MINI-EVENT: CODA - IC EVENT LOG

[abraxasmods]

Mini-Event - Coda

OOC event plotting

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Mid-April, you receive two formal invitations. They arrive separately in two distinct envelopes and do not appear to be precisely related.

◎ The first is from Solvunn, signed and sealed by the Solvunn Council. It informs the reader that on April 18th, Josselyn Creed's fate will be publicly carried out according to Solvunn's traditions with the Old Gods. The location is in neutral territory, a safe distance from the Singularity's crater. The Council expresses deep regret for the actions of one of their own and invites you to attend as an observer if you wish to find closure. Portals are provided. The proceedings will be in the morning.

◎ The second is from your respective faction. The letter is less solemn and invites you to attend a weekend gala on April 21st - 23rd. It acknowledges that recent times have been difficult and that faction officials and locals wish to repay the Summoned for their contributions. Portals to each location are provided.

Divine Judgment

In the weeks leading up to Josselyn Creed's execution, many of you were allowed to question Josselyn. Now that you've received the answers you're seeking - as much as you were able to - officials have granted you the chance to gain some closure and witness her execution.

The factions will warn the Summoned that Solvunn does not take angering the Gods lightly. Her death will not be quick and will likely be sacrificial. They advise anyone who may not have the stomach for it to remain home and enjoy the festivities at the end of the week.

Attending her execution is optional and open to all. New arrivals are welcome to watch...though they may not want to. All characters may skip this portion of the event.

Participants of Event #12 are still welcome to speak to Josselyn. This section will close on April 30th.

Last Rites

CW: Disturbing imagery, animal death, ritualistic sacrifice, body horror.

So that all can attend, Solvunn will perform Josselyn's last rites in neutral territory. Anyone who attended the Peace Summit last year will recognize the area, though the colorful tents are gone. In their place are some plain stone benches and a temporary altar. Thick mists roll into the valley, bringing a chill to the air. As you arrive, you see Solvunn mages instructing volunteers to right certain stones as the last touches are added. Present to represent the other two factions are Jolene Sybell of Thorne and Reva Hym of the Free Cities.

The stones are arranged in spiraling circles, with twelve arches that span them. Carved into the ground beneath the arches are each of the Major Arcana. Find your matching Arcana and leave an offering if you want. You're told the gesture will appease the gods and ensure the "cleansing" is successful.

The Moon, Josselyn Creed's Arcana, has been carved into the center stone. If you share her Arcana or are The Emperor or Justice, Solvunn mages will approach and ask you to write your name in charcoal into the stone. If you bear any of the other signs, you can also do so, but you won't be asked directly.

Preparation

Soon, a hush falls over the crowd as Isar Hart comes forward with a black sheep in tow. Several Solvunn Elders flank the sheep as it's placed before the altar. They paint large winding lines and runes on its wool and face. Winifred Bordeaux turns to the crowd. She states that the wrongs born of the commune are always made right by Solvunn's hands and seeks forgiveness. The gods may cast judgment as they see fit.

Mages begin a haunting chant in an ancient tongue. With a large bone knife, Winifred kneels next to the sheep and slices its throat. As warm blood flows over the ground, it fills each etched Arcana sigil. The sigils glow a faint red upon contact, and the grass around them withers and blackens. Once fully drained, the Elders carefully skin the sheep. Its organs are placed in jars as it is hollowed out. With the skin removed, the Elders lay it on the altar and declare that those who stray from the gods must be brought back into the fold.

One of the stones vibrates, releasing Josselyn Creed into the hands of waiting Elders. As she's dragged to the altar's center, she decries Solvunn for being blind, accusing them of turning away from the truth. The old ways have long stopped serving them, she declares. The Old Gods are no longer listening.

Penance

Holding her in place, Rowan March places the skin of the black sheep upon her. The wool stretches outward to envelop her limbs, covering every part of her in the pelt and muffling her shouts. As each bone bends and snaps loudly in the silence to take the form of a sheep, her body collapses with anguished cries. Finally, a mass of quivering wool and human sinew is left, the sheep's face ajar on her broken skull.

The chanting reaches a crescendo, then stops abruptly. The mist thickens, swirling towards the altar. Your surroundings darken. From the gloom comes a massive bird-like silhouette. Its enormous wings shadow the sky, blocking out the sun. Though the figure's form is obscured, the dozens of vultures that descend are visible - and so is the feast that ensues.

