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theofficersacademy · 3 years
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ASK MEMES
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Use these to easily jumpstart interactions, but remember to meme supportively and have fun! [ Fleeting Snow info post ]
send 🎣 to grab a fishing rod from the storehouse and try your hand at ice fishing with my muse
send 👀 to accidentally catch my muse changing clothes
send 🏃 to go for a hike in the mountains with my muse
send 😅 to find my muse in the sauna
send 🌌 to search for the aurora with my muse
send 🏊‍♂️ to ignore the warnings around the lake with my muse
send ☕️ to have tea break with my muse
send 🥂 to join my muse in the Wine Room
send ♨️ to relax in the hot springs with my muse
send ⛷ to go skiing with my muse
send 💫 to go stargazing with my muse
send 🌙 to go dancing in the moonlight with my muse
send 🍽 to experiment in the kitchen with my muse
send 🎯 to play darts with my muse
send ⛄️ to build a snowman with my muse
send ❄️ to have a snowball fight with my muse
send 🌚 to sneak into my muse’s room
send 🔥 to gather around a fire with my muse
send ⚔️ to spar with my muse
send 🎊 to throw a party with my muse
send 💸 to play cards with my muse
send ⛸ to go ice skating with my muse
send 🎹 for my muse to catch yours playing an instrument
send 🌡 for my muse to help yours recover from a cold
send 🏹 to go hunting in the forest with my muse
Or make up your own!
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blaydiud · 3 years
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❄️!
TOA Fleeting Snow - 2021
     “You do not understand, this could be dangerous...” Dimitri slowly made snowballs, frowning. He couldn’t back off now, the battle was on. Snow couldn’t hurt that much if it hit someone, right? Right. It was fluffy, soft, just chilly.
     “Mitama, I really do not want to hurt you!” He knows her name all the way back from the Battle of Eagle and Lion- a ‘lionslayer’ they said, since she delivered an amazing performance and took down three of his classmates in battle. Dimitri couldn’t help but shudder a bit.
She was a mage, on top of it all...ugh, magic. A sigh. Even so, he was going to be careful. As careful as his body allowed him to.
He prepared himself, snowball in hand, and-
Roll = 16, critical!
Oops.
A wince. ”My apologies!-”
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radiantpriamos · 3 years
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With the assembling of a game within such chaotic circumstances, it’s easy to go unsurprised when, eventually, some accursed thing happens that throws the play into further disarray. What Edelgard hadn’t expected, however, was a squirrel roughly the size of a hand scurrying onto the ice and whisking away the puck. The bush of a tail disappears from the grounds as quickly as it had come— leaving the game at a standstill.
Lilac eyes darken beneath the crease of a frown upon her face, tracing upwards; her gaze fixes upon the tree the animal had run up, carrying the puck with it. It had been such luck that she and Priam, of the opposing team, had been closest to it. Stick abandoned for the moment, Edelgard crosses her arms; a gentle sigh escapes her lips as she turns to the other man.
“Well, I don’t suppose you have any nuts on you.” A contemplative pause. Her brow furrows. “Do you?”
She waits only moments for an answer, before placing a hand on the bark. “Well, if that squirrel isn’t coming down, there’s no choice to go anywhere but up.”
Priam, in the heat of hockey battle, was too stunned by the appearance of a squirrel to block it off with his hockey stick. He watched as this potential third team ran off with the puck in the middle of his and Edelgard’s skirmish, skating after it with the same rush of adrenaline he had for the game.
“Damn.” He angled his head up to look in the tree, Edelgard at his side. Priam figured he could get in the tree, skates or not, when-
“Do I?” Priam stared at her. He blinked. Squirrels, nuts, right. He patted down his pockets as if in a daze. “Er- no. I’m sorry.” Nuts.... bait... maybe any snack would do. “Do you have snacks on you? If not, allow me.” He went around to the opposite side of the tree and launched himself up. His fingers curled around the branch the squirrel had ran up and he shook it.
The squirrel and half the snow on the tree fell to the ground, and with it the puck, only for the squirrel to run off with it again.
“Race you!”
