#Agria Lebeda

[thesolemnhour]

Transfiguration's gonna come for me, at last, and I will burn hotter than the sun.

🦋🔥Knight-Commander Agria Lebeda🔥🦋

[INCREDIBLE art by @earthlydusk]

[faepixel]

knight commander agria lebeda 🔥

comm for the beloved @thesolemnhour !! thank you for taking me on this journey with your lovely character! i feel so lucky to have had the chance to illustrate her ref sheet!

[arrow90-alrakis]

Agria for @thesolemnhour for the art trade!!!

Aaaaa she's such a delight to draw!!!

[silversiren1101]

👕💕

Agria! Yes of course! It would be an honor, my lady. Mino is picking this out for you for an ice cream and carnival date! Try not to get too competitive at the carnival games, you hear? She can’t control herself that well, either.

(Both ladies walking away with oversized stuffed animals and some very angry carnies wondering how their rigged games were bested by the most stubborn women ever)

Top: Reminiscent of your signature look but light and airy! Much more breathable and suited to the hot sun of Cheliax than blisteringly cold Sarkoris. Tied front and cropped for hot girl summer, which will go perfectly with your...

Bottoms: High-waisted sunshine yellow shorts! The blue floral pattern on them works with the floral print of your top and calls back to that azata blue, and is too ridiculously cute! I'm a big fan of the white inside, as it really gives a great 'bookends' feel with your white top when they're rolled up! Wider flail on the legs is cute and playful, and will keep you cooler all day long.

Shoes: Hightops with the high waisted look, absolutely. These are a nice cream color with a cute floral design and butterflies!

Hair/Hat: Agria, with hair like that it'd be a shame to cover it in anyway, but the sun is a demanding tyrant. Try this denim and leather ballcap! The faded colors will work with your outfit and it's cute as all hell! Plus, it's a blank canvas perfect for some customization. Pins? Patches?

Other Accessories: A labradorite cuff with a striking blue butterfly on it - a reminder of Elysium. Just the single, chunky accessory I think will do wonders with this outfit - after all, wouldn't want to take away too much attention from your gorgeous red hair. The blue will contrast perfectly with it.

[offsidekineticist]

💎💎💎for agria if you're still taking these and it strikes your fancy lol!

I am still taking them! Sorry it took so long, took some time to decide who would be most interesting to answer this one. So here's Giliys's thoughts on Agria (whom he has nicknamed 'Threads' because Giliys can't just call people by their names like a normal person, I'm so sorry).

"Threads? Well. I think I'd have liked her better if we met before the fifth crusade. I know she's got rich family, but she doesn't really count as nobility. I mean, she coulda stayed in Brevoy and tried to blend in with with the fancy Lebedas, sucked up to them, tried to marry up, but she didn't. She went and said she was part of a people with no home scattered all over Avistan, and when she realized their culture had been stolen from them, she went and said she'd steal it back. That takes guts.

"But then Areelu fucking Vorlesh got ahold of her, and - " Giliys stops himself, face taut with rage. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. "Look. I know most people think I don't have a conscience cuz it's calibrated different than most. But I do know this: the worst, most unforgivale things you can do to someone are the things that hurt the soul. And I know, I know, I done plenty of that in my time, but I also know it's fucked up. What Areelu Vorlesh did was un-fucking-forgivable. And Threads did her best to pick up the pieces and stitch herself back together, but...she decided not to fix what she did to her, didn't she? I don't know if she didn't think it was possible or if she actually thought she was better off for it, but either way - I mean - that's not something you choose if your soul is whole.

"So yeah. It's funny, I don't have a problem with her having magic powers from the Abyss. But the power she has as knight-commander...yeah, that's the kind of thing that twists you up inside, makes you into something else. Something that can't be fixed. And I hope Galfrey rots for pushing her into that when she was already torn up inside by Vorlesh."

[knight-commander]

OCKISSWEEK - DAY 4

Adrigo & Agria

remember when I said I wouldn’t write anything bc I feel sick. I just finished this wip instead I lied I’m sorry. @thesolemnhour I love Agria a lot

Adrigo had come to know Viktor Lebeda in the ways he had come to know all men whose pride and hopes stretched before them in the dreams of a proud lineage: they were cruel and cowardly first, and pleasantly gullible second. Feathers ruffled by Adrigo’s preaching of “a better way” for the poor could be soothed by appeasing promises and an upturned smile—and who would accuse an aasimar of wretchedness when misguided selfishness was obviously the truth?