Through the fog and shadow, you glimpse blood and flesh tearing. Slowly, the mist begins to clear as each bird takes its fill. The silhouette above withdraws. What remains before you is a pile of bones picked clean...and the recognizable head of Josselyn Creed beneath the sheep's mask, the only part of her uneaten.

Immolation

The Council allows all in attendance to confirm Josselyn's identity and her fate, ensuring that the factions and the Summoned are satisfied with the outcome. A ritual fire lights up on the altar. Her head is placed in first by one of the Elders.

The rest of her bones are in the sheepskin. No blood or flesh remains. The pelt is startlingly clean for such a gory display. You're invited to paint your Arcana on a bone and place the bone into the fire as a gesture to the gods that you've accepted the punishment they chose for her.

The atmosphere is solemn. Winifred offers her thanks on behalf of the Council for allowing Solvunn to make amends for Josseyn's misdeeds. They deeply regret this was necessary but promise they'll take steps to ensure it never happens again.

A few remain to watch her bones finish burning. You may join them if you like or return home at once. A harsh silence fills the ceremonial grounds as you step through the portal.

Weekend Gala

Several days after the execution, the cities prepare for the feast and gala. On the day of, portals will open up in the main hub of each city: Castle Thorne in Thorne, the Primary Settlement in Solvunn, and Cadens in the Free Cities.

You're welcome to arrive on the first day or skip the speeches and arrive on the second day for the main dinner and event. Everyone will be sent home on the third day (April 23rd), though the factions would be happy if you'd like to volunteer to clean up and take down decorations before you go. Not to worry if you'd rather go home - they have plenty of staff and locals for the job.

Each city will provide a place for you to stay for the weekend. They'll choose their best inns for you, except Solvunn. Solvunn will offer a comfortable communal tent for all attendees to share.

Thorne (Hayle)

The first evening, the King and Queen will gather guests into a grand hall at Hayle University. The King formally welcomes and expresses Thorne's gratitude for everyone's safe return. He heralds the Summoned and those involved in the terrible incident for their fortitude and bravery. The Queen follows afterward, adding that she is glad justice has been served and that they can be assured Josselyn Creed can never harm anyone again. She acknowledges the formation of the Summoned Conclave and promises Thorne will always serve those who are steadfast in their loyalty.

In a rare moment, Ambrose Rhett and the Duchess, Anastasia Rhett, can be spotted standing side by side in the background. Jolene Sybell is also present. Ambrose, however, will not be seen past the welcoming speech, returning to the Castle after.

Gifts

As a resident of Thorne, you'll receive a gift bag containing:

◎ A sweet dream potion that grants the user happy dreams and a good night's sleep. A basic spell, these potions were made by schoolchildren in Hayle as a thank-you gift for the Summoned. The custom label on each bottle has your name handwritten and decorated by the kids. If you're known around the Castle, it might contain a drawing that represents your reputation - for example, a flower if you have a green thumb. They've been told a bit about the Summoned by officials and their teachers.

◎ A jade turtle that, when placed in a bowl or pool of water, is enchanted to swim around. A novel decorative piece that calls back to the giant sea turtle which came to aid you and your friends on Thorne's shores.

◎ A soothing galaxy orb that displays the starry night sky within. When placed in front of some light, it'll cast a pretty sparkle over your surroundings.

Surroundings

Located far north, Hayle is most famous for its beautiful crystalline architecture. The weather is warmer now that spring has arrived, but relatively cool with temperatures dipping at night. Vast mountains are in the distance for a breathtaking view.

Hayle bustles with vibrant energy and a diverse population. Where Castle Thorne closely follows the formal traditions of the nobility and traditional Academic Magic, Hayle is trendier with innovative spellwork, the newest designs in fashion, and a vast library of knowledge.

◎ Arcana Deck Exhibit
Expensive custom-crafted Arcana decks are under glass cases like fine jewels. One notable attraction is an exhibit displaying one-of-a-kind decks designed by famous artists or enchanted by renowned mages in Thorne's history. Some boast intricately painted designs and real gold, while others use precious gems embedded in the cards themselves. One preserved deck is carved entirely on pinewood.

◎ Boutiques
Boutiques sell tailored clothes and fine jewelry that include Arcana-inspired accessories. Luxury magical tools are also available such as gold scales for weighing potion ingredients. Some bookshops specialize in signed or antique copies. The contents are nothing special, but editions are considered collectibles. Though most aren't for sale except to the wealthiest individuals, you're free to look.