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princepsumbra · 3 years
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Non a Fortuna
> starter for @verseandrhyme
Agreeing to this snowy escape was easy. Leo’s own desire to explore more of this continent outweighs the caveat that he’s there as a professor. In the eyes of the Academy, he’s strictly a supervisor, meant to keep an eye on the students. 
He didn’t imagine that would include sparring with one of his fellow Nohrians. 
Prince faces his opponent. “Good day, Mitama.” He wonders what brought this little challenge on. Their conversations both in Nohr and the Academy were few and far between. 
Even he could use a break from hunching over books every once in awhile. 
For all the lodge’s amenities, there is no official training grounds. Some snowmen line up further down the snowy field in place of training dummies. Leo spares a thought to appreciate the creative soul that came up with such a solution.
A Fire spell flickers to life around his gloved hand, little tendrils swirling between his fingers. Sparks reflect in his green eyes. “Shall we begin?” 
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atypicalsenerio · 3 years
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@gricencchos continued from here
Seteth trusted him a bit more easily than Soren expected, although in this case he was right to. Soren sipped his strawberry beverage thoughtfully, wondering if there was any possibility of the low level of tension he had in just about every muscle he controlled could ease out of him with someone else in the room. Perhaps just the physical sensation of the warmth and steam would do it.
“Hm. It’s hard to take anyone at their word, especially those used to skirting authority.” Soren spoke as though he wasn’t a student. He didn’t generally try to act like anything other than an adult, and had done so for most of his life, even when he had actually been a child. That, however, was a rabbit hole of memories he had no intention of traipsing through, “I suppose you could have the staff keep a closer eye on students for you, but so many are nobles who might pay a few coins or simply respect no one but themselves.”
He didn’t comment in regards to alcohol. Perhaps Seteth did have the prudency a priest should have, but such small notes of approval meant too little to voice. Who was he avoiding? Soren gently swirled the glass, watching the whole strawberry in it bob around with the ice.
“Well... everyone.” He admitted it after a pause. “Might as well be honest. There’s no way to have a break if there are other people around. When it’s just me... then I can relax. Nothing personal.” He leaned back better.
“People have to change when they’re observed.” People have to put some kind of guard up.
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carcinac · 3 years
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Adrenaline crawls towards its peak at the lake, laced with hollers and cheer as two teams duke it out. Rennac finds himself swallowed in the commotion, his mulberry gaze concentrated on the lustrous medallion. It zips across the ice, ricocheting between elongated sticks, its overall trajectory unknown.
The puck skids to a clear opening, shimmering brilliantly beneath the morning sun. Two figures surge towards it: Queen Elincia, a magnificent beauty, and then… Ewan, the brat. Rennac narrows his eyes and finds his breath caught in his throat as they near the puck, sticks at the ready.
They reach forth...          ...  and the shot is scored!
“WOO!” Rennac cries out in triumph as Elincia scores! He gives forth a round of applause, the noise sharp and echoing. “Bring it home, QUEEN! Give ‘em what they deserve!” Especially that brat Ewan, who tested Rennac’s patience days ago at Lake Navar. The thief laughs, then turns  his head towards Ryoma’s direction. 
“You see that, King Ryoma?” He taunts. “That medallion’s going to be mine!” 
(mentioned: @raijima) 
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incursionparagon · 3 years
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@radiantpriamos {from here!}
“Cordelia.”
Priam nodded, approval marking his features with a brightness in his eyes and a quirk of his mouth. Nothing could fill him with life the way he felt before a battle- even just a spar. He drew his sword and rested the flat of the blade on his shoulder as he approached her. “Correct. It seems you have a share of my own dedication. It is no chore to a warrior to train, but a way of life. I’m more eager to get a chance to stretch my muscles here than I’d usually admit.” Complaining wasn’t becoming of anyone… but there was a such thing as too much idleness. He readied his sword, eyeing her and her lance.
“Common wisdom would say you have an advantage, but I’ve broken lances before.” Once she was ready he rushed forward, charging in with force that could knock her off balance if she wasn’t braced or it or managed to dodge his sheer amount of bulk. “HYA!”
“Indeed,” she agrees, adjusting her grip on her lance. “I’ll enjoy this vacation much more after I’ve finished some training. A spar should do that quite nicely.” However much she busies herself at work and away from it, she still intends to take advantage of the fact of their vacation. How better than-- oh?