Adrigo had to be wretched. Nobody else reached for what he wanted like he did. They lacked conviction.

The girl was innocent. The Lebeda daughter. All girls were, in some way: maybe he once was, before he doffed the sheep’s wool and became the wolf. Did Viktor know he sent his daughter straight to its jaws? Would he care?

Men like him never did, Adrigo reasoned with a smile as he took Agria’s hand and kissed it. Her face was distant, faraway, and displeased—good. That meant she was learning.

Pleasantries aside, he didn’t think of keeping her for long. His mind was racing with the thought of where those like Viktor would end up one day; those who took and controlled without sympathy or remorse, who let their ego and corruption come before their duty to their cause. Those who kept a boot to the neck of their world.

Adrigo would be the one holding a heel to theirs before long.

“You are an aasimar as well,” Adrigo remarked, still keeping Agria’s hand in his, still half-bowed as though he might kiss it again. He saw the dissatisfied twitch in her grimace.

“Congratulations,” she said as she sharply whipped her hand back out of his grasp. “You have eyes. I suppose next you’ll say that my parents must be proud?”

Adrigo chuckled as he stood upright. “I’m sure they are. You’re a very presumptuous woman, Agria.”

“It’s served me well,” she sniffed. The way she looked him over would have made a lesser man tremble. Judging from some of the boys cowering just out of her gaze, he had to imagine her intensity was infamous. Later there would be time to ponder if it was due to their shared heritage.

“What assumptions have you made about me, then? I know we have only just met, but consider me curious. It’s rare for me to meet another of the periblooded.”

Agria huffed and raised her head. “I think you are arrogant,” she said, “and you think yourself twice as clever as you really are. And I think you are trying to build too much camaraderie with me by virtue of being an aasimar. I don’t care that I am one. It’s not important to me.”

Adrigo blinked, almost taken aback. Her eyes were like two summer suns in the height of the season, coating everything in hot hazy orange and withering leaves away. His own eyes were suns on a black sky; he was a solar eclipse in motion. He idly wondered if she knew how terrifying she looked. She’d learn. Or he’d block her way.

“I see,” he said with a warm smile. “I stand corrected.”

“Is that so?” She asked smugly.

“You’re a very dangerous woman, Agria Lebeda. Have you yet decided what you’re going to do with all of that anger?”

[iwoszareba]

commission for @thesolemnhour her Azata commander Agria Lebeda indulging a bit of butterfly whimsy~

[thesolemnhour]

"The sun on your house's heraldry--behind the swan--do you suppose it is rising or setting?" "I think it's all a matter of perspective."

Agria Lebeda in all her radiance by @new-austin

[thesolemnhour]

“You know,” Lann starts, scarcely acknowledging her, “I think I could tell you were high-born this whole time!” He sing-songs the descriptor. “By my inherent charm and grace?” He pauses his thought to wretch theatrically. Continuing, he explains, “Sometimes, you can tell no one has ever told you ‘no’ before.”

Thank you SO much to the incredible @mossytrashcan for this commission!! I'm totally in love with the way it turned out!

[thesolemnhour]

The elders of the Stareye Clan had been so excited to share what they could still remember of their small gods. Agria had described each one they’d mentioned, but Elotha Lightbringer, the fiery eagle, had been their favorite. For that, Agria reckoned he deserved a drawing all to his own. Even the Stareyes had no one left to summon him--the Mendevian inquisition had more than seen to that--but that didn’t mean he’d been forgotten. (x)

Agria Lebeda, junior Sarkorian anthropologist, in her natural habitat.

[art by @mooreaux who did a spectacular job!!]

[thesolemnhour]

Shine like a cursed star Show everybody exactly who you are

"Get Famous" by The Mountain Goats

An absolutely delightful Agria by @eurekq as a part of their sketch commissions for Palestine fundraiser! It's finished running, but here is a list of verified orgs you can donate to.

[thesolemnhour]

“Your power reminds me of a spring wind. It wipes away the dust and heralds the coming of a new season.”

Art by @killjo-q

[thesolemnhour]

"All roads are open before you now, and no one can tell you where they lead. But that's for the best, no? A road headed into the unknown, with countless discoveries ahead!"

STUNNING commission of my KC from @solsticeill0❤️

[thesolemnhour]

“What’s gotten into you? It’s not like you to worry like this?”

“What’s gotten into me? I dunno, maybe it’s how you fell into my life and turned everything upside down?”

Art by the incredible @ssuzu

[thesolemnhour]

And if you get spat on, that's just your big city baptism.

