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Gale Arash

Ruler of Sagittarius, Country of Gradivus

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        "With every benefit shall be a cost, with every cost shall come a gain. The trade and exchange of goods, services, or information all retain value and must be agreed upon by both parties prior to the exchange. Monetary value is not the end all and be all of the exchange, for goods can be traded for goods, information for information, or any assortment of such services, so long as abided by both sides of the contract . Nothing is free, for even life itself bears a cost. To end ones life is to steal their value. Every person is a potential contract, every mark a potential customer. Live strong, spend wisely, deal with who you please. For you know not when someone has paid for your head."
        ------------------------------------------------------------------- -Excerpt from the Gradivian Book of Trade


        Gale Arash
        Ruler of Sagittarius/ 20 / Gradivus / Blessing of the Wind / Argo the Rat


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                B L E S S I N G x O F x T H E x W I N D


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                This is the ability for one to essentially walk on air and use the winds to boost the three-dimensional movement of the self. Creating temporary food holds in the air involves focusing the winds movement into a single point from beneath the users feet. In doing so, one is able to see where the magic is concentrated as it changes the color of the wind into a light emerald hue. A similar concept works with the three-dimensional movement, changing and manipulating the direction and strength of the winds around oneself, allowing for better mobility and speed, leaving a trail of emerald light behind the user.


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                A more offensive type of magic, allowing the user to concentrate the winds near them and materialize them as an emerald crescent-shaped blade of air and launch them towards enemies. It is not a very strong magic, and is easily telegraphed and dodged, but cuts from wind do sting and hurt quite the amount.


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                As with everything in life, as per the Gradivian belief, there is a cost to match every gain. In exchange for using the Wind Step magic, she slowly loses function of her legs, and if she uses too much, she will eventually lose all function of her legs completely. For right now, she only has a slight limp in her step, but the more she uses it, the worse it will become. As for Wind Cutter, all damage and injury she inflicts on another, she herself also receives. Due to this, she uses the spell more to disarm than to kill, targeting the arms more than anywhere else. As such, her own arms are covered with cuts and scars from previous uses, though she covers then with bandage wraps. Additionally, the scars on her face are also because of this drawback. However, the physical ailments are not the only drawback of this ability. There is a saying within the Halidom of Gradivus that goes, "Rumours Flow Along The Wind." Simply, the more Gale uses her ability, she also begins to lose control of herself. This does not mean she loses her sanity, but she slowly loses the ability to filter her thoughts, her actions, and her words. As the winds that whisper the tales of truth, she too will be unable to ignore her feelings deep down, and this very well may cloud her judgment as a ruler.



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        L I K E S
        ☐ β”‚Beneficial Trades
        ☐ β”‚ Gradivus
        ☐ β”‚ Loyalty
        ☐ β”‚ Free Running
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        D I S L I K E S
        ☐ β”‚ Ocean Travel
        ☐ β”‚Talking about Family
        ☐ β”‚ Cold
        ☐ β”‚ Lack of Respect






        "We of Gradivus prioritize value over a lot and because of that... I'm sure other kingdoms think we are a heartless and selfish people. But it is precisely because we love value that we have our pride and our strength. We understand more than most the price of things, that everything has a cost, that what we have shouldn't be something we take for granted. We respect life, we value it, and that's why we can take them, and why we take care of our own. We have a ruler, we have rules, but we aren't just some kingdom. We're a
        family. Family fights for family, and that's one of the few things that you can't put a price on."





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"You want info? That'll cost you.
Why? I could answer that, but
that'll cost you some as well.
If you want something in this
world, you have to be willing
to give something of yourself in
exchange. Services, information,
revolution, revolt, all of it costs
money. But, hey. When you've
got the money, give me a call,
alright?"





moral alignment: Chaotic Neutral
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        run, dear nomad of the sand, for the day will come when you run no more


        Gale's attitude is one not befitting of the conventional ruler of a kingdom. As a person, she is well-known and well liked amongst her citizenship, but as a ruler, her identity among the people is unknown. This has been a practice in the kingdom for a long time, and only on rare occasions have the rulers actually revealed themselves. She is uncouth and lackadaisical, often avoiding the normal paperwork that is meant to be her job. This kind of attitude was inherited from the previous ruler, her mother, for she herself was also of the same mindset. However, it is because of this very familiar attitude that she gets along well with the people of the kingdom, despite them not knowing her true identity.

        Though she often avoids her duties as a ruler to embark on other journeys, she does do her job properly when she knows she absolutely must. From both studies and from firsthand experience under the guidance of ministers, part of the select few who are able to know the identity of the ruler, she is capable of maintaining governance and establishing a political foothold. Although, her methodology tends to come off as rather unruly and straightforward.

        However, when she isn't attending to the various duties of the ruler, or when she's playing hooky, she often takes up assignments or missions herself and venture off under the guise as a hired mercenary. On the job she is very serious and takes her contracts very seriously, doing what is outlined, no more no less. To her own belief, no job is too small, no target too big, so long as the compensation is fair. For this reason, she's venture forth into some areas of other kingdoms, though if there's one thing she absolutely hates, it's having to travel by water.

