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[vievieveda]

busy | francesco & veda

@philoflore:

Well, perhaps tonight was not going to be suited for relaxing with a nice cup of tea. At least, this was what he figured. The patrons weren't much like the sort you found on the patios of his hometown, although he generally found that you shouldn't judge a person by their language, or their clothes, or the state of their hygiene, though he did pray that what he was seeing on the sole of these boots was mud. It didn't smell much like it did in his garden, and he kept his finger against his nostrils as he waited for the woman he thought to be the owner to return. She seemed to have it all under control, which he found quite remarkable, given the rough manners of her clientele.

"That look is nothing less but my way of expressing awe, Madam. Miss. Tavern keeper." He wrinkled his nose. He figured that the place was always in such a state, no matter the day. "Oh. Hum. I ... Well..." The look he gave her then was apologetic. He was just about to ask her something more complicated than that. "I suppose I can survive without tea. Perhaps do you store Chartreuse." It came from the bottle, and it also was just a cocktail of plants carefully selected. Closest and furthest thing to tea he could think of.

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"Veda. Vee if you're feeling some sort of way," she introduced when he tried to assign her a title. The human was no madam or miss, at least not in her mind. Having spent the majority of her formative years in the tavern had erased any manners or courtesy she might have formed elsewhere. Veda's language and general attitude was the same as the rowdy patrons that helped earn her keep. And she wouldn't have it any other way. "But the awe is appreciated all the same. That being said, feel free to remain awestruck even as I reluctantly tell you I have no Chartreuse and offer you some Madeira instead?" Vee graced the man with her most charming smile, resting her chin in her hand and elbow on the bartop. The options were limited by the tastes of her usual clientele. She only carried Madeira for the few regulars that preferred wine. "I've been told the ale doesn't taste like horsepiss tonight, as well."

[evelynscourge]

Dinner Companions || Francesco&Evelyn

"Ma'am, I-I-I understand your p-p-position," the hostess at Scylifino stuttered out as she looked at Evelyn, attempting to avoid her eyes, "but we truly do n-not have the tables to sit people a-alone tonight." It was an uncomfortable position to be sure, when any guild leader entered ones establishment and asked for anything. Evelyn had not specifically made any threats upon her arrival but the woman's velvet gown, with small imps pressed into it's very design, along with her large horns, seemed threat enough alone with knowledge of the position she held.

Evelyn's breath came out slowly as she stood before the hostess, other's chatting amongst themselves as they too waited for tables in their groups. It was a busy night, many wanting to celebrate their survival through the night and pretend as though the violence that had been hung from the very streets had not happened. In part it was why Evelyn had gone out, to show face, to make it clear even if she looked suspicious she was unconcerned. Not true, of course, but she could present such a front.

"I do not wish to sit at the bar, I wish to dine at a table," Evelyn stated, one of her guild members presently acting as her guard shifting. There was a consideration on her part to ask one to sit with her but that seemed somewhat pathetic. To have to make one of her guards sit with her. The contemplation of actually threatening the girl came to mind, or threatening whoever was above her. She could send some people in to break some things, cause a scene, but she also did not want to make any childish moves presently, she needed to be strategy.

Perhaps it was then, good fortune, that a familiar face stepped into the entrance of the open space establishment. Evelyn's storm grey eyes with that tinge of blue seeing the man she had yelled at during the faire, part of what made her look so...suspicious. His words had stung. She could see their disagreement when it came to the council, their reasons for having different views, but to think he saw her town as dirty had truly stung. Whatever Evelyn did for her own money this place was a safe haven for people, and a cultural mecca of the various kingdoms, Evelyn saw the respect people still held for their histories, it was even engraved into the very walls of the establishment.

"I will dine with my friend," she stated, offhandedly gesturing to Francesco. "And you will seat us at the first available table."

The hostess glanced towards the man and gave a firm nod to Evelyn. Certainly Evelyn should have been behind the other's waiting but as she was no longer insisting on taking a table all to herself the hostess was not risking making the agreeable position of the guild leader shift back into anything negative. It was then the hostess rushed off to see if any tables had been cleared and Evelyn turned to face Francesco, taking a few steps toward the man who she had parted ways from so negatively at the faire.

"You will be my company this evening," she informed him, resisting the urge within her to be petty, to ask if he thought her as unclean as her town. Instead, she allowed her long nails to brush back hair that had been loosely spun into a bun on her head, sections of hair styled so it seemed to naturally be falling out around her horns. She did not desire to hate him, she still had his flowers at her desk in her private home, she did want him as her friend.