◎ Makeover & Performers
Street performers occupy every corner around Hayle: stories told through illusions, musician-less instruments, and juggling acts that incorporate impressive balls of colorful light. You can get your portrait drawn by an enchanted paintbrush or volunteer for one of the illusionists to give you a temporary "makeover." The makeover will grant you one or more features of your choosing that will last 24 hours: a new hair or eye color (including unnatural shades!), translucent illusory wings (they won't get in the way), or decorative nails.

Personal shopping and styling assistance is also offered by Lenore and Natasha Romanoff.

Banquet

The banquet takes place on the second evening, held in Hayle University's finest ballroom. Decorations are delicate and elegant. The chandelier above drips with crystals and gold.

Although you'll have an assigned seat to start with, there's no need to stay where you are. Guests are encouraged to mingle and wander around. Make friends, meet new people, and introduce yourselves!

◎ Food & Drink
A formal multi-course dinner will be served throughout the night. The wine flows freely and food is abundant. Thorne is known for its exquisite cuisine, and Hayle is no different. With the harsh winter over and farmlands slowly recovering from the attack last summer, the nation is no longer struggling as much with supplies. Dishes include stuffed duck, delicate fish, rare nutty cheeses, soup, and plenty of cakes and biscuits.

◎ Entertainment
Formal entertainment involves music, dancing, and magic shows. You're welcome to take the stage yourself, of course! If you're not good at what you do, the citizens won't boo you off the stage, but you'll feel an awkward atmosphere begin to build, and word might spread about your act. The nobility in Thorne has exacting standards and a penchant for gossip.

Musical performances include original compositions on the violin and piano by Lestat de Lioncourt and elvish songs by Elrond, while Lord John Grey will recite some poetry and music. Magical displays include illusory lights featuring the Arcana signs by Istredd, flashy divination magicks channeled through a tarot deck by Urianger, and a light-based display of intricate mandalas Stephen Strange - whose third eye may be glimpsed beneath his hood when he casts his Eldritch magic.

◎ Night's End
The banquet runs late into the night, though you can leave any time. A carriage will be waiting to take you back to your inn. You can stay for one last social breakfast in the morning before returning to Castle Thorne through the portal.

Free Cities (Libertas)

The first evening, the Prime Minister will gather guests by the mosaic sculpture in the Willow Memorial Park. Prime Minister Marlo expresses her gratitude for everyone's safe return and apologizes for the atrocities that occurred under her watch. The bravery and fortitude of those involved will be remembered. Fortunately, justice has found those responsible, and the city can begin to march forward. She acknowledges the formation of the Summoned Conclave, promising that her government will make sure nothing like this ever happens again to its people. The Summoned are, of course, people of the Free Cities regardless of where they came from.

Quilleth Kaur takes the stand afterward, addressing the tragedy that struck Libertas not long ago and personally thanking the Summoned for their help in rescuing survivors and rebuilding the city. This includes the construction of the park itself, led by two of the Free Cities' longest Summoned residents. She bids everyone to enjoy the festivities. They deserve to relax and feast after a harrowing experience.

Gifts

As a resident of the Free Cities, you'll receive a gift basket containing:

◎ Tickets to a special comeback show by one of Libertas' most famous acrobatic troupes - their first since the city's destruction. The envelope includes a letter which addresses you by name and thanks you for your help. If you've made an impression on the citizens of Libertas, the letter will mention noteworthy things you've contributed, such as volunteer efforts or donations. The tickets grant you the best seats in the house and a free drink during intermission. Performances are held throughout April and May, so you'll have plenty of time to attend.

◎ A kazoo, best used to annoy your friends or heckle anyone you find disagreeable, though beware that the people of Libertas won't hesitate to brawl on the street over insults.

◎ Luxurious bath crystal balls that fizzle and give the water a beautiful shimmer. Infused with medicinal properties, they'll alleviate aching muscles and lingering pains.

Surroundings

Located far south, Libertas is most famous for its subversive attitude and colorful architecture. With winter on the way out, the weather is warm but not scorching hot as it can be in the summer. Rare spring rains have caused flowers to bloom and sprout around the desert.

Libertas is diverse and lax in social norms. Where Cadens boasts the best research and technology, Libertas' focus is on advancements in free thought, art, and knowledge. Following the art walk not long ago and the long-term portal to Libertas, some of these attitudes have filtered into Cadens.

◎ Artist Alleys
The collapse of the city's buildings has caused street art to greatly flourish. Winding alleyways between homes and shops contain paintings, written poetry on the walls, and musical performances. Sculptor Axn Kade, famous for his pieces made of reclaimed metal and his activism for mining safety, has added a new sculpture to the city's streets. The plaque contains a dedication to the Summoned who helped clean up the mining equipment a few months ago, having used the scrap metal gathered during that process.

