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Can't say I love what they've done with the place. - sszefryn. :D

The comment brought the tiny sorceress pause, unsure if she had heard him correctly. She turned just enough to cast a wayward glance at him.

"The... You are talking about this temple? This ruined temple, that we were aware was, as the name suggests, in ruin?" She allowed the very obvious jab to settle before continuing.

"Well, if we happen upon any living residents, we will be sure to voice our disdain for their choice of decor." She said sarcastically, turning back to the path.

The place could be riddled with traps, bandits, beasts- and he chooses to comment on the decor? Foolish... Even so, as she pushed forward, Arya couldn't help but break the tiniest smile. Perhaps it was a little funny.

{ @starlyht }

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Arya chirped in surprise as she was lifted by the scruff like a meager kitten, dusting herself off when back on her feet. She shot Vorel a half-hearted glare, her nose scrunching.

"You are aware that I am the Chosen of Mystra, are you not? I will not be bested by a little....-" she trailed off, looking down at the seemingly endless distance they had left.

"-or... not so little- hike. Though, remind me; why can I not simply teleport us where we are meant to go?" She asked, feeling her feet already starting to blister.

@3ver3mber is not enjoying the hike.

Of course most of the obstacles in the genasi's way were rather easily stepped or climbed over by the dragonborn. At one point she easily vaulted over something, while Arya scrambled and struggled. Vorel sighed, reaching over to assist Arya by grabbing the back of her coat and lifting her the rest of the way.

"I might as well just carry you on my back to save us some time." she teased with a chuckle, "I'm almost worried about turning my back on you, lest some wild cat or large bird snatch you up."

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{ from @ceruleanscarred } "Not one for roughing it, I see."

Arya paused midstride, one of her heavy boots thumping onto the ground. She turned her head to look up at the large blue dragonborn she was walking with, narrowing her eyes against the sun.

"That must be your 'keen eye' I've heard so much about..." She grumbled sarcastically in response before turning back to face the path- if it could be classified as such. In actuality, it was more so a survivalist trek into some alien jungle that desperately hated visitors- at least, that's how Arya saw it.

"I would dare say that calling this 'roughing it'-" she continued, pausing to quote Vorel with her fingers.

"-is a bit of an understatement." She concluded, huffing a pouty sigh as she awkwardly scrambled over a fallen tree trunk.

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BALDURS GATE 3 PARTY BANTER PROMPTS LIST.

all of the following prompts are taken from party banter between the companions in larian studios' baldurs gate 3 (2023). there should be no spoilers! also, a disproportionate amount of these are from astarion and karlach. i'm not sorry.

I am enjoying our walks together, aren't you, [ name ]?

You'll be as depraved as the rest of us in no time.

Friend of yours?

Were you always so sneaky?

If there's hope for me there's hope for anyone.

How are we not there yet? My feet are killing me.

This is what I get for trying to strike up conversation.

We're not going to have trouble, are we?

If we continue this way, we may get too close for comfort.

Don't get too comfortable. We shouldn't overstay our welcome in such a place.

Do you have pet names for each other yet?

[ name ]! Was that a joke?

You know what - that is not the easiest of questions for me to answer.

Given your own nature, are you really the one to judge?

You can read?!

I'm surprised - I expected you to turn your back once you got what you wanted.

I wouldn't know a flirtation if you whacked me alongside the head with it.

Why stay somewhere safe and comfortable when we could be in mortal peril?

Can't say I love what they've done with the place.

I'm learning to enjoy the taste of chaos. Count me in.

At least you didn't tell me to 'be myself'.

You have so much to learn. Repeat after me: honey muffin, sweetie pie, sugarplum.

Nice to be in a crowd of normal people for once.

So [ name ], how is your sad, hopeless pining going?

You seemed a million miles away just then.

I fear I've been rather hasty to judge you, [ name ].

Ready to enter the belly of the beast?

Step one of starting a conversation: think before you speak.

I hear your relationship has taken on a new aspect recently…

All right, just keep it down. We're conspicuous enough without your hyena call.

Not one for roughing it, I see.

Why not have a little fun?

You're right, of course. Forgive me.

My money's on you, [ name ].

The echoes - listen! They're coming from three directions!

Want me to carry you?

Feeling at home?

Treat them right, or you'll have me to answer to.

Oh, darling, would you?

No doubt they found me too intimidating.

A girl could get used to this.

