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"Is that truly why you think we're here, Marni?" Zephia sneers down at the girl, trying to bury away remaining affection that she may have held for her. Just because that was what Mauiver had told her to do, did not mean it was the only thing.

"Or do you all just think me not kind enough to want to help?" She feigns a sorrowful expression, before starting to laugh, "I mean, we do not even have a full grasp on their situation here. They can't exactly... talk if they are so injured."

And she needed them to talk, if she were to be able to acquire their little experiment here for her benefactors. It certainly would not do her well to return empty handed. Beyond wanting to acquire this power for those aforementioned benefactors though, Zephia herself was quite curious. No one could blame her for that, could they?

"If you wish to dig about in the rubble all day, then by all means, don't let me stop you. I, however, do wish be finding some answers, at some point." She leans down, idly picking up a charred piece of rock and throwing it a few times between her hands. Not for no reason, of course, though it may have certainly looked like that. Magic still remained, left behind in the ruins of the failed experiment. Not enough to get a clear idea of what had happened without talking to someone, but enough to know that the spell that had caused all of this had been devasting - even if she had not already known that information beforehand.

She sighs, moving to lean against a piece of wall that remained (somehow) standing amongst the rubble. She waves a hand lazily in Griss' direction, gesturing towards Marni and her sad little attempt to clean up all of that debris by herself. Zephia almost felt bad, just almost. Not enough to go help with her own hands, of course, but just barely bad enough to direct Griss to help her. The faster it was done, the faster she would be able to focus on her true intentions here. And time was something that she did so hate to waste.

Broken Pieces Never Fit Again [Four Hounds]

Fracture | Faith +1

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"Don't talk back to me. If anything that for sure makes you the fool." Was she not the one in charge of this mission? (Though that certainly made those at the monastery trusting her with something so... serious quite the fools indeed. She certainly had no intention of returning with the weapons and giving them to her employers from the light.)

Heels click against the stone of the alleyway, a return to form slinking about in the shadows coming easily back to her. She would be all too eager to destroy the little operation they were after, once they found it of course. Zephia did not care if her knightly companion would be inclined to agree with that approach, because he would have no say in the matter. Not that she would care to obey if he did.

"Hmph. Does such a noble knight not question what a woman like myself would want out of this? Or do you simply... yearn for the bloodshed as well? I do not intend to leave a single one of those arm dealers alive, once we are to find them. Such little rats, scampering around where they don't belong should be... exterminated."

As if she was any better. Once the clearing of the den was done, she would provide her more... secretive employers with the weapons, a mere price to pay for being able to continue her work. But what did this man want out of this? Zephia was all too curious to find out.

The Role Assigned to Me Was a Villain, Hated by All

Reason +1

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Zephia pauses in shock for a moment, staring down at the small girl. She was not human, but oddly enough, she did not seem to know what she was. Zephia frowns, twirling a long stand of hair idly in her finger as she contemplated what to say. Was it not obvious to anyone else that this girl had some sort of divinity? Even herself? Zephia would have thought that not noticing such a thing about your own soul would rest well within the realm of impossible.

"Mn. Yes, I am... not from Fodlan, but it will remain my home for the forseeable future." Not as if she had anything waiting for her back in Elyos anyway. Not that she ever wished to return there.

"As for what... I am a mage dragon of some renown in my homeland. Not as if such a thing means anything here in Fodlan, but I still wish to remain proud of such lineage."

the enemy teaching you

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Zephia clicks her tongue softly in annoyance. She had rather hoped that the crowd gathered would have a bit more of a reaction. Or that they would at least be convinced that standing around talking about for all eternity wasn't going to provide any concrete results.

"Well, for starters, a little less talking about the situation would do a little good." She towers over Sephiran, hand on her hip as she cocked it to one side. They just kept arguing and arguing around in circles (in that odd little way that humans did), and by the end of this, they would all probably just go home in disappointment and stew while doing nothing about it.

"Is my opinion already not quite... clear? Must I repeat it again to get it through to you?" She had already been annoyed, but she was beginning to lean closer and closer to being truly angry. Lightning crackles at the tips of her fingers as her annoyance continues to grow. At this rate, she would much rather kill all of the villagers than listen to them continue to argue. If all of them were dead, there would be no argument about which deserved the water - or whatever this squabble was about in the first place.

