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[ JOUST ] - Impress someone by sparring with them by the shoreline or fighting for their honor while they watch from the seating area. The Adrestians know how to put on a good show, so why not take advantage of the beautifully decorated space by the sea? Use stage weapons that are both impressive and humorous to create an entertaining experience!

They were merely stage weapons. That was it. Finn took no pleasure in a toy blade. As he examined the specimens, he was reminded of the new professor he had spent time with repairing weapons. Such was a comfortable quiet that he rarely found in the academy. 

Finn scans the crowd to see if she might be here. He recalls how she stated she was foreign nobility; many of students and faculty alike were as well. The ball appeared to be a prime destination for such folk. It is finally that he sees her towards the edge of the ballroom and approaches.

"Princess Say'ri," he calls. "Good evening to you. I hope you are enjoying the festivities." A pause. A double-take. "If you are so inclined, perhaps you might inspect the fake sparring weapons with me. I enjoyed your knowledge of warcraft." "Of course, if you are already occupied, do not feel obliged."

"Sir Finn!" A familiar face amongst the sea of strangers is pleasant always, and Say'ri quickly offers a slight bow as a means of providing him with a proper greeting. Despite her status, the fall of Chon'sin meant that she spent little time in situations such as these, this Ball being one of the first and only events she's attended-- it's ... strange, a bit unnerving, but to have a chance to unwind is sorely appreciated. " 'Tis different from what I am accustomed to," She begins, sounding a bit sheepish. "Yet I do not mean this in a negative manner. I... like it." I like the peace. The ability to see everyone happy. Her head tilts quizzically upon his mention of fake weapons, though, her eyes flitting to look at the props provided. They look decent enough, but it's obvious that they're made of flimsy material upon closer inspection-- and an idea strikes. "You and I are warriors more than socialites. Let us try these out- and let us indulge in what we are best at. I challenge you, Sir Finn! To the winner goes the spoils... the charm at my neck. What say you?"

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The enthusiasm that immediately lights up Tiki's face is enough to draw a fond chuckle from Say'ri, not even remotely bothered at the way her arm is jostled as the other bounces on her feet. Yet she doesn't have much time to etch the memory into her mind before she feels an extra tug and she leans over slightly, just in time for Tiki to press a soft kiss to her cheek. Say'ri feels the wind leave her lungs, eyes widening as her face heats up exponentially, feeling the red creeping up the length of her neck. Pah, she's weak for being so susceptible to this embarrassment and she knows it-- but how can she not? How can she not, when the sun that she orbits blesses her with her warmth time and time and time again? A light that she is sure others are more fit to bear.... but it is not her decision to make. Squaring her shoulders and taking in a deep breath, she strides forward to motion to the booth's owner to procure a chance at claiming her Lady's spoils. Three darts, three targets-- it seems simple enough, though the tiny projectiles fit strangely in her hands. Either way, Say'ri knows what she must do... and she will prevail.

Roll: 15, 14, 8! Hit x2.

The first two hit close to the center, while the last doesn't make it within the confines of victory. Yet still, childish wonder sets in upon her features as she glances down to Tiki with a mix of surprise and pride, feeling emboldened by her success. "That takes care of two... Would you like to try for the last, my Lady? Or shall I carry us home to victory?" @naganokoe

my love is mine, all mine

toaball2025 w/ @naganokoe

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“ Hey, are you alright? You were pretty loud in that game over there. ”  The announcer had already attracted attention, and Leif had considered spectating, but it was when one person from that side of the beach had been shouting curses left and right that it had really pulled him from his thoughts elsewhere. Thinking to investigate it, he comes in at the tail-end when the woman in question had already been eliminated, hobbling away.

He still doesn't know what happened in the game but... 

