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Post by ThatDenver on Jan 30, 2021 15:05:16 GMT -6
 Please keep the following in mind!- Posts must be a minimum of 175 words. There is no maximum – however, please be considerate to your fellow players. Posts of 500 words or less are recommended (but not enforced) - Please check with admin (ThatDenver) before bringing along familiars. Please leave other NPCs out! - No strict order is enforced, but there must be at least two posts between your own character's. - No god-moding or reading characters' minds (unless your pony is a literal telepath, anyway) - Always get consent before harming another character! - Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'D Rewards: 10AP, 10CS if a minimum of 3 posts is reached. +1AP for each additional post. Admin will confirm rewards at the end of the event. Deadline: 28th of February 2021 |
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Post by kajeayn on Jan 30, 2021 19:47:34 GMT -6
= M O I R A =
The fire finds a home in me.
WC: 626 | Post 1 Everything was perfect.
She’d spent the past few weeks setting plans in motion, carefully putting the right words in the right ears, making arrangements, and disappearing at night to the Azar workshop. Attendants spoke up once or twice, concerned about seeing the lights in the workshop being on when they went to bed and still glowing when they awoke, and Moira demurred these worries with a gentle smile and a promise to remember to turn off the lights.
She worked by candlelight after that.
Makeup was a boon, and she had literal decades of experience with a brush- disguising under eye shadows was a simple matter. Her heavy steps were easily written off, it was hardly as if Moira hurried anywhere anyway.
She worked tirelessly, fueled by a flame that burned hotter than it had in years. It roiled inside her until she felt as if she might burn up if she did not work, and she did so gladly.
Tonight, the fruits of her most recent labor were ready. She’d spent the last few days decorating, politely but firmly refusing any slave assistance in ensuring Azar was spotless and elegant. She had always insisted on continuing her attendant duties of helping clean, but the sight of a Flamen armed with a broom merrily sweeping the entryway raised a few eyebrows of more noble patrons.
Azar was at its best in the evenings, and so she chose to begin the art show then. The setting sun’s rays brought out a myriad of rainbow hues through the stained glass windows that towered towards the high vaulted ceiling, sending cascades of colored light through the Sanctum’s main gallery. Windows displaying Kings of old, Ignacio himself and historical moments gazed down at the vast room, currently filled with displays of art and refreshments.
Even some of the refreshments were art. Only the best for her sanctum.
She did wish for a breeze, though, carrying an elegant beaded fan with her to lightly fan herself every so often. The long, glittering dress she wore was thankfully sheer enough to not trap in heat, but the candles burning at her back were not helping the hot, heavy air hanging around her.
The price of being a Flamen, she supposed.
She had not lit the hearths, but they glowed with a bit of clever light manipulation and imbuements, so that the stained glass covers in front of them glowed as if there was fire behind them, though no heat wafted from the fireplaces. A glass fountain bubbled merrily, helping to cool the air a bit, water dripping over elegantly crafted flowers before collecting in a pool to recirculate.
But as always, the true appeal was the art, and she gazed out across the room with eyes that glowed with quiet satisfaction, a chilled glass of wine in her teke.
A few gentle words in just the right ears, and tonight showed the efforts paying off.
Her own works glowed in the light, several different new creations proudly on display. New stained glass sculptures and mosaics, depicting different recognizable figures and scenes, but with a common theme that one might not notice right away.
Tonight, almost every piece featured a member of the Soleil family.
Solaris herself was a common fixture, but there were others, some members far further back in the line, some more recent- even Amadeus made a few appearances. And, notably, a single artwork depicted Marcellus, beautiful, haloed and remembered. All of the Soleils were haloed by the sun in her works, marking them as gone but remembered and loved.
And nowhere in the room was a single appearance of Isador. Not even a glimpse.
She looked out across the room, and she smiled behind her goblet.
Everything was perfect.
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Post by misttheelf on Jan 31, 2021 0:03:29 GMT -6
Taffy "And the world tastes good, Cause the candy man, thinks it should~"
Post 1| WC 350 The day was hot, stifling so. But… in the end for Taffy, that meant only more working time for the sugar creations he was getting ready to produce. He'd have to watch for slumping, but his work was meant to be eaten, anyways. He did not wear anything terribly fancy as he made his way to the Azar Sanctum - his bridle being the extent of it with it's gems setting off his turquoise eyes. Sugar could get messy, and he did not wish to have hot, caramelized sugar stuck to fancy clothes. The bridle was really only worn at Tira's insistence, but a concession Taffy was more than willing to make for them.
And so it was that he was there alongside the two eldest of his children, Dominosteine and Tiramisu. The twins had been left in the care of their grandparents for the evening - They, after all, had a tendency to get under hood when Taffy did his sugar work. Once he was ready to begin, and the cookies and other stained glass themed treats he had prepared all day long with a number of the other chefs at the Menagerie, set on the table alongside the other snacks for the attendees, he gave a nod to his two children "Dom, Tira… enjoy yourselves." They gave a chuckle at that. "Just don't forget about me here and let me know if you decide to head home before me, alright?"
His thoughts, so occupied by his work, he barely registered the rumors starting to fill the air - complex and hanging heavy overhead, he only started to pay attention to them as he heard rumors of murder, and death near him.
...The sugar started to slump as he worked it, calling his attention back to reform the shape. He decided he'd pay attention to the rumors if someone directly spoke to him of them, and put his sugar work on pause during that conversation.
And so he placed the first sugar statue on the table in front of him. A sculpture of Ignacio, to begin the night, as he always did.
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Post by floatyy on Jan 31, 2021 0:24:30 GMT -6
"Everything's going to be okay."
Post 1 | WC 211 Sunny wasn't completely sure about this. But something told her that she would be okay. She'd be fine, and she'd be among friends. Hopefully.
The mare wore her usual attire, minus the lantern, with a dark cloak accented with fake gold stars draped over her lithe body. She stepped into sanctum, tired from the journey but glad to finally be there. She had left Andromeda home, certain that she'd be okay in a sanctum. She tugged her scarf loose, but kept it on. Her eyes scanned the area, looking for familiar faces from the tavern. She spotted Moira and her spirits lifted, and she trotted towards the mare. Despite her anxieties from the night at the tavern, she needed to keep her head up. Keep her mind at ease by mingling with others and being her usual bubbly self. Her ears swiveled, still not used to being without Andromeda. So now she needed companionship from something else. Someone else. Other horses who would gladly talk to her and give her the time of day.
She bowed her head politely to Moira, smiling warmly. "Good evening!" She hummed, lifting her head back up and looking around. Not many recognizable faces just yet. She wondered if any would show, especially after that night.
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Post by misttheelf on Jan 31, 2021 1:51:37 GMT -6
Caron "Now the Fire and Wind guide me to Freedom."
Post 1 | WC 445 Caron took a deep breath, glancing around the Azar Sanctum from where they were stood in a corner, watching the room, with Chiya perched on their back. They sighed, tilting a small glass that was half-full of wine. Moira had invited them there that night personally, though Caron didn't fully understand why - though, they did appreciate the Flamen's invitation and support, which is why they were there that night.
They had arrived earlier than most other guests, and we'll… when Moira had seen that they had shown up with just their Cloak and Chiya, the Flamen had quickly gotten together a gilded bridle for them, along with a sort of dress, it was loose and semi-transparent, with light chains connecting various bits and bobs… Additionally they also now wore hoof polish, decorating their cloven hooves in bright blue lightning bolts to match their blessing.
Caron had to admit, it felt odd to be dressed in finery. It… had been a bit over a year since they slipped away, disappearing into the sewers and becoming a smuggler, and just past a month since they no longer had to fear chains binding them again.
...It had been just over a year since they had last seen Shiya. Their ears pinned at the thought, as Chiya gave off a soft note to comfort them, and Caron let out a sigh, casting their gaze about the room as more started to come in. They watched as the Armiger for The Menagerie, Taffy set up a small stand to the side of the sanctum, and began work with the sugar he had brought. It was truly fascinating to watch - perhaps once he had some finished, they'd go request one.
They hummed, as their gaze glanced over Moira as the flamen walked the floor, noticing as Sunny approached her - Perhaps Caron ought to go say hello to her? They’d not seen the mare since that night in the Goldhead, and she had been rather… shaken by the conversation.
Chiya cronned in Caron’s ear, giving the black kirin a bit of reassurance in their decision, and so they approached Sunny and Moira. “Greetings.” They hummed, bowing their head to Sunny, and offering a small smile to Moira. “I must thank you, Moira for this outfit… It’s been a while since I’ve dressed up.” They gave a small chuckle, glancing to Sunny. “I’m… afraid I’ve not caught your name, since we first met that night… And I know not it you remember mine.” They gave a hum. “I’m Caron. It’s a pleasure to properly meet you, and this…” They paused as Chiya gave a soft chime “Is Chiya.” they chuckled with a smile. |
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Post by manacats on Jan 31, 2021 3:19:00 GMT -6
M E L I S A N D E "All I ever wanted was the world."
Post #1 | 384 A seemingly peaceful evening sung out with the gentle chatter of passersby and hum of candlelight, not a single breeze in sight. Melisande swept through the streets with a steady, confident stride, the deep plum of her shawl wrapped loosely about her shoulders like a silken mantle. The four-horned Mistress was certainly dressed up tonight, adorned in silk and jewelry befitting of an elegant Aodhian event - she had a reputation to maintain, after all. A long and thin pipe of intricate make swayed lazily in her teke, puffing out wisps of smoke that curled around her horns as she walked. The vapor lingered with no wind to carry it, floating about in cloudy whorls.