◎ Gambling Halls & Brews
Rejecting government oversight, Libertas is home to several gambling halls of all types. If you have the money, you're sure to find a spot to suit you. Beware of loan sharks and play at your own risk. Taverns around Libertas are rowdy. They often have an open floor for art performances, poetry readings, and philosophical debates. Always open to new ideas, many places in Libertas host tastings for brews created using innovative flavors and techniques.

◎ Market Square
Though not as large as Aquila's market, the Libertas market square is still a sprawling maze. Anyone with something to sell will have squeezed a table or a stall into the area. Enterprising merchants will give you a demonstration of some of their products, most powered by New Magic: a comb that changes your hair color upon use, eye drops that give your irises an enchanting colorful glow, and disposable crystal accessories that take on the illusion of precious jewels for a short period - invented to undermine the value of gems. Any changes to your appearance are temporary, lasting 24 hours.

Before the feast, simple dance lessons are available from Caitlyn Kiramman.

Garden Feast

The feast takes place on the second evening, held at the Willow Memorial Park. Glowing orbs of light have been hung from the willow trees while vases made by a local potter feature flowers from the park's wildflower meadows. More details about the park are available under Locales for Libertas.

Provided by Viktor (and Jayce Talis), the center of the garden contains a revolving armillary sphere modeled after the astronomy of Abraxas, casting an atmospheric starry light over the area.

To start with, you'll pull your table number from a hat to receive your "assigned" seat, but there's no need to stay there all night. Guests are encouraged to mingle and wander around. Make friends, meet new people, and introduce yourselves!

◎ Food & Drink
An eclectic array of dishes line a large table at the park's center. Help yourself to what you like in any order. No one will bother you if you start with dessert! Wine, ales, and hard liquors are as plentiful as the food. Dishes include grilled fish and pork, dips and spreads, puddings, sweetbread, cakes, and seasonal fruits common to the desert climate, such as figs and oranges.

◎ Entertainment
Formal entertainment involves music, dancing, and poetry. Artists have been invited to unveil new pieces or showcase old favorites. You're welcome to take the stage yourself, of course! Performers won't be judged on talent so much as passion. As long as you're creative and genuinely enjoy your craft, you'll have the support of the locals.

Jaskier will put on a lute performance, including a ballad of Spyndlveiss containing themes related to the recent disappearances. Diana Prince will recite a short portion of The Iliad, in both Ancient Greek and common. A "blade dancing" display using a painted stave by Obi-wan Kenobi will take place, as well. Finally, Hilda Goneril will draw and paint quick "fashion sketches" to commemorate everyone's style - available to both small groups and individuals.

◎ Night's End
The feast runs late into the night, though you can leave any time. A wagon is available to bring you back to your inn, but most locals prefer to walk, creating a drunken parade of people through the streets while singing cheerfully. You can stay for one last social breakfast in the morning before returning to Cadens through the portal.

Solvunn (Primary Settlement)

The first evening, the two remaining members of the Council, along with Isar Hart, address the gathered, apologizing for the sheep who strayed from their flock. They're especially disappointed with the heretical actions of a trusted community member, whose name they will no longer acknowledge. The gods have cast their judgment, and now the community can come together to heal. The Council promises the newly formed Summoned Conclave that they are vital members of the commune and that Solvunn is here to aid them in whatever they need.

Isar Hart reiterates that his position on the Council is temporary until the seat can be filled, though the Council does not give a date for when this might occur.

Gifts

As a member of the Solvunn Commune, you'll receive a gift bag containing:

◎ A clay mug, handmade by children in the settlements. Each mug is customized for the individual based on what the children have managed to learn about you, painted with what they believe to be your favorite colors, flowers, patterns, or animals. How accurate the kids are about you varies depending on your interactions with them, but they've tried their best. The bottom of the mug is signed by the child who made it for you. If you run into them afterward, they might ask if you like your mug.

◎ Thick and comfortable knitted socks made from the wool of Isar Hart's sheep farm.

◎ A few sachets of herbal teas to help you get a good night's rest and restore your energy. A small thank-you note accompanies the teas, signed by Lorelai and Esmond, who are grateful for the chance to return home.

Surroundings

The southernmost of the settlements, the Secondary Settlement boasts vast sprawling farmlands and a beautiful shoreline overlooking the ocean. Skies are sunny and clear throughout the gathering. Wildflowers bloom across the flat plains, orchards are starting to bear fruit, and fish are plentiful once more.