Break her lance, shall he? A vague smile twists her lips, unreadable save for a spark of something in her eyes. No, that simply won’t do.
“Who said I would allow you to?” And she doesn’t, nimbly darting to the side and letting momentum carry him past her. Like this, however, she lacks the time and power to strike a more solid blow-- unless she keeps him off balance. A quick strike toward his legs and feet, and she finds her bearings as the other hopefully loses his. If he doesn’t act quickly, he’ll find the lance he was so eager to break quite willing to break him. 
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yewfallen · 3 years
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@unsungblade​ sent:  Oh, there's that guy from before. Kris recalls, with a modicum of bafflement, how the blond had swung directly for him rather than the puck as if it were a fight. He'd managed to defend himself using his own stick until the other backed off, but as to what that had even been about in the first place, the Altean has no clue. But here they are again, this time with him ( deliberately? maybe. ) bodily colliding with Febail and threatening to throw them both off-balance. "Hey," he bites out in the midst trying to remain upright, "You know the sticks are for hitting the puck, right? Not each other?"
  Febail thinks he's getting the hang of moving on the ice by now, but that means nothing against external forces, and Kris rushing towards him is testing that. There's no easy way to outmaneuver the swordsman, which just meant he'd have to push back.
[ d20 rolls: 13 vs 10 ]   13 - 1 = 12 due to penalty!
He grits his teeth and manages to push back, forcing distance between him and Kris.
“ Cheer says, ' Cease the knees! Stick the sides! ' ”  he calls back as he glides away across the ice.
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amitieos · 3 years
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The game came to a standstill with no puck, but there was a lot of commotion over by the trees. Skating across the ice, Elincia was sure she just saw her teammate Edelgard climb up a tree at breakneck speed. Wow.
Clearly impressed, she moved closer as Priam and the imperial princess wrestled with a rather cheeky little rodent. Absolutely adorable! They did need the puck back but she couldn’t help but silently cheer on the little critter. 
Bertie, do your best!
There’s quite for a moment as Edelgard pries the puck back and the game can begin again. Except... oh no, Bertie chose violence
“I’ll strike you down!” Edelgard it seemed had also chose violence and the poor squirrel was flung away several feet into the snow. The poor little dear! How tragic.
She left the ice rink and sprinted over to the mound of snow that darling Bertie was stuck in face up. With gentle hands, she reached out and took hold of him, pulling him out of the snow. It didn’t look like he’d hurt anything, besides his bruised, squirrely prize but she resolves to bring him to Rhys anyway, just to be on the safe side.
Elincia bundles him up in her sleeves, hoping to warm the chilly little rascal. Oh, he really is the cutest thing. Maybe they can commission him a tiny little cheer outfit? She skates back to her team, snuggling little Bertie to her chest.
“Lord Rennac, sir? I think we’ve found the perfect mascot!” Her voice carries across the makeshift hockey rink. “Guys look, isn’t Bertie such a handsom little man? Pet him on the head for good luck!”
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theofficersacademy · 3 years
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The Ethereal Moon is a slow month for students at the Officers Academy as the whole monastery prepares to celebrate the founding of Garreg Mach. Classes are frequently canceled or cut short, leaving the students more or less to their own devices. This year though, a handful of students (alongside enough Knights and professors to sway the Archbishop’s decision) planned an excursion to the northern side of the Oghma mountains for a few days.
Count Charon has graciously rented out one of their villas to be used by the academy. It’s a huge mountain lodge with enough rooms for every visitor to have their own bedroom. After all, even for an “unofficial” academy event, cohabitation is still strictly forbidden. There’s also a storehouse of equipment for safely romping around the snow-blanketed peaks, whether by sled, ski, or simply on foot. For those looking for a few days of relaxation, take your pick from a wine bar, hot spring, or sauna. Whatever your reason for coming along, there’s bound to be more than enough to satisfy you.
RULES/FAQ
• This event is called Fleeting Snow! Since it’s roughly December in the TOAverse, we decided to create a midwinter prelude to the Ethereal ball (which will begin during the later half of the month). The event will run from May 3rd until May 16th at 11:59PM EST.