“ Your foot looks pretty bad. ”  Her sandals make it a bit easier to discern than otherwise. He kneels, offering,  “ I'm a healer. I can heal this for you. I can't imagine you'd want to keep it like this... Is that alright?? ”

Though her foot is wounded, nothing has taken more damage than her pride has. To be defeated so swiftly in this game-- by a CRUSTACEAN, no less. A tiny creature who was no bigger than even a fraction of her foot! Yet that lifeform held more bloodlust than some massive beasts she's seen, judging by how readily and quickly it decided to latch on. Say'ri almost wishes it pinched Darios, too. So another may share in her pain, yet she does realize it's a petty thought. An unfamiliar voice calls to her, and she feels her face heating up upon recalling that LITERALLY EVERYONE just watched her freak out because of a crab. A clearing of her throat follows as she steels herself for the conversation to come, hoping desperately it's not one made to poke fun at the situation. And it's not. The boy shows genuine concern, and she blinks for a few moments before offering him a smile. She's no stranger to various cuts and bruises, and this is nothing compared to what she went through alongside Chrom... "That's very kind of you, sir," She opts for taking a seat on a nearby bench, sighing as she tilts her head back slightly. " 'Tis not as bad as it seems. I believe I am more anguished over my pathetic reasoning for a loss..." Speaking of which. Where is that crab?

There's a split second where Say'ri feels her blood run cold, because in the moments that Leif kneels before her... she sees the little bastard, set free by Darios's hand as it skitters towards her newfound ally.

It's at his-- his butt. She stares it down, mortified, opening her mouth to speak with sweat beading at her forehead and a shaky hand pointing. It's already raising its deadly little claw, reaching out for an innocent man's hind end. "Sir, wait-- Behind you--"

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Those who approached were certainly from all different walks of life-- Say'ri had to keep her jaw from falling to the ground when the man introduced as Dheginsea offered himself as a contender in their contest. She had seen people just as tall, yes, but.... how in the hells was she supposed to beat THAT? And sir Chrom. Oh, sir Chrom. A hand is placed over her mouth as she tries so hard to keep it together, stifling as many of her chuckles as she can. It doesn't work, though, and it's easy for anyone to hear the crack in her demeanor. Camilla, Niles.... both hailing from a place she doesn't recognize. Takumi does as well, yet it seems as if they may share some similarities. Then there's Darios. Who looks pissed, ready to kill, and she can FEEL the brooding aura from across the mat. Say'ri is silently thankful that she's not standing right next to him, and she squares her shoulders as it's her turn to call for a spin of the wheel. "Allllllllllllrighty! Say'ri, was it....? Looks like you're getting... Left hand on blue!" Easy enough, it seems. Right?

Say'ri rolls 1d20: 3. FAIL. BIG FAT FAILURE.

Evidently fucking not. You've been sabotaged. Say'ri leans over to the side in order to stretch her arm out, and before she has much of a chance to do anything... she can feel her foot slipping-- and with an embarrassing amount of wiggling, she quickly stops her fall and breathes a long, well-deserved sigh of relief. Until she feels a pinch. Which, at first, is fine. But very quickly, alarmingly so, the pinch turns into a STAB right on the end of her big toe. And she screams. In agony. As if the fires of hell have risen out of the beach itself, swallowing her whole in its blaze; the Princess of Chon'sin immediately rights herself to glance down at what manner of foul beast has struck at her... only to find a little crustacean staring up at you with wonder and curiosity in its beady little eyes.

Aw. It's cute! Say'ri opens her mouth to say something about it before its little pinchers get even more brazen and dig in harder to the exposed skin, and she VIOLENTLY shakes her foot with every curse known to man escaping her. "FOUL CREATURE, YOU DARE? GET.... OFF!!" The little crab shoots out like a rocket, smacking right into Darios's face. Say'ri doesn't seem to care as she grabs at her foot, hobbling off of the mat with little care for the game still in mind. And certainly not a second glance spared for the culprit of her defeat.

Say'ri has been eliminated!

@grxstnnefealltoir

twister? i hardly even know her

twister @ toaball2025. game start!

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It's a long established habit to easily fall into step with the woman next to her, lingering just close enough to provide her arm with the occasional brush of their shoulders. She feels like a young girl with how giddily her heart flips in the moments dark eyes glance down to take in the beauty of not only the Voice of Naga, but the visage of someone who occupies far more of her affections than she'd like to admit out loud. Say'ri feels like she's begun to take the wall between them down, brick by brick. It's not one constructed by Lady Tiki, either-- it's one that she forced herself to create. To maintain a respectful distance, to protect her fealty to the Voice. As a vassal, and nothing more. But they were friends now, weren't they? This was what her Lady wished, and so it would be. Perhaps she doesn't deserve this kindness, but it is not her choice on whether to accept it or not. " 'Tis your first celebration, if I remember correctly," Say'ri muses as she gently leads Tiki through the crowds, careful to carve a pathway through the patrons with her own body if necessary. "I believe I have several ideas that we can indulge in. I ask for your trust this evening, my Lady- I shall not let you leave without having the time of your life." The smile that stretches across her face is nothing short of radiant, though a hint of mischief flashes in the depths of her eyes.