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[littlewitchlilim]

duckie | francesco & lilim

A duck.

A freaking duckie.

Henbane and mugwort only seemed to grow in specific places in the muddy middle area between the city and the forest. The witch needed both for a potion she was working on to help reduce her potential for harm from fire. It would come in handy when working with glass in particular. But so much for that idea.

No henbane. No mugwort. A topiary in the shape of a duck.

A frustrated sound left Lilim at the realization, barely keeping from having a meltdown on the spot. Instead she threw her own sort of tantrum, levying a spell at the plant that made each leaf fly off the branches like shrapnel. What was left was immediately set on fire. The irony of wanting to use the spot's previous residents to grant her immunity to the element was not lost on the witch.

"Who would even? Who would dare?!?"

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[tajhanasaha]

Sunrise Sights || Francesco&Tajhana

The internally aged seer stepped from her establishment, and also her home, as the sun began to lift over the forest to their east. It was a beautiful sight, though not half as beautiful as it setting over the docks, seeing the ships eclipsed by the brilliant colouring of the sun on the waters. Still, it was nice, some mornings, to step outside and watch, tea in hand. Even as the warmer months approached the mornings could still be cold and said tea was lifting steam into the air that Tajhana's breath blew softly away from herself to cool the drink.

Slow steps down the street, hoping to get a better view she caught sight of someone else in the Cheridan district who seemed entirely ready for the day, apparently already at work. "Good morning," she offered with a slow nod of her head, keeping her tea close to her with the crisp morning air on her skin giving her slight goosebumps. "Up for the sunset too?" Tajhana asked with a slight smile.

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[crownofconvergencerp]

A poll for when the council will be meeting for the first time will go up on Friday evening as well as further instructions on how the event itself will move forward for both players on and off the council.

Since we are also about to approach holiday season I will also be posting some questions about how everyone would like to keep the RP going through the period, the same as some players may remember we did at open. Asking if people still want events, how they'd like activity best handled, etc.

Below are links to the current letter responses to those on the council, working as emissaries or who applied to run for council. If you did not receive your letter, or I missed your response, let me know!

Zelda Hawthorne ( @hxwthornes ) - Waiting for Response Corvina ( @vicletfxre ) - Letter Link Phanrax Primitori ( @lordkrakenprimitori ) - Waiting for Response Notealih Saldores ( @djinnoffire ) - Letter Link Bellamy Chevalier ( @bellamychevalier ) - Letter Link Merrymock ( @merrymockthejester ) - Letter Link Asvari Dien ( @witchofillusion ) - Letter Link Leopold Dawson ( @leopold--dawson ) - Waiting for Response Kaitoa Rotbringer - Letter Link Fangshi Wei Ying ( @thefangshi ) - Waiting for Response Isabel Hai Phan ( @izzyphan ) - Waiting for Response Ariel Beaumont ( @arielbeaumont ) - Letter Link Francesco Trapattoni ( @philoflore ) - Waiting for Response

If you never received your letter please reach out and we do know some of the characters without responses are on hiatus currently but wanted to make sure people still were notified as best as possible.

[hxwthornes]

Zelda had spent a well deserved night with her parents in their home deep in the Destarin forests, reconnecting with themselves, and nature… but there was a slight deception to her trip. The Hawthornes were nature lovers themselves, and her mother’s vast garden had all sorts of seeds and plants that spanned throughout not only the courts, but even beyond, some even from their home city in the north. It was a perfect opportunity to give herself something to do in her garden, but there was another who would appreciate the same bountiful gifts a well taken care of seed could provide.

She didn’t even knock on the door, she merely let herself in to the man’s home, a bundle tied with a rope in one hand, and a few fresh roses in another. The roses were deposited onto the kitchen table, for the other to do with as he pleased. But she found him quickly up the stairs, taking loud footsteps and knocking on the walls to alert that there was someone in his home. “It’s just me!” she called, before she saw him, an excitable smile on her face. “I got you a present.”