"Is it that hard to make a decision anyway? Just pick one and be done with it. Does it even matter?"

Water you doing

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"Human?" Zephia scoffs. If this girl could see her, and still think that she was anywhere close to human, then she must have been more daft than Zephia orignally thought, "I am about as far from human as one could get." She would far outlive most of the humans that she could think of, especially after being revived by the power of the Agarthans. (Which she could certainly argue brought even further away from being considered even close to human.)

"I have never seen a human with horns myself, and I have lived for a... terribly long time. I believe it simply must not be possible, dear." With how divine this girl seemed, she most likely wasn't human either. They could have that at least in common in their misunderstanding of humanity.

"You're not human either, are you? I would not believe that you possibly could be. Am I... right in that assumption?

the enemy teaching you

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No matter where you go, everyone seems convinced that these are unsafe times and everyone wants a little extra security— some want it directly in their hands even. It’s no shock then that there are rumors of an arms dealer smuggling weapons through the port. If left unchecked, something could happen between civilians or worse, all these weapons could be used to outfit a nearby noble’s independent army, giving an opportunity for a more widespread assault. Finding out where these weapons are coming from and who they’re going to might be in the continent’s best interest then. [Grants Reason +1]

Zephia sulks between dark alleys in the port town, a not so little shadow along with her. Fine, so they wanted her to uncover this arms dealer and accquire the weapons for them. That was fine. She could do that. It was simple, truly, compared to many of the things that she had done for her Lord Sombron.

However, what she truly dislikes is the man who she has dragged along with her, out of the pretense of needing someone else on such an... important mission. She had not been truly paying attention when picking her companion, just grabbing the first knight she had seen and going before anyone else could complain or stop her.

She had certainly not anticipated how... rancid his aura would end up being though. She's almost tempted to go back to the monastery, and find a new partner. But she is too stubborn to even think of doing so, so she is stuck with him. Perhaps she shall be able to find an excuse to get rid of him. For now though, she had to focus on finding those weapons. It would not do her... well to disappoint her masters in this world.

She stares down at the man, magenta eyes boring into his own cerulean ones. And she humphs softly to herself, creeping further into the alleyway while gesturing for him to follow. "Come now. We don't have any time to waste, darling."

@knighteclipsed

The Role Assigned to Me Was a Villain, Hated by All

Reason +1

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Zephia pauses to think for a moment, wondering silently about this man's country. Perhaps mage meant something different there than it did within Elyos. Of course, there were human mages, but they occupied an entirely different space than the mage dragons that had once been.

"I suppose the closest would be magic of our own making," She pauses, letting lightning crack idly at the tips of her fingers as a small showing her capabilities, "Latent magic runs through our veins from the very moment we are born. It is an inherent mastery of magic without even needing to train. Unlike human mages."

"Does that perhaps make more sense to you?"

“Mage… dragons?” Dheginsea’s brow furrowed as he squinted at her. Not out of any scour or scrutiny but rather, out of puzzlement. For Dheginsea could not fathom a laguz using beorc magic of any kind. Let alone a whole lineage...

Perhaps, in Elyos, the term ‘mage’ is one used to describe those with an affinity to magic of one’s own kind. Surely she was referring to this… and not that of the beorc invented one. Surely… right?

“Could you clarify what you mean by mage? In Tellius, it’s not a term… associated with us laguz. So I am unsure if you mean magic of our own kind or magic of, what most here refer to as, humans…?”

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Zephia does not hold herself back from bursting into laughter, the magenta tassels hanging from her horns swaying in the breeze as she titled her head back. This girl was truly strange.

"It's not a piece of headwear, dear," She gestures towards the horns that decorate her head. She presumes they were not there when she was born, and simply grew in as she aged, but she did not have enough memories of her early childhood to say for certain. Nor did she remember if this trait had been unique in her village or not, "They are simply a part of my body. Not so easily removed as a piece of clothing or the... like." She swats at one of the tassels, like some of the playful cats at the monastery liked to if she knelt beside them as she passed, still chuckling softly to herself.

