#Aelwyn abernant

[remidyal]

I really need more details in these last few episodes about how everyone in Mordred is dealing with there suddenly being not just a prickly librarian but also fifteen cats suddenly living there.

Aelwyn is taking the bottom bunk, presumably, because Adaine will otherwise have a dozen or more cats crawling over her as she trances.

[purrassicjet]

"We'd love to have you, Aelwyn :)" <- manipulative (affectionate)

[red-wood-and-cedar]

Okok once again rewatching Fantasy High Sophomore Years finale and god the parallels between Aelwyn and Adaine with Galicaea and Cassandra??

Galicaea, the prim and proper older sister, perfectly poised upon first meeting, tasked with all important things and never questioning anything.

Galicaea, who hates so deeply that wild side of her that isn’t prim and proper and perfect.

Aelwyn, who has been filled with self hatred for her actions against Adaine since she was young.

Galicaea, who is perfect because her followers made her perfect.

Aelwyn, who is perfect because her parents leave her no other choice.

Cassandra, the younger sister who was cast out of the main picture and left to fester in her anger.

Adaine struggling with her anger and her rage and her confusion and her anxiety and only meeting shut doors and dismissing scoffs.

Until, Adaine met The Bad Kids.

Until Cassandra had Kristen.

[mulligans-tavern]

Wait, how does the justice system work in Fallinel?

So, it's been confirmed by Brennan that elves in Spyre are immortal when they live in their homeland. This means that prison sentences in Fallinel are inherently useless - put Telemaine in jail for 1000 years and he'll come out the other side and say "hello again, tell me, what is fleek these days?"

The only confirmed method of punishment is Aelwyn and Adaine's incarceration during Sophomore Year, the magical equivalent of a torture chamber. To avoid this, Aelwyn goes into hiding in Solace - therefore losing her immortality (unless maybe she lives in the ruins of the Abernant home, which is politically Fallinel soil).

So, are all elven criminals punished by brutal multiple-year torture sessions? Did Jænn Væljænn spend 19 years sleepless in an orb for stealing a loaf of lembas?

Or, does Fallinel deprive its criminals of their right to life, by banishing them from their homeland and taking away their immortal lifespan?

I mean. I guess Fallinel probably doesn't have elven rights coded into their Dancers' Constitution. But still. It's kinda fucked up.

[honeyhauntart]

aelwyn my beloved

[angelwiththeblue-box]

on religion

Blood flecks off of Kristen’s bracelets, the charms that she and the other Bad Kids had picked out one day, stringing beads and thread together to create friendship bracelets. 

There’s blood on her bracelets, blood staining the colors and drying on her skin. She shakes her wrists aimlessly, trying to get the blood off but it’s dried, it’s there, it’s not her blood it’s Buddy’s. 

Her friends are asleep on the train. Fig and Gorgug are fast asleep, leaning on each other in the seats across from her. Fabian is stretched across a row of seats, snoring softly. 

Adaine sits next to her, her eyes unfocused. Kristen can’t tell if she’s trancing or not, but she doesn’t want to disturb Adaine if she is. 

Fig had texted Sandra Lynn that they won the Last Stand and that they were coming home. She didn’t say anything other than that, the six of them figured they should tell Jawbone and Sandra Lynn in person. 

Cool hands slip into hers and Kristen jolts, looking over to meet Adaine’s eyes. 

“I could feel you thinking.” Adaine whispers. Her eyes flick down to Kristen’s bracelets and she casts Prestidigitation, the blood disappearing as quickly as it appeared. 

Her bracelets look good as new, as she jangles them once to make sure they’re back to normal, it feels like shackles removed and she drops onto Adaine’s shoulder, like strings cut all the energy keeping her up since six yesterday morning gone. 

