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Of all of the places you’ve been in your life, what was your favorite place, and why? Is there any place you would never want to go back to, and if so why not?

‘Hmmm.’ She mused a bit, considering the questions carefully. ‘What if… they’re the same place?’ She sighed softly. ‘As I think about that… I don’t have much in the way of places so much as… people, and events. For an actual place… my favourite would be the rooftops of Manor Hill – but even that’s because of… friends. I suppose I can’t quite call the ravens “people” – but they are my friends. They don’t judge me, and they try to cheer me up when I need it, and it’s all very straightforward and uncomplicated.

‘And for un-favourite… there was this one spot in Orr that was… unlikely to be cleaned up enough in my lifetime, and where … too many people died, almost including me.

‘Does that answer you, darlin’?’

♬ = singing to them .

When he starting singing to her to try to cheer her up, Adriwyn stopped her pacing to listen. As Gulmont continued, even her fidgeting slowly ceased. His voice made even the silly song he was delivering into an artistic delight.

Giggling at his comedic denoument, the sticks in his hair accentuating the details of the impish creatures in the song, she smiled warmly, then tilted her head, pondering briefly. ‘Gulmont, I do hope you’ll come sing something for us at the next performance night! Please?’

Catching up on Duties Acquired

“Borrowing” some stationery and the means to make use of it, Adri sits at a table in the lower reaches of the Refuge, and starts to write.

Dear Lord Cameron,

As I’ve not been able to make connection with you before now for the keys for the upcoming performance night, I’ll be stopping by the house a few times in the next day or two, hoping to catch you in. I’m sorry my dealings have kept me from a more convenient arrangement until now.

If I may ask, what were those yellowish fruit rings the other night? I’ve not had them before, and they were delicious!

Yours,
Adriwyn Jardin

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Checking the deliveries for her shop, Adriwyn opened the envelope carefully. She set the calendar down on the counter and started looking it over, and sighed a bit as she was once again reminded how much better she thought everyone else had looked in all their costumes and poses.

When she got to her own portrait, she shivered all over again looking at it. ‘Not wearing that skirt again for a picture on glaciers! Would’ve seen knickers if I wore them… and I swear I’m still cold down there!’ She shook her head at herself with another sigh, looking through the rest of it, and then flipping back to the first portrait for Scion. She admired that picture for quite a while, leaving it until her attention was needed for customers.

Once the morning crowd was gone, she went back to dreamily admiring that portrait a bit, then shook her head at herself once more. ‘Stop being so silly! Just… put it up properly, and… go back to the Refuge early.’ She nodded to herself, and finally affixed the calendar to the wall properly. She’d deal with how awkward she felt about that first Colossus portrait when that season came.

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Stretching Thinner

renniecartwright:

adriwynofkryta:

Sitting on her blankets on the floor of her garret, Adriwyn pulled the lap-desk she’d bought over her legs, and arranged its little workspace to her liking. She composed her thoughts for a few moments, and finally started writing. This time, she used her left hand. It look longer to avoid smearing the ink, but the quality of her calligraphy was better this way.

Dear Lady Renita,

I hope this letter finds you doing well. Of course, since you barely know me, I’m sure you’re wondering why I’m writing at all. I can only hope that knowing me as one of the Roses and as a donor puts you in some mind to consider the offer I’m about to write out.

It has occurred to me that you may be needing additional assistance for a while, especially in regards your support for Kryta’s veterans. I am offering my services as an assistant in such regards, to the extent that I can make the time for such, or for that matter, that our slight acquaintance will allow you to consider.

Yours,
Adriwyn Jardin

After leaving the ink to dry sufficiently on the page, she placed into an envelope and sealed it. Of course the seal wasn’t registered, nor would it be familiar even if it had been, but it would still serve the purpose. After a brief inner argument, rather than simply handing the letter off to a raven, she donned her coat and went out to purchase a single pink carnation. After affixing that to the envelope, she paid a courier to deliver the note and flower to the Cartwright home.

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Renita gave a simple nod to the courier, thanking him for the delivery and raising an eyebrow. Pink carnation and a letter. Moving over to the living room, she opened it up as her eyes read the letter as a wave of relief swept over her. Like the Six had answered her prayers, someone who could actually help with running things for the charity while Renita was busy with the baby. Furthermore, someone who might actually not be afraid of doing some public speaking, but she wasn’t going to hedge her bets on it. Making her way carefully up the stairs, she went up to her office, getting out her stationary and writing a response:

Dear Miss Jardin,

I am doing well as to be expected. Your offer is interesting enough but I think we should discuss such matters in person. How about you come over to the estate tonight for dinner and to discuss ways you can help? Let me know if you have any preferences in terms of food and I shall see you tonight.

Sincerely,

Lady Renita Olivia Cartwright

Trying to hold back a squeal of excitement, she sends out the letter gleefully as she rushes off to tell Cameron. Finally, she didn’t have to worry so much about her charity while preparing for the child to appear in the world.

After reading the letter and pondering for a moment how best to answer it, the small blonde quickly wrote back.

Dear Lady Renita,

Thank you for the invitation. That sounds marvellous. I try not to be picky about food, but I am allergic to apples and do milk, and try to avoid sweets. I hope that isn’t too much of a difficulty.

