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in the still of the night, within the quiet rooms of the lady savitri feat. lord emir salman ( @deaities )

in the still of the night, the stars beckoned for the fools and monsters to raise their eyes to the heavens. atesia's chosen, with an imperceptible glow searing just under her skin, fought sleep from claiming her eyes as she leaned her head against her lover's chest. " you had found the secret passage in record time, my lord. are you certain you are not the true master of this palace? " from having months stretched between every meeting and to be a mere hallway or two away, the sight of the heir of falkerstone had first almost flickered like a mirage. as if he might disappear completely if she finally succumbed to closing her eyes. " although i do not know how the king could allow himself the slight of having your palace grander than his. . . he must love your family so to accept such humiliation. "

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two horses flying to the edges of the grounds feat. lord kiaan devara ( @gardenscript )

the wind whipped unforgivingly through dark devara curls, and although the lightmaiden expected ( even preferred ) for the sunlight to beat down her back and warm her skin, savitri could not help but to enjoy the cool air the smell of roses. she turned her head to look at her companion — her golden little brother — as their horses slowed into a slight trot. " do you think the king has eyes upon us, even now ? " the older devara quipped, laughing freely. " perhaps they should, they might see us here and assume that we are mapping the grounds to prepare something untoward. " they stopped by a row of trees, flowers wilder than they were in the perfectly groomed gardens, and the lightmaiden hopped gracefully onto the dewy morning grass. it took her a mere moment for the mirth to turn into something altogether more serious. " have you heard whispers of anything? not necessarily from here. . . " savitri tilted her head towards what lies beyond the trees. " 'tis oft easy to remember that one is outnumbered when one lives in a fortress. "

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a glittering vision sweeping past the dancefloor feat. the master of whisperers ( @celcstine )

for a moment, it felt like she was a young thing of twenty and two years once more. an afternoon full of laughter and secret gazes — savitri's lithe fingers had picked off the stubborn bouts of sand that clung upon the collar of his shirt as she admonished him yet again to ' be wary of the storm as it comes upon the dunes ! '. perhaps he had forgotten the way the sunlight in ceago warms one's skin, or the way they had allowed something unspoken bloom in the spaces between lingering touches. it matters not, certainly not now. unfortunately, the lightmaiden's memory remains untouched, preserved oh - so perfectly — and as such the bitterness of disappointment ( and betrayal, oh for it so felt like betrayal ! ) flared within her heart with a single look. the years settled between them like a chasm, but she drew up to him wielding its weight like a shield: grace like none before, beauty like a roaring flame where once it flickered in uncertainty. will he ignore her now ? " do you not dance, my lord ? " she smiled, small enough as if there was a secret only known to them both. " 'tis a happy time, as the king decreed. ten years of doing one's duty must be quite a feat to be celebrated in such a fashion. the king must be very proud of his son. "

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taking a turn around the ballroom, arm in arm with @div1nes feat. lady malai starling

two figures hug the shadows, although it did not afford them the privacy of its darkness. atesia's light follows her chosen, and so does the gaze of those within the court —  for the sight of ceago's grace and beauty within the walls of belveil palace felt strange, perhaps somewhat out of place, but breathtaking nonetheless. the lightmaiden and the morning star, a golden contrast against the tapestried stone walls. " and exactly how many nobles have fallen to their knees at the sight of you? " savitri murmured amusedly, as her emerald gaze swept generously across the room. " i confess that the numbers remain low for me, although it only speaks to the crown's sentiments against my family. i could only applaud the court for this show of restraint. "

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⸻ beautiful dove, she is bathed in light with golden poison that runs deep. molten embers were left at her wake, for she burns from the inside out, uncontrollably.

the  almighty  has  blessed  us  once  more,   it   seems  𝙎𝘼𝙑𝙄𝙏𝙍𝙄 𝘿𝙀𝙑𝘼𝙍𝘼  has  come   to   ilthoria.   the   𝙇𝘼𝘿𝙔 𝙊𝙁 𝙁𝘼𝙍𝙍𝘼𝘿𝙊𝙍,   brings  with  them  such  glorious  fortune  and  they  are  known  for  being  𝘚𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘒𝘐𝘕𝘎  but  also  𝘔𝘈𝘕𝘐𝘗𝘜𝘓𝘈𝘛𝘐𝘝𝘌.  joy  will  spark  when  the  𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙍𝙏𝙔-𝙊𝙉𝙀  year  old  comes  to  court.  what  songs  would  be  sung  in  their  name  ?  [  𝙸 𝙿𝚄𝚃 𝙰 𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙻𝙻 𝙾𝙽 𝚈𝙾𝚄 + 𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙰 𝚂𝙸𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙴   ]  for  in  the  decades  to  come  they  will  sing  of  :  golden touches made by silky fingertips, diamond - encrusted dresses twirling as she dances barefoot upon burning embers, a dark and calculating gaze flickering in time with courtly whispers.  may  enerin  bless  your  soul,  welcome  to  ilthoria  child. 