The Pearl shall survive a mere few hours without me; Melisande firmly pushed this thought forward in an attempt to brush away the workaholic cravings that itched in her limbs. It would not stop her from dipping into the honey sweetness of indulgence, not tonight. There was always something to do, somewhere to be. Ah, such was the life of a luminary like herself.
And tonight, Melisande was heading towards the exquisite Azar Sanctum. With fine art and refreshing air, the Mistress hoped for many things to come of the evening ahead; gossip, first and foremost. True or false, it mattered little to the mare. She prided herself on being tapped into the heartbeat of Aodh and all its whispers...of which there had been many recently. And what better place to do so than surrounded by beautiful works of art.
She finally stepped within the Sanctum, crossing its limestone threshold with a toss of her mane, the hot outside air making some of her curls rather unruly. Graceful smiles were offered to any who caught the Mistress' austere gaze upon her entrance.
Melisande's eye passed across the room, an appraising stare melting into approval. The Flamen had certainly outdone herself, her hard-work was evident. Only a few horses milled about so far, bound to fill in over time. A confectioner was set up making intricate works out of sugar, while Flamen Moira herself graced the sanctum floor, currently flanked by two others in conversation. Melisande was content to stand and admire the grand stained-glass windows, letting its prismatic light wash over her whilst keeping an ear on the words nearby.
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Post by buffyandbramble on Jan 31, 2021 5:51:07 GMT -6
Lux had been cautious these past few weeks, driven by an underlying tension he wasn't entirely used to. He had never expected to hear it clearly spoken that there was a plot to overthrow the King. Had the words come from a commoner he would have paid them much less mind - there were always those with fantasties above their station but this meeting had been well attended by those with power enough to make this viable. This was not a mere civil uprising, malcontent amongst the lower classes.
It had put him in a very unusual position.
At some point, he was going to have to declare an allegiance. After the meeting at the Goldhead he'd certainly had the opportunity to strengthen his own position if he chose to side with Isador, but he'd hadn't made the play. He didn't know who he was betting against and it was concerning that so many notable equines were willing to get their hooves dirty in this. Would Isador be able to resist this attempt? And if he did, how many more would follow? Lux was in no hurry to throw his hat into the wrong ring and back the wrong horse. He bore no particular loyalty nor animosity to the current King and attached little significance to the actual actions of which he was accused, particularly the regicide. He was more interested in what it said of Isador as an individual and the implications he could draw from that. Solaris was dead and how she had died did not change that.
He did find it frustrating that one of the key drivers behind this revolution seemed to be that Isador had royal blood on his hooves. Whoever his planned successor was, for Lux assumed the revolutionaries must have someone in mind, was going to have blood on their hooves by proxy at the very least. It certainly felt like the cornerstone on which this new King was being built upon, was the very cornerstone on which they were undermining the current one. And if they weren't planning on killing Isador? Well, that felt like a fool's move and Lux did not approve.
He shook his head slightly, hearing the obsidian gems on his bridle clink, to shelve his thoughts somewhat. He had been dwelling on this ever since, reluctant to make a move until he could be more certain it was the most beneficial to himself and his House, but it kept coming down to a lack of information. Isador's inaction on the plot was notable too - did he not know? Or was something else afoot?
Tonight he was heading to Azar sanctum. He'd been keeping slightly closer tabs on many of the Flamines, as well as visiting sanctums with a little greater frequency. All the visions that had been happening lately had him questioning his religious indifference a little more, though he had little spare time or thoughts to dedicate to this at the moment. Going to the sanctums a little more often was the closest he was currently getting to exploring his faith. Or lack of faith.
Bordeaux was coming along too, the phoenix perched on a special bar that sat over the Adviser's shoulders as the creature was insistent on perching on him regardless. He'd been absolutely insistent on attending a fancy event, and Lux supposed it did no harm to have an extra pair of eyes and ears on everything. Moira had been at the Goldhead, which may or may not have factored into Lux's decision to attend.
He had at least consented to more elaborate finery for the evening, and obsidian gems glittered across his person. His usual shoulder cloak was replace by a more luxurious version of a dark heavy cloth, tiny flecks of gems woven throw so that it shimmered softly in the light, and held in place by an ornate brooch. It was all a little ostentatious for Lux's taste, but then again, it was an art show.
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Post by kerarose on Jan 31, 2021 9:12:35 GMT -6
E L I I N A
POST 1 | WC: 525
Eliina wandered through Azar Sanctum, her House crest of a rising phoenix, made out of stunning white gold, made the center of her jeweled bridle. To anyone versed enough in House politics and symbols, it was clear enough who she was.
The first Envoy of House Xoias in generations. The pride and joy of her House, even more than the Heir- something Indrina was none too happy about. Someone well-respected and worth her weight in gold. An Aodhian envoy enjoying one last hurrah before she was hurried off to Onea once again.
And tonight, a rebel of sorts.
She'd heard the rumors- her own slave had been invited to a very particular meeting. Oh, she had been furious to not be invited- hadn't she pledged her loyalty to the cause, just like anyone else- but she knew not to take it out on Phoenix. It wasn't her fault.
She recognized the handwriting- one of the King's Advisers had written the note to Phoenix. It wasn't Rosalba, whom she had originally thought to be responsible for the beginnings of rebellion- neither was it Lux or Oberyn. They seemed interested, but neither had shown their face publicly, and all movements needed a leader. That left two- Aleksei and Azazel.
Her money was on Aleksei.
So she'd dolled Phoenix up in House Xoias colors and symbols, and sent her off, hoping to send a message. House Xoias would side with whoever was in charge of this rebellious talk- and that Phoenix would serve as the House's representative.
So, instead, she wandered around Azar, admiring the art. She saw many featured Soleils- Marcellus, the tragic Prince who was somehow still alive, Amadeus, the boy King thrown onto the throne too young, Solaris, in all of her beautiful glory and might- on and on they went, beautiful, golden, shining. She noted the lack of Isador with a smirk- it served the murderous King right.
Eliina rarely frequented Azar- it was a bit far from Starlight Hall to be considered a good way to spend their time- but now, she wondered why she had stayed away. The art was incredible, invoking awe and joy, all contained in beautiful segments of glass.
She walked over to the Flamen, giving her a nod. "Greetings, Flamen Moira," she said, her voice low and sweet. "The artwork is particularly stunning tonight- how long did this take you?"
It had only been a few weeks since the meeting at the Goldhead Pub- certainly this amount of work would have taken months to make without working through the night. Clearing her throat, she spoke again. "I admire the beauty of the Soleils pictured- it is a shame," she said, accenting the word with a touch of knowing, "that we have lost them."
With a smirk, she lowered her voice, an ear flicking around to ensure that there was no one else listening. "I approve of the, shall we say, lack of a certain someone." With a genuine smile, she raised her voice once more to a normal speaking level. "You truly are Ignacio-touched, Flamen. You have a gift."
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Post by Coffie-Buzz on Jan 31, 2021 11:44:51 GMT -6
Delta
Aodh | Labor Slave
The last few weeks since the “meeting” at the pub had been hell. The stifling heat during the day’s labor had caused two more Slaves to die of heat exhaustion, despite the water provided periodically. The dust and humidity had reminded her that, regardless of the wounds on her chest being healed, her lungs were not as strong as they should be. Chest infections, no matter how long ago they were, always left a scar. The simple act of breathing in this heat was becoming a problem. Her head hurt, but not because of slight dehydration. It hadn’t been a week after the Goldhead that Delta was sent out to aid in the construction of a new building. The old one was structurally unsound, so the city had decided to tear it down and rebuild it. It had happened faster than she could have expected. Someone shouted and horses ran past her. Confused Delta had turned to see what they were running from. She hardly had time to get out of the way before part of the roof and wall had crashed to the ground. Wood and stone fell on her shoulders, neck and head as she had escaped the collapse. She was lucky it only grazed her, but there were four who hadn’t been so lucky. One of them was a child. She had watched as the building landed on them, unable to do anything. She had heard the mother scream. If she had her Force Field, she could have saved them. It had shaken her, to see other Slaves and Chevaliers so casually uncover the dead and cart them away to be burned. To watch a grieving mother, who had barely escaped the accident herself, be forced back to work after having lost her child. The scene brought back flashes of the visions they had been shown at the pub. The New Years Ball carried the same horrific energy. She couldn’t imagine the terror the ones who were there had felt. Well… now she could. It was different, watching an innocent die. When death had happened around her, it had been on people who deserved it. But witnessing innocent lived taken, either by assasination or a freak accident… it was hard to deal with. Delta slipped into a hopeless state after that. The side of her body where the rubble had struck her had left a mosaic of vertical, shredded gashes, some of which were only just beginning to heal, although the bleeding had stopped a while ago. She didn’t want to try anymore. What was the point, when no one who could actually help cared enough to do so? It had taken months… but she was done fighting. The once powerful and feared Valkyrie was gone, leaving only the broken shell of a mare whose history was only told by the myriad of scars on her body. She stood in the light of the doorway to the Azar Sanctum. Looking in, she could already recognize some faces from the night at the Goldhead. Faces she hadn’t made the most fantastic first impression with. The Flamen had insisted that passing Laborers be welcomed into the Sanctum, but despite the black mare’s insistence, she herself didn’t feel welcome. She felt stranded. Alone. Like if she were to die this very day, no one would miss her. And she wasn’t wrong. There were no friends here, no family. She supposed Skoll counted. The two had grown rather friendly towards each other, but he still had some fight in him. She couldn’t pretend anymore. With her head low, she crossed the threshold. Delta spared a thought about how beautiful the art work was, but she wasn’t here for the party. She needed a place of safety. A place of prayer. Somewhere she could feel Him. She kept her right side out of view, turned to the wall, but wasn’t able to hide the slight limp from her right front leg. Everything hurt. The silver mare made eye contact with the Flamen, giving her a respectful nod in greeting, but stayed away from the ones who were actually wanted in the building. When an Attendant asked her if she would like her bridle removed she hesitated, but accepted. She hadn’t realized how many buckles her bridle had until it was taken off and handed back to her. She eyed the table of food and drinks but walked away from it, choosing to stand in an unoccupied corner and look at the various windows and art work. Seeing the guests dressed in their finest clothes, Delta suddenly felt very dirty and out of place. She summoned a Force Field small enough to encase herself and promptly set her body on fire, burning away the dirt and sweat. Once her fire bath was done, she lowered the shield. She chose to keep to herself. If someone wanted to speak to her, they could.