• 5 IC posts (asks, threads, and drabbles) participating in the event will earn you two prizes (list will be posted later)! You must tag all event posts with #toafleetingsnow2021 in order for them to be counted. At the end of the Fleeting Snow event, please message the Masterlist with the prizes that you would like to claim. The mods will double-check your tag, but once you’re given your rewards, you may add them to your stats page as a weapon or item. We will not be giving out rewards until the end.
• Below is a list of attractions that you can use as the basis for threads, but we will also be posting an ask meme with things your character can send to other muses.
• There is no word count for IC posts. Write as much or as little as you’d like! If they’re IC and tagged with #toafleetingsnow2021, we’ll count them!
• Remember to meme supportively! If you reblog a meme from someone, it’s common courtesy to send them something as well. We don’t want anyone feeling left out during this event.
• Message the mods here or on Discord if you have any questions!
Attractions
The Lodge : This is a huge Faerghus-style mansion nestled within the peaks of the Oghma mountains. It’s more than large enough to accommodate the students from the Officers Academy and were it not for its clearly named corridors, one might find themselves lost amidst the sprawling labyrinth of rooms and halls. A full staff awaits its guests, so for many this feels like a taste of home again.
The Mountains : The northern side of the Oghma mountains are the tamest of the range. The slopes are gentle - perfect for sledding - and ancient pines and firs grow tall around its peaks. A thick blanket of snow covers them at this time of year, and from certain spots, one might even catch a glimpse of an aurora shimmering across the night sky.
Lake Navar : A small glacial lake just a short trek from the lodge. It’s frozen now, and signs have been posted along its shoreline to forbid anyone from testing the integrity of the ice. Fortunately for those who must attempt skating, there are three less dangerous ponds nearby.
The Sauna : Large enough to fit ten or so people. Relax in the heat after a day out in the snow.
Hot Springs : Behind the lodge is a narrow trail leading deeper into the mountains. At its end, one will find a collection of naturally heated pools among the stone. Another perfect location to relax, if you don’t mind sharing with a few of the local wildlife.
The Dining Hall : A grand room decorated with dozens of long tables, similar to those of the academy’s dining hall. The wait staff are pleasant and eager to serve, and though meals have been carefully planned in advance, they will offer you tea and snacks if you find yourself hungry throughout the day.
The Wine Room : A parlor suited for the adults among the guests. Count Charon has prepared some of his finest wines to get into the good graces of higher nobility. Relax in one of the plush chairs by the blazing fireplace, and for those less interested in luxury, there is more than enough spiced cider to go around.
The Game Room : For the restless ones in the bunch. Take up a game of darts, or gather a group for a card game at one of the round tables beneath the glinting eyes of animal heads mounted on the walls. Perhaps the name of the room was misunderstood...
The Ballroom : A huge room intended to be used by the Count to entertain a large party. There are no plans for its use during the academy’s stay, but no one will notice if you put on a part of your own... right?
The Bedrooms : Every guest receives their own room, outfitted with a bed, an armoire, a water basin, desk, and chair. Cohabitation is strictly forbidden.
- The House Leaders
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minorindech · 3 years
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@amicitium | cont from here
Oh...oh no, she’d done something wrong and now she made the other feel like she was unappreciated and unwanted, oh no! Bernadetta flounders for a moment, searching for something, anything she could possibly say. Nothing jumps to mind that seems good enough, so she settles for shaking her head as much as she can.
“N-no! I mean, I would rather be alone, but that has nothing to do with you. I’m always uncomfortable! Not that your attempts to make me feel better aren’t appreciated I just, um...oh, Bernie you’ve gone and made everything awkward, you stupid, idiot girl!”
With the moment so spectacularly ruined, it’s a struggle to think of what Bernadetta can do to try and salvage the moment. Her eyes fall to the cake the other mentioned and she latches on to the change in conversation.
“You said you baked this, right? I-I’d be happy to try some if you’d, um, like.” It certainly looked good, and Bernadetta was curious to see just how it tasted. She hoped that Elincia was right and it balanced out the sweet of the tea nicely.
“Oh, and, um...you don’t have to call me Lady Bernadetta or anything. I don’t think there’s anyone who’s ever really called me that.”