The Secondary Settlement is sparsely populated but maintains a tight-knit community. Where the Primary Settlement is a hub for schooling, craftspeople, and artisans, the Secondary Settlement is focused on agriculture and livestock: sheep, goats, horses, and fields of crops fill the area. Many families take pride in supplying the commune with produce and materials like wool, eggs, milk, and grains.

◎ Farms & Livestock
Farms are open with fences solely to keep out any predators or pests. You're free to visit the fields and orchards. Pick apricots and cherries, pet the sheep, play with the baby goats, and gather eggs for the evening's potluck. Isar Hart will be pleased to show you his prized black sheep, whose majestic horns are greatly admired. Smaller gardens filled with flowers and herbs are also available to explore. If you'd like to put together bouquets for the evening or make flower wreaths to decorate, you can help yourself. Finally, you can fish to your heart's content in the nearby pond. Bring your catch to dinner!

◎ Shrines
After recent events, shrines around the Secondary Settlement are full of offerings to appease the gods and seek guidance. These offerings consist of animal bones, harvested fruit, and wine. You can add to the shrines if you like or simply visit them. Many shrines hum with magical energy and all previous signs of corruption over the past few weeks have faded. You can ask for blessings of health, luck, or abundance for yourself or others.

◎ Neighborly Help
Although Solvunn doesn't place much emphasis on extravagance, the evening's affair is an important one. They'd like to look their best. Members of the commune are all around the settlement to give you a hand to get ready. You can have someone style or braid your hair with ribbons, color it with natural dyes, or lend you some clothes and accessories if you don't have any. You can help them in return, as well. They're also happy to trade items with you.

Louis de Pointe du Lac will temporarily alter your clothes or appearance for the night using illusory magic.

Potluck

The potluck takes place on the second evening, held outdoors in one of the Secondary Settlement's spring meadows. Decorations are rustic and simple, consisting of fresh flowers and candles.

Mud-clay sculptures and masks are available from Nanaue, though they are not very sturdy. Nero will hand out colorful brochures.

There are no assigned seats. Tables and chairs are placed tightly together, along with natural seating created by tree stumps and boulders. You're encouraged to mingle and wander around. Though a sober hush lies over the gathering, the atmosphere is hopeful. The people of Solvunn look forward to better days.

◎ Food & Drink
Solvunn's potluck feast consists of dishes and drinks brought by everyone in the commune, including members of the Council. There are hearty stews and soups, freshly baked bread, butter churned that very morning, and a variety of Solvunn's famous goat cheeses. You're invited to contribute anything you like! Simply add your dish or dessert to the table. The centerpiece of the potluck is a pig roast. Mead and ale flow freely.

Wanda Maximoff will bring sečenica, propeć (both cheese and egg savory baked goods), and traditional fruit pies of plums, cherries, sugar, almonds, and vanilla sugar. Claire Fraser will provide a unique loose-leaf herbal tea blend.

◎ Entertainment
The people of Solvunn will sing, dance, and make music together. On occasion, there are pauses for someone to take the spotlight, but overall no one's center stage for long. Instruments are passed around, and guests are encouraged to join in. Due to recent events, many songs are subdued, speaking of honoring the gods. Later in the night, stories are exchanged around the campfires. One particular folktale is told by Rowan March about Spyndlveiss, a figure who captures wayward sheep on their way between the settlements. From these lost sheep, he makes sheepskin suits for hungry wolves to wear.

Eddie Munson will hold a lively musical performance.

◎ Night's End
The potluck runs late into the night, though you can leave any time. Large tents are nearby for you to rest and spend the night. In the morning, you can join in on the communal breakfast before returning through the portal to the Primary Settlement.

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Comments

SIRI PLAY I KISSED A GIRL

[theidlemaiden]

[ When she decides to kiss Ciri, Hilda goes into it not expecting the white haired woman to kiss her back. After all, it had been a whim, a silly little ploy in order to get unwanted attention off her back and hopefully Ciri would forgive her for it. She pulls back almost languidly, lips brushing against Ciri's cheek as she pulls away leaving a smudge of her lipstick there. Her eyes dart surreptitiously just around Ciri's shoulder and sees that it had, in fact worked and her suitor was quickly turning away.

Her own expression lights up in triumph, eyes darting expectantly up towards Ciri. The minute she lays eyes on her though she's surprised to find...Ciri.exe stalling. She isn't sure what kind of reaction she'd get - maybe some surprise because the kiss was coming out of left field, but she certainly doesn't expect to break her.