Now I don't know what to believe.

Well - yes, it was a joke.

I know that, too. It just wasn't funny.

And here I thought I rubbed you the wrong way.

Man, it's good to be home. First round on who?

Oh, I wouldn't actually leave. After all, where would you be without me?

You've quite the knack for finding the bright side of things, haven't you?

Well what would impress you, then?

Let's just stop this conversation right here, shall we?

Must've been an awful day for the people who lived here

You've clearly thought this through a great deal. I'm impressed and appalled in equal measure.

Sure, but think of the stories you'll be able to tell.

I never was scared of the shadows.

I know you're not really as heartless as all that.

I judged you wrongly. I'm sorry.

Are you charging for this sage advice, or is sticking your nose into my business just a hobby?

Pragmatism, thy name is [ name ].

That's ironic, coming from you.

We're either very clever or very lucky.

You do not need luck to survive, [ name ]. Not when you have me.

That will make getting word to my mother rather tricky.

Stop gawking at the decor. This place is dangerous.

I can't tell if you're joking.

So, what's it like caring for someone other than yourself, [ name ]?

You think I'm beautiful?

I feel it too. Here if you need a pick-me-up.

Yet another thing we have in common. We're two peas in a pod.

Is it so unbelievable that they would simply like me?

Use your words.

You gonna catch me if I eat a brick?

[ name ], I've heard you talking in your sleep.

Let's never speak of this again.

You can take a day off once in a while, [ name ]

Hey! Something bit me.

Cheer up. It might be all downhill from here.

I love a nice secret hideaway, don't you?

Think the bar is open?

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A skeptical scowl passed Arya's face, the expression quickly becoming familiar to the Tiefling across from her. She played along, however, taking a deep breath and rolling her shoulders once.

"Alright, then..." She huffed, gingerly moving her left hand toward the cards. It was odd to her, extending faith toward something she would have normally deemed so... Well, silly.

"Ehm... This one...?" She spoke unsuredly, tapping a card adjacent to the center of the arch. She slid it out of the pile and selected the next.

"This one... and.." she reached for the last card, but as it slid toward her, she paused. She had a strange feeling pass over her, one that prompted her to turn the card upside down. With the three selected, she sat back, looking up to Age'ian.

"So...?" She asked, clearly out of her element and with no idea how a card reading worked.

"Am I meant to do anything more?"

He was used to being being unsure or even suspicious of his business, but they always left knowing better. He shuffled the cards for just another moment before rolling his shoulders.

"Quite simple, really." he waves his hand and the same unseen force moved the tea tray away to make some space on the table. It even flattened out the lavender cloth between them before Age fanned out the cards in an almost perfect semi-circle. They were all face down, the tiefling's pale eyes flicking to meet hers.

"You pick three cards from anywhere and place them before you in any order. Feel free to rotate them if you feel the need, but don't turn them over. This is about your fate, not mine. So your decisions matter. But don't overthink, dear Magician, pick the ones that call."

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{Age and Arya sometimes get the Mission Munchies- leave them alone about it 😤 @fortune-feather }

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Arya did as instructed, breathing in deeply, and then out. She swallowed hard before picking up her tea cup, holding it gently between both her palms, like one might with a baby bird. His words elicited a strange sense of guilt in her core- should she reveal more...?

"I know why I am here. Well... it is more so that-" Arya hesitated, glancing back up to Age'ian as he asked his question. She couldn't help the scoffed chuckle that escaped her mouth at the notion, her head shaking side to side.

"No, I cannot say that I have." She answered honestly, perhaps a bit too honest, her tone suggesting she would never have considered such a thing. She quickly realized how rude she sounded though, clearing her throat.

"What do I need to do?" She asked, doing her best to take it seriously, even if she still had her doubts.

"Easy now, take a breath." he insists, pulling the card closer, "It means you're important to... something. I don't know what yet but each of my cards shows someone different, someone I haven't met. They must all be important in some way otherwise they wouldn't be on the cards." Sounded like a lot of speculation...

She may have been a chosen of Mystra, but Age'ian was chosen as well. Though, by someone... different. The raven on his shoulder ruffles her feathers a little.

"Fate brought you here, so... perhaps we should ask fate why you're here." he takes the Magician card back and puts it in the deck before starting to shuffle it, the cads moving between his fingers with enchanting grace. "Ever had your cards read before?"