"Here. Come, come." Not far from them is a booth, decorated with all manner of trinkets and prizes; yet in some of the netting situated near the top, several obnoxiously large plushies with stupidly adorable designs are displayed for those who dare to challenge the games presented... and Say'ri is nothing if not persistent, her pride driving her to make the mental vow to win for Tiki anything that she wants. She'd give her the world, if she asked for it. She'd give her all of her tomorrows, and she only wished she could give her her yesterdays as well.

"Well? You need only say the word- and I will win it for you. I do know you have your love for stuffies..."

my love is mine, all mine

toaball2025 w/ @naganokoe

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They are hardly through the threshold before Tiki observes the night's game. Though she had thought little of the seashell pinned to her dress, seeing them passed around had caught her eye. This was the first event that Tiki could attend with Say'ri on her arm, and she was going to ensure they appear as the package they now are.

She stops, and raises a hand to squeeze Say'ri's arm. Her eyes are full of the sparkling whimsy of the room, but she lowers her voice to a little whisper.

"We ought to match our charms, don't you think? We are arriving together, after all." This time, she turns to her princess, grabbing at a seashell from her satchel. "Come, let me affix this to your lapel. Oh come, lean down a bit so I can attach it properly."

There hasn't been a second in which a fond smile hasn't donned her face, her arm kept snug and secure within Tiki's grasp-- despite the crowds of patrons gathered here, Say'ri doesn't have to sift through them to know that nobody here can begin to compare to the beauty of the woman beside her. Her eyes don't even bother to glance anywhere else but at her lady's face, a light chuckle escaping at her suggestion. "Aye, I'm inclined to agree," Say'ri heartily offers her support before leaning over to make up for the differences in their height, her free hand coming up to fiddle with the clasp of her necklace for a moment. It takes little effort to undo it, and once Tiki has placed her own charm on the lapel of her jacket, she motions for her companion to turn around. "Allow me, my Lady. I believe a pearl fits you quite well- in Chon'sin, there are some folktales that state that pearls are merely tears of mythical beings." Leaning to the side, Say'ri's fingers gently brush Tiki's hair out of the way as she carefully winds the necklace around her front, bringing the clasps around to the back as her breath remains close to her partner's ear. "Yet they're also touted for their beauty."

Once the clasp is properly closed, her hands linger for just a moment, fingertips trailing ever-so-slightly against her skin before pulling away. "I am incapable of believing that any pearl could shine brighter than you, however."

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"Laaaaaaaaaaaadies and gentlemen, party people! Our next event of the evening is a friendly little competition... a test of your reflexes, your dexterity-- and even your bravery!" Someone that Say'ri doesn't recognize is shouting into the night, a crowd of students and faculty alike seemingly enthralled by the challenges that the announcer keeps proposing to any and all that are interested. This one in particular has caught her attention, though, at the mention of putting her nerves to the test-- and she pauses to hear out the rest of the details provided. "The name of the game is simple. Twisterrrrrrr! Step on up, spin the wheel, and find out what's goin' where! It'd be easy if it was just you, though... so good luck winding and weavin' around your opponents!" This is certainly nothing like she's seen in Chon'sin, dark eyes sweeping across the wheel set up, before settling on the mat stretched out across the sand. She's suddenly thankful that she's worn a loose outfit that gives her plenty of room to move... and she boldly steps forward with a hand raised to volunteer as tribute. Little does she know, this is far worse than what she believes it to be. "We have our first challenger! What is your name, Miss?" All eyes are on her, now. And she swallows nearly audibly before speaking. "Say'ri, of Chon'sin." "Well nice to meet you, Say'ri! Come on, come on, there's no time to waste. Give that wheel a big ol' spin!"

His hands are at her shoulders in the blink of an eye, shuffling her towards the oversized prize wheel with various labels on it. She barely gets a chance to reach out before he's nudging her harder, and she nearly stumbles-- her hand barely catches the wheel before spinning it, feeling as if maybe she's just signed her soul to a devil.