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[justanothersouthernbelle]

We gotta talk for a second about these tabletop pieces from @farmhousepottery. A ceramics + pottery addict myself, I know that anyone who loves artisan goods will be inspired by these details like the unglazed stoneware edges of the dinner sets, the ash candlestick sets and the smoke glass tea light votives. ​ ​If you find yourself in Woodstock, Vermont this autumn (and lucky you!), be sure to swing by their brick + mortar studio for some not so casual window shopping 🍁 ​ ​Photography: @briandsmithphotography Planning + Design: @willow.and.oak.events Floral Design: @philofloral Venue: @waveringplace Paper Goods: @littlenorthcompany Hair and Makeup Artist: @contoursandcurls Gown: @jennyyoonyc @bellabridesmaids Bride's Sweater: @andotherstories Bride's Autumn Attire: @hackwithdesign Groom Fashion: @asos Pies: @vanillaandthebean Rings: @sofiakaman Tabletop Pieces: @farmhousepottery Linens: @magiclinen Napkins: @silkandwillow Bicycles with baskets: @outspokincola Models: @xokcham @dylangibhardt @directionsusa

[natgiozoe-blog]

Come to Palace support @philofloral x @apklaes #makeportraits #yeahthatgreenville (at Pleasantburg)

[philofloral-blog]

[theenglishroom]

The Sentimentalist on Instagram: “Meet at the alter or marry under the rainbow 🌈 Do it your way and you’ll be doing it right ⚡️ This colorful @philofloral cloud stunned…”

[evelynscourge]

Perhaps a Stroll || Fran&Eve

They had promised each other a walk, so they might see the town through one another's eyes and Eve was...honestly, unsure on how she felt about it. Or she was unsure why she felt the way she did about it rather. Evelyn knew she was excited to spend the afternoon with him strolling the town but she could not explain to herself why. She did not get the same feeling of excitement - a heat in her chest that seemed to run up her throat and fill her cheeks - when going to spend time with Zelda or Kaitoa, or any of her other friends and she knew they were friends now, just friends.

The excited warmth in her still pushed Evelyn to pick the sleek red dress that hugged her form, a white silhouette of a flower woven into the fabric. Maybe he would notice it if he did not notice how sheer the fabric was, how it left nothing to the imagination. She told herself mentally it was chosen simply because the fabric was short enough around her feet it would not drag, that it was summer now so the sheer fabric was weather appropriate, but whatever reasons she told herself, reasons she'd never justify for usual inappropriate dress, were just excuses to hide that she wanted him to look at her and feel differently than he had in the gardens prior. He would not, she reminded herself, but it had not stopped her from adjusting her form within the dress before departing her mirror.

Said dress touched the grass beneath her shoes only briefly as she wandered through bushes, seeking the gardener amongst them. They had agreed to meet at the one she had previously snipped a bouquet for herself from, the one he had made her long since shrivelled away, having kept it as long as she could. "Francesco," she called as she resisted the urge to pluck another rose from a bush, stormy eyes looking around corners.

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[evelynscourge]

Snippets || Francesco&Evelyn

The long silver scissors made a sharp sound as they cut easily through the stem of the flower, adding it to the collection she was making in the vase she had brought with her, tucked into her arm. It was...an unseemly sort of piece, it appeared like blown glass, red and thin but there were faces within it, each one portrayed screaming. The vase only seemed to compliment the woman's long horns that protruded from either side of her skull - the horns red, spiked and sharp - but both contrasted the soft beauty of the flowers, and perhaps that of the woman's own facial features.

Scissors snapping recklessly at another stem she pulled a different flower this time. Each one she picked was a red hue of some sort, but there was no consistency to her actions, the woman simply picking what she felt pretty, unconcerned that there was perhaps a reason that over the past month a garden had risen by her home in a place that there had not been one in nearly two centuries. No, she was far more focused on her own pleasure and the notion of taking what was, as she felt it, worthy of her.

She didn't even conceive of someone's approach as she turned to examine another area of the garden, her long black leather gown sticking to her form like it was oil dripped over her, clinging to her waist and thighs before falling gracefully. "Oh, company," she mused, placing the flower she had just clipped into the terrifying vase.

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[vievieveda]

What flower do you think you are the most like?

"It's not a question I'm often asked nor have given any real consideration in the past. At least not until I met a certain nymph. Daisies. Resilient, hardy, simple. They can bring beauty nearly anywhere they go."

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[evelynscourge]

Who have you met that has left a lasting impression on you?

"Francesco obviously has been a dominating element of my mind as of late but I think my sister Lilith is wise to concern herself with Tennyson, the man is...curious, to say the least."

@philoflore, @wxrricks

[evelynscourge]

What are features you find attractive?

"Most features can be attractive if the person is confident in them. Overall maybe I like dark hair a little more than light, and who can say no to an accent? Sometimes when Francesco or Asvari speak I'm just staring at their lips moving."

@philoflore, @witchofillusion

[crownofconvergencerp]

Due to inactivity, please unfollow...

Francesco Trapattoni - @philoflore Carel Saeger - @splintersandblood Lilith Scourge - @lilith-scourge Emiliana Nills - @siren--emiliana Rowan - @dryad-rowan

Both players are welcome back any time.