1st Bloom ❀ (Video)

[showmeyourwreath]

(SEELIE LOCKED)

[Flora is primly seated with her back straight and resting against a tree.]

Hello everyone and good day to you. For those that don't know it, my name is Flora. It's very nice to meet you and I really hope you're well, especially after what's happened. [She dips her head in greeting, and there is a gentle attentiveness to her eyes as she broadcasts; her words and concern are not surface pleasantries.]

I'll get right to it: I know that some of us were stranded following the mission, so if you need a lift, I'd be more than happy to help bring you back. I do understand wanting to take the scenic route, though; getting the lay of the land is rather important, too. There's a lot out there that's very interesting. [Her eyes light up and her smile widens for a long moment.] Like, there are so many wonderful plants here, I can hardly believe it. I--I am about to get carried away, pardon me.

[There's a delicate noise as she raises a fist and clears her throat. She smiles anew and sincerely, but not quite so wide this time and there's something almost anxious about it, like she wants to say something else, but the moment passes because she wills it to. This isn't the time to share, yet, but maybe she can meet somewhere in the middle.]

(OPEN TO ALL)

I am curious, though, if you feel comfortable answering. How many of you come from worlds with magic? How many of you don't?

Anyway, I thank you for your time. Please, take care.

Video - Seelie/Unseelie

[teenyoda]

[He might have thought to lock it if he hadn't been so excited with his news.]

Oh my god! Okay, okay. So maybe this place isn't so bad. I got magic. That's apparently my gifty boon thing for getting my ass handed to me by the invading hoard.

[He pauses, blinking and grinning down at the locket.]

I'm actually living a video game now. I feel like I just leveled up. Now all I need's a familiar. But look. Look!

[He waves around a staff, then points the locket at the books that had arrived with the staff, symbols emblazoned on them and looking exactly like what they were; spell books.]

Dude, I'm a freaking magician. Wizard? Sorcerer? I don't really know yet, but I can do stuff. See?

[He'd already poured through part of a book and had memorized one incantation. He repeated it, the tip of his staff glowing before the comforter on his bed caught fire.]

Oh... uh, no. No, shit. No, wait I didn't, hey! Hey! Stop. Finito! FLAME OFF! FLAME! OFF!

[He drops the locket and the staff and goes to pull the comforter off to toss in the fireplace. Have fun watching that debacle.]

video [unlocked]

[untranquil]

Do you think you’re in the right place?

[ Hello, world. Have a scruffy face with a crooked nose and pinned-together smile—and glimpses of a garden wall beyond him, perhaps enough background scenery for the observant and clever to note that he's speaking from Caer Scima, but he isn't purposefully trying to hide that. ]

I don’t mean the Drabwuld generally. I’m sure many of you don’t belong here at all, and I wish you all the luck in all of the worlds finding your way home. But if you must be here, do you think your court chose you correctly? Do you believe in...

[ He waves a hand—he means their codes or perhaps their shit; it’s open for interpretation—and, out of view, the gesture attracts the attention of his cat. When Anders goes on he’s distracted, looking off to the side, trying to tempt Ser Pounce-a-lot closer. ]

Smug— [ Anders. ] —self-righteous— [ Anders look at yourself. ] —paragons of virtue need not respond.


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