#tef!indes

[sycamorre]

Ori 🏆 , Wysteria 🔥 , Indes 🌞 , your half orc chevalier 🎨

[OC Memory Prompts]

You spoil me c:

🏆 —A proud memory. (Oriana)

The small temple was barely a quarter of the way full, but that was ideal for Oriana. Only those who she cared about and would appreciate the moment were here. She knelt in front of the altar to Lathander, very aware that everyone behind were watching. But instead of the usual nervousness that she would normally have, there was a hint of what felt like... excitement. She resisted the urge to fidget with her hands, resisted adjusting the stole and other ornamental pieces of her robes to make sure they were still in place, and tried very hard to be patient as the harp played and they waited for the right moment. Oriana locked eyes with her brother, who stood next to the altar in front of her in full paladin regalia, beaming in her direction.

Not a moment too soon, the colors of the dawn began to fill the glass windows behind the altar as the sun rose, and Cassio stepped forward, a chalice in hand. He gave Oriana a bright smile before looking past her to address those seated in the pews.

"Dawn's blessings to all of you. We are overjoyed to see you all here on this momentous morning to honor one of our own. Many of you have heard the stories of what has happened in the last few months. Oriana has shown tremendous bravery and faith throughout it all, and it is my joy to be here with you today and welcome her as a Dawnbringer amongst our ranks."

There was a pause as Cassio turned back to Oriana, the smile still stretching across his expression. "And I am so proud of what she has accomplished today. May she always walk proudly in the Light of the Morninglord." Oriana could not say anything, but she returned the smile, barely holding in happy tears.

🔥 —An angry memory. (Wysteria)

"I cannot believe this!"

The sounds of the feast were fading behind them as the group of bards traveled down the halls to their own room. Wysteria was easily the loudest of the four, both in the volume of her voice and the way both the jingling of her jewelry and the clicking of her heels against the tiles echoed off of the walls of the palace. She continued her tirade after barely catching her breath.

"We come all this way, give a stunning performance-" her arms spread out, the flowing sleeves normally used for her dancing emphasizing her movement and frustration, "His Grace's own words, I heard him - only to then be told to leave immediately because they had not prepared us anything to eat, or even a place to sit! The nerve! I bet that Lady Helefina had something to do with it. Was she not the one who wanted her own troupe to be here instead?"

"Please quiet down, darling," came the voice from Amaryllis behind her, readjusting the way she was holding her harp. "You remember what happened last time?"

Wysteria suppressed an aggravated sound, arms going stiff at her side. "Spare me. I am not going to lose my temper, but I will not stand for it this time. We were invited here freely. Are we not members of the court as well? We are not servants and I refuse to be treated like one anymore!"

🌞 — A happy memory. (Indes)

"Yield, or I will strike you down!"

Vialgo was doing his best to be scary, head held high as he pointed the stick he found at the edge of the garden up toward Indes. But at such a young age, and with him puffing out his cheeks a little too much, it just made him look far too adorable. It took everything in the wood elf's power to keep from laughing, and instead to play along.

"Ah, you seem to have tracked me down, noble knight! But I will not yield unless you can best me in a duel!" She quickly stepped around the boy and found a stick of her own about the same size, assuming a much more practiced stance. "Show me what you can do!"

The young Imperial beamed, then charged forward with a battle cry as the began their play duel. Though she was supposed to be doing other work around the estate's grounds, she always had time to make him smile, as it reminded her so much of when she would watch over Nidhel when she was young, too. And she knew one day these play fights would almost certainly turn into Vialgo begging for her to teach him real swordplay, but that time was far enough away. For now, she hoped he could enjoy these moments, too.

🎨 — A nostalgic memory. (Kela)

The sky was just beginning to grow dark and the horses were settling in their pen for the evening. The young half-orc, however, had no intention to move anywhere just yet, despite knowing that supper would be ready soon and she would be scolded for not being there when it was. But for the moment, she found herself trapped in the horse pen with a snoozing foal who had decided that her lap made a fantastic pillow. Kela was too busy stroking his short mane and watching his lips twitch in his sleep, as if he were eating something tasty in his dreams. It was too easy to smile down at the innocence of it all.

The colt did not have a name yet. He would get one when he was weaned and proved himself strong enough, but his dam had already produced two strong foals so there was little worry about that. But unlike the first two, this one was special to Kela. She was at the age where she would soon begin her apprenticeship, learning how to handle and train the horses that they used to hunt and fight. And this little one would be the first colt she would help train from the start, and would officially be hers by the time they were done. The thought excited her, but she also wanted nothing more than to make their bond something special. So she was making it her duty to spend as much time as she could with him after her chores while he was still little. The best riders were the ones who could communicate with their mounts the best, after all. A perfect team.

And besides, the quiet of the evening was one of the best times to just sit and think of names. Or at least try to narrow down the excessively long list she had thought up.

[novaraptorus]

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