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Post by Luneby on Jan 31, 2021 13:52:18 GMT -6
 S E R E Y AOf monsters and flowers
Rosalba had told her to stay home that night. Yet, Sereya had made her way to the Artisan district. She would have to deal with her displeased mother later, but that was only a minor setback. She would not allow her mother to lock her away once again while crucial events were set in motion. She saw and heard much more than her mother ever knew, simply by watching her. She had spent the last weeks almost entirely stuck between the walls of Rosebriar Manor – spying on her mother, finding crumbs of information wherever she could, trying to chase away the gnawing fear that was building up in her chest day after day. This situation was all too familiar, and nothing could soothe her fears – or keep the memories that haunted every corner of the damned estate. She felt… incredibly unsafe and knew she would not find any comfort or explanation from her mother. Aunt Auri was no help either, but she never was when it came to matters of the outside world. If she were to make sense of the situation, she would have to do it on her own.
Well, not exactly alone. She never went anywhere without her bodyguard slaves, Harlan, and Sirocco. She did not leave the estate because she was scared only to be defenseless, out in the open. Besides, neither of them would have let her go alone. She did not know why she had insisted on going. She knew it could not be a coincidence that her mother had left that same night. Maybe she was just desperate for any help, and for anything to keep her away from the overwhelming silence home, and in her head.
If anything were to happen that night, maybe she would feel a little less alone in Azar Sanctum.
And so she walked inside, the splitting image of her mother – only much, much younger, and desperately trying to hide the confusion in her eyes under faked ingenuity, but covered in roses all the same. Her eyes coldly washed over the numerous depictions of Ignacio – trying to remain unfazed by the flamboyant displays of beauty. Few figures were familiar to her – Lux, one of her mother’s colleagues, and the Flamen herself, whom she had seen a few times. She was surprised not to see Euonia anywhere – she certainly expected and hoped for her to be here. She knew the younger Flamen would have to have a very good reason to miss such a good occasion. She nodded towards her bodyguards and confidently trotted towards the Advisor. Maybe she could learn more about the situation from him, while Sirocco and Harlan were on the lookout for anything worth noticing.
“Good evening Eminence, what a pleasant surprise! It has been so long since we last met. I take it you’ve come to admire the splendid craftmanship too?” she greets, before gracefully bowing before the stallion, putting on the loveliest smile she could summon. She was quite fond of Lux and knew he would make for good company. Her eyes widened upon noticing his Familiar, whom she had never seen before. While she regularly saw Euonia’s phoenix, those birds still made for a mesmerizing sight.
“Oh! What a lovely creature. What could their name be?” she asked, as she inspected the burgundy bird with wide eyes.
OOC: Addressing Lux, surrounded with Sirocco and Harlan who never leave her side.
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Post by Luneby on Jan 31, 2021 13:55:01 GMT -6
 S I R O C C O "Hit the bottom and escape."
While Harlan had come along Rosalba and Edenne to the Goldhead Pub a few weeks ago, Sirocco had stayed back– someone had to stay with Sereya and keep guard. The filly was not to find out about this secret meeting, as Rosalba had let both her and her partner know. Harlan had told her all about it still, as he never kept anything from her. Besides, she was a better liar than the stallion could ever hope to be, and it had been easier for her to conceal the truth from their young mistress, which was no small feat considering Sereya’s prying nature. The filly had spent the past few weeks searching for clues and turning Rosebriar Manor upside down behind her mother’s back. Rosalba had refused to let her daughter go anywhere outside the estate ever since she came back from the meeting. From what Sirocco could gather of her mistresses’ past, the last time Sereya had been locked away in such a fashion was right after the New Year’s Ball. The young heiress had understandably been restless, confused – only aggravating the dark limbo she had been stuck in ever since her transformation. Sirocco and Harlan both shared their concerns over her – but neither of them could understand what she felt, and they had no power to soothe her fears. Which is why Sirocco had chosen to indulge the filly – tagging along as she investigated, carefully driving her away from the few things she knew of the truth whenever she came too close. Although she had been happy to play this little game and try to lift some of Harlan’s burden keeping the current events a secret, she certainly was not pleased about disregarding mistress Rosalba’s orders and escorting Sereya to this event. But they could not ignore the young mistress’ orders either, and the filly had gotten quite keen at throwing her weight around the household and getting her way when she intended to. Besides, arguing with Sereya was like reasoning with a goat – she would have gone her merry way to Azar with or without bodyguards. So here they both were, anxiously keeping watch and hoping for the best. While Azar was at the most beautiful it had ever been, the state of tension Sirocco was in clouded her appreciation of the exhibition. Her eyes relentlessly searched the place and the faces, on the hunt for any danger. Sereya had told them to keep watch and let her know if anything jumped out of the ordinary – which was a quite cute impersonation of her mother, as Sirocco could not help but notice. The mare bowed politely as they drew near Advisor Lux, staying a step behind as Sereya engaged a conversation with him. She leaned closer to Harlan, without looking at him, whispering to him. “ See any familiar faces?” She knew Flamen Moira was among the people present at the Goldhead Pub, but she wanted to find out who else was. Especially if some of them could prove to be a threat to their young mistress.
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Post by reyarpg on Jan 31, 2021 14:33:31 GMT -6
 Gallus Aodh | Pit Slave
mentions; melisande : talks to: moira There was a reason some slaves gave Gallus pitiful looks when they saw who his owner was. Brontide was a cruel, demanding owner. Considering Gallus was the one that kept Brontide off the streets, the older horse was worked and worked hard. Despite this, Gallus was keen on earning time off, and fortunately, Brontide wasn't entirely closed off to the idea of giving him time off. While it was rare, Gallus continued to earn Brontide shards and promised not often.
Tonight was a lovely night to take a break.
This was not the first time Gallus had been given time off, nor free reign to walk around the city under promises of returning home early. The tired stallion spent most of his time walking the streets, admiring the beautiful sights Aodh had to offer while sitting in some shade and enjoying a drink of water. This was, however, the first time he took a long walk towards the artisan district. There was much beauty to be enjoyed there. The tense air did little to sway the stallion; he was used to fighting in a pit. If a riot broke out, he'd gallop home at the first sign of danger.
The lights in Azar called to him.
The sound of people talking and the smell of something sweet definitely lured him in. He did not truly expect to be let in, let alone let close, but even being able to enjoy the sight of pretty horses was enough to him. He approached, cautiously, but found himself being invited in nonetheless. Surely the plain, bitted bridle was a signifier? He was unworthy of being in such hallowed halls of art. But he was encouraged nonetheless.
He approached, curious to what awaited him inside.
To be frank, he recognized not a single soul in there tonight. Many were actual Aodhian citizens, and dressed accordingly. Surrounded by artwork and finery, Gallus couldn't help but feel a bit out of place. He definitely didn't belong in a beautiful place like this, surrounded by beautiful people. Someone insisted he take his bridle off - a move he was extremely nervous to do - but it was an insistence. It felt incredibly foreign to not have a bit in his mouth after all these years, but he draped his bridle behind his withers and finally got a chance to read the room.
He could easily identify the horse that pulled this all together - the Flamen that was running it all. They were certainly beautiful, their pitch black dark coat and long mane works of art in their own right. Other horses were around her, talking and thanking her. He supposed that, first things' first - he should do the same. He could not, however, entirely ignore the eye-catching horse that was currently looking over the room [ Melisande ]. Her bright coat and the faint smell of smoke coming off of her were hard to ignore. He was almost certain he was unworthy to stand within a few feet of her.
Maybe if Gallus was feeling brave, he'd say hello.
More horses were approaching the Flamen, and he supposed he definitely couldn't not greet her. No matter. He would express his gratitude - and admiration - for this place, this event, fully. Least not, of course, being allowed to be unbridled. A privilege not even his previous owner granted him.
He approached - cautiously at that, as he didn't want to make himself a particularly big scene - and gave the Flamen a large, respectful bow - so large, his nose nearly touched the ground.
"Thank you, Your Holiness, for allowing me the pleasure of sharing this space with beautiful things, tonight. It is an opportunity I will treasure." His words were lavish, and he did truly mean it. As he rose, he felt a few of his bones pop and creak with the action. No matter, he'd be alright.
