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[dragonoflavender]

Noël let out a loud huff as she scooted behind Focalors, taking her gloves off and gently running her fingers through the hair. "Goodness gracious! You know what? From now on, I'm right and you're wrong. So you'd better listen to me." She joked playfully as she located a couple of small knots - she reached into her purse, pulling out a brush she always kept by herself and began very gently brushing the knots out. "Your hair is beautiful. Seriously." She said with a smile, marveling at the softness.

"And for your information," The dragon began in a soft but playful tone, "I can and will worry about you being alone. I would feel bad if I just left you here, Darling." Noël replied with a little laugh, gently lifting a bit of hair to brush through it without tugging on it. "So, therefore, I've decided. If there happens to be an exit, and I can go but you can't, then I'm staying right here. Don't be selfless, okay? You deserve company - you deserve everything, actually. And you being used to being alone won't be any better for your mental health."

Focalors, sat cross legged on the Opera Epiclese. Her arms were propped up on her knees and her fingers dug into her scalp, her pale blue hair becoming disheveled.

She needed to leave. She couldn’t leave. She wanted to leave. Should she leave?

Questions Focalors was left alone to ponder herself.

Furina- no, that hallucination of Furina, had disappeared a few days ago. And in that time, Focalors had pondered deeply at the mistakes of her past.

It was not helping her mental state.

Noël had to give her eyes a firm rub before she was ready to open them again, squinting against the white light she was met with. She placed her hand against the nearest wall, disoriented and unsure of where she was, feet stumbling and tripping over herself. She steadied herself again momentarily, this time adjusting and staying upwards, dusting off her clothing and hat slowly, before glancing around her environment.

She instantly recognized it; the Opera Epiclese, but not the one which everyone comes and goes to - but rather, the creation of the god Focalors, used to trap herself in it. Noël remembered entering the realm a good couple of times, curiously watching the goddess, before returning - what she was doing here, in her solid form, she was unsure of. Hesitantly, she began slowly walking down the middle aisle, her heels clicking against the wood, echoing in the deafening silence; in the back of her mind, the Hydro Dragon wondered if she was dreaming or hallucinating.

@focalors-official ~

[dragonoflavender]

Noël fell silent, staring haplessly at the former goddess, before turning to stare ahead as well. "....Wow," She eventually hummed out, frowning, "I've never seen someone so full of hope and optimism." She commented sarcastically but not unkindly, sighing slowly. Her anxiety was beginning to rear it's head again, and she bit the inside of her cheek, smiling brightly at Focalors. "Eh, but that's alright. Optimism doesn't really change anything, does it."

She was silent for a long moment, crossing her arms or fiddling with her braid before turning back to Focalors curiously. "You said there was another person here, correct? What happened with them, how'd they get here? And you say they were just... pulled away...? Maybe that'll give us some ideas; I really don't want to leave you all alone here." The dragon wondered, tilting her head at Focalors curiously.

She thought momentarily about something which could make them both feel a little better before coming to a decision, "Strange request, but while we speak, may I braid your hair?" She asked with a soft smile.

Focalors, sat cross legged on the Opera Epiclese. Her arms were propped up on her knees and her fingers dug into her scalp, her pale blue hair becoming disheveled.

She needed to leave. She couldn’t leave. She wanted to leave. Should she leave?

Questions Focalors was left alone to ponder herself.

Furina- no, that hallucination of Furina, had disappeared a few days ago. And in that time, Focalors had pondered deeply at the mistakes of her past.

It was not helping her mental state.

Noël had to give her eyes a firm rub before she was ready to open them again, squinting against the white light she was met with. She placed her hand against the nearest wall, disoriented and unsure of where she was, feet stumbling and tripping over herself. She steadied herself again momentarily, this time adjusting and staying upwards, dusting off her clothing and hat slowly, before glancing around her environment.

She instantly recognized it; the Opera Epiclese, but not the one which everyone comes and goes to - but rather, the creation of the god Focalors, used to trap herself in it. Noël remembered entering the realm a good couple of times, curiously watching the goddess, before returning - what she was doing here, in her solid form, she was unsure of. Hesitantly, she began slowly walking down the middle aisle, her heels clicking against the wood, echoing in the deafening silence; in the back of her mind, the Hydro Dragon wondered if she was dreaming or hallucinating.

