( Ellana manages to carry the nug, not full grown quite yet, tucked up under her good arm. It'd shown up in camp much like the first one had, and while she'd safely rehomed that creature with Jiu (a feral enough human child to perhaps appreciate a nug as companion, she senses Leliana would approve), she now has another one.
She'd been joking, Thirteen. She didn't want nugs! She wasn't Leliana!
Clucking her tongue and shaking her head, staff strapped across her back, she continues on her way to town... passing Loki at some point, where the nug starts struggling with all its epic squirming squirminess, until she has to crouch down to not drop the poor creature on its face. )
What in the world are you on about, nug?
( The nug can't speak, only grabs at the ground with its front paws and then bolts right out of her arm, lope-hopping right at Loki. It's highly debatable if the nug realises he's there or not at the moment, only that it has determined, in all of its nugly might, that it's tired of being carried. )
Don't worry, they don't bite! ( She calls out, straightening and not bolting after the nug. She's not chasing after it like a villager in a greased pig contest, thanks! ) I'm not sure it even knows it can.
Ariadne's fingertips twitched just slightly as she stepped over the threshold, into Baba Yaga's domain. It was the only indication at all of her nerves, and not a very good once, since she was wearing her thick gloves. This wasn't the first time she'd been in the school. Just the first time she'd ever walked in willingly, to become a student.
She still didn't know how to feel about learning magic. It had been a defining point of her childhood at the missionary school that she couldn't do the simple spells that all of the Elves could do. While they practiced telepathy and telekinesis, she sat against the wall, underneath a window, doing figures in the hazy sunlight.
Not being magical made her different. Made her stand out. When all she really wanted to do was blend in.
Now what was she? Ariadne truly didn't know.
She was moving forward, though. Where ever that would take her remained to be seen. But if she was gifted with powers, she was going to use them.
To help people, of course. She was a Legend, after all. Even if she didn't know why.
[ Loki is no doubt familiar with Era's Carbuncle by now, though today it wears both a festive hat and a lovely ribbon around its neck, upon which is tied a small gift box, wrapped with utmost care.
There is a note tucked inside the gift, obscuring the beautifully rich, orange gemstone within. The note is handwritten in elegant Eorzean script, which he should be acquainted with by this point in their lessons. The deep crimson ink used has a festive shimmer to it. ]
Loki,
Happy Starlight Celebration! ( some perfect stars are drawn in sparkling, gold & silver inks )
It is a bit late due to unforeseen complications, but I believe you will appreciate this gift all the same.
[There's a small crease between Ariadne's eyes as she opens up the feed. She's been debating this call for a couple of days, but she just can't let it go.
It's not in her nature to leave emotions roiling.]
Loki? I have to ask you something and you may not want to answer it.
[ Tony leaves a small, 3D printed version of Loki's old scepter on his doorstep. It's been slotted over a ballpoint pen, making the pen look like the scepter. Tied to it is a note: "Infinity Stone not included. ~TS" ]
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She'd been joking, Thirteen. She didn't want nugs! She wasn't Leliana!
Clucking her tongue and shaking her head, staff strapped across her back, she continues on her way to town... passing Loki at some point, where the nug starts struggling with all its epic squirming squirminess, until she has to crouch down to not drop the poor creature on its face. )
What in the world are you on about, nug?
( The nug can't speak, only grabs at the ground with its front paws and then bolts right out of her arm, lope-hopping right at Loki. It's highly debatable if the nug realises he's there or not at the moment, only that it has determined, in all of its nugly might, that it's tired of being carried. )
Don't worry, they don't bite! ( She calls out, straightening and not bolting after the nug. She's not chasing after it like a villager in a greased pig contest, thanks! ) I'm not sure it even knows it can.
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She still didn't know how to feel about learning magic. It had been a defining point of her childhood at the missionary school that she couldn't do the simple spells that all of the Elves could do. While they practiced telepathy and telekinesis, she sat against the wall, underneath a window, doing figures in the hazy sunlight.
Not being magical made her different. Made her stand out. When all she really wanted to do was blend in.
Now what was she? Ariadne truly didn't know.
She was moving forward, though. Where ever that would take her remained to be seen. But if she was gifted with powers, she was going to use them.
To help people, of course. She was a Legend, after all. Even if she didn't know why.
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There is a note tucked inside the gift, obscuring the beautifully rich, orange gemstone within. The note is handwritten in elegant Eorzean script, which he should be acquainted with by this point in their lessons. The deep crimson ink used has a festive shimmer to it. ]
Loki,
Happy Starlight Celebration! ( some perfect stars are drawn in sparkling, gold & silver inks )
It is a bit late due to unforeseen complications, but I believe you will appreciate this gift all the same.
- Era
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text | a few days after the invites went out
You're more knowledgeable with this sort of thing than me, so I have two questions for you:
1. Do you know what qualifies as semi-formal attire?
2. What does RSVP mean?
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It's not in her nature to leave emotions roiling.]
Loki? I have to ask you something and you may not want to answer it.
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