There was an air of ethereal mystery about him, a knowing look in those pale eyes of his, and the calmness of his smile. Perhaps things would be alright after all.

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A million thoughts raced through Arya's mind about what could be on the card she was about to be shown, and not a single one of them prepared her for the shock of seeing herself. Even more striking was the portrait of her brother, his visage one that even she herself had not seen in far too long. Her heart ached with panic, sinking to her stomach as she outstretched a shaky hand to retrieve the card.

She could easily explain her own image upon the card by crediting it all to illusion magics, after all, Age'ian could see her sitting right across from him. It would be all too simple to project what he saw onto a receptive magical surface. What she could not explain, however, was her brother Alger. He had been the warden of a prison island for several years, and she had not seen him even longer. Somehow, the card knew his face better than his own twin did.

"What... What manner of trickery is this?!" Arya barely managed to squeak out, dropping the card on the table as if it was diseased. She looked back up to Age'ian, the ecstatic glint in his eyes making her all the more on edge. Her academic and skeptical mind still foolishly clung to the idea that this was all some elaborate ruse, a well-practiced parlor trick. Certainly, as a gifted student of the arcane arts, as Mystra's Chosen, she would know better than to believe in illusions- even those that were especially well performed such as this. However, she could not negate the inconsistencies in her logic, the glaring facts pictured on a card before her- But how?

"I do not...? How could you possibly...? What is happening here??"

It was true, the tiefling hadn't been able to see her properly until that very moment. And it was so strange to see her in the flesh like this. He'd seen her face on his card for months, never knowing.

A smile pulled at his lips, one that slightly showed his pointed teeth, his blank eyes almost sparkling with... excitement?

"Oh this is delightful!" he says, holding the card out a bit as he takes another look between it and Claye, "Truly out paths intertwined for a reason. Simply fascinating." Before he could continue to ramble nonsense, his raven gently tugs his ear with her beak.

"Oh, right! Do forgive me, this has never happened before." And he places the card on the table between them. Etched into the shimmering material of the card... was her! And not just her, but her brother as well! Though, he was upside-down on the card, meaning he was currently facing her until Age'ian turned the card around again, making it easier to read the two words printed on the card. The Magician.

"You see, I am very... well versed in the threads of fate. I don't manipulate them though, I weave and spin them in ways that don't strain or fray them. And it seems those same threads have brought you to me for... whatever reason you haven't quite explained yet."

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At Age'ian's comment regarding his lack of notice of her steed, Arya raises a brow, glancing back at the distinctly visible griffin. How on Toril did he miss that...? In any case, the conversation was moving past the brief curiosity, specifically turning against her clear attempt to sidestep her intentions.

"It... it is not so simple a request.." is all she could reply with, sounding fully sincere. It was, in fact, a very difficult conversation to navigate, especially with a near perfect stranger. She eyed the tea tray as it was sat upon the tabletop, watching as Age'ian took a seat and poured himself a cup. She followed suit, sitting across from him. She did hesitate to watch him sip from his cup before making one of her own, ensuring there was no attempt at slipping something into her drink.

Arya had just stirred her sugar cubes into her tea when the raven fetched the rattling deck of cards, catching her attention. She watched with skeptical interest as Age'ian opened the box, being sure to tune into whatever magics were about to be used.

However, as the card was pulled and the Tiefling looked between her and it, she felt... vulnerable. She realized in that moment that Age'ian was actually seeing her for the first time since their meeting, his pale eyes mirroring the movements of his familiar's head. Arya's eyes widened, piecing together a fact that should have been obvious at first glance - this man was blind. Even so, his reaction was of much more interest to her, her brow furrowing and her body pulling back with a defensive and instinctual-

"What??"

His ears perk, turning his face towards the sound at the door, "Ah, I didn't realize you had a companion." She still hadn't said what Icarus was, but from the sounds, Age'ian assumed a bird of some kind. A large bird...

Era cawed again, hoping to translate the idea that Icarus was far too big to be in the tent and should stay outside. Keeping his head poked in was fine, but that was the most he was welcomed to do.

He still caught that title she had started to say, storing away that odd little hint for another time. "Claye and Icarus, a pleasure to be acquainted." he says as he prepares the tea. It was something he'd done so often that he didn't need any kind of help or guidance doing so. After a bit he brings the tray to the small table in the space, setting it down before taking a seat, assuming his guest had done the same across from him.