Adaine shifts, moving her arm to wrap around Kristen, stroking up and down her arm, casting Prestidigitation, removing more of the blood as she starts to sing softly, an old Elven lullaby that Kristen remembered hearing Aelwyn singing on the trip back from the Nightmare Forest, all of them exhausted and dirty, piled on top of each other in Tracker’s Moon Haven. She wondered how Tracker was, after they all left Falinell. Kristen hasn’t texted, but she wants to. She doesn’t want to bother Tracker, though, and if another cleric dies because of her- 

Kristen isn’t alone, but sometimes she feels alone, even with Adaine’s arm around her shoulder and her face in the crook of Adaine’s neck. 

Cassandra? I don’t know if you can hear me, but I wanted to let you know that we’re okay, and we’re trying to help you. We’re going to help you, and your wife, and everything will be okay, because it has to be. 

Kristen’s eyes close as Adaine continues to sing, the occasional movement of the train sending her in and out of sleep until Riz wakes them all up an hour later as they reach their stop, pulling out files from his briefcase and spreading them out on the deserted train station. Kristen’s paying attention, but just barely, the cold of her energy drink seeping into her fingers and spreading deeper. She yawns and rests her head on Gorgug’s shoulder, content to sit back and let Adaine and Riz talk it out. 

Adaine’s lullaby plays in her head and she struggles to keep her eyes open, the sky turning from a dark blue to purple as the sun rises.

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[thistlefaethfort]

YELLOW

— read this first or this might not make sense!

— ao3 link!

If Sandra Lynn had her way, the Solesian Rangers work schedule would be a little more focused on rest and recovery, but she couldn’t really complain about the leniency the organisation had for people with families at home. No one had been more quick to sign off on her time off requests than her manager, she knew that Sandra Lynn was competent enough to catch up as quickly as needed. In a few months, she thought she would probably offer her the role herself. Today though, she finished up at lunch time and arrived home, shoulders weary with the weight of yellow paint cans.

It was a buttery, blonde colour that made her itchy to look at. It was the colour of Baxter’s feathers when they were downy and he was so young that sometimes she let him sleep at the foot of her bed, even on the nights Fig had crawled in between her and Gilear. It was something warm that got sharp late in the day, when the sun settled on it low in the sky late in the afternoon. Like milk poured in a sweet honey tea. It was golden and there were enough cans of it left on the shelf that Sandra Lynn thought people probably underestimated it. She thought it would make the chapel look like a bedroom.

It took her a handful of hours to painstakingly move everything away from the walls: the bedframe, the posters, the duffel bag that she point blank refused to look at for longer than a few seconds at a time — just in case. Once everything was piled up in the centre and covered with a tarp, Sandra Lynn put on an old shirt that was probably not hers but had ended up in her closet anyway and pulled out her brushes from under the sink. She washed the walls, scrubbed at them until dust stopped falling from the stone, and stared at the stained glass for long enough that the sun shifted to glare back through the angel's golden halo.

Then the door opened further across the house and she grinned to herself; it was easier now, to breathe knowing all the kids were safe under her roof, because she knew they were taking care of each other. There was no reason to hover around all the places her adopted and not yet adopted kids might be, because she was trying to trust that they would come to her if they needed a mom, or an adult, or a squirrel killer. Sandra Lynn could try to trust them for that. Fabian yelled something and Jawbone howled in a way that usually meant hang tight. Aelwyn spoke and there was a higher pitched response in that oh so similar Fallinel accent that was getting fainter as the two disappeared up the stairs. Fig cackled and there was the sound of at least four footsteps pounding across the house to where she knew her girl kept her guitar. She was distracted, not noticing when her final kid reappearing home for the day emerged through the door to her room.