Hilda is quick to dart a hand out to steady the bottom of her glass before it hits the floor all while keeping ahold of Ciri's hand. ]

Woah! Are you okay? [ There's something lighthearted in her voice, but there's some genuine concern on her face. ] Was my kiss that bad?

[wiedzminka]

[ To her credit, Ciri doesn't actually pull away. Maybe her brain's slow to react, but it's not just that; she doesn't really want to pull away. She's just--

Flustered. Feeling suddenly like she'd just been walking down the garden path and somehow stepped right off the edge of a cliff, Ciri reflexively squeezes Hilda's hand still in hers. The multicolored lights providing ambience do a decent job of disguising her blush, though perhaps not entirely. ]

N-no! [ she sputters, shaking her head. ] Just...

Surprising.

[ Finally managing to tear her eyes away from Hilda, Ciri glances over her shoulder to see the original Hilda-hopeful slinking away.

She turns back, and takes a quick, deep drink. ]

[theidlemaiden]

[ Even though Hilda's stance on kissing usually errs on the side of happy to do so especially if it's unattached, she'd never do more if it made someone uncomfortable. And, truthfully, she didn't have any plans to continue kissing Ciri (not to say she'd be opposed to it in general, but that's neither here nor there).

She's watchful, trying to decipher if there is discomfort in the flustered reaction and the mild flush that she's picking up on Ciri's cheeks. She's ready to profusely apologize if necessary but it's hard not to think that Ciri's sudden long dredge of her drink is anything but cute.

Hilda's lips curve in spite of herself. ]

Surprising can mean a couple of different things. Was it a good surprise or a bad one?

[wiedzminka]

[ Just excuse her while she chugs what is definitely meant to be a sipping alcohol. It's gone quickly enough, leaving Ciri no further excuses. One of the event staff passing by with a try hones in on her empty cup, but she doesn't pick up another one.

Instead, Ciri brushes back her hair, realizes she's still holding Hilda's other hand, and stalls again. That is a cute smile.

Play it cool, Ciri. ]

I suppose it depends... on why you did it. Should I be flattered?

[theidlemaiden]

[ With signs of life slowly returning to the white-haired woman, Hilda's trademark teasing glint returns to her eyes. Her gaze holds Ciri's, her tone lilting. ]

I think that also depends. If it's a bad surprise then I definitely just did it to get the guy off my back.

[ It's a subtle nod that it was okay if Ciri didn't like it the kiss. That it didn't have to be made out to be anything more than that and Hilda would happily move on, filing it under funny anecdotes for the future. ]

But if it's a good surprise, [ Her eyes flit to the smudge of her lipstick on Ciri's cheek still visible in the light. She reaches up to gently rub it away. ] I think you should be flattered. I'm a great dancer and a pretty good kisser from what I've been told.

[wiedzminka]

[ Maybe it's the warming, relaxing feeling of the alcohol, or the jittery excitement of the ambience and the music, but it is so easy to just... lean in. Tilt her head down when Hilda reaches up, automatically leaning her face into the touch.

Ciri laughs, a little breathless and awkward. She doesn't have a lot of experience being flirted with (at least not in a way that wouldn't be immediately met with a flash of her knife more likely than a smile). ]

I was rather hoping it wasn't the former. That would be pretty embarrassing.

[theidlemaiden]

You were hoping?

[ She can't help but sound pleased. The lipstick is gone, but Hilda is cheeky enough, bold enough, to keep her hand lingering there when she feels Ciri lean into her touch. Her thumb brushes against the apple of Ciri's cheek where all that remains is her own blush before pulling away a beat later. ]

The last thing I'd want to do is embarrass you.

[ A small lie; she enjoys being an instigator of embarrassment when it's harmless. ]

But honestly, I'm glad you didn't hate it. My backup plan was that if it didn't work, at least we still had the dancing to look forward to.

[wiedzminka]

[ Ciri pulls back too, a bit suddenly, eyes wide. ]

That's not what I meant! Just-- you know, it would have been quite rude of you to do that as a ruse without any other reason, and I'd have been likely to take offense.

[ It's not like they're close, or even really friends (yet, according to Ciri), so Ciri can only surmise she's either being made fun of, or for some reason, Hilda thinks she's attractive enough to flirt with. If it's not the former, Ciri's isn't upset--

But that just leaves her confused, and trying valiantly to recover from looking like a slack-jawed idiot. ]

[theidlemaiden]

[ A playful pout forms on her lips. ]

Well, I can't have you taking offence. That just won't do since we just became friends.

