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You've left your notes in class today. [ Did she left them or did he pocket them is a good question ] I'm holding them hostage. I will return them in exchange for one question answered.

I will be waiting for your decision until tomorrow's mid-day break.

bad news

his highness wakes at dawn even when very sick

worse news he is loud enough that i am also now awake

[ Zelda will find a small package with a necklace inside of it. It features a cameo pendant with a metal bird skull mounted on it.

An unsigned note accompanies it that simply reads:

"You were in the way. It wasn't personal." ]

Edited 2019-08-02 19:16 (UTC)

[ With celebration taking most of the Aguril beginning, it kind of made it harder to sneak back on time into the Coven lessons again. Someone took longer vacations for most of classes (he couldn't access his magic fully with the limiters anyway so)

That someone required one day at Evocation to notice that one (1x) Princess is not having home-made lunch. One day is an accident, two days are a coincidence, three... three are a pattern

So on the 8th of Aguril he approaches one (1x) Princess holding two [(1), (2)] lunch boxes. ]

Hey, it's been a while. I got something for you. [ Caster says as it's just the most obvious thing in the world and puts the boxes on Zelda's table. One of the boxes contain more meat and is generally simpler, the other one has handcrafted stuff like those local, carrot-like vegetables cut into freaking flowers, complete with edible flowers.

There is no kill like overkill when it comes to Archer cooking. All that he had to say was "Hey, could you make a lunch for that girl in my class too" and that's what he gets. ]

[She'll likely have felt it, whether or not she was conscious at the time: alarm first, fear (of missing something? of being wrong? of doing something incorrectly? all of the above?), excitement and concern and a fierce protectiveness tumbling one after the other until they all land in a pile of exhausted relief. It's a strange shift from the penetrating loneliness of previous days, especially the last couple of weeks, that the contrast is surely startling.]

[The message he sends, in contrast, is startlingly (disingenuously) calm.]

good morning. sorry about the early hour. this isn't time-sensitive, but when you have a moment, could i speak to you?

[Nailed it.]

[Was Zelda, by any chance planning to completly ignore the masquerade and remain in her room, possibly practicing her magic during that time? Not on Marie's watch. Zelda will not be doing any studying today, the tiny Queen of France will make sure of that!

So there she was, dressed in an extravagant and heavily decorated red dress, knocking on the other woman's door. She was holding a package for the other queen which she initially was just going to leave at Zelda's doorstep, but it would be better to stay and make sure everythin goes according to plan. Just in case]

Are you in there? I know you are! It's time to get ready for the masquerade!

My, it sounds as though you fought a fearsome foe, indeed. [Her raised brows emphasize her surprise as Edelgard describes the goal of her war.] I can hardly fathom an enemy that utilizes faith as a weapon...

[The Goddesses are so removed from Hyrule, and yet their machinations are so evident, that the idea is one she has a hard time wrapping her head around. But it is a rather heavy topic, even if it seems Edelgard's story has a happy ending, and so Zelda shifts the conversation in a direction that will hopefully match the tone of this night of festivity a little better.]

Well, it is good to hear you have allies you trust to act in your absence. [Especially since she... doesn't.] Could I ask you to tell me more of your Fodlan, and the future you wish to see for it?

[Ozymandias' gift for Zelda comes wrapped in blue and gold, identifying the sender quite easily despite that said wrapping seems to demonstrate a greater restraint when it comes to grandeur when compared to...well, almost everything Ozymandias does. As one might expect from him, however, he bucks the tradition of a handmade, crafted gift and instead, he's purchased for Zelda a coat fitted perfectly to her. It is not quite warm enough for the current weather, but it will no doubt prove useful as the snow ends and the temperature begins its slow ascent in the spring.]

[The coat, he thinks, is a fair compromise as far as tastes are concerned. He knows Zelda wouldn't likely accept something more aligned to his preferences when it comes to fashion, but he also cannot quite bring himself to gift her something that is a plain black or white. Hence why it's a solid color without any particular embellishments but not too drab.]

[ Caster's gift in the box he presents is a filigree ear cuff, carefully modeled to fit the unusual ear shape that Zelda possess. The stones that dots it are not crystals but polished colorful small pieces of agate, incredibly rare thing in Aefenglom— that's a stone that assists with seeing things for what and where they truly are as Cú will explain.

They're not magically enchanted, instead, their own natural property is to be highly helpful in divination, even to the point of being used as a conduit

(And yes, the Wilder pendant they accidentally used back when in Dorchacht to track the enchantment... that was made of agate). ]

[Inside her room Zelda shall find a flower pot decorated with green fabric and bow of blue ribbon. It has white lilies growing inside. Next to it, she would find a plate of cookies Marie made by herself and a selection of hairbands Marie picked at the market to help Zelda with distractions during her study time]

[ Scathach is giving Zelda two things!

The first is a handmade perfume, derived from oil essences. The primary scents are ash, cloves, and pine. The scents of 'darkness' that they both associate the other with.

The second is a leather charm, made into woven knots, depicting three Triquetra arranged in the same pattern as the Triforce. She hasn't asked why that symbol she's seen around Zelda is sacred, but her intuition knows that is, and she's unified it with a symbol considered sacred to her own people. The charm has its own scent from the oils used to process it; namely of scotch and sea salt. ]

[ She considers how to write this for a good few minutes. There may be people she has dropped formalities with, but someone familiar with Hyrule is a little more difficult to do that for. ]

Princess Zelda,
I would like to see you this evening if possible. I recently asked a person to be my first bond, and would like to ask questions about the formalities from your perspective. The knowledge I can accrue from books can only go so far in this particular area.

Additionally, I have preference for meeting you at either of our homes. I would be happy to host you at my cabin if you would like.

HRH Princess Zelda of Hyrule

Lady Zelda,

A mutual acquaintance of ours suggested I contact you regarding a potential room. I am currently searching for a place to live beyond the barracks.

I look forward to your response.

-Saber

Hey.

You're Zelda, right?

[The circus . . . is pretty silly. Giorno doesn't say it, though, not unless Zelda says it first. There's something to be said for preserving the — well, the mystique. Even if it's silly mystique, even if it's juvenile and inconsequential, even if the whole thing is a scam overlaid by bright colors and flashing lights so thinly that one can still see its bones, it doesn't really matter. It's all right not to pick everything apart to the bone.]

[Although he likely wouldn't be thinking that way if he were here with someone other than Zelda. He's aware more keenly with her than with anyone else how strictly she holds herself apart from simple joys, as minor as sweets or as major as companionship. Some of his insight is due to the Bond. Some of it is just because he's looking in a mirror when he looks at her in the right light. Self-denial is easy to see in someone else once you've done it to yourself for long enough.]

[So he won't question the circus. He wants her to enjoy it. He'd like to see her smile a little, maybe. And he doesn't slide his hand into hers as the Sisters begin to darken, but the thought is a loud one.]

[Instead:]

I'm glad this happened after dark. So I could come with you. [Soft and thoughtful, as the show comes to a close. They're lingering on the edge of the crowd, although they've certainly paused too long to pretend they weren't watching. There's still some somersaulting happening, it seems.] Otherwise they might have gotten you up on stage and sawed you in half.

[Oh my God, Giorno.]

text; 7/20 (or so?)

Sometime In July, the crack of dawn

Action (sort of) early August

Aguril 8

text. 10/1 at . . . like 6 am. whoops.

action, 11/8

masque overflow; edelgard

modranicht gift!

modranicht gift

modranicht gift

backdated modranicht gift!

2/29

text; 3/5ish

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juril 5, lunar eclipse