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Post by Zugunruhes on Jan 31, 2021 20:01:54 GMT -6
It was all a very bad idea. At least, from Harlan's point of view. Weeks of keeping the secret of the night at the Goldhead pub would be a burden for any horse, but Harlan was no master at keeping secrets. He could lie without a second thought- charm a man he was about to rob with a thrilling tale- but to avoid talking about something was a different matter altogether.
And since the night he returned from the Goldhead he swore Sereya could see the silhouettes of the rumors and plots in his eyes. He confessed everything to Sirocco at once. They were partners in just about everything and he mulled over what he observed better with her keen eyes.
The rumors were a source of agitation too, like shadows creeping around every corner, watchful but careful to stay out of sight. When would the fires spark? His mistress made her mind clear at the Goldhead, but that did not guarantee safety for all those who opposed Isador's bloodied ascension. When the lions finally turned on their captors, their roars shaking the city, what would keep Harlan and Sirocco safe as fires raged around them?
That was what he feared most. That Valore would not undergo a swift or peaceful change of power, but a brutal fight pitting chevalier against citizen and eminent. With the rest fearing wayward knives.
That pooling unease merged with flickers of indecision over escorting Sereya to the art show at Azar. What would Rosalba say? He could imagine it all too easily and stumbled over a jutting cobblestone on their walk over as his thoughts snagged on a worried note. But the sight of the glowing hall- art worth more than anything he had ever stolen in his life- and a banquet table brimming with fruits and sugar-coated delights abruptly shifted his mood. The unease still trotted alongside him, visible in the nervous swivels of his ears, but he was past alternating between grumbles to Sirocco and pleads to Sereya.
With the young kirin settling into conversation with an adviser, Harlan let his gaze wander. Carefully studying each face from a distance and then- his bright eyes rested upon a dark kirin in conversation with the flamen. "One point for me- there's a familiar face." The point of his tail fin tipped in Caron's direction, a subtle sign that he and Sirocco had used for years in their other adventures. "Can't be a coincidence if they're already talking to the Flamen." He whispered.
OOC: Harlan is with Sirocco, Sereya, and Lux. He notices Caron from a distance.
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Post by hydrus101 on Jan 31, 2021 22:17:05 GMT -6
 T I R A M I S U• Aodh - Gentry •
“Find beauty in all things.”
The walk to the sanctum had been truly agonizing. For someone so small, Tiramisu had fast hooves and quickly grew tired of stopping every five feet to wait for his father and sibling to catch up. He was growing restless and hot under his thick mane, but quietly let the tink tink tink of the golden rings in his hair and the click click click his hooves against pavement distract him from any discomfort. Ensuring his tailor-made cloak didn’t drag also occupied some of his attention, and before he’d even realized it, they were finally there.
The entire building was breathtaking. The atmosphere was delightful and Tira greedily drank it all in. Entranced by the sights, he almost missed Taffy’s words. He managed to catch the tail end however, and nodded feverishly in acknowledgement, standing at attention but ready to dash off into the crowd as soon as Taffy said the word.
Excitement brimming, Tiramisu shifted on his hooves, trotting in place. Taffy then turned back to his work and Tira leaned over and bumped shoulders with Domi, giving them a mischievous smile before ducking away into the throng.
As he turned, the corner of his cloak flared up and stopped him in his tracks. Tira scrunched up his nose in thought. Maybe he should’ve gone with the other cape instead. The one he’d chosen clashed a bit with the decor, it blended in too much. Ah well, too late to anything about it now, he supposed, but knew it would irk him for the rest of the night.
His rings clinked again as he took off, trotting in the direction of the nearest and shiniest thing, keeping an eye on the other fashion forward ponies that passed him by. He knew this wasn’t exactly a scouting event, but you never knew who was watching.
Tiramisu opted to people-watch before he took in the art. The art wasn’t exactly able to get up and leave, but the horses were. They had a slimmer viewing window.
His pale eyes shifted to a gathering of horses nearby, one of which looked more his age. He hasn’t thought anyone else his age would be interested in the arts and started to walk towards her before noting that she was flanked by two slaves, which meant she was important. Other gentry didn’t need two whole bodyguards for an art show. The gathering has his interest, but he stayed back for now and looked to the others in the group. The other horse she stood with was decorated elegantly and his cloak shimmered when he moved. Tira’s eyes widened like a cat’s.
He wanted nothing more than to inquire about it, but there were too many people there. He tended to trip over his words the more attention was on him and the last thing he wanted was to embarrass himself in the first conversation of the night. Perhaps he would work himself up to their level and try to speak to them again later.
Roving over the crowd, the Sanctum’s Flamen was amongst them as well, Tira recognized her at the least. She was flanked by a few guests and other groups milled around, but further back, near the windows, he spotted a unicorn wreathed in thick smoke and fractal light. She was beautiful, as gorgeous as the art that surround her, but Tira knew better than to directly approach strangers without knowing who they were. Still, he longed to at least talk to her for a minute.
Subtly, Tira fell in line, admiring the stained-glass not quite next to her, but near enough. When he felt the time was right, he stepped towards her, an entire of slew compliments ready to fall from his lips.
Instead, what came out was a soft-spoken whisper. “I really love your jewelry.”
It had sounded so much more childish than he had meant it to, and he grimaced mentally. Nice going Tira, he grumbled, now she’ll think you’re a dumb wide-eyed kid. He managed a small, nervous smile. Hopefully she wouldn’t take too much offense.
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Post by pxcarats on Feb 1, 2021 2:43:41 GMT -6
 Though the weather threatened to dampen his mood, Keres had a mind quickly distracted from the horridly still air. An art show, one that he quickly went to visit for his own reasons. For one, he was an artist in his own right, though one that commonly failed in the eyes of others. Additionally, he would have been a fool to not take part in such an event, not only for the fine art, but for the increased chance to be in the vicinity of great warriors which he had watched from a distance before. If not champions, than perhaps a rare pit slave allowed to arrive thanks to Flamen Moira's words of unbridled attendance.
He knew to stay silent and unremarkable as he found his way indoors, knowing that he would be among those much more powerful, attractive, and respectable than himself. In fact, the unicorn could not even bring himself to come forwards to show his appreciation to Moira despite his desire to thank her, having his nerves sparked by the amount of individuals already surrounding the Flamen with their presence. In fact, he even saw a familiar face among the crowd. Gallus! Keres perked up slightly as he noticed the other, but still kept to himself, hoping that he would perhaps see him again before the night was over. Though he seemed to pause in place as he admired the other being in attendance, he quickly moved as to not block anyone who wished to address the Flamen directly.
He seemed to take great interest in the glowing paintings, and of course he had to admire the incredible glasswork of the stained windows. He seemed to stare at them, though making room when needed for others to admire as well. He swore he could stare at the art here for hours, and knowing himself quite well- he just might if not distracted by something else.
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Post by floatyy on Feb 2, 2021 1:32:24 GMT -6
Sunny gasped as Caron reminded her that she had rudely not even introduced herself at the goldhead. "Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry! My nerves got the best of me that night, I was a mess." She sighed. Dipping her head respectively. "Sunny's my name!" She greeted politely, grateful for the kindness they had shown her at the pub. She'd felt so awfully anxious, alone despite Andromeda being there with her. Her ears swiveled as more equines joined the party, and her withers twitched once. She faintly recalled the vision and squeezed her eyes shut momentarily, taking the time to take some quiet breaths as others came and spoke to Moira.
The mare took a small step to the side to avoid being in the way and looked around. Don't kings usually show up to big parties like this? No sign of their king settled her mind but also lit a new anxious fire in the back of her brain, one she snuffed out for the time. She was here to have fun! "Ah- Caron. And Chiya! It's a pleasure to meet you!" She hummed, taking her hat off and waving herself with it.
The heat was suffocating, despite being indoors. It didn't help that she insisted on keeping her cloak on. She settled into a stance where a hind hoof lay lazily on the ground as she tried to relax, ignoring the heat to the best of her ability. "My furia, Andromeda, she was with me at the pub that night. I left her home this time, to keep watch over the library. Not... not that I think anything bad will happen, of course!" She laughed nervously. Of course she worried that something would happen. She'd been on edge since the vision at the bar!
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Post by manacats on Feb 2, 2021 3:32:24 GMT -6
M E L I S A N D E "All I ever wanted was the world."
Post #2 | 274 Melisande's thoughts were busy musing over the soft murmurs throughout the sanctum, interrupted only by the flick of her rosy eyes every time a new equine stepped into the room. Each face was scanned and filed away with a keen interest, adding cards to the deck in her mind.
That was, until a softer-than-soft voice made itself known at her flank - complimenting her jewelry with only a hint of nervousness. Melisande tilted her head, looking down at the younger horse (Tiramisu) who was nearby. The delicate clink of golden chains hanging from her horns swayed with the movement, accentuated by an amused smile. The sight of their youth, lanky limbs and all, nagged at her thoughts as something familiar - Ah, they reminded her of her own younger siblings. And if his nervous smile softened her heart just a fraction - well, that wasn't anyone's business but her own.