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baldramuste · 3 years
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@felemfidelem ( moved from here )
"no! that is not the case at all!" he found himself reacting pretty quickly, eager to settle any misunderstanding about the situation. he couldn't believe himself, letting his own brooding bother a student like this. "i just... well, you look a lot like an old friend of mine. that's why i was surprised to see you." he sighs and shakes his head. perhaps he was revealing too much about himself, but he'd rather there not any chance of lingering misunderstandings.
"-my point is, you're not bothering me at all. actually as a knight of seiros i probably shouldn't say this but-" he took a quick glance around to make sure no one was listening then lowered his voice a bit just to be sure. "it was getting boring just standing around here seeing as nothing is really happening." he then raised his voice back to normal levels. "so, a spar with you would be very welcome- if you're still up for it that is."
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blaydiud · 3 years
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Continued from here.
@sheerloyalty
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Admittedly, it felt a bit embarrassing to hear the other laughing to the point of tears at his less than stellar skating performance- but there wasn’t much he could do about it. He was still in the middle of a frozen lake, with close to no skating skills, and any wrong move could result in another painful fall.
What he didn’t expect though, was what followed next. He thought that perhaps the other’s skills mirrored his own, or were at least marginally better- but no. Hana seemed to be completely used to the ice, skating around with such ease that it felt rather mesmerizing to watch. But he had to remember to keep his own balance up, as well.
Once she finished her little show, Dimitri takes the offered hand. “Uhm, thank you. You are..surprisingly good at this! I am impressed!”
He tried to move forward- shaky and uncertain. “-but please, I ask of you to go a bit slow with me, still. I have yet to get used to this...”
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atypicalsenerio · 3 years
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Soren had to wonder if a Heal staff would work on his pride. He cleared his throat and struck a pose, one knee bent to the side with a pom-pommed hand on his hip, and his other hand raised high in the air.
Some pre-game practice couldn’t go amiss.
“We are crabs! We are rad! We can do it cause we're not bad! Goooo crabs!!”
He recited it not with the enthusiasm a cheerleader should have, but a little forcefully, as though it was an incantation that wasn’t quite working, begging more than cheering his soon-to-be-playing team to do better. Soren cleared his throat and stood in a more neutral position, idly shaking the pompoms in front of him together.
“R! E! N! Let’s cheer again!” He jumped once. Soullessly. “N! A! C! We’re home free!”
He tried to do a cartwheel, but it turned into a somersault. Hopefully, he made it look intentional.
Soren sighed, folding his arms. Perhaps he didn’t have the bubbly temperament required to rally anyone. Maybe it was a failure of his own acrobatics. Whatever it was, he’d work it out. He rubbed his forehead, forgetting he was holding a pompom and directly stuck his face into the glittery neon blue and green strands of material.
Winning anything had never been about fun or pride. Battle wasn’t like that. Adrenaline was for survival, not... play. He supposed Herons and the like had to put themselves in their songs to impart courage and energy, so Soren would have to find it in himself to do the same.
He again struck a pose, both arms straight out, ankles shoulder length apart, trying to force some passion into his cheer as his pompoms threateningly wiggled.
“Blue and green, to your queen! Gooo Elincia!”
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gricencchos · 3 years
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(TOA Fleeting Snow) ❄️ - a snowball fight with my muse
(Does it even connect? Snowball fight that they participate in? Special festive training session? Ferdinand accidentally digging his own grave by mistaking him for someone else? Death Maiden was Unclear (tm)!)
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TOA Fleeting Snow - 2021
Seteth had just finished a calm walk around the mountain area, now settling with watching over students as they rand after another with snow in their hands. As feisty and sometimes disrespectful as they were, it did feel pleasing to see them having innocent fun like that. As long as it was nothing questionable or involving Flayn, that is. But it seemed safe, for now.
In his hands was a snowball as well, but he was mostly just gently squeezing it idly with the intent to sculpt it rather than throw it at someone. No, he wouldn’t participate in such games.
What he wasn’t expecting though, was an aerial attack. With snow, nonetheless. He gasped in surprise, falling to the snowy ground.
     “By the blazes of- who-”  Seteth looked around- and spotted an orange haired noble. Ferdinand von Aegir, from the Black Eagles. 
