothed smile. ’This?’

Golden eyes rolled and the Entertainer shook her head adamantly. “No!” A pause, then a moment of hesitation as she glanced sadly down at the pile of spilled seashells. “I mean, well…”

The shawl had been a gift. From who? Runa couldn’t remember, but that didn’t mean that she lacked understanding of how important the gift was… Yet it would be a terrible shame to leave their bounty here on the beach after spending all morning digging and unearthing these precious little treasures. Her expression pinched and lips starting to tremble at their miniscule misfortune, Runaveig let out a soft breath and relented.

“... Okay, okay, but only to carry them back home. Then they’re going into a new basket.”

@Naida <3





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Played by Offline Keira [PM] Posts: 10 — Threads: 5
Signos: 80
Inactive Character
#2

Naida
Come down to the black sea, swimming with me.
There was something tranquil in the way the sun rose that day. The glowing sphere slipped over the horizon at a languid pace as if nothing in the world mattered. The rise of the sun always appealed and fascinated the woman on her travels; what consumed this bright beacon to do it's duty? Though she suspected it was the way of the natural world Naida could not fathom why one would wish to do the same task throughout it's lifetime - or perhaps eternity. The logic at play was maddening if not sad that such a beast had been harnessed, if not beaten into submission. With the rise of the sun the landscape seemed to come alive with the thrill of new song shouted from the cover of the trees while the bustle of the city restarted. It was here that Naida found herself, stuck in the void between slumber and wakefulness. Calm eyes breezed the scene of the city and took in all that happened around her, from the clang of the bells in the streets to the clatter of hooves upon the rough hewn ground.

A sigh passed through lips as calm eyes calculated the hulking form of some preacher. Who would wish for a life of servitude? The sun served as a potent reminder to the shackles of slavery. The former queen would have none of it. A flick of her leonine tail told to her mood regarding the very idea of it and she turned away from it's imposing form. Perhaps it was the idea of having duties, or perhaps it reminded her of her time stuck in the old musty courts of her far away sea haven. Those courts always threatened to destroy every ounce of adventurism in her but Naida had escaped the iron grip of the court before she was lost. It didn't matter how she had escaped or the why. She felt like a lone blade of grass floating in the wind, being twisted by foreign currents that threatened to overwhelm her. Naida had it all back in the time when she was lost in the coils of the snake but somehow having it all felt like she had nothing. Now however she certainly had nothing, not even a home to sleep or a friend to call upon in her hour of need. Though now she looked upon her life with more optimism than she ever had before. She was truly free to come and go without imploring to her family.

The senseless ramble of the city lapped at the edges of her mind as she traveled, her feet carrying her far from the prying eyes of many a citizen and into somewhere unbeknownst and foreign - but undoubtedly the same setup as her old home. Slowly she made her way towards the ocean, it always called to her despite that it had crashed her upon these shores of a foreign land. She hadn't of course expected to see anyone else on the beach, but she wasn't exactly annoyed about it either as her green eyes fell upon two figures in the distance. Upon approaching closer, the young woman took in the figure of her fellow equine and that of a smaller formed dragon. Curiosity clear in her eyes as paused a few feet away, eyes falling to the pile of shells that the two had clearly been trying to decide what to do with.

"Perhaps I could help?.." She ventured out with a slight dip of her head and small smile appearing on her lips.

"Speaking."



@Runaveig so sorry for the wait! <3





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