"Why thank you," Melisande hummed out with a light laugh, turning her appraising look fully on the little one before her. A finely tailored cloak and gold bands marked them as well-off. "You have quite a good eye for beauty I see. I suppose that is why we are all here at the art show tonight, is it not? To admire such exquisite works. Might I know your name?" Effortless small-talk came to her with ease, playing the song and dance of artful socialization. More equines filtered in past them, some faces of great interest piquing her curiosity. One of the king's Advisers as well as the Cardea heir. Melisande glanced around, expecting to see the child's mother close behind - yet was surprised to see that was not the case. Curious.
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Post by misttheelf on Feb 2, 2021 11:55:00 GMT -6
Taffy "And the world tastes good, Cause the candy man, thinks it should~"
Post 2| WC 356 Taffy hummed as he worked at first, the table in front of him swiftly filling with the sugar statues, his practice with the edible work rather evident with how easily he took the flowing melted sugar from a pot and shaped it into the sculptures.
And then he ran into a slight issue - No-one was approaching his creations so he couldn’t hand them off to be enjoyed, and so he had run out of space to set them out as he made them.
It was then, that a bit of flame appeared in the corner of his eye, and he took note of a gray hippocampus in the corner, nearly against the wall - And from how she looked, Taffy couldn’t help but feel sorry for the obvious slave. So he pulled one more sculpt, flames inside a semi-translucent sphere, and walked over to her. “You look like you could use something sweet. Here, enjoy.” He said with a small smile as he offered it to her, before glancing around the room, humming as he spotted Tira starting to talk to a unicorn, more people filtering in, and the small crowd gathering around Moira… He really needed to go say hello to her, though perhaps that could wait for when the crowd around her started to dwindle, before commenting to the slave beside him. “It is quite a lovely night though, despite the heat… Tell me, have you heard anything of some of the rumors? I’ll admit I don’t keep my ear low to the ground to catch them, but the snippets I've heard… Are concerning.” He mused, as his eyes fell on the two kirins that were in attendance - One younger, gray with white, and rather small antlers, who looked to be about Tira’s age, and the other… Black, and standing beside Moira - Though Taffy did loosely recognize them. The black kirin had stopped by the Menagerie a couple of times, though never gave a name, always merely getting some small sugar candies, and leaving an impression by their appearance, and quickly leaving. Perhaps during the night, he’d have a proper chance to speak with them.
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Post by buffyandbramble on Feb 2, 2021 14:38:24 GMT -6
He certainly could not deny the quality of the art presently on display. It seemed that the Azar sanctum had collected quite an array of talent for tonight's show, but it was primarily the glasswork that drew Lux's eye. Glass was a fairly common medium amongst his house, so seeing its use elsewhere always held some level on interest for him, noting the alternate applications and styles. The theme wasn't lost on him either. Maybe a few months back it might have been less notable that it was an exhibit celebrating the Soleils, but now? He actually quite appreciated the unsubtle subtlety.
Movement in his direction caught the corner of his eye and as he turned to look he was somewhat surprised to see Sereya trotting towards him. He looked beyond her a moment, expecting to see Rosalba hovering nearby, but the kirin was nowhere to be seen. Lux quirked an ear, a tiniest of smirks tugging at the corner of his mouth as he looked back to the younger kirin and her accompanying bodyguards. Sereya was very much like her mother sometimes and Lux would not wish to be in the Cardea residence when Sereya's... adventure, was discovered. He was had no doubt that this was a forbidden venture on Seray's part.
At her greeting he dipped his own head deeply to her. "Good evening, Emin Sereya. It is truly a pleasure to see you once again, please, accept my apologies that it was been so long since our last meeting. I'm afraid recent circumstances have left me with little free time." It was a shame really, Sereya was a bright young mind and wise beyond her years. Conversations with her made for a refreshing change of pace. "But it is a delight to see House Cardea represented at such an event, which is truly a testimony to the talent of our land."
Bordeaux of course, was very well aware of when he was being admired and he preened himself under the filly's gaze, ruffling his feathers a little to add to the effect. Lux just about resisted rolling his eyes at the display as the phoenix made his own little bow to the filly, chittering melodiously before glancing to Lux, evidently waiting for the stallion to translate. "His name is Bordeaux, he says it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance," he complied, though he did simplify the excessively flowery language a little. Bordeaux had an uncanny ability to say nothing with a lot of words.
"I hope you had a pleasant journey here?" Lux asked. "Is this your first outing in your mother's stead?" he asked, as if it were the obvious conclusion that Rosalba had sent Sereya here, though the slight glint in his eye betrayed his knowledge otherwise. "She must be exceptionally busy to be unable to attend with you?" he added, a slight question to his tone. Rosalba was.... overprotective, to say the least. He had to wonder what had distracted her so that Sereya had been able to invite herself to a public event with only two escorts, and he wondered if it had something to do with the Goldhead.
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Post by Prismaticlysm on Feb 2, 2021 15:41:42 GMT -6
 Suzan Aodh - Servile Slave Pale hooves practically danced upon the cobblestones as Suzan lead their charge to Azar Sanctum for the Art Show. It had been a most brilliant idea to bring the Young Master, not only to get him out of his fathers manes, but also because he was already familiar with the place. It was all to easy to ask the simple question in the Young Masters stead, the offer to ensure his safety. It wouldn't be all that hard, they insisted, after all, it was Azar Sanctum! The Flamen would never allow anything horrible to happen while they were there, certainly. This would be Suzans first time visiting the sanctum since becoming a part of Aerynn's household, so they were particularly excited about it. They ensured Aerynn stayed close, flicking their fins and tail as they pranced at his side. They wore their usual bitted bridle that was expected of them while they were outside of the Reiyne household, but this one bore the deep purple and gold tones of the house. They wore it proudly. "We're almost there!" They announced proudly to the young noble, turning towards him with a smile on their face. "Soon we'll see what Flamen Moira has set up for everyone to see!" And no sooner as they spoken, they were turning towards the entrance of the building and hurrying inside. The duo were immediately greeted by a couple of Attendants, one of whom offered to take Suzan's bridle off while they were inside. After a quick glance to Aerynn, they agreed; it was only while they were inside, so it couldn't hurt. After all, other slaves were getting their bridles taken off too! With the bridle removed from their face and resting in their teke, they looked up to the rainbow of colors cascading down from the stained glass windows, breathing in a sigh. "Wow...I can't believe you come here all the time, Aerynn. I hope I get to come with you from now on." |
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Post by Kelpie-River on Feb 2, 2021 16:51:35 GMT -6
Aerynn | Eminent | Post One
As they neared the event, Suzan made a comment about seeing what was going on that day, and Aerynn nodded enthusiastically, just as excited to know what was in store as they approached the sanctum. Aerynn's eyes were wide as he followed Suzan inside the Azar sanctum. This was like a second home to the boy, and the idea that there was going to be a special event going on that day...well...it was enough to put up with the stifling weather, and make him interested to no end. The child's hooves were painted a deep sapphire with hoof polish, and his eyes were lined similarly with blue Kohl - thanks to Chairi, who had helped him get ready. "Wow," he breathed, his blue gaze darting from place to place. He could see the hostess - just a glimpse of her golden-capped braids. And there was a horse spinning sugar treats, one who Aerynn recognized as the owner of his favorite candy shop. His attention was dragged back to Suzan as they asked silently to have their bridle removed, and he approved of the action. Seeing as everyone else had their bridles removed, it was fine by him.
He didn't even hear Suzan's words about being thrilled to come with him, for the boy had spotted a dark form that he recognized, and was already scrambling towards the dark horse. Halfway there, he caught sight of Delta, the slave with whom he'd talked a while back, and a small shudder went through him. He was glad to see her getting to eat and be merry, but he couldn't shake the sadness that washed over him at seeing her. Turning his attention back to Caron, the boy skidded to a halt before the kirin and their phoenix.
Stopping short, Aerynn realized that the adults were talking, and he seemed to meld himself into the shadows as he waited to be recognized; he knew from Valka's stern chidings to do better than interrupt two grown horses who were talking.
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Misti | Flamen of Palasa | Post One
The appaloosa horse trotted towards Azar, a feeling of wonder - and perhaps worry - on their heart as they headed down the street. After the events at the Goldhead, they were worried about what might happen next...but...it would be good to get out, simply explore the world and what it had to offer today. Well, tonight. The sun was already well into going down as the appaloosa pushed their way inside the Azar sanctum. Misti's chestnut face peeked into the room as they headed inside, away from the stifling air. They were adorned in a gold and ruby bridle which set off their blue-green eyes nicely, and their hooves and eyes were swiped with gold pigment as well. All in all, they seemed to be rather well put-together. Especially important, considering their role as Flamen.
There were horses all over, some Misti recognized, and others they had no idea about. Some they recognized from the Goldhead, others they wondered if had been there, but had been hidden under disguises. Some they had no idea about at all. Carefully, the appaloosa horse moved through the Sanctum's welcoming hall, heading for the tables where treats were set up. Their eyes landed on Sunny as they made their way into the room, and they couldn't help but smile, nodding to the horse, though they weren't sure if she'd see them or not, considering that she was busy talking to another, who Misti couldn't see clearly from here.
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Dominosteine | Gentry | Post One
Dom was more than happy to attend the event, even if it meant working. The small chestnut teen had a connection to Azar, seeing as it was the place of artists, of dreamers. And that called to them. But while they were convinced that they'd spend all evening working hard alongside Taffy, that was not to be the case. Their father was happy to let the two kids explore on their own, which surprised Dom, but pleasantly so. With a broad grin, they thanked their father for the freedom, and scooted away from the booth before Taffy could change his mind and call them back. Their brother gave them a rather mischievous smile before disappearing into the crowd, and Domi was close behind him. They allowed the boy his space, following their own path around the room to look at the beautiful stained glass artwork.