"Why... whatever made you think it was some sort of trend? Do you see anyone else around with anything of this manner? Or is it something more... mysterious?" She frowns, still unsure why the idea of this girl felt familiar. It felt as though she should be doing something with her (of the variety of her... other employers), but she was completely unsure as to what.

"Perhaps you do not... understand humanity?" The little girl did seem terribly divine in one or another. Zephia swore silently to herself that she would get some sort of answer as to what sort of divinity by the end of this little chat. She would be entirely unsatisfied if she did not.

the enemy teaching you

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Zephia wonders: how long had it truly been since she hatched Cherche's egg with her own two hands? Certainly a great multitude of years. Cherche was certainly not young, but she was nowhere near the end of her lifespan either. Middle-aged, at best. The old girl was not as rambunctious as she had once been in her youth, experienced and having seen many battles during her time with Zephia.

(It was easier to care for her at times than anything else. A purpose, something to care about - long before Griss (and the other Hounds) had been there, long before they were even born - other than a wholeheartedly loyalty to a Lord who had not even been within the living world at the time.)

"A break would be lovely, dearest." She smiles down at the redhead, keeping a careful eye on their surroundings even as she walks to the clearing, leaves crunching underneath her feet. Cherche - ever the obdient girl - also stays on alert, sticking close to Zephia as she took a seat upon the stump of a fallen tree.

"Ah. Say, have you heard the... rumors? Of petty thieves and ruffians making trouble in this area? I suppose we should stay on guard, even as we rest."

wyvern ladies on rampage | Zephia & Minerva

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"For you, my lady." Sigurd presented the tray to the woman before him with a bow. The platter is displayed with a variety of finely roasted poultry meats, cooked in a traditional Chalphy style of one-within-the-other. The skin of the turkey is crispy, and the fats from the duck have marinated both the chicken within and the turkey without. There are cloves and lemon slices studding the plate, combining to form a melange of rich flavors. The choice of which piece to take is up to the feaster – there is plenty to go around!

He did not know this woman - not intimately, although she had approached him once before, long ago after the Battle of Eagle and Lion. If his memory was fresh and fuzzy as peach skin then, then what he has gained since formed a static around his mind. Still, he recalled her, thanks in no small part to the curved moon horns ornamenting her crown.

"I must thank you for coming, my lady. We may not be friends at this moment, but I have seen you move around the party. You are striking, if I may say, and the respect you command is admirable. I hope this, and everything else, has been satisfactory, and that you've enjoyed your time this evening."

"My, my, you're quite the sweet talker, aren't you Lord Sigurd?" Zephia was familiar with his visage, as the emblem Sigurd. It was rather odd to her, to have made his acquaintence here at the academy. The real thing was quite different from the silent emblem she had grown used to. Though, would that not be the case with any of the emblems?

"Your own presence is quite palpable." She smirks, tapping her fingers idly against her arm. If the real Sigurd was even half as strong as the emblem, then he would certainly command her respect.

"Thank you for hosting, my lord. It was quite... enjoyable."

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"Important... yes I suppose it may have been once." Zephia can only vaguely recall her mother, through blurry memories long left to rot and moments that she didn't care to remember. (Sometimes there was a longing in her chest, for the family that she had lost. To feel that love that was now foreign to her again. She tries to ignore that longing, to the best of her ability.)

Zephia smiles as Freyja lights the oven, a small hum of approval escaping her lips. "I could have done that dear. I do not fear being burned." Her talents laid much more with the crackling of thunder, but fire was not an abstract concept to her. Magic came far too easily to her anyway.

She grabs a small, rather dented bowl - nothing seemed to be in perfect shape down here, but she didn't mind all that much - tossing her dry ingredients inside and beginning to mix them.

"You mentioned being a mother to some children. Was it that you were simply taking care of them, or was there... more to it?" Freyja's words had almost reminded her of her own dear little hounds, the children - excluding Mauvier, because he was far from being anything close to her child - that she had cared for so dearly. Perhaps Freyja had once been similar to her.

Welcome to Food Network, We Are Going to Kill You

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(Baldr's Bounty ask!)