     “You. No running.”
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     “I sure hope this was a rather...extremely unfortunate accident, and not intentional. Explain yourself, now.”
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arcstral · 3 years
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【 You find yourself the recipient of a letter that could never be unassuming if it tried.
The royal purple envelope is a backdrop to gilded lettering, lovingly rendered with a steady hand. It shines when you hold it up to the light; to say nothing of the wax seal that sits heavy in a contrasting deep red. Burned into your memory is the Gloucester rose, the summertime fancy and the lovers’ flower, the signature of one noble son.
Should you choose to open this envelope, there is crisp parchment awaiting you. A practiced hand has sent you a missive, and then some. All the words legible, cursive immaculate, but aside from the flourishes, it is, as some say, a lot to unpack.
At the very top, lettering bigger than the rest, begins this invitation—ah, yes, you see now, it is an invitation—with the setting of intentions: 】
❝I, LORENZ HELLMAN GLOUCESTER, am sending you a formal invitation, extending you the distinct honor of attending the Ethereal Moon Ball as my esteemed guest…❞
【 … 】
【 You quickly realize that the letter goes on. And on. Was there ever an end in sight, or was that the twinkle of your golden name?
You will be here all night, should you read the whole spiel, so you skip to the end: 】
❝TO THE MOST DECORATED HERO-KING:  a certain reverence comes when all speak your name, and I first and foremost want to impart that same esteem. How fortuitous that we find ourselves sharing the same year of schooling! No doubt, you will find yourself a very busy man during the festivities that will be upon us shortly, but it would be my distinct honor as the noble son of House Gloucester to make your proper acquaintance during the Ethereal Moon ball. To find myself in such a paragon’s presence would further my own pursuit of true nobility; it only makes good sense that I spend my evening in such good company!
YOURS, ❞
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             He’s visited, or perhaps graced depending on the unlikely perspective, by a flattery of his person in the garden variety.
               A shimmering mauve letter with a botanist-grown rose resting delicately atop, found between his hands but also all the same in yet another dozen. Perhaps even a few dozens, at that. This knowledge asserts that the Hero-King, too, is another stop upon the ingratiating course of the Gloucester trolley and frankly, he finds something to be admired about the fact. The colorful nobleman is easily an individual of great tenacity as much as he is ornamentation and shamelessness. What is there to detest of a man who lays down many roots, hoping that at least one shall coast upon water? It certainly wouldn’t be his choice, to be perfectly sure, but that is neither here nor there—
               Those of particular wisdom would deem credit a laurel given where it’s due. And so, Altean prince finds himself before the friendly suitor. A personal visitation beyond the safety and informality of a return letter would serve him better for his purpose, but more so unto his own preference, and the refined clearing of his throat begins the encounter. Lorenz Hellman Gloucester in that regard had not been too difficult a man to find, caught within the Golden Deer classroom between the tolls of the bell. 
               “  I take it you are sir Lorenz? Of House Gloucester?  “   A question for the sole sake of a question. Few could ever hope to mistake that rather unique coiffure and the young man’s faithful monogamy to the most embellished of behavior. He smiles gracefully, flashing the corner of his letter from beneath his lapel.   “  I have received your.. Love call. The honor is mine. Your name precedes you just as my very own! Such a fact must bring me to the point, I’m afraid.  “
              A moment’s pause collects as he weighs his words, until finally his hands fell to his sides and the lord shakes his head.   “  Please allow me to clarify. Although I am truly thankful to be regarded so highly by another, I am worth less than you believe. To you and many others, I am indeed hailed the Hero-King; however, it is my own opinion that I could not be anyone’s paragon as I am now. Not yet—  “ 
               The dance of legend and humility went step for step in Archanea’s hero, a fact surely undisputed, but before he can continue the bustle of students returns in some volume beyond the classroom doors. The time is suddenly upon him. He shifts, stepping aside to allow a more suitable Deer into the room. To make his leave. Yet before then, he turns just shy of halfway upon his heel, shooting the Gloucester scion a friendly look over the shoulder.   “  Please excuse me. Time bears its expense. In terms of the ball as well, I could not promise you my night in full, but.. There is no price to be laid upon a conversation. There, I look forward to meeting you proper.  “
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