#((to think. this all started cause of that one pic in fe-media))

[aglaean]

It was the burden of great people to be eternally subject to the hungry gaze of the public. This exchange: notoriety for nigh constant observation was the closest L’Arachel would ever come to any sort of infernal bargaining, and she endured the trade with her usual poise. After all, it was imperative that her name resound from all four corners of the land! 

As such, when her admirers first began to encroach upon her precious time, she had thought little of it. This was evidently the natural progression, the inevitable conclusion of prolongued exposure to her splendid visage. Frankly, she had almost been offended that swathes of the enamoured masses hadn’t began to emerge sooner! She supposed that her arrival’s inopportune coincidance with some of the worst weather she’d ever had the displeasure of experiencing was more of a distraction than she’d anticipated. Now, it seemed finally, the students of Garreg Mach had come to their senses. 

For a time, she had basked in the rays of their adoration; revelled, with perhaps a bit too much gratification in the flushed cheeks and shy, tremulous fascination. But, the moment she realised this adoration was one that would almost always be done from a remove; hunched over opportune corners - pedestal-esque yearning, that could only love from afar - the whole affair lost any enticement. She had no time for bated breath and surpressed ardour. These hands that reached for her, but never touched, that shyed away from her like her skin was corrosive… it was a feverish reverance even the most devout of Rausten’s church couldn’t produce. And, to her increasing frustration, any attempts at assurances of her mortality (hard, she knew, as it was to believe) were met with blank nods, glazed eyes that somehow held their focus onto, and looked through her at the exact same time. 

Eyes, that were a bit too dialated for her liking, now that she was dwelling on the topic.

Whilst admiration, love, respect, and all the many accolades she was worthy of were not abnormal, she was certain that there was something malicious behind this blind esteem. The time had arisen: she must put her almighty intellect to task and find the root of the issue! 

Whilst not qualified in any way, shape, or form - denied a chance of taking on what this land called Reason magic, under Uncle’s care because of apparent concerns of “irreperable damages” - to formulate any sort of experiments, the idea tickled L’Arachel.

It did not please her following, who were currently trailing after her, and doing their level best to prevent any affordance of isolation. In her efforts to be rid of the mob, she found herself outside, near the stables.

‘Ah, what do you know, this looks like my next class! Farewell!’ She yelps, sprinting for her way out. Slamming shut the door to the stables, there is an immediate richochet of knocks, voices crying out for their darling Princess.

Were she not horrified, she might have been flattered.

Okay, a small part of her simpered ever so slightly under the attention. She could only linger on this for so long though. There was no denying she was a mighty personage, but her arms were straining to hold them off. Plus, she needed time to do all the stuff she saw mages in Magvel do. Make (what had Lute called them?) hindpotmesses? That didn’t sound right, but she would work on it with fervour.

Glancing frantically around for something to hold the door shut, her eyes land on a man tending to one of the horses. ‘Aid me! I have experiments to perform!’ She declares, her eyes gleaming at the prospects such experimentation entailed. 

[@sayhwaet]

love is in the air? WRONG. gas leak

A troublemaker has emerged amidst Garreg Mach, declaring themselves the Angel of Love! They are the master of the hit and run, shooting comically cutesy arrows at unsuspecting people, trying to orchestrate budding romances with their masterful aim! Some say their love shots are the real deal, while others complain that they’re a menace to public safety. Whatever your opinion, their infamy grows evermore now that they’ve opened up requests! Write in the person you want shot and the person you want them to fall in love with, and if you get a calling card from Angel, then your request is accepted. Just how long will this go on? [Grants Bow +1]