Something in their heart ached as they looked at the artwork. Though they'd never tell Taffy, their heart wasn't in candymaking....they wanted to own a craft store...but...that was a dream...and one that would not be realized, most likely. So they shook their head, trying to not look so terrifyingly sad, and smiled. It would be good to enjoy the artwork that was there, without bittering their thoughts. They could do that, couldn't they?
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Post by Coffie-Buzz on Feb 2, 2021 19:51:35 GMT -6
DELTAAodh | Labor Slave
She could hear them. The other horses entered the Sanctum at a steady pace, it seemed. The gentile murmur of chatter carried on casually as new arrivals found familiar faces to converse with. All the while, Delta stared at a window, taking in the craftsmanship of each carefully cut shard of glass. She idly set her bridle to lay over her back, careful that it didn’t brush against a cut. It felt heavy. She knew that if she lit herself on fire right now, it wouldn’t burn. Or would it?
She wasn’t willing to test the theory.
There was a small flapping sound, then someone called for her,
“Mamma! Why didn’t you say you were going into the shiny place?”
A fond smile was directed to a small Pallid Bat as he landed on her withers, flipping himself upside down as he dangled from her braid and smoothed out the soft lavender aviator scarf he wore.
“I didn’t know if I was going to or not.” was her reply. The words that left her mouth, if any were to pass her, would sound like made-up blabbering and spoken at a soft, humming pitch that would be immeasurably difficult to hear. The bat, Jeremy, however, could understand her just fine. Jeremy was one of the only things that could make her smile anymore. He was priceless to her.
She saw his nose twitch as he sniffed the air. His ears perked up and he looked towards the table full of food and snacks, “Mamma! There are mangos!” the small bat squeaked. Mangos were undoubtedly a favorite of his. Delta nodded, still smiling at him. She didn’t offer to grab him any. He had been catching moths outside before he had come in and was full already. Otherwise she knew he’d already be pulling the biggest slice off of the table.
Turning her head away, she went back to staring at the stained glass windows. A stallion near her spoke. Something about someone looking like they needed something sweet and extending an offer. She ignored it. It had nothing to do with her. It was probably that sugar-spinner offering a creation to a kid or something-
“Ma!”
Jeremy’s shout drew Delta’s attention and she was a little startled to see said Sugar-spinner standing at her side and offering her the treat. She looked down at what he had created. A dancing flame held within a pale force field, expertly made and balanced on a thin wooden stick.
She was… afraid to take it. She didn’t want anyone's pity and the kind gesture felt like he was pitying her. But he had done it because he had wanted to do something nice for her… At least that's what she thought was the case. Hesitantly, she reached out her shimmering aqua teke, taking the treat from him and giving a light nod, “Thank you.” she said. Her voice sounded rough and dry from the days of breathing in dust from labor sites.
Delta munched the spun sugar as quietly as possible, doing so slowly to make it last. The stallion asked her about the rumors.
Keeping her voice low and her head down, she answered him.
“I have. But to put it honestly, sir… They aren’t rumors,” she stopped as she waited for a mare to pass them before continuing, “I was shown a vision. A few of them, actually. The Flamen of Azar and a few other Flamen’s I honestly can’t quite remember the names of were as well. Same with that painted mare, the black Kirin and the black unicorn with the crystal horns. The visions were of another’s perspective… The Kings.
They showed us the events of the New Years Ball. Of him nodding to a hippocampus in the shadows and then leaving before the attack. The vision that followed was of him dropping some small crystals into a drink and then killing a furia with an axe King Solaris was gifted by War Lord Hira.
The.. last one confused me. It was a vision of a hippocampus mare standing in front of a painting of Ingrid. I asked around the barracks and apparently the mare is named Marcellus? Everyone told me that wasn’t possible though, because she’s supposed to be dead,” she fell silent for a moment. Clearing her throat, she added, “If I’m being truthful here, sir…. It seems like a waste of power and energy for a God to show visions of a lie.”
She glanced around the room, becoming silent once again. Her eyes met the blue of Aerynn and she felt a compulsion to go greet the small colt. She felt sorry about the things the boy had witnessed the last time they had met. But she wouldn’t change anything.
Her compulsion was snuffed out when she saw the horses he was standing beside. She’d stay in her corner and talk with the sugar-spinner for now, if it pleased him. She had no place to start conversation with anyone else here.
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Post by savorda on Feb 2, 2021 22:35:19 GMT -6
| P Y R E F L A M E N O F I G N I S F I N D R E S U R R E C T I O N I N T H E F L A M E |
Summer began not even a month ago, Pyre already wished the cooler winds of autumn would replace this stifling heat. She took great care to pin up every loose strand of hair today. Between the heat of the day, the candles burning at her withers, and the little dragon laying across her back, Pyre didn’t need her hair of all things to trap in more heat on her visit to Azar. She couldn’t do much about the candles or the weather, but she did her damnedest to leave Aura back at Ignis. Pyre tried every trick in the book, including bribing the greedy thing with her best bridle, but Aura wanted none of it. She made up her mind, and there was nothing Pyre could do about it.
“You could have at least flown, you know.” she huffed. Aura only blew a puff of smoke in response. Why didn’t her aunt buy her a sweeter dragon?
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Pyre visited Azar only once in her life, when she was just a twig of a filly. She remembered very little of the day, only the colors. It pleased her to see Azar changed only for the better over the years. She nodded to the attendants standing at the entrance before stepping inside. She let her gaze wander freely, taking in everything she knew Moira had so meticulously prepared. Ignis was breathtaking in its own right of course, but the atmosphere at Azar cultivated something entirely different. Even Aura lifted her head to take a look, for an entirely different reason, Pyre assumed. She turned to glare at the golden dragon who only stretched, feigning ignorance, but she eventually settled down to nap. Good. Pyre wandered through the gathering crowd, recognizing quite a few faces, but saying nothing just yet. She can talk with Moira a little later, when her entourage disperses a bit. She wanted to appreciate the art just a little longer. The choice of subject was not lost on her.
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Post by kajeayn on Feb 3, 2021 8:20:49 GMT -6
= M O I R A =
The fire finds a home in me.
WC: 1010 | Post 2Her head turned, eyes twinkling in the colored light as she looked to each person as they spoke to her, smiling and inclining her head to them in turn. Sometimes it still unnerved her, on some small level at least, the amount of people who tended to be drawn towards the candles on her back. A Flamen in their midst, impossible to miss, impossible to not move towards.
It made her feel proud. It made her feel scared.
Ignacio had guided her here, and He would walk with her the rest of the way. She could not doubt herself now, not when so much was at stake- her own uncertainty about being deserving of this keen attention had to be put to the wayside. What mattered not was how she felt about it, but what she did with it.
Tonight, she had many ears pointed in her direction. Her words must be chosen carefully, for they would spread farther then she could ever know, butterfly wing beats into hurricanes.
As hard as that weight was, the candles at her back seeming to grow impossibly heavy, there were still social niceties to perform. And ones she enjoyed, even.
She quite liked most of the equines she saw, most familiar to her, and the strangers or near-strangers she was glad to get to know. The only face that gave her pause was the familiar gray bulk of the labor slave from a few weeks prior- a mental red flag noted on her, an awareness to be marked and checked on later, perhaps murmured into an attendant’s ear.
She could not blame her, should she want to take action when given the chance, but Azar was not the place for it. Not tonight.
She would protect her people.
“Good evening, my friends,” She greeted the growing crowd with a warm rumble of a laugh, genuinely pleased to see some of the faces here tonight. Her eyes caught on Sunny’s shimmering gold, matching the decoration of the hat she wore, subtly drawing attention to her lovely gaze.
“I quite like your hat,” She said brightly. “I do hope you’re not too warm in it, though.” She queried, at least a little concerned- she herself had enough weight on her head with her mane. She fanned herself lightly just thinking about it, but she was still smiling as she turned to look at Caron.
“It’s amazing, isn’t it, the effect of just a little bit of extra effort?” She asked. “I am always happy to help lift a friend’s mood. It’s no trouble at all.” She replied, smiling over at Caron. The outfit had been a bit of a gesture of goodwill, a hope for trust, to the smuggler. She knew how much of a risk Caron took, and Tate, here tonight as well. They rightfully should be wary of her.
She was grateful that they had chosen to trust in her.
“Greetings, Envoy,” Moira chuckled. “And far too many late nights, in my opinion. It seems the city is teeming with activity, right now- I only wish I had had more time to spare on some of these works.” That the Soleils all deserved more time then what she could give them was said in the rueful smile, the small shake of her head. “But you are very kind, and I thank you. I hope you are enjoying the peace here?” Her eyes crinkled, just a little. “I imagine you have been quite busy as of late.”
The acknowledgement of Eliina’s statements came in the secret smile she gave her, the movement as she turned her head- surely a trick of the light, but it almost appeared as if the Flamen winked at the Envoy.
She’d turned to gaze at a slave who addressed her, and for a moment her face was sorrowful, her ears tilting back as she looked down at the bowing stallion.