THE BASICS

FULL NAME: savitri lalitha devara NICKNAME: savi ( for family ) POSITION / TITLE: lady of farrador — member of the ruling house of ceago SOBRIQUETS: the fairest of the east, the lightmaiden AGE: thirty-one PRONOUNS: she / her SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual STATUS: unpromised & unbetrothed ALLEGIANCE: house devara, the region of ceago

FAMILIAL CONNECTIONS

FATHER: ruling lord ravindra devara MOTHER: ruling lady aruna devara SIBLINGS: lady heir varenya ( @reqalities ) , lord kiaan ( @gardenscript ) , lord arun ( tba ! ) BIRTH ORDER: second born EXTENDED FAMILY: tba

APPEARANCE

FACECLAIM: sobhita dhulipala BODY TYPE: soft and curvy HEIGHT: 175cm EYES: golden hazel HAIR: curly thick dark brown hair DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: a soft dark gaze and the haughty devara chin, long-limbs and golden skin. CLOTHING STYLE: soft and airy silks, draped artfully upon her body in neutral shades of nature worn at home in farrador. sparkling court dresses in the ceago fashion, embroidered with gold and infused with light, worn with flowing veils at the royal court. gold and diamonds adorning wrists and her neck, with intricate golden diadems or circlets worn daily.

PERSONALITY

LABEL: the amaranth MBTI: ESFJ — the executive ALIGNMENT: lawful evil VIRTUES: diligence & patience SINS: pride, lust, greed TRAITS: vindictive, dutiful, conceited, loyal, insightful, calculating, observant, insincere, graceful, deceptive, duplicitous, aloof, paranoid CHARACTER INSPO.: margaery tyrell ( asoiaf ), claire underwood ( house of cards ), lucrezia borgia ( history ), lucille sharpe ( crimson peak ), mary villiers —  countess of buckingham ( mary & george )

THE STORY

TW: none

ANOTHER little devara girl, a tiny babe that howled her first cries upon the light of dawn that broke through the horizon. she was proclaimed SAVITRI upon the day of her naming ceremony, proclaiming to the world that she is the daughter of the sun; the golden hope. the ruling lord and lady held their breaths as their daughter —  already beautiful, like their others —  grew up under the warmth of atesia, for a sereen had become ever rarer as time goes by, almost as if their goddess might forsake them like enerin and house eissen.

ATESIA did not waste time in blessing the devaras with her magnanimous light, as on the night of her name day celebrations —  a light had seemingly erupted from within, and for an unforgettable moment, little savitri shone blindingly bright under the candlelight before all of her father's subjects. the ruling lady gasped, and her husband immediately called for rites to be performed immediately  —  for the goddess had blessed their family with a sereen.

IT DID NOT take very long for the ruling lord and lady to teach their beautiful daughter to become a weapon. it is almost tradition for each devara child to do so — a wealth of charm and a trunk of gold could be all that stands between a man and a crown. they might not have been touched by the intelligence of karagh, or the blessed by the sword of itris, nor embraced by the healing love of vittra, but those of house devara has gold pulsating through their veins, and fire upon their fingertips. the guardians of ceago would not be so naive to have allowed their offspring to venture on without a sharp dagger hidden up their sleeves.

LIGHTMAIDEN they called her, in awe and fear. she who harnesses the grace of atesia herself.

FROM A YOUNG AGE, it became very apparent that much was expected from the devara children— for a gifted sereen; even more so. the doom of ilthoria under the rule of house eissen was a foregone conclusion, a belief passed down for generations of proud devaras, and they must prepare to seize the moment once it comes. however it comes, ushered in by whomever at the helm. for they had their own kingdom in all but name, a beautiful, rich land with everything that one could ever wish for  —  obviously much prosperous than the lands of ardora — what use does ceago have of overseers?

SAVITRI BELIEVES HERSELF the very antithesis of eissen rule, the promise of what could be attained once their house falls. the gods have memories longer than worlds, and a slight as momentous as the trickery of mortals in its showing appreciation to the mighty one would not be so easily forgiven. she has the devara pride upon her shoulders, as well as the pride of ceago — and savitri grew up into a woman who particularly knows how to hold a grudge.

SHE SMILES PLENTY, all golden light and warmth, with lightning quick movements filled with grace to distract one from the truth gazing back towards them. every conversation is a performance, and every room a beckoning stage. a pretty thing like her must sit atop a mantle, or paraded like a porcelain doll — but it matters not when the pretty thing everyone gazes upon watches them right back, carefully, and listens with rapt attention. the endless fire of summer hiding in plain sight.

WHEN the noble houses were called upon to the seat of the high king the devara family smiled bemusedly at each other and chose to comply. nothing like staring at the cracks of a falling dynasty in person and gawk at their last vestiges of power held by a strong fist and a sharp blade.

' it is good to be gracious ', the ruling lady had murmured to her children, a pretty smile upon her face as the towers of belveil palace swam into view. ' it is good to smile and stare your enemies in the eye before they inevitably fall '.

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𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬.

" the light beneath the right eye glows with a fire that is mostly forgotten, for tears merely run gold once the moon succumbs to the sun. "                                                           written by rae for ilthoriafm

— lady savitri devara of farrador, the wardens of ceago. thirty + one, 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙼𝙰𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙽 ( 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 & 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 )