Say'ri spins the wheel! Roll 1d5: Left Leg.

Easy enough. With a flourish of his hand, the event host directs her to the mat stretched out before bowing, allowing her to take the metaphorical stage. Her left foot easily makes contact with one of the red circles, and she lies in wait for her next challenger to appear. @soulsaligned, @old-scalebag, @dottingoldersister, @nohrianoutlaw, @fujins-favored

twister? i hardly even know her

twister @ toaball2025. game start!

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twister? i hardly even know her

twister @ toaball2025. game start!

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[ BIRTHDAY GIFT ]

“Professor Say’ri!!” Yuzu notices the lady’s figure within this muddled crowd of a line. It is that same line that prevents the student from greeting her properly with a bow. Hopefully her justified tone is enough to symbolize her respect for the master.

She shifts her position on line slightly to get closer to Say’ri, making sure it isn’t enough for a spoiled sport to force her back to the end of the line. “Are you here to deliver your tribute for the noble’s date of birth? It was admittedly difficult to specify a present for one I barely know, but…”

Yuzu reaches for a belt within her dress to reveal something wrapped in white cloth. She lifts the cloth partially to show off a shortsword underneath, but is quick to keep the gift preserved in the light wrapping.

“If he is a fellow attendee of the academy, I am sure he would find preference in a light blade,” Yuzu smiles at herself in satisfaction before a pensive frown takes over. “Unless…his preferred style is not swordplay? But fie, everyone should enjoy the hold of a blade!

“Lady Say’ri, did you find a gift that…mayhaps could be more liked?”

There's so much noise in this godsdamned crowd that Say'ri barely makes out the voice of a familiar ally; her head swivels back and forth before her eyes finally lock with Yuzu's, and a swift nod is what she can manage to acknowledge her as the two of them shuffle through the throngs of patrons to come to stand next to each other. Despite the inconveniences of the overpopulated area... the princess of Chon'sin still wears a delighted smile on her face, excitement for the celebration reflected in her eyes. "Yuzu! 'Tis good to see you here- as for my gift... 'Twas quite a struggle indeed to pick something proper." As her student reveals her own gift, Say'ri's eyes widen. There's a beat of pause before she breaks out into laughter, removing the package tucked under her arm to fiddle with it-- it takes a few seconds before she's able to wrest it free and undo the wrapping to display her own offering to the birthday boy. Where Yuzu's is a shortsword, Say'ri had procured a katana from Chon'sin-- specially crafted on a personal favor, the sheen of the blade a testament to the care and skill put into its forging. This was an opportunity to begin to spread the specialties of her nation, and proffering a sample to one of the nobles of this land would serve as her starting point. "It seems we had the same idea! 'Tis perfect-- an opportunity to learn both styles. I cannot fathom a better offering, Yuzu; there is no downside to having a fine blade on hand. To have two is only a boon."

"Only a fool would not cherish these gifts."

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a night to remember || toaball2025

Say'ri is more than accustomed to what it feels like to be on the coast-- however, it's been quite a while since she's had time to relax on the beach. The humid air is a welcome reminder of home, and she's more relaxed than she has been in a long time. On a necklace, Say'ri holds the Pearl charm! She is attending with a date, more than happy to be serving as Lady Tiki's partner for the night.

Seashell: Starfish: Anchor: Turtle: Pearl: Fit under the cut!

Wearing plain black sandals, though the sand is a bit annoying...

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"Wait!" Her words leave her lips before she even thinks to do so, and her stare is blank for a few seconds before she scrambles to rectify the situation that she's created. It's not that she has any issue with tending to the weapons alone... but it's more of the fact that she's searching for any sense of familiarity that she can in the chaos of adapting to this new environment. There had been so many times in the past where she recalled sitting alongside an ally, not even in conversation. The silence between them had been comforting as they tended to their weapons, the only noise being that of the rag against the cool steel of their blades-- and, of course, the one that she owes for ever showing her these things in the first place. Yen'fay always had been the type to sit in one place easily. As a child, Say'ri tried so hard to follow in his image, often imitating his routines in a desperate attempt to live up to the reputation he had created for himself. Looking back on it now, she knows that she had to have annoyed him... yet instead of chiding her or discouraging her, he only ever sat in silent support of her endeavors. She remembers the day that he allowed her to sit in his lap, taking her hands in his and showing her how to tend to even the tiniest of details on a katana, cotton ball applied to smudges that would be invisible to anyone else.