@focalors-official ~

[dragonoflavender]

Noël listened to her each and every word, humming thoughtfully as she nodded along to the past archon's words. "That may be likely, too..." She felt herself slowly begin to smile, "But hey, if you heard once about something like this, then someone must've come back to tell the tale, no? That's already very hopeful." She replied with a warm smile.

"And it's quite good you're not alone anymore, then. Honestly, now that I know you're here, I have no intention of leaving, either, at least not without you." The dragon mused, slitted eyes flickering towards the windows and the entrance, eyeing the abyss behind them.

Noël chuckled as she pushed herself up and onto the stage, scooting back so that she'd be beside Focalors and hugging her own knees with her arms, resting her head on them. She studied Focalors for a moment longer, before speaking once again, "You really do look like Furina." She murmured half to herself, then added louder, "which, is a compliment, of course. Lady Furina is stunning after all."

Focalors, sat cross legged on the Opera Epiclese. Her arms were propped up on her knees and her fingers dug into her scalp, her pale blue hair becoming disheveled.

She needed to leave. She couldn’t leave. She wanted to leave. Should she leave?

Questions Focalors was left alone to ponder herself.

Furina- no, that hallucination of Furina, had disappeared a few days ago. And in that time, Focalors had pondered deeply at the mistakes of her past.

It was not helping her mental state.

Noël had to give her eyes a firm rub before she was ready to open them again, squinting against the white light she was met with. She placed her hand against the nearest wall, disoriented and unsure of where she was, feet stumbling and tripping over herself. She steadied herself again momentarily, this time adjusting and staying upwards, dusting off her clothing and hat slowly, before glancing around her environment.

She instantly recognized it; the Opera Epiclese, but not the one which everyone comes and goes to - but rather, the creation of the god Focalors, used to trap herself in it. Noël remembered entering the realm a good couple of times, curiously watching the goddess, before returning - what she was doing here, in her solid form, she was unsure of. Hesitantly, she began slowly walking down the middle aisle, her heels clicking against the wood, echoing in the deafening silence; in the back of her mind, the Hydro Dragon wondered if she was dreaming or hallucinating.

@focalors-official ~

[dragonoflavender]

Noël crossed her arms and looked down, furrowing her eyebrows. "So even in death, you're not getting peace." She said partially to herself, more thoughtful than anything. "Alright, well... we'll find a way to get ourselves out of here, no worries. And then I'll take you to the nicest places in Fontaine." Noël half-joked, before growing thoughtful again.

"Mmm... Okay.. Are you actually dead? Is your heart beating at all? Maybe you're not dead but rather, uhh.. revived. It's a bit of a stretch, but I'm checking all of our possibilities here." The hydro dragon mused on and on, kicking her legs gently as she thought further.

After a moment, she turned again, smiling once more at Focalors. "Ah, but that's not such a bad thing. I'll have you know, actually, many people would pay good money to be stuck with me. So consider yourself lucky." She laughed right afterwards, now studying the details on the carpet.

Focalors, sat cross legged on the Opera Epiclese. Her arms were propped up on her knees and her fingers dug into her scalp, her pale blue hair becoming disheveled.

She needed to leave. She couldn’t leave. She wanted to leave. Should she leave?

Questions Focalors was left alone to ponder herself.

Furina- no, that hallucination of Furina, had disappeared a few days ago. And in that time, Focalors had pondered deeply at the mistakes of her past.

It was not helping her mental state.

Noël had to give her eyes a firm rub before she was ready to open them again, squinting against the white light she was met with. She placed her hand against the nearest wall, disoriented and unsure of where she was, feet stumbling and tripping over herself. She steadied herself again momentarily, this time adjusting and staying upwards, dusting off her clothing and hat slowly, before glancing around her environment.

She instantly recognized it; the Opera Epiclese, but not the one which everyone comes and goes to - but rather, the creation of the god Focalors, used to trap herself in it. Noël remembered entering the realm a good couple of times, curiously watching the goddess, before returning - what she was doing here, in her solid form, she was unsure of. Hesitantly, she began slowly walking down the middle aisle, her heels clicking against the wood, echoing in the deafening silence; in the back of her mind, the Hydro Dragon wondered if she was dreaming or hallucinating.

@focalors-official ~

[dragonoflavender]

"Hmm." Noël crossed her legs and tilted her head thoughtfully. "I doubt I was the first or last to be here, honestly. As a consciousness, it was easy to leave, but now, as a.. clump of cells. It wouldn't work; I don't believe so, anyway. Hmmmm," She furrowed her eyebrows and closed her eyes, thinking, "how did you end up here in the first place? And I'm talking about those 499 years ago, not the recent events. Maybe that'll give us some clues."