Yours,
Adriwyn Jardin

Stretching Thinner

Sitting on her blankets on the floor of her garret, Adriwyn pulled the lap-desk she’d bought over her legs, and arranged its little workspace to her liking. She composed her thoughts for a few moments, and finally started writing. This time, she used her left hand. It look longer to avoid smearing the ink, but the quality of her calligraphy was better this way.

Dear Lady Renita,

I hope this letter finds you doing well. Of course, since you barely know me, I’m sure you’re wondering why I’m writing at all. I can only hope that knowing me as one of the Roses and as a donor puts you in some mind to consider the offer I’m about to write out.

It has occurred to me that you may be needing additional assistance for a while, especially in regards your support for Kryta’s veterans. I am offering my services as an assistant in such regards, to the extent that I can make the time for such, or for that matter, that our slight acquaintance will allow you to consider.

Yours,
Adriwyn Jardin

After leaving the ink to dry sufficiently on the page, she placed into an envelope and sealed it. Of course the seal wasn’t registered, nor would it be familiar even if it had been, but it would still serve the purpose. After a brief inner argument, rather than simply handing the letter off to a raven, she donned her coat and went out to purchase a single pink carnation. After affixing that to the envelope, she paid a courier to deliver the note and flower to the Cartwright home.

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Night Moves

As Yang and Dominique accompanied her out of the tea shop and up the hill, Adri mused over the conversations that taken place. She was quite nonplussed by Luna’s offer, in particular. ‘Not that I expect her to be unfriendly, but… something that might have us seeing each other that much? I don’t think Fiona would like that.. and I don’t need more of her dirty looks. Though, Moose… I might need to make time to visit that wolf, and put up with Fi over that.’

She led her helpful friends to the Valenwright manse on Manor Hill, and watched the posturing between them over carrying her trunks. As they made there way to and around the Promenade, she finally threatened to buy a third if they didn’t settle down. They didn’t, of course, but it did diffuse their one-upping to a more tolerable level, which was as she’d intended. They made their way down into the Western Commons, and then up the outside stairs to her new living place – which they found totally unsuitable. She reminded them again that she’s already paid for it through the season, but then had to almost fight Dominique over her lack of a bed. Once that got settled – she hoped – and she assured them that she was going to be fine, and several hugs later, she finally was alone in her little one-room garret.

Unpacking her sleeping rugs, she double-checked her locks, and settled down, hoping to sleep. Something, however, was bothering her about how insistent Dom had seemed, and she found herself mulling over the discussions of the evening. ‘Wiat… wait! Is she… is Dom really wanting me to move in with her? Not just like, “oh you need a place”, but, like… sweet on me?’ She blew a stray bit of hair from her face and rubbed her mouth. ‘Six! I can’t just ask her that – can I? And what do I if that is what she meant? I’m going to have to try harder to make it clear I’m Rose’s.’ She sighed, shaking her head. ‘Though maybe making it clear that cuddling is all I have the energy for these days will have helped.’

Despite fretting over her living arrangements for the time, and her relationships with her friends and fiancée, her emotional and physical exhaustion caught up with her, and she fell into a fitful sleep, filled with unsettling dreams that she’d not really remember when she woke.

Love’s Labour Left

Looking around the tarpaulins covering the furniture, and re-checking the new, Asuran locks with face imprinting another time, Adri finally sighed at herself, shaking her head. ‘You’re just delaying, girl.’

Returning to her room, she started pushing her trunks along, and used some spare bits of rope to get them down the stairs without a crash. Putting even that away, she surveyed the foyer one more time, pondering how she was going to get those trunks to a new place.

‘Do I look for Gulmont? He volunteered, but… these are heavy.’ She shook her head. ‘Not really fair to him, in some ways. He’s strong enough, but not much bigger’n me. I saw how Parlsain struggled with the one last time…. No. I need to find a Norn, or maybe a Charr, who’ll do the work.’ Nodding to herself at her decision, she wandered out into the darkness, locking up behind her. As she got clear of the twisting alleyway behind the manse, she finally saw the fire, and sighed heavily. ‘I hope to the Mists that’s only that noisy brothel. Gonna be rough finding a porter tonight, I reckon, though.’

Despite her feelings about “that brothel”, she squared up her shoulders and started trotting off to look for ways to help any injured.

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Painful Character Development

Have some painful character development ideas, because if I have to suffer, so do you.

  1. What would your character what their last words to be, and who would they want to say them to?
  2. If your characters’ loved ones were in danger but they only had time to save one of their lives, who would they choose?
  3. Your character is given the choice to either die an excruciatingly painful death or have one of their loved ones die in a painless way. Do they save their loved one’s life or their own?
  4. Your character has the opportunity to fix one of their most grievous mistakes, but doing so will ensure that they never meet at least one of their loved ones and they will not have any memory of their relationship with those loved ones. Do they take the chance to fix the mistake anyway?
  5. What are your character’s deepest regrets?
  6. Are there any events in your character’s life that they feel wholly negative about, no silver lining whatsoever?
  7. Does your character have any unfulfilled dreams that can never come true?
  8. How was your character first introduced to the concept of death? How did they react?
  9. Does your character have any negative associations with otherwise neutral or positive things–i.e., not liking a certain television show because their parents always argued during the time that it came on and the character watched it as a (failed) attempt to distract themselves.

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