How intriguing, Sara muses. All sorts of interesting beings had deigned to gather for the evening.

This one, however, is dangerous in the way of poisonous fauna decorated in bright patterns and inviting colors that command attention. Enchanting like the ephemeral apparitions conjured from the oldest tomes. She reaches forward merely to pat an arm and retracts her touch as though burned when skin meets skin.

"Ah, because of your beauty, I mistook you for a spirit." Something bound to an ancient book and summoned by powerful mages. "You have that aura about you certainly. I sense formidable magic."

"A spirit? My, how flattering." Zephia smirks down at the girl, though for once she does not mean (much) ill will. It's rather cute, actually, that this young maiden would think her so worthy of complimenting in such a manner.

"You would not be incorrect to assume that I am one of formidable magic," If there was anything about herself that Zephia was proud of above all else, it would most certainly be the magic that she had honed over thousands of years. She'd had more time to perfect her craft than any human could even dream of, "I am a mage of... some renown in my homeland. It pleases me that you would be able to recognize that. You must have some... talent of your own, my dear."

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"Rude? Me? Never." Zephia says, smirking. Not that she cared what this little boy ended up thinking of her by the end of this. She was simply not in the mood to be lectured by mere babies compared to her.

"... My village is gone." There is no need to say more, if this child has any ounce of brain in his head, it would easy enough to infer what she meant from her words. There had been other mage dragons, of course, like Lady Veyle's mother, but she had never felt a sense of kinship with them, not truly. (Not in the way that she wanted.)

"It does not bother me though, that I may be the last of my kind in this world. It is meaningless to not just live instead of being weighed down by guilt that you are alive and other such useless feelings."

Shy Away

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The idea of a country inhabited solely and competely by dragons was fascinating. She had no memory anymore if Gradlon had once been like that, not that it mattered anyway.

"Mm. So your home is gone as well." Not that Zephia held any nostalgia or lingering regret for the village of her childhood. It was long gone, thousands of years in her past. (She wished she could forget entirely, that she had once had a true family, even if she could no longer remember what their love had felt like. She didn't need such feelings in her life anyway.)

"Zephia," she swirls her cup around casually, staring down at the wine inside it, "I have no... fancy title, but my lineage comes from that of powerful mage dragons."

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"I am from Goldoa, a country of dragons. Within the continent of Tellius. Though, I've only lived the majority of my life there..." He paused for a moment. Looking down at the dark beverage he held. Stirring it in contemplation.

"I was born elsewhere. Somewhere that's been swept deep within the ocean for several centuries now." He took a brief sip, His face remained neutral. As if a past tragedy was a simple fact and nothing more to him in this conversation.

"I am Dheginsea, The first and former king of Goldoa. And, you?" He looked at her expectantly. For It did not fail his notice that she had not mentioned her name yet...

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"Ah. That obvious huh?" Of course it was obvious, she wasn't an idiot. It was impossible for her to hide the horns that sprouted from her head ever since she had been a little girl. She sits by the fire, long legs crossed casually over one another.

"I do not know if you've ever heard of Elyos. But I am from a... small village in Elusia." She smirks around her cup, not making any effort to hide anything.

"And yourself, my good sir?"

Mulled Wine and Hot Cocoa - They say there’s nothing like sharing a warm drink by the fire the shake off any holiday ennui you might have. So grab a mug and a buddy, and toast to the quiet moments.

The fireplace Dheginsea stood by crackled and popped. Its warm light bridging the silent space between him and the one who had sought him out.

He did not need to see her horns to know that she was of the laguz. To sense that she was a dragon. Conversely, he had no doubt that she knew this of him as well. For she had approached and tapped him on his shoulder- A feat not many had dared to do. Holding a glint to her eyes, and a beverage in one hand.

Dheginsea had been intrigued by her approach. So, when she gave a simple gesture with her other hand. Dheginsea had obliged and followed. Grabbing a drink of his own on the way to where they were now.

“I did not expect to meet other dragons here…” His voice, a low rumble tinged with amusement, waved away the silence the fireplace had sheltered. “If you do not mind, I would like to know from where you hail, before you reveal why you’ve requested of me.”