The dragon chuckled, turning to look away from the white abyss and instead smile at Focalors, "Buuuut, it seems that until we've found something out, you're stuck with me." She joked, glancing back at the area again to focus more on the chairs floating in place, watching them curiously.

Focalors, sat cross legged on the Opera Epiclese. Her arms were propped up on her knees and her fingers dug into her scalp, her pale blue hair becoming disheveled.

She needed to leave. She couldn’t leave. She wanted to leave. Should she leave?

Questions Focalors was left alone to ponder herself.

Furina- no, that hallucination of Furina, had disappeared a few days ago. And in that time, Focalors had pondered deeply at the mistakes of her past.

It was not helping her mental state.

Noël had to give her eyes a firm rub before she was ready to open them again, squinting against the white light she was met with. She placed her hand against the nearest wall, disoriented and unsure of where she was, feet stumbling and tripping over herself. She steadied herself again momentarily, this time adjusting and staying upwards, dusting off her clothing and hat slowly, before glancing around her environment.

She instantly recognized it; the Opera Epiclese, but not the one which everyone comes and goes to - but rather, the creation of the god Focalors, used to trap herself in it. Noël remembered entering the realm a good couple of times, curiously watching the goddess, before returning - what she was doing here, in her solid form, she was unsure of. Hesitantly, she began slowly walking down the middle aisle, her heels clicking against the wood, echoing in the deafening silence; in the back of her mind, the Hydro Dragon wondered if she was dreaming or hallucinating.

@focalors-official ~

[dragonoflavender]

Noël tilted her head, humming to herself as she thought of what to say to the broken ex goddess in front of her. She tapped her nails against the wood of the stage, finally speaking, "Yes, I do know you, princess, and it's no surprise that you don't know me." She said finally.

"You know of elemental beings. That's what I am, a small, mere elemental dragon born only a couple centuries ago. But before that, before I formed, I was just a consciousness, and I could go anywhere I so pleased. Including your little..." She glanced at the large sword, "...butcher house." Noël finally finished with a short chuckle, moving up to sit on the edge of the stage.

"You seem quite spooked. Do you need a hug or something?" That was only partially a joke, seeing as Focalors truly did seem shaken and scared. That was.. to be expected, of course.

Focalors, sat cross legged on the Opera Epiclese. Her arms were propped up on her knees and her fingers dug into her scalp, her pale blue hair becoming disheveled.

She needed to leave. She couldn’t leave. She wanted to leave. Should she leave?

Questions Focalors was left alone to ponder herself.

Furina- no, that hallucination of Furina, had disappeared a few days ago. And in that time, Focalors had pondered deeply at the mistakes of her past.

It was not helping her mental state.

Noël had to give her eyes a firm rub before she was ready to open them again, squinting against the white light she was met with. She placed her hand against the nearest wall, disoriented and unsure of where she was, feet stumbling and tripping over herself. She steadied herself again momentarily, this time adjusting and staying upwards, dusting off her clothing and hat slowly, before glancing around her environment.

She instantly recognized it; the Opera Epiclese, but not the one which everyone comes and goes to - but rather, the creation of the god Focalors, used to trap herself in it. Noël remembered entering the realm a good couple of times, curiously watching the goddess, before returning - what she was doing here, in her solid form, she was unsure of. Hesitantly, she began slowly walking down the middle aisle, her heels clicking against the wood, echoing in the deafening silence; in the back of her mind, the Hydro Dragon wondered if she was dreaming or hallucinating.

@focalors-official ~

[dragonoflavender]

Noël smiled and bowed her head towards Focalors, "Ahah, my name is Noël. And I know you, Madame Focalors, quite well might I add. I'm... uncertain of what I'm doing here now, however." She replied, rolling her eyes a little and placing her cheek on her palm. "And I had a plan for today, too! A very well thought out schedule! What a shame, hmph."

Noël's smile fell a little, and her attitude instantly turned a bit more gentle rather than the playfulness displayed earlier. "Didn't you put yourself here, dear?" She asked slowly, softly, frowning at Focalors a little bit. "I might be wrong however... After all, all I did was observe you but you didn't talk to yourself much either..." Noël muttered mostly to herself, furrowing her eyebrows.