“Rise, friend. We are all the same in Ignacio’s eyes,” She said gently. “Azar is always open to you, not just tonight, but always. Might I ask your name?” She asked. She had never seen them before, but that said little- he seemed too well kept to be in the labor force, a thought she had in secret, guilty relief. Besides, if he were, he would have much less opportunity to ever come here. As open as Azar was to him in spirit, it would be a lie to tell him that, if he were a labor slave. If he were, then he might never see this place again.
He might not live to.
She could almost feel Sunny’s anxiety bubbling under her own skin, and she glanced towards the mare, brows drawing together in concern.
“It’s wise to plan ahead, but dwelling on fears will not keep them from coming to pass.” She said quietly. “But it is not cowardly to admit to having fears. Rather it’s quite brave, to admit when you are afraid.” She smiled at the younger mare, soft and sad. “But rest assure, that Azar is safe- you are not just under my protection, but His.” She lifted her head, pointing with her muzzle to one of the windows near them, of Ignacio’s likeness peering down at the party, His eyes glowing and kind.
While looking up towards the window, she took a moment to take note of the equines around her- some new ones had approached, a stunning mare near one of the windows with a wreath of sweet smoke, and a small collection of foals that she was pained to admit had her immediate and full attention.
She turned her head, thinking of calling out to some of the young ones nearby, her attention caught by a gleam of gold. Her ears perked up, surprised for a moment to see the white unicorn entering- she had wondered if she might have other plans- but the sight of the other Flamen made her smile suddenly.
“Flamen Pyre, it is good to see you.” She called, her voice carrying easily despite her soft volume.
(Moira is speaking with Sunny, Caron, and Eliina! She also addresses Gallus and Pyre. She notices basically everyone else around, don't be shy! <3)
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Post by misttheelf on Feb 3, 2021 12:50:50 GMT -6
Caron "Now the Fire and Wind guide me to Freedom."
Post 2 | WC 271 Caron chuckled as Sunny apologized and introduced herself. "You've no need to apologise," They assured her, "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance as well then, Sunny." They spoke with a soft smile, glancing at Moira as she spoke to them, and Caron couldn't help but give her a small smile in return, though they couldn't fully chase away the dark thoughts in the back of their mind - Here they were, dressing up for what was supposed to be a good time, and… they couldn't help but feel like Shiya should have been the one there instead. Idly, they watched the two who joined their little group around Moria - Gallus, a pit slave who's name Caron had heard several times - And Elina, the ambassador to War Forged, who had also been present at the pub, giving both of them a nod as they joined them.
They hummed as they glanced back to Sunny - and Moria as well, the two of them each noting the mares nervousness. After Moira said her piece, they hummed "Indeed…" they mused, looking up at the glass rendering of Ignacio. "The heat of the evening is just a sign that he is with us, after all." They chuckled, remembering what it had felt like when Ignacio had changed them… it had been so oppressively hot, that the current weather seemed downright pleasant.
It was then that Chiya let out a chirp, looking at the shadows that Aerynn had melded into, drawing Caron's attention. "...Aerynn?" They asked with a hum. "I do hope you're not lost again." They gave a chuckle at that, giving the foal a smile.
 Taffy "And the world tastes good, Cause the candy man, thinks it should~"
Post 3 | WC 253 Taffy waited with a soft smile as the laborer beside him took the sugar treat he offered her, especially given her hesitants to take it, and listened when she spoke to answer the question he asked of her.
"So… they aren't rumors… that is frightening." Taffy mused. "But please, call me by name. It's Taffy." He chuckled. "I far prefer being approachable to all, regardless of their standings, then standing above others…" he hummed thinking over what the mare had said. "So that… explains the subject of tonight's gallery." He mused, glancing around the room, his eyes landing on the singular depiction of Marcellus. "...So King Isador is the one who put an end to King Solaris, to the prosperity we were having with her." He stated. "And the Flamen's can confirm that…" he took a breath "...I hope that whatever comes of this, will not have a result similar to the crucible…" he couldn't help the shudder that went through his body, and the sad look that appeared, before he shook his head and looked back to the mare "So you saw a vision of Emin Marcellus in front of a painting of Emin Ingrid? Indeed, that… would be impossible normally. She died before he was born, after all. But… are the kirin armies not resurrected from years long past? Given that… I find it easier to believe it possible, that either she did not die back then, or that she has been revived recently,by some means of a God's miracle."
OOC: Caron spoke to Sunny, Moira and Aerynn, and nodded to Elinia and Gallus!
Taffy is talking to just Delta right now - But he's looking around the room quite frequently
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Post by floatyy on Feb 3, 2021 13:26:24 GMT -6
Sunny beamed at Moira. The compliment was much needed, she realized, and she nodded. "Thank you! And no, it's not too bad." She hummed. The heat was bearable, nothing she couldn't handle. She continued nodding as Moira spoke words of reassurance, following her gaze to the image of Him. The mare recalled how she had felt recieving her blessings, as if she had been enveloped in a warmth she hadn't felt since she was very young. Caron speaking caused her to hum in agreement, and as she dragged her eyes away from the glass portrait, they caught onto a familiar figure that made her light up. Misti was here! She shifted on her hooves, turning her attention to the equines near her. She was at ease now, knowing that she was among friends. Sunny was fully convinced that tonight would but fun, and slowly she came out of her anxious shell, perking up a bit. She greeted the newcomers warmly, but felt a tug at her heart and tossed a quick glance over her shoulder. "Pardon me." She looked at Moira, dipping her head politely before retreating from the growing group of equines around the wonderful mare.
She turned and trotted towards the Flamen that had caught her attention, brimming with excitement. She simply had to tell them all about what she had found in the books. It was mostly just talk of zodiacs but she loved sharing information with others, and something about sharing it with the appaloosa made it feel like it was very important news, despite it potentially already being something they knew. "Hi!" She greeted, keeping herself from prancing in spot with the sudden energy bubbling through her lithe frame. Sunny wasn't usually one to be at a loss for words, but she couldn't think of much to say at the moment; which was odd because she had been certain that she had a whole spiel ready as she had been walking over.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Feb 3, 2021 13:43:59 GMT -6
Aerynn || Eminent || Post Two
The beautiful stained glass threw shards of liquid color on the floor as Aerynn pranced through the partygoers. He wanted to rush over to the labor slave that he'd seen before, but he wasn't sure that it would be appropriate, considering he was already in Caron's bubble. He should at least say hello before zooming off again. And Suzan was sure to miss him eventually. He liked the slave, even though they were technically watching him. It was more like having friends. "No, I'm not lost!" Aerynn asserted, grinning over at Caron brightly. "I'm here with Suzan. They're my nanny...sort of..but I mean...they're older than me, but they're still a kid too, so we have lots of fun," he told the Kirin, seemingly enjoying chattering away at their ear. "But, um, I just wanted to say hi, and thanks again for bringing me back to my dad back then," he stated, his little brush of a tail swishing as he explained his purpose to the horse before him. "I'm gonna go say hi to my other friend, but it was nice to see you!" He said, remembering his manners.
With this, Aerynn disappeared as fast as he'd shown up, making a B-line for Delta. "Hey, you got your bridle off!" Commented the horse as his first words, grinning up at the gray horse in the corner of the room. "That must be nice; it's really good that you're here," he squeaked, the words coming out in a rush all over each other. "I'm glad you came." He was glad she was still alive, too, but that went without saying.
WC: 269
Misti || Palasa Flamen || Post Two
Misti watched with interest as the small foal zoomed up to Sunny and Caron, and then zoomed away. Children; they really were something. They recognized him; they'd treated his parents for fertility to aid in his birth. But they had other matters to attend to besides little ones. Sunny was approaching, looking rather fetching, and Misti couldn't help but break into a smile. They had much enjoyed their talks with Sunny about various books - and sometimes other topics, like their blessings - and was happy to see that she had attended.
"Good evening," called out Misti as Sunny drew close. "It's wonderful that you made it," Misti said, dipping their head respectfully to Sunny, despite the fact that technically they held the higher status. They had avoided wearing candles and ash tonight; this was Moria's night, and they respected the Flamen too much to take away from her attention. "It's really beautiful, the art, isn't it?" Commented Misti, able to make lithe conversation. Their words slipped in and out of the ears of those around them, practiced as they were with the ability to make others feel at ease. It was a skill needed to be a Flamen, Misti thought. Being able to keep a conversation flowing often lead to some great revelations.
WC: 212
Dominosteine || Gentry || Post Two
Dom's blue eyes were wide as they wandered through the room, looking at the beautiful artwork. Their draw practically dropping at the craftsmanship. It was something else, this stuff. Their heart ached at the thought of getting to craft something with their own hooves, or better yet being there to give advice to the new age of artists in Aodh. As they wandered, they found themself coming closer to where Moira stood, addressing those that came before her. Dom glanced over, seeing their brother nearby, and took a rush of confidence from the fact that was there, close by if need be. It felt good to know that their family was there, even if the teenager sometimes found them stifling. But what teenager didn't.
"I...I really like the artwork," practically whispered the horse...to no one in particular. If Moria heard them, that was fine by Dom, but they were too shy to really go right up to a Flamen of all things, not like their brother in this regard at all! Flamens were important, far more important than an apprentice sugar spinner. And they were busy. Especially with all the gorgeously dressed up horses to talk to. Looking at Moira, the other Flamens were recognizable to Dom, even some of the commoners, they felt suddenly very underdressed, and very outclassed.