[ As far as Hilda is concerned, more or less murdering (it was murder, she isn't sure why she's trying to soften the reality) a group of acolytes together in the mountains immediately leapfrogs their relationship over acquaintances and into friendship territory.

And friends could think their friends were strong, super capable wielding just a pointed stick, and attractive even if said friend seems to be trying very hard to piece together a picture of something that should make a lot of sense in her mind. Doe eyes peer up at Ciri from beneath her lashes. ]

But since I told you that kissing you wasn't just about getting that guy to leave me alone, what other reason do you think I had?

[wiedzminka]

Did we?

[ Ciri intends to laugh, y'know, normally. But it comes out more of a startled, higher-than-intended giggle when Hilda gives her that look.

Shit. Is she drunk? The next thought just gets blurted out. Not an answer to the question. ]

You have such unusual eyes.

[theidlemaiden]

Ciri, we're definitely friends.

[ It's said with a squeeze of her hand to punctuate the point.

Ciri's laugh catches Hilda off guard - not because she thinks she's being laughed at, but because she hadn't expected it to come from her. Although to be fair they hadn't been in many scenarios for her to experience her laughing; there's not much to laugh about in the midst of fighting for your lives. It's an encouraging reaction all the same, causing her to drop the act for a moment as her laugh mingles with Ciri's. ]

Unusual? I've never had someone compliment me that way before. [ But she'll bite. She takes a tiny step closer. ] What's so unusual about them?

[ Aside from the obvious colour. ]

[wiedzminka]

[ It's a good thing Hilda knows it's definitely a compliment. And an obvious one, as Ciri's next answer is not at all subtle or particularly well thought-out. ]

The color.

I've never seen it before.

[ ... ]

Is your hair naturally pink too?

[theidlemaiden]

[ Hilda's lips twitch. Anyone else asking the question would have been on the receiving end of a well aimed punch, but it's pretty evident from the momentary brain break of the kiss to the guzzled mead that Ciri probably didn't know what she was asking.

Is a little bit mean to pull a trick on someone who's probably both a little tipsy and clueless? Probably. But hopefully she'd forgive her for this too. She tries her best to hold back the smile that threatens to appear on her face but it's the sparkle in her eyes that gives it away. ]

Are you asking me if the curtains match the drapes?

[wiedzminka]

[ It's kind of Hilda to be understanding. Judging by the blank, vacant look she gets from the Witcher girl, her suspicions that Ciri has no idea what's going on should be roundly confirmed.

Ciri blinks. Her brows furrow slightly, while she tries to decipher Hilda's peculiar expression. ]

What curtains?

[theidlemaiden]

[ Somehow Hilda saw that one coming too. It's too difficult to keep a straight face at that point. Her mischievousness slips through her attempt at a serious expression and she has to purse her lips in an attempt to keep it together. ]

You know like...

[ Hilda's eyes flit down and she makes a motion towards her own pelvic area. ]

Down there?

[wiedzminka]

[ She leans in slightly when Hilda trails off, as if to hear better. ] Hm...?

[ Processing. Just give her a moment.

Drapes. Curtains. Hold on.

Oh.

And upon the realization, she gives a start and a short gasp, eyes going round. ]

Oh! No! Sorry, that's not--

[ That never crossed her mind. Shit. Here is a cute girl offering to dance with her and Ciri's just offending her left and right, probably. This is too many things happening all at once. And she already finished her drink.

Ciri shakes her red face, scrambling to backpedal. ]

I only meant-- My friend Julie has pink hair with magic. She used to dye it, but now--

Actually. Never mind.

Forget I asked.

[ Can Hilda practically see the steam pouring out of her ears with how her brain is overheating like an old laptop with a bad fan? ]

[theidlemaiden]

[ Oh.

Admittedly she had been expecting some sort of reaction, but she can't help but feel a little bit guilty that she's managed to illicit a reaction that looks like Ciri might pass out and malfunction at the same time.

Quickly she reaches out, placing both hands on either sides of Ciri's cheeks as that action will somehow steady her. Her expression can't be read as anything but apologetic even with the smile there. ]

No, no it's okay! I was just kidding, I know you didn't mean anything by it.

[ There's a pause as she tucks a piece of hair behind Ciri's ear. ]

It is natural though, for the record.

[wiedzminka]

[ Probably for the best. It does steady her, somewhat, or at least refocuses her attention and shuts her up. (Internal screaming, however, continues.)