Focalors, sat cross legged on the Opera Epiclese. Her arms were propped up on her knees and her fingers dug into her scalp, her pale blue hair becoming disheveled.

She needed to leave. She couldn’t leave. She wanted to leave. Should she leave?

Questions Focalors was left alone to ponder herself.

Furina- no, that hallucination of Furina, had disappeared a few days ago. And in that time, Focalors had pondered deeply at the mistakes of her past.

It was not helping her mental state.

Noël had to give her eyes a firm rub before she was ready to open them again, squinting against the white light she was met with. She placed her hand against the nearest wall, disoriented and unsure of where she was, feet stumbling and tripping over herself. She steadied herself again momentarily, this time adjusting and staying upwards, dusting off her clothing and hat slowly, before glancing around her environment.

She instantly recognized it; the Opera Epiclese, but not the one which everyone comes and goes to - but rather, the creation of the god Focalors, used to trap herself in it. Noël remembered entering the realm a good couple of times, curiously watching the goddess, before returning - what she was doing here, in her solid form, she was unsure of. Hesitantly, she began slowly walking down the middle aisle, her heels clicking against the wood, echoing in the deafening silence; in the back of her mind, the Hydro Dragon wondered if she was dreaming or hallucinating.

@focalors-official ~

[dragonoflavender]

Noël's eyes glanced around as she slowly descended down the aisle, tapping her nails against the plush seats she passed by. Not much has changed since her last visit a couple hundred years ago. Noël glanced at the stage, her eyes falling on a familiar figure - ah, yes, the Hydro Archon herself, now stripped of her divine title. Noël chuckled, picking up the pace down the aisle.

"Oh, good, it's you. Hello!" She called out as she reached the stage, crossing her arms over it and smiling charmingly at Focalors, tilting her head. "..You, ah- wouldn't happen to know a way out, would you, Madame?"

Focalors, sat cross legged on the Opera Epiclese. Her arms were propped up on her knees and her fingers dug into her scalp, her pale blue hair becoming disheveled.

She needed to leave. She couldn’t leave. She wanted to leave. Should she leave?

Questions Focalors was left alone to ponder herself.

Furina- no, that hallucination of Furina, had disappeared a few days ago. And in that time, Focalors had pondered deeply at the mistakes of her past.

It was not helping her mental state.

Noël had to give her eyes a firm rub before she was ready to open them again, squinting against the white light she was met with. She placed her hand against the nearest wall, disoriented and unsure of where she was, feet stumbling and tripping over herself. She steadied herself again momentarily, this time adjusting and staying upwards, dusting off her clothing and hat slowly, before glancing around her environment.

She instantly recognized it; the Opera Epiclese, but not the one which everyone comes and goes to - but rather, the creation of the god Focalors, used to trap herself in it. Noël remembered entering the realm a good couple of times, curiously watching the goddess, before returning - what she was doing here, in her solid form, she was unsure of. Hesitantly, she began slowly walking down the middle aisle, her heels clicking against the wood, echoing in the deafening silence; in the back of her mind, the Hydro Dragon wondered if she was dreaming or hallucinating.

@focalors-official ~

[dragonoflavender]

Focalors, sat cross legged on the Opera Epiclese. Her arms were propped up on her knees and her fingers dug into her scalp, her pale blue hair becoming disheveled.

She needed to leave. She couldn’t leave. She wanted to leave. Should she leave?

Questions Focalors was left alone to ponder herself.

Furina- no, that hallucination of Furina, had disappeared a few days ago. And in that time, Focalors had pondered deeply at the mistakes of her past.

It was not helping her mental state.

Noël had to give her eyes a firm rub before she was ready to open them again, squinting against the white light she was met with. She placed her hand against the nearest wall, disoriented and unsure of where she was, feet stumbling and tripping over herself. She steadied herself again momentarily, this time adjusting and staying upwards, dusting off her clothing and hat slowly, before glancing around her environment.

She instantly recognized it; the Opera Epiclese, but not the one which everyone comes and goes to - but rather, the creation of the god Focalors, used to trap herself in it. Noël remembered entering the realm a good couple of times, curiously watching the goddess, before returning - what she was doing here, in her solid form, she was unsure of. Hesitantly, she began slowly walking down the middle aisle, her heels clicking against the wood, echoing in the deafening silence; in the back of her mind, the Hydro Dragon wondered if she was dreaming or hallucinating.