You're the star of the show.

art by the incredible @kodaconstellation

[thesolemnhour]

I was HOPING you'd end up doing this meme--👫 for Agria!!

Cassy!! These are so, so fun for her! This one was really neat to work on, so thank you so much for sending it in!!

I bent the rules a lil: Dalla's not a parent to her yet, but by god, it's the defining relationship of her life, and I will be damned if I don't write about it!

Dalla Faidmeir—soon to be Dalla Istul—has never been more anxious in her life. It has caught her entirely by surprise—she’s never been a nervous person, and she had hardly ever been nervous in the months leading up to this moment. Not after the proposal, not when she embroidered her wedding dress, and not last night when she had gone to sleep at her mother’s house.

But now—the whole of Clan Widowknife is here, and she feels like someone’s lost child. She finds no unease in her heart at the thought of marrying Brann—how could she ever—but she never quite realized before how marrying him mean… all of this. She should have known: such are the consequences of courting the Clanliege’s son.

Paralyzed by the onslaught of attention, Dalla escapes into an abandoned corridor and collapses onto the nearest bench. Dropping her face into her hands, she takes what should be a deep, steadying breath but finds the shuddering result to only be more unnerving. Rubbing at her eyes, she swallows thickly as she fights back tears.

“Hello!” Lifting her head, she registers a girl of perhaps five standing before her. “Are you Dalla Faidmeir?”

Instantly, she recognizes the girl as Agria Lebeda, her fiancé’s niece. If her hair and eyes hadn’t given her away, the Lebeda colors in her dress certainly would have. Smartly, they have styled her in primarily blue and white, avoiding red. Someone, she can tell, has fought valiantly to wrestle her hair into a set of braids twisted elegantly around her head, but Dalla spots more than a few auburn curls flying free. 

The knowledge that this girl—Stars! A Sarkorian Lebeda!—will be her niece in only a few short hours knocks the air from her lungs once more.

“Yes, I am,” Dalla answers, though her voice is fainter than she would like.

“That’s wonderful!” Agria trills. “I thought that you must be—you look ever so beautiful!”

“Thank you,” Dalla says, charmed even through her fear. “Is your mother, Lady Alase, here?”

“Oh, yes! But she’s with my uncle right now, and I wondered if there was anyone around to help you?”

“Me?”

Agria looks scandalized. Plopping down next to Dalla, she exclaims, “Yes, you! You’re the most important part! No one writes songs about the radiance of the groom! That would be silly.”

That’s where Agria is wrong, of course. Dalla’s role is merely to be ushered from one room to the next at the right intervals. “Have they been looking for me?”

Agria hums vaguely, swinging her feet from the bench. “Not yet, I don’t think. You should still have time.” 

Dalla sighs in exhaustion before she can stop herself.

“It is an awful lot of people, isn’t it?” Agria wonders as though realizing it for the first time. Her face contorts in thought, chewing her lip and staring intently at the far wall. At last, she looks back to Dalla with an impish smile. From a hidden pocket in her skirt, Agria produces a handful of sushki and holds them out to her. Saving one bread ring for herself, she explains, “Eating always makes me feel less nervous! These are my favorites.”

For a moment, the crushing weight on Dalla’s chest lifts, and she can’t hold back a peal of laughter. Accepting the snacks, she asks, “Did you steal these from the kitchens?”

“Steal? Heavens no! I’m a guest, so they’re for me. It’s perfectly allowed,” says Agria with a decisive nod.

“Ah,” Dalla replies, “I am corrected.”

Agria small hands grip her shoulders with a firmness she would never expected from a five-year-old. 

“You are a most splendid bride, and you have nothing to be afraid of,” she asserts. Her resolute expression giving way to a more childish cheer, she continues, “I am so very excited to have you for an aunt!”

For the first time today, Dalla’s face relaxes into a true smile. Squeezing the girl’s hands, she says sincerely, “Thank you, Agria.”

“Of course!” Agria says brightly. “We can go back now if you’re ready—or you can stay here! I won’t tell anyone.”

Taking Agria’s hand as she stands, Dalla answers, “I believe we should find the rest of the procession now.”

“Okay!” Agria agrees, leading the way. “My Uncle Brann is nervous, too, I think. It’s sweet!”

“Do you think so?”

“Oh, yes. At least you’re not sweating.” She says gravely.

With another full-bodied laugh, Dalla remarks, “Ah! We may be late, but at least we won’t smell.”

“Precisely my thought, Aunt Dalla!”

And perhaps being just that won’t be so frightening after all.