"Hmm, you sound as though you're dancing around some details. I won't pry, but I'm sure I could be more helpful if you were more direct." he says, stirring his tea before taking a sip and letting it warm and wake him. But as he drank, there came a shuffle from one of the shelves. he hadn't put his cards on his belt yet, and now they jostled on their resting place, making his ears perk.

Era was quick to swoop down and snatch them up, bringing them to him, "Hmm, that's curious.." he mutters, opening the small holder and pulling a card, the bond between himself and his familiar forged quickly. Pale eyes flicked between the card and the figure just across from him, since her image was upon the card he now held.

"...Oh. Well. This just got very interesting indeed."

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" 'Fortune teller'??" Arya's clearly dubious repetition of his words flew from her mouth with haste. She was lucky when the conversation was interrupted by the tug of the Tiefling's sleeve, allowing her to keep her many rising concerns and judgements to herself. She swallowed hard, as if physically forcing words back down her throat. She simply nodded when invited inside, cautiously surveying her new surrounds. Very quickly she noted the deceiving nature of the outside of the tent versus its true space, feeling her expression twist into a suspicious frown.

'Illusion magic, undoubtedly... Ch- a 'fortune teller'... An arcane dropout and charlatan, more aptly...' Arya thought to herself, her eyes scanning the decor and furniture. Certainly not somewhere she would have found herself only a fortnight ago - but the books were a nice touch, at least. Her gaze was drawn to the Tiefling once more as he properly introduced himself, garnering a polite nod of acknowledgment from Arya.

"A pleasure. I am Dame-..." She was stopped short by her own mental correction, the thought causing a pang of unease to churn in the pit of her stomach. She had deserted her post - she was a knight no longer. She cleared her throat, restating her introduction properly.

"You may simply call me Claye, that will suffice." She then turned her body slightly toward the tents entrance, gesturing to the large griffin head that had intruded when it had heard his rider's voice.

"And this is Icarus, for whom I must apologize in advance for. He tends to be a bit... Over-curious at times." She nearly sighed, knowing that no amount of scolding would ward off the happily trilling beast. She had much more important matters on her mind, any how.

"You previously asked if something had sent me to you- the answer is yes. It was... unclear at best, and did not entail how exactly you were to aid me, but... I found you. The next steps are much less... ehm... certain...?" It was clear that the sorceress was attempting to word her statement in a manner avoiding the entire truth, but she had never been a convincing liar...

He gives a few surprised blinks at her words, though he wasn't angry like she had anticipated. If anything, this made the situation much more interesting. She wasn't certain what she needed? This could be something special indeed.

"Well, I'm a fortune teller by trade. I give people insight on the paths of fate laid before them, giving special instruction to avoid any obstacles or disasters that could be in their way. Has something told you to come to me?"

Before she could properly answer, the edge of the tiefling's sleeve is tugged by an invisible force. His kettle was boiling.

"Why don't you come inside and we'll talk. I made some tea to help wake me a bit more, might get me to be less grouchy." he says with a chuckle before ducking back in the tent. But he pins the front open so she can see inside, which was far larger than the outside of the tent would have lead her to believe. Seemed he had quite the living space inside!

"My name is Age'ian, by the way. And my familiar here is Era." The raven takes wing from his shoulder and perches overhead on the top of a large bookshelf, which is absolutely filled to the brim with old tomes and various knick-knacks. She gives a soft caw as she's introduced, bowing her head politely. Seems he hadn't taken notice of the griffin outside, since it hadn't been making much noise.

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The curt and rather obvious frustration aimed her way prompted Arya to shift with muted discomfort. Perhaps she should have chosen her phrasing differently... She blinked the thought away, straightening her posture once more - a verbal misstep was no excuse to carry herself in a manner unbecoming of a lady.

"Of course..." she excused him, glancing back to her steed as the tiefling vanished into his tent. However, where she expected to see Icarus obediently awaiting her next command, she found his landing spot empty - save for a few scorched paw and bird footprints in the dirt. With her head on a swivel, Arya scanned for her griffin, though it didn't take long. His shuffling and curious trills gave his position away, his entire head slipped under the side of the tent.

"Icarus!" Arya scolded, stomping her foot and snapping her gloved fingers, pointing toward the ground next to her in a nonverbal order.