WC: 220
Misti is talking directly to Sunny. Aerynn has said hello to Caron, and dashed off to bother Delta. Dom is speaking in Moira's direction, but is not actually speaking TO anyone.
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Post by Prismaticlysm on Feb 3, 2021 14:27:53 GMT -6
Suzan Aodh - Servile Slave So many colors.So many things to look at and explore.And so, so many other equines!It was a little bit overwhelming, they felt, and their eyes turned to where Aerynn had been besides them moments ago. They were only partially surprised to see that their charge had disappeared, which immediately sent a pang of anxiety run through their small body. But a quick sweep of chocolate brown eyes was all that was needed to find their Noble companion near a dark kirin [Caron]. Heaving a sigh, the child shook off the insecurities that almost overtook them, and they trotted after the other youth with their head held high; they wouldn't be seen looked scared, not now!As the hippocampus foal neared Aerynn and the kirin [Caron], she heard the dark stallion inquire about their charge being lost. They bristled a bit; of course they weren't! And they were very much pleased when Aerynn voiced as much, even bringing up their name! They practically beamed, flicking their curly tail as they finally covered the rest of the distance, only for Aerynn to dart off again!"Hey wait for me!" Suzan called out to Aerynn as he left them behind again. They looked up to Caron, smiling sheepishly, "I'm Suzan! Nice to meet you! Gotta go!" The child offered the kirin a haphazard bow, before pale hooves took off after Aerynn again; it was like a little game. At least their charge seemed to be having fun. They'd have to take it in stride. After all, that was how things always seemed to work for them, they were pretty much used to it by now. The dark-fined hippocampus trotted behind Aerynn as he neared a dapple gray mare [Delta], and Suzan heard him mention a bridle. Ah! So this big mare was a slave too hm?Finally, the youth caught up with Aerynn and planted themselves next to him. "Wait for me next time, Aerynn!" Suzan chided him gently, then looked up to the big mare. Wow, she was even bigger up close! Suzan knew better than to stare, so they bowed their head to the other slave in greeting."Nice to meet you, I'm Suzan! I'm taking care of Young Master Aerynn this evening!" They grinned, clearly proud of themselves. |
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MENTIONS: Aerynn, Caron, Delta
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Post by reyarpg on Feb 3, 2021 14:36:29 GMT -6
Gallus Aodh | Pit Slave
mentions; melisande : talks to: moira, keres The Flamen's words shocked Gallus; they were far too kind, far too warm, for a simple slave like himself. While he did manage to catch a glimpse of Keres in the crowd just after he came in, Gallus could not safely say that he was a friend to many. The brief words of being the same in Ignacio's eyes did warm his heart, and the stallion rose, his bones once again creaking and popping. But, rest assured he was fine.
Just a little tired.
"I don't have words to say how honored, and humbled, I am at your words. My name is Gallus, your Holiness." He was not used to speaking to many horses as his equal, nor was he used to speaking while maintaining any form of eye contact. His eyes nervously darted around the room, looking at her hooves, looking at the art, glancing at his friend Keres, eyes lingering on the form of the pretty mare [ Melisande].
He was a little nervous.
Fortunately, other horses were coming up to approach and greet Moira, which gave him the perfect opportunity to politely, briefly, step away from the conversation. He approached the young sabino horse admiring the paintings in Azar, and he gave a slight nicker in greeting.
"Greetings, my friend Keres. I am pleased to see you here night." His words were kind, his tone gentle. "The paintings are truly magnificent, here."
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Post by Silverfallingstar on Feb 3, 2021 15:52:56 GMT -6
Shay|Aodh|Gentry
Shay and Eleanore had left the Soleil villa about an hour in advance of going to the sanctum, he wanted to have plenty of time to meet up with the others and to have time to spare if someone was a little behind. He was dressed in more finery than what usually befitted him, but he wanted to dress up for the occasion. (Also Eleanore had insisted and he wasn't about to say no to her.) He was wearing his red and gold gilded bridle tonight, together with matching bracelets, tail cuffs with connecting fabric, and his shoulder cape. The red and orange ombre cloth of the shoulder cape was held together by a disk shaped gold clasp with a dragons head engraved into it. He'd even sat still long enough to let Eleanore put on some gold scale pattern makeup on his cheeks and some dark orange eye shadow. The bridle and his glasses covered a lot of it up but it was there and he liked it well enough. Despite the lamplight already lighting the way in some places, Shay had summoned a ball of his light manipulation to float just ahead of them to cast more light. He'd only been blessed for a couple of weeks, and he already was enjoying taking any opportunity to use it, and sunset was the perfect excuse.
After meeting up with Tate at his library in the commoners district he guided them towards the merchant district, at a surprisingly fast pace given the still heat of the night making exercise an unpleasant affair. It wasn't on purpose, he was just excited to see the art show and didn't want to keep Asalah and Airita waiting long. Soon enough, the entire group had assembled out in front of Casino Ragnarok and very happily shay trotted towards the artisan district and Azar sanctum, the others in tow. Shay couldn't remember the last time he'd actually visited the inside of Azar sanctum, though he remembered it's reputation for beauty. As the group reached the doors, he turned his head to grin excitedly at the others. When he stepped inside, the display elicited several oohs from the young gentry, enraptured by the initial image the interior showed him. He stepped far enough inside to let the others file in. "Wow.... It's beautiful in here." he said, looking at Eleanore with a big smile. He soon spotted that not all the slaves present here had bridles on, he took a step closer to her. "Here, Eleanore, you shouldn't be held back from enjoying yourself." Gently bright pink teke surrounded the clasps on the slave bridle and removed it, being careful not to get it tangled in her mane or mess up any makeup she'd applied to her own face before leaving the villa. "Don't worry, others here had theirs taken off too, nobody's going to get in trouble." With that he inclined his head towards the artworks and eagerly trotted over to check them out. He recognized some of the equine here, mostly because of those who revealed themselves at the clandestine meeting in the goldhead, but he recognized the nobles and flamen also from their positions. He smiled in Moira's direction, but didn't go over since she clearly had plenty of other horses to deal with at the moment. A few other horses here were his age, but he was always a little nervous about talking to those closer to him in age. He wondered how the others from the goldhead meeting had been over the past weeks. He himself had been disseminating what he'd learned, with names of those who'd attended omitted of course, to others when possible. The whole herd deserved to know the truth. He approached some of the stained glass pieces, entranced by how they reflected the light of the sanctums interior. The fact that the current king was missing from the images not lost on him as he looked at the visages of his cousins, aunt, and other ancestors. They all looked so dynamic, and his heart ached for what once was. He paused for an noticeable moment before one of the pieces of Marcellus, and his brow furrowed in contemplation. She was alive, but where? Post 1|WC: 706
Shay is interacting with Eleanore, post mentions Airita, Asalah, Tate, and Moira directly.
 Moonrise would have been with the sisters and heading to Azar as a group, but today had been surprisingly busy with orders coming in, so she had to decline, but she promised she'd meet up with them later. Now with the sun setting, her and Mickaiah had finished the daily clean up of the forge and after getting ready, the pair set off.
The artisan was no stranger to art shows for sure, and it was one of the rare occasions where she indulged in the typical fashion sense her herd prided so much. Her favorite gilded bridle hand crafted by Asalah rested across her face, her trademark orange scarf had been freshly cleaned and pressed and snaked around her neck and forelegs. She'd strapped her incandescent steel sword to her hip before leaving, not because she expected trouble, but because it had been one of her best decorative pieces, the hilt and scabbard were etched with intricate designs depicting dragons and fire, and the hilt itself was tined like Ignacio's antlers. She'd also picked out her fanciest set of bags, the dark leather had been tooled in a filigree style, its gold clasps burnished to a shine.
Moonrise was no stranger to the inside of Azar's walls. She had been coming to the sanctum since she was a filly, the atmosphere there was a comforting and familiar one, and felt like a second home. She'd brought Mickaiah along when he'd wanted during her visits to listen to sermons. She'd even donated a few pieces to the show tonight, an incandescent steel dagger with a hilt and pommel covered in sun motifs, and a breastplate she'd begun crafting during Amadeus's reign that was supposed to be a gift to the late king, but hadn't had time to finish before his murder. After that, the piece had changed course to be a memorial piece, and she'd spent a couple months painstakingly recreating Amadeus's visage across the front of the metal, wreathed in fire and bordered on either side by the wings of a dragon. She had lined the edges of the kings bust with gold, and set bright shining sapphires where the kings eyes would go. The king hadn't had the best or longest reign sure, but she felt it fitting tribute instead of just scrapping the whole piece.
As the pair entered the sanctum and out of the oppressive heat of the outside, Moonrise visibly relaxed, turning towards Mickaiah. "Feel free to go around and enjoy yourself, I'm sure the food over at that table is delightful." She quickly spotted Airita and Asalah and she smiled wide, she was glad to see her friends were here already. The black mare's eyes caught the sight of other slaves, without their bridles on. She turned back to her bitted friend. "Do you want your bridle off for the event Mickaiah? Seems like the trend tonight." She wouldn't take it off his face unless he wanted it, so she waited for his okay. She hoped that one day she'd not have to ask that question anymore, and he could wander around without that unpleasant piece of metal in his mouth. She saw Moira entertaining some guests, she'd go say hello in a bit, for now she wanted to catch up with her friends.
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ooc: Moonrise is interacting directly with Mickaiah, indirectly with Airita and Asalah. Post mentions Moira, Airita, Asalah directly.
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