She remembers every movement of that ritual, and though the warmth of his hands has long since faded from her life, the warmth of his love has never once left her heart. "I.... apologize, I do not mean to disturb you." Say'ri begins, clearing her throat. "I simply thought p'rhaps you would have stories to share with me. Of the Monastery. The students?" Gods, she's sounding like an utter fool. "There is much to the culture here that I am not aware of..."

@livingrief

preservation

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Of course, as expected, Say'ri knew that the student who had introduced herself as Yuzu would quickly become interested in serving under her tutelage as a master of the sword-- she did not, however, expect this to be so soon. Yet it doesn't bother her in the slightest, and if anything, the idea warms her heart. For someone to be so eager and so unabashed in their care for their craft... it is the makings of a perfect pupil, ever vigilant in their pursuit for tailoring their skills to a higher level. So once they arrive to the training grounds, Say'ri stops in the center before gloved hands drop to the belt slung around her waist. It takes only a quick movement for the dual sayas to be removed from their latches, and she turns on her heel with arms outstretched in order to offer both blades to the student across from her. There's no hesitation in her decision, dark eyes staring straight at the girl who's piqued her interest from the beginning. "If you are to learn, Yuzu, then you are to become flexible," She gently places her sheathed katanas into the other girl's hands, careful not to allow them to fall to the dusty ground beneath them. "Allow yourself a moment to become acquainted with your new companions. A blade has many stories to tell, it is only a matter of whether you choose to hear them or not." Hers have certainly seen enough war and bloodshed to last anyone a lifetime or two. She is not proud of every life taken by them, yet Say'ri knows that she would do everything over again in order to protect the wellbeing of the Shepherds and her people. "Tell me. Are you listening?"

@craneswings

one of us will be the world's greatest swordsman!

weapon swap w/ @craneswings

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The look of bewilderment on her face quickly melts into recognition, then followed by sheer joy-- it was only a matter of time before she stumbled across other familiar allies, but it did come as a surprise that Stahl had meandered his way across the seas to come to Garreg Mach. As a result, she quickly pushed herself away from the rink's edge to throw her arms wide, a grin stretching from ear to ear. "Sir Stahl! 'Tis a pleasure to see you once again. I pray good tidings have brought you here to Fodlan?" There's plenty left unsaid in that statement, including the undercurrent of anxiety that Say'ri feels being separated from her homeland so soon after the vicious conflicts that plagued Ylisse. "'Twould have been folly of me to decline an opportunity to learn from others. I had no other choice but to accept such a rare chance to attend." "Yet there is so much more than simple instruction here. As you can see..." Say'ri motions to the ice that stretches out for quite the distance, filled with a sense of nostalgia. While she never had much time for an art like ice-skating, it wasn't uncommon for the lakes and streams of Chon'sin to freeze during the harsher winters-- somewhere, in the deep recesses of her mind, she recalls a time in which she tumbled on the icy surface, Yen'fay's strong and reliable arms catching her before she could hurt herself. Always keeping her out of harm's way. "The students certainly have plenty of hobbies to take up. What say you, Sir Stahl? Care to test your reflexes?" It takes only a few steps to take a seat at one of the nearby benches, and Say'ri is unable to keep a chuckle from bubbling up as she leans forward. "I had already procured my skates, actually. There should be spare pairs nearby." @siraverage

I won't fall if you don't fall

Spoiler: They both fall Mission board ice skating shenanigans

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What started as a simple list of tasks to complete has quickly devolved into more chaos than the two of them originally agreed to-- and in true philanthropic fashion, Say'ri doesn't have the heart to decline when there's so many citizens in need of a helping hand. It's true that this is not her country, nor are they her people, but it doesn't dissuade her from immediately jumping in to assist in restoration efforts... fostering good relations between Fodlan and Chon'sin would only benefit both parties in the long run, and you always had to start somewhere. Yet now, the Princess of Chon'sin finds herself buried under myriads of bags and packages that the two of them have fetched for deliveries. The weight is of no consequence, Say'ri has plenty of physical ability-- but the bulkiness of the various items makes it difficult for her to see around them... and so she's stumbling not-so-gracefully in a desperate attempt to stay caught up with her companion. "Lady Lyn, was it?" Say'ri huffs out as she juggles some of the boxes, leaning to the side in order to ensure that they don't all come toppling down. "I am loathe to inform you that I believe I've lost all sense of direction. P'rhaps t'would not be such a terrible idea to-- to sit for a moment?" To arrange their thoughts, yes. To come up with a plan. Not because she's tired of lugging these damned things around.