@focalors-official ~

[dragonoflavender]

„ And whom might you be..? Step forward, please..~!”

Noël;

- Noël is an elemental dragon of the hydro element; she bears a striking resemblance to Neuvillette but they are nothing alike. While Noël is an Elemental Dragon, she is not the Sovereign, and honestly could not even compare. She is an elemental being like any other, simply having manifested into the form of a dragon

- Despite this, there are many visible similarities; hair color, eyes and the shape of them, they both have a taller height (Noël is 5'11"/180 cm) and a typically serious expression worn

- Her horns, another thing which is strikingly similar to Neuvillette, are more violet in color rather than blue; but her hydro abilities are the typical blue

- Personality wise, Noël has spent a lot of time mingling with all sorts of peoples, so while she is serious, she is easygoing at the same time, and good at having conversations with due to her nonjudgmental nature and greater knowledge - she is sociable but not without her worries, and unlike Neuvillette, she can preform a speech or stand in the spotlight, but simply... prefers not to. She has a dry sense of humor and uses sarcasm with closer people who she knows will not get offended, but typically with strangers and acquaintances, she is polite and easygoing. She cares not about the stares of others, or how others look themselves, and she does not get offended easily.

- She becomes surprisingly silly under stressful situations, though, laughing and joking a lot - probably to reassure both herself and those around her

- Noël is an early bird, and spends her mornings taking walks in the forests or along the beaches before heading off to work; she enjoys the various sights and smells, and even after so many centuries, she can never get enough of them

- She manifested completely as a draconic human around 2 centuries after Furina "Ascended" and Neuvillette joined humanity, so she bore witness to all of the events leading up, but did not have a body or voice herself.

- At first, her presence was quite unwelcome but if Neuvillette could fit in, then so could she; and it only took about a couple of decades for the charismatic, charming dragon to fit right in

- She leans both ways, but slightly more towards women; she tends to very accidentally flirt sometimes, without even realizing it, which is both a blessing and a curse at times.

- she knows of the oceanids, and of Focalors, since she had been watching for so many centuries, manifesting and manifesting..

- she was a bit spooked by Neuvillette at first because she feared her presence would be unwelcome, or declined, but they get along quite well; sometimes she comes to his office to assist in his work, being quite familiar with it, and sometimes she tells him to rest or get some sleep while she does it

- She also wanted to avoid Furina at first too, thinking that their personalities would clash in all of the wrong ways possible, but over time their brief meetings turned more proper as she and Furina got along; sometimes they do silly pranks together, usually with Noël slipping away near the end so that she wouldn't be seen doing it (the traitor)

- With Focalors, it is... complicated; the only place she had a voice before her formation was in realms such as Focalors' limbo; she'd visit at times - this didn't get in the way of the ultimate plan, luckily, as Noël didn't have a solid form quite yet

(I will add more if I think of it; thank you for reading if you got this far! I look forward to roleplaying! ^^)

(Ref image; will add a better one when I have the time!)

[dragonoflavender]

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[dragonoflavender]

starter call !

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is open to everybody, including ocs! but please do specify if you'd like the interaction to be outside the bubble or inside of it.

[dragonoflavender]

„ Raise your heads, my dears~! For I am one of you..~!”

Welcome~! This is a roleplay blog, primarily for my dear OC, Noël

Muses;

- Noël, a girlfailure Dragon of the Hydro Element, close with Neuvillette and the Hydro Archons (Furina & Focalors) - she/her

- Fox, (My persona, used moreso in romantic roleplays or vents) - he/she

- Leona, a sassy dog hybrid who gets in the way of a lot of things (goon core fr) - he/them

There will probably be more~! I also roleplay as Genshin Impact characters (Primarily from Fontaine, but others as well)

rules;

- Be respectful!

- Nothing heavy or gorey

- Nothing romantic without some sort of buildup

- I don't roleplay physical fighting! Just calm stuff, even if it's sad or angry

Other stuff;

Responses will either be really slow or really fast, depends on the time & day, and I expect more than 3 sentences in response!

I get socially awkward so I'd prefer it if people started the roleplay instead of myself ^^'

Thank you! Please please please respect those rules, yourself/other people, and me!

Noël tag - #The Dragon stands; Noël speaks

Fox tag - #Tears fall; Fox leads

Leona - #Playtime~; Leona's ready!