REINCARNATED AS A NATIVE

[fairyfoes]

YOU WERE BORN A NATIVE

You were born in the wilds, or the unmapped hamlets; or perhaps one of the grand cities of ALLAIDH DARACH. But you were never the master of your own destiny; and your world has been marred by war almost since its first turns. OPTIONAL SCENARIOS 01. DAILY LIFE. Did you pledge yourself to a court? Are you a guard or a soldier? Or perhaps your a simple tradesman hoping the breadth of the war never touches you and yours. You were an adult young, remember, by 13 or 14: do you have a family? Are you afraid of the Void, or relieved by it? What is your life like, or your relation to the courts? 02. BATTLE. Perhaps some court armies are ransacking your home, and all you can do is flee the blades and the fires. Or perhaps you've been conscripted and been given rough armour and arms, and told to charge the strangers on the opposite side. What god to you pray to, hoping for protection against fearsome shardbearer magic and might? Do you survive? 03. THE FEASTS. Perhaps you've been travelling and been offered sanctuary at the castles; or are there on some important business. Whatever the reason, you're at one of the castles for one of the legendary feasts of welcome for far-worlder shardbearers, and get to eat and drink your fill as they take it all in. 03. WILDCARD. Your own scenario!

Comments

[gordianknots]

A mix of increased court tensions and leadership turmoil, as I understand it.

[Waver pauses, making eye contact with the bar tender and flashing two fingers - a request for two beers.]

[erythristic]

Figures. They can never keep it to their own castles, can they?

[gordianknots]

Never. I swear, I'm about to head to Briste just to avoid all of them.

[erythristic]

You're too young for Briste. Wait another twenty years so they welcome you with open arms.

[gordianknots]

Lady Grell, how old do you think I am?

[erythristic]

"Lady" is being too kind to me. And I have a suspicion that whatever I say, you'll shock me with the real answer.

[gordianknots]

Well, what form of address would you prefer?

[Waver pauses before responding with the next statement, as two great, frothing pins are placed down on the table. There's a quick thank you said to the waitress, before Waver's attention returns to Grell.]</small I'm thirty eight.

[erythristic]

Just Grell. I suppose I could suffer "lady" if you insist.

[there's a quick smile flashed to the woman who brings them their drinks, which melts into surprise to hear that from him.]

You don't look thirty eight at all.

[gordianknots]

Grell it is and-- [Waver laughs, pausing to sip his drink.] You are far too kind to say so.

[erythristic]

Only telling the truth! Perhaps it's your hair's fault, it is rather beautiful.

[gordianknots]

I try to keep it in good condition. However, yours puts me to shame.

[erythristic]

[that earns a grin from her as she takes a drink of the beer. if there's one thing in her appearance she prides herself on, it's her hair.]

It's one of the very few things that fortune has blessed me with. But I don't mean to boast.

[gordianknots]

One of? [Waver tilts his head at that.]

Without crossing a line I hope, you're a very attractive person.

[erythristic]

You flatter me, Waver, when the striking one here is you.

[ever so casually, she winks at him.]

[gordianknots]

--Oh, that's way too kind.

[And time to bury his head in his drink. No one needs to see how bright red he is.]

[erythristic]

[if she could laugh, she would.]

Striking and adorable. What a combination.

[gordianknots]

Lady Grell, I think you're overdoing the compliments!

[erythristic]

Am I? Or are you simply out of practice in having them returned in kind?

[gordianknots]

Eh, perhaps some of A and some of B.

[erythristic]

If it'd make you feel better, I could play at being a blushing maiden who tells you that such compliments are not for her, my lord, surely you must be mistaken in your kindness.

But I gather that's not exactly your type.

[the smile on her face isn't fading, even as she shakes her head slightly and leans back to drink more, free to shrug her shoulders at the idea.]

[gordianknots]

Honestly, I don't think that look would suit you anyway. [Waver pauses, trying to imagine it, then shakes his head no.] Definitely ill suited, regardless of what type I may or may not have.