"You come here right now! That is horrifically rude!" She hissed. Icarus obeyed quickly, lifting his head to look at her with an inquisitive tilt and a chittering of his beak. He galloped back to her side, nudging his head up against her just as the tiefling returned. His words brought the sting back to her cheeks and the tips of her slightly pointed ears, the flames of her hair flickering with a slightly more pink hue.

"Ehm... Quite presentable - that is a lovely robe. I presume you are a mage of some sort?" The question was more rhetorical, an attempt to make out in her own mind how exactly this tiefling was meant to help her.

"I-" She began to answer his question but hesitated. She was sure he was going to be very displeased with her answer.

"I am not entirely certain... What is it you... you know... do?" She asked, her face scrunching into a grimace at the sound of the question.

Had she always come off so rude??

His perked ears flattened slightly at her comment about his sleepwear. He was also usually quite good about keeping his expression calm and even, but it was early, and he hadn't had his tea yet. So he couldn't stop his face from souring slightly, his nose wrinkling.

"Well excuse me for not anticipating a guest at seven in the morning." he says with a flick of his tail before she was quick to apologized.

He took a deep breath, sighing it out, "It's fine, I'll be just a moment." And he steps back inside, the tarp closing behind him as he got into his usual attire. He also had his Unseen Servant start some tea. It wasn't long before he was stepping out again, his hair fixed up and glasses on, his outfit now a rather lovely wizard's robe.

"There, if I'm a but more presentable now--" he wasn't about to let her live that down, "May I know how I can be of assistance now, then?"

He couldn't let himself be too irritated though, this stranger had obviously searched him out for some reason. Not to mention there was something... familiar about the warmth she gave off. But he'd yet to form the bond of sight between himself and the raven perched on his shoulder.

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Upon setting her eyes on the raven, Arya's mind stirred with recognition. This surely had to be the place, what with the tent and the bird, though, that didn't quite explain the-

The doubt fizzled away as the odd looking tiefling poked his head from the tent, Arya's gaze instantly fixed upon his complexion- stars. Of course, a vision could never be too straightforward, could it... Arya caught herself staring, clearing her throat and taking a step back to grant the stranger personal space.

"Yes, it is quite urgent, in fact." She spoke with a measured posh accent, her tone much like that of a noble, leaving no room for rebuttal. She did briefly pause to look him over fully, noting what she could only assume to be his pajamas.

"Unless, of course, you are asking if you have time to change into more suitable clothing, in which case, I suppose it is not entirely that urgent." She added, glancing away from the man she felt she had caught in an inappropriate level of undress.

Arya was quite personable when she wanted to be, but even she had to admit it had been some time since she interacted with someone outside of a professional manner - and this was certainly unprofessional. Part of her wished to simply regurgitate every bit of knowledge she had at the tiefling, get whatever assistance she needed from him, and be on her way as soon as possible. However, she knew better. She was an intelligent woman, one that knew when to hold certain information close to her chest- and this was undoubtedly the most important secret she had ever had possession of.

"Ah... Please, excuse my manner- I had quite the night of travelling. I shall patiently await your return." She apologized while she bowed her head slightly, gently clasping her hands together in front of her waist. If anything, his brief absence would present her with the opportunity to think of how to best approach this situation...

The day before had been painfully quiet, but then again the tent had been set up a little further outside the city than usual. Less foot traffic it seemed. Age'ian had smoked his pipe before bed that night, and was currently curled up in his sleeping nook unaware of the commotion outside.

His familiar untucked her beak from her wing with a curious croak however, hopping down from her perch to poke her head out of the tent at the 'customer', blinking up at her from near the floor. No one ever came by this early--

After a moment, she turned her head back inside and gave a slightly louder call, causing her caster to stir where he slept.

"Of course... the one time I get some decent sleep..." he grumbles into his pillow before turning over with a sigh, "One moment please. You're here before my usual operating hours. I assume it's something important you need."

The tent gave a shudder and a shimmer, the color becoming a bit more vibrant as the mage 'woke it up' and caused some light to spill from between the fabric walls. There was even soft music that started playing. Then, poking his head out from the front tarp, was a sleepy headed tiefling with pale eyes, still in his pajamas.

"Is it something urgent or...?" he asks before yawning, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. His raven fluttered to his shoulder, quickly trying to fix up his hair.

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"Just this once more..." Arya whispered under her sharply exhaled breath. She knew all too well the cost of casting such a spell, or rather, she understood there were dire consequences. She may have been in Mystra's favor, but even a goddess' grace had its limits.