It took a lot of effort not to jump and drop the paintbrush when Kristen’s voice, muffled by what looked like a fistful of popcorn that sprayed halfway across the room when she said ‘thandragh thlinn?’ Maybe time had gotten away from her, because she hadn’t expected for the girl to see the room until it was done, and her mind had already sprinted away to try and figure out if any beds were going spare tonight or if they should set up the den sleepover style. Pointedly, she didn’t think about how rare a night was where she didn’t hear light footsteps pattering about the house in the early hours. When everyone was home, there were ten kids with their own bedrooms (except for Adaine who let her sister share), and all of them were traumatised. They were good to each other though, and on the nights she thought the awake one might need a hug or a mug of tea, there was always a second teenager perched next to them; eyes blurry with sleep but risen for their friend anyway. She must have been quiet too long, because the voice started again, clear now, ‘are you painting in here? Did I forget you were doing this? I’m sorry —’ Sandra Lynn cut her off ‘ — I was wrong. Kristen I was wrong to put you in here and now the house is filling up and I don’t have a different room for you, so I picked up some paint,’ her fingers spasmed. It had been a bad, thoughtless call at the time. Kristen had grown up groomed and hurt by a church and she had to be reminded of every time she went to bed or woke up, and now she was sleeping in it alone, without even a God to pray goodnight to. She picked up one of the cans and showed her the colour, a glob hitting the tarp she had laid down over the old wood floors, and tried for a smile, ‘yellow, but not as bright as your tracksuit.’

Much to Sandra Lynn’s horror (because her shirt was covered in paint and her kid was wearing something other then that tracksuit for once and she would do anything to encourage her to wear other things as often as possible), Kristen’s eyes started to shine and her shoulders sagged. The woman dodged drips of paint and made her way to the girl, squeezing her shoulder hard enough to drag her back to earth. Her voice cracked and suddenly Sandra Lynn didn’t know whether or not she was going to cry herself, but she did laugh, just a little and quietly. ‘You got some muscle going kid, you sure you don’t wanna join the ranger track?’ She asked, mostly joking but not all the way. All of her Bad Kids were going to excel at whatever it was they chose to do in the end, but she hoped they thrived as a group first, she hoped they did whatever they wanted and it never hurt. Her smile grew a little bittersweet and she hoped Kristen didn’t catch it as she reminded herself that that was never how an adventurer’s story ended.

She offered out a paintbrush, ‘you gonna help me finish these last few walls or are you crashing at someone else’s room tonight?’

[kai-the-first]

i love aelwyn so much

[astrolamia]

Does Aelwyn basically need British banter to be comfy but lives with a bunch of nice people who don't get it (they're trying)...lmao. Just thought of this.

[xiewho]

i WILL take any excuse i have to draw the abernant sisters Btw

[starstruckodysseys]

new reaction image just dropped

[jq37]

In episode one of Fantasy High, Adaine casts Tasha's Hideous Laughter on Aelwyn and Aelwyn not only makes her save but reverses it onto Adaine. Eleven episodes later, Adaine casts Tasha's on Aelwyn as the final blow to defeat her in an all out battle and thoroughly embarrass her in front of all of her peers.

Now, Adaine casts the same spell on Aelwyn as a bit of good natured teasing and Aelwyn elects to fail the save.

Aelwyn might not want to heal as fast as Jawbone wants but she IS healing. They both are!

[acourtoffeyandfables]

How do you make fun of wizards? Call them a jock

[star-wrld]

the implications of aelwyn making BANK working for kipperlilly is cracking me up. ms copperkettle is dishing out large amounts of money to hire known scammers and conmen so she can win this election and kristen may still beat her just because she did a cool trick at a party

[heckblade]

the mordred manor sisters ribbing each other playfully, doing catty annoying sibling shit and laughing about it together makes me fucking CRY. like all four of these girls, in their own ways, have struggled with feeling rejected by their blood family, the fact that they get to have that experience with the family they built is just. everything. please excuse me I need a minute

[saphic-with-t]

The fact that Fabian’s nightmare is to be exactly like Gilear and yet when you look at both of their romantic lineups:

It is literally identical. Like I hate to break it to you pirate boy but the man you supposedly despise and desperately fear becoming is literally just as into toxic elf women as you are.