Ciri genuinely can't figure out if Hilda is teasing her or not. She dares not respond to the subject of Hilda's hair color any longer. ]

Do... you still want to dance?

[theidlemaiden]

[ The mystery about whether or not Hilda is lying about and/or teasing Ciri shall remain as such until a later date. Her hands linger on Ciri's cheeks a moment longer and when she's sure that she's (mostly) okay, they slip into hers. ]

I'd love to. [ Her eyes stay steady on Ciri's, her smile turning softer than the teasing one from before. ] Only if you want to though.

[wiedzminka]

[ Anything to get out of this conversation. ]

I feel like I should be the one surprised you still want to. [ She mumbles, squeezing Hilda's hand automatically. Tugging her toward the dance floor now with some excitement returning, eager to show that she's not entirely a clumsy idiot. ]

Thought I should hurry before you change your mind.

[theidlemaiden]

[ As Ciri turns away she misses the pleased look that dances in Hilda's eyes. She's quick to lengthen her steps so that she can fall into into step with Ciri. ]

Why wouldn't I want to?

[ There's a playful nudge of her elbow into Ciri's as they arrive at the outskirts of the dance floor. ]

Do you normally think that people that kiss you also don't want to dance with you?

[wiedzminka]

[ Ciri huffs, elbowing her back with a pout. ]

I don't know! This isn't an order of events that's occurred to me until now.

[theidlemaiden]

That's surprising.

[ Even though it's coupled with the distinct undertone of laughter, Hilda does genuinely mean it. Hilda is whirl of pink as she twirls into position in front of Ciri, lifting their intertwined hands into position and slipping her other around the small of Ciri's back. ]

You're strong, smart, and stunning. I think we should petition it to happen more as long as you're okay with it.

[wiedzminka]

[ At least dancing is simple enough, her body leaning into the music and the gentle tug here and there of Hilda stepping into the leading role with ease, at least to start them off. These aren't the exact dances and specific steps she grew up learning, but she's spent long enough in the Free Cities by now to recognize and know the most common styles; she moves easily, light and graceful on her feet despite the way her mind keeps snagging on all the unexpected things about Hilda. ]

All that, from finding me in the woods having not brushed the blood out of my hair in a month? [ She laughs, as if to wave it off, but there's an undercurrent maybe that the question is genuine.

It's not that they haven't seen each other since, but really, that's the longest amount of time they spent together -- harrowed and haggard, making their way down the mountain with a few nights of camp and restless watching in between (and an avalanche, to top it all off). Ciri had been so focused on making sure everyone made it down in more or less one piece and making sure they were fed and not attacked by wild animals, that she'd hardly been out to make friends. Or a good impression at all. Hilda's probably seen her covered in mud and blood more days put together than she's seen Ciri bathed.

Suddenly, the realization is embarrassing where it really shouldn't have been. Ciri's always been proud of being able to handle herself in what many would consider man's work, while also happily remaining interested in dresses and makeup. But there's still the nagging disbelief whenever anyone calls her pretty, let alone stunning.

Unconsciously, by nervous habit, she lifts a hand from Hilda's shoulder to fuss with her bangs, pulling the longer strands over the scarred side of her face. Laughs again and shrugs. ]

You flatter me too much. I'm beginning to think you're winding up to ask me for a favor.

[theidlemaiden]

I can see the potential in people. [ And then teasingly - ] I'll be honest, I was a little worried that you were the type to run around for months on end without showering, but I'm glad to see that that isn't the case.

[ At a glance, Hilda's words certainly come across as somewhat embellished considering they've only known each other for a not very long at all. But she does mean them. She wielded flattery almost as skillfully as she wielded her axe - which is to say, very well. Years of wrapping people around her finger so that she could get out of doing work, chores, and cushion her bubbling anxiety had resulted in who she was today.

And while it's true that her flattery had been used so many times now that she had lost count, there's nothing for Hilda to gain here. The way she sees it, Ciri deserved the vote of confidence that she was strong, smart and desirable particularly after everything she had been through. And she's more than happy to provide that for her, even if she's thoroughly enjoying herself watching the young woman blush. Her eyes track the brush of her bangs, noting it as a small footnote for later. She lets out her own kind laugh. ]

If was asking you for a favour, you'd know. [ This particular dance requires Hilda to drop the hand holding Ciri's in order to sweep around her, all while keeping her other hand in contact with Ciri's waist until she's in front of her again. Fingers tangle in hers as she flashes Ciri another smile. ] I've already asked you to fend off someone tonight. Any more and you might think I'm being greedy.