" 'Only when absolutely necessary'..." She quoted her patron's warning as she calmed herself, already feeling the taut threads of the Weave around her quivering in anticipation for her next words.

"I wish-.." Arya began, her very voice imbued with magic. She hesitated but for a moment, considering if perhaps she was making a mistake.

No, of course not - after all, this entire endeavor was to further her progress on a mission Mystra herself assigned. A test of faith, perhaps...

With her nerves steeled for the time being, she continued, brow furrowed in determination.

"I wish to find Luthen's Library." The statement pulsed through the room with a violent thrum of energy, the rippling wave in the Weave carrying on for miles. Any spellcaster worth their salt was sure to have felt the disturbance, though not much more than an off tingle in the back of their mind. In an instant, though, the blast reversed with the same force, this time entirely channeled into Arya. The impact knocked the small sorcereress onto the floor, her body writhing in pain as rapid-fire visions assaulted her mind.

The vast expanse of sand and sun, a sight she had never laid eyes on. The vision stretched itself thin, reaching as far as it could toward the object of her desire before failing.

Something was shielding the location from even a mastery level spell.

Too quickly to even process, the spell changed direction, attempting to fulfill her wish another way. She was given the aerial view of a neighboring city she had flown over before, a peculiar looking violet tent, an inquisitive raven, and... stars?

Before she could make sense of it, the visions ceased, feeling to her almost as if the very air was drawn out of her lungs. She rolled over onto her front and retched, face twisted into a grimace as she waited for the pain to subside.

Finally, she rose to her feet, albeit shakily, panting in an attempt to catch her breath. She had no time to waste- not only was her goddess counting on her, but the use of such an illegal spell had surely garnered her some unwanted attention, and she wasn't one to simply wait for trouble to find her.

Slipping her necessary belongings into her pack, Arya ducked out into the night, heading for the stables. While she had never been particularly adept at stealth due to her heritage, she did not find a need for it this night. Her short jog to her steed's stall was uneventful, other than the waves of exhaustion and nausea that persisted in the aftermath of her spell.

"Icarus, come on-" she beckoned in a hushed command, clicking her tongue a few times. The large, flame-lapped griffin sauntered out of his pen, his beak extending in a wide yawn.

"I see you've maintained your sense of urgency, hm?" She chided him with sarcasm before exhaling a small chuckle.

"Come then, we've not much time before -" It was as if her unspoken words had manifested, prompting a frustrated hiss as a guard rounded the corner on patrol.

"Go, go, go!" She whisper-yelled, hopping onto the griffins back as it began its takeoff gallop. The thumping of it's footsteps alerted the guard, but as he called out to the pair, they were already in the air, soaring away from a place Arya had once dreamed of being. As she watched her post disappear into the distance, Arya couldn't help but reflect on how quickly a dream could change and how oft they turned out to be nothing more than a fantasy.

Even still, as the wind whipped her hair and all within her vision was sky, the buzz of cautious excitement was palpable. The thoughts of her position and the consequences of desertion were left behind with the barracks. All that remained to her now was the future and what it might hold.

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After flying through the night, a familair sight sprawled out below- the city she had seen in her vision. With a sharp whistle, Arya directed Icarus downward, and the two began their descent. The blazing duo appeared to the few waking onlookers like a streaking comet against the dark cobalt sky, the sight certainly conspicuous.

Arya could not mind the stray looks any less, entirely honed on finding the blur of purple her vision had promised. It wasn't long until she spotted it, circling the area a few times before finally landing.

She slid from her steed's back with a practiced grace, heavy boots sounding with a thump against the dirt. She did not approach the tent, however, opting to simply stare at it. It was funny to her, the fact that she had just spent hours trying to find it, amd yet, now that she was here...

"...Hello? " Her mouth spoke before her brain gave it permission, and she instantly cringed at the choice of word.

'Hello? Really? A good hundred kilometers and all you could concoct in your addled mind is-' she thought to herself, though the stream of consciousness was again rudely interrupted by her far too eager mouth.

"Pardon the early intrusion, but might I speak with you?"

'Well... At the very least, that one was polite...'

{ @fortune-feather }

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Monster Month Day 7: Elemental

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I am tired of explaining the fire,

It burns because it must.

-Gwen Benaway, Holy Wild