"I cannot recall who requested what... or even the quantities. As for the herbs, the type does not come to mind-- fie, I.... think we may have no choice." Curses upon thee, Say'ri, for forgetting such crucial information. Look at what you've done. "A few seconds of rest, that is all I ask of you." "Oh! Are you two the adventurers come to assist the villagers? What great timing! I had something I wanted to ask of you." Say'ri nearly chokes on the groan that she wishes to let loose, instead letting out a strangled "mmrngh?" before devolving into a coughing spell. It wouldn't do to appear so ungrateful to those around her, and as long as there is someone in need... she will be there. "Y.... Yes?" "I see you ladies have enough deliveries to take care of... But when you're on your way back, think you could help some of the townsmen move the larger beams of wood for repairing the Town Hall? They're all exhausted..."

@sunncutter

we love an npc who stays there and repeats the quest

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no place I'd rather be

toaboel2025 w/ @naganokoe

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To the eye of someone that didn't know her well, this was simply maintenance. To her, however, it was a sort of communion-- between warrior and weapon, past and present, life and death. Say'ri had made herself comfortable on the floor, seated cross-legged as she moved with the slow, deliberate precision of someone who had done this ritual a thousand times. The small cloth in her hand and a tin of oil by her leg, she worked-- cleaning away not just dirt, but echoes of the last spar it had seen. Sweat, frustration, nicks and scratches faded beneath her touch, the metal catching the firelight of a nearby torch as it gleamed under her touch like liquid gold. She paused, inspecting the edge, testing its bite with the tip of a calloused thumb; as expected, it pricks her skin, and she nods in satisfaction. Still sharp. Always sharp, as it should be. An unfamiliar voice breaks her concentration, though, and her normal meditative calm quickly crumbled as Say'ri tossed a look over her shoulder in an attempt to identify whoever had approached. An unfamiliar man, his blue hair a stark contrast against the backdrop of a dimmed training ground. "Fie, you startled me..." She mumbled under her breath, using the cloth to remove a smudge from the blade that she just created. "My apologies, if this is your usual choice of work. Aye, I am indeed new to the Monastery, and these routines... are relaxing to me." "I have not met you before-- though, I have learned the names of very few faces here. P'rhaps I should rectify this by asking you yours." "I am Say'ri, Princess of Chonsin. Though here... I suppose I am an assistant to one of the Blue Lions Instructors. You are?"

@livingrief

preservation

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Really, she had attended this event with the intention of being a chaperone to the younger ones that skittered about, holding up their plushies as if they were their most prized possessions. Say'ri couldn't keep the warm smile from her face to watch the children compare and contrast their own creations, and the smiles that donned their faces were well worth the minutes spent here, assisting in whatever ways that she could-- not to mention, there were quite a few faculty members here that were indulging as well. The resilience of humanity was best seen in the aftermath of tragedy, this she knew too well; the small instances of happiness were the little victories that she clutched close to her chest. Chon'sin may flourish now, but it was not without loss-- too many for her to count; yet to remember only the negative would do a disservice to those who assisted her in restoring her homeland to its former glory. She doesn't have much time to delve into her own thoughts before an unfamiliar voice approaches her, and she blinks down at the girl. The green wyvern she's chosen looks awfully familiar to someone that occupies a huge chunk of her heart... and she can't help but chuckle at the stupidly adorable face that it has. Maybe she should make one as a gift. Surely that would be an appropriate offering, right? "Aye! Let us choose one together- for this endeavor would be better shared with a friend, would it not?" Say'ri shuffles towards the selections, picking out her own green wyvern with a smile. "This one is rather endearing. If I am not mistaken..." "It is time consuming to stuff our creations by hand, but I believe it enables us to further tailor it to our preferences," She begins as she takes a seat on a nearby stool, motioning Mark to follow as she grabs a handful of cotton to push into the opening on the little wyvern's back. "Make it as plump as you'd like. I shall do the same."

@allyphase

go out and make some friends