        Her carefree personality and willingness to do a wide assortment of odd jobs here and there are not simply due to a detachment from the feelings of others. Rather, she cherishes her people and her kingdom very much. She wouldn't give it up even if someone offered her all the coin she could spend in a lifetime. Though she believes there's a price on nearly anything, she refuses to do anything that would bring them misfortune. To her, she isn't the ruler of a kingdom, or the leader of a guild. To her, she is part of a large family. A family that, even through fights and bickering, will always have each others backs. That's the kind of community that has been built in Gradivus for all these years, and that's the kind of community that Gale holds dear more than anything else.

        It is because of this belief, this idea, that the kingdom is her family, that she becomes unforgiving when it is threatened. With her blood family already dead, she refuses to let anything happen to her newly proclaimed family. She faults no one for the death of her parents, as they were caused by unfortunate circumstance. But because of this, she has an unspoken bitterness that she doesn't normally let show. After all, as much as she cares for and wants to consider the people of Gradivus her family, they can't replace what she has lost. On the rare occasions where she does find someone or something to vent her frustrations on, she continues to wear her usual smile, but it is devoid of all the join and happiness that is normally expressed. Not many have seen this side of her, but those who have either can no longer express their thoughts of it, or see her in an entirely new light. The oncoming war could very well bring out the worst in her. After all, when a person has nothing left to fight for, when they are already broken inside, they are their most dangerous they could ever be. For a person with no one to return to... there is no motivation for them to preserve themself, and they can fight with no fear of someone missing them back home. While she may not be the best fighter... she does specialize in stealth attacks.




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      negotiation / A necessity for striking up any deal, Gale is proficient in conversing and compromising so as to make a fair trade. xx
      agility / Even without the ability of Wind Step, Gale is plenty agile herself, though using the ability does allow her to pull off some pretty complicated movements and maneuvers to confuse her enemy or make a getaway.
      secrecy / If there's any one thing that she is absolutely confident in, it's her ability to hide secrets and lie her way out of sticky situations.
      family ties / Her strong bond with the people of her kingdom make her strong and give her a reason to fight on. The smiling faces that greet her when she returns is a sight which she holds dear.



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      family ties / Both one of her strengths, as well as a glaring weakness. For the safety of her people, she would give up her own life if need be. She would give up the world, if it meant the people she holds dear get to live on. But seeing another person she cares for fall... might be the thing to break her.xx
      strong fighters / Gale herself isn't very strong in terms of combat. She focuses more on espionage and sabotage. In combat, with a knowledgeable fighter, her best bet is to run away. However, should she use her ability to do so, she slowly will become less and less able to flee.
      boats / Gale is absolutely terrified and uncomfortable with travel by boats. She is extremely prone to seasickness and the thought of the boat being isolated in the middle of nowhere with no places to run makes her extremely shifty and nervous.



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      H I S T O R Y
      The sands of time wait for none


      Gale is the direct descendant and heir of the late ruler of Gradivus, her mother. Her father had died a mere few years ago doing a subjugation mission. Something had gone wrong, no one knew what, but only some of his companions returned... but had left their sanity behind. Her mother had been alive until just recently, but the drawback of her magic had left her crippled and bed-ridden. It wasn't until a few days after Gale's coronation that her mother passed too.

      However, her coronation was not a celebration. For the tradition in Gradivus was that the ruler's identity remained of the highest level of secrecy, only a select few are permitted to actually witness who they are. Her coronation was quiet, simply between her mother, herself, and the ministers who served them. It was difficult to watch as her mother struggled ever so greatly to perform the rites and pass on the torch. Gale had understood the cause of her mother's fragility, and that was because of her power. Though she never truly did realize until later on when her leg had begun to show signs of instability, resulting in her walking with a visible limp.

      But now she stands, with a wide smile and warm heart. For even if her blood family was no more, she had the family of her people. If not for herself, she would work hard for them. She would do her best to help the people of Gradivus, because in the end...
      they're the only family she's got left and she'll do anything to protect them.






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                R E L A T I O N S
                Sided with the king


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                xxx"She seems like a pretty calculating person, and I can't say I really fault her for her ideals. Under different circumstances, I probably would have sided with her. It's a shame really."

                Gale sees the queen as a person with drive and conviction, and under differing circumstances, Gale may very well have chosen to side with her. Gale sees merit in what the queen preaches, that in order for peace one must prepare for war, in order to rule one must be prepared to become the monster. Sometimes, not everything can be talked out, and communication through conflict can often speak in louder volumes. Gale has no vendetta with the queen, but opposes not her purpose or reason, but the company she keeps.

                β–ˆ β–ˆ β–ˆ β–ˆ β–ˆ RESPECT - -β–ˆ β–ˆ β–ˆ β–ˆ β–ˆ FRIENDSHIP - -β–ˆ β–ˆ β–ˆ β–ˆ β–ˆ DISCOMFORT - -β–ˆ β–ˆ β–ˆ β–ˆ β–ˆ HATRED
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                xxx"I respect the King's ideals and his preaching of freedom for the kingdoms. Not having a larger entity breathe down my back for everything our country does, good or bad, is certainly a good incentive, but it isn't for the king or for his cause that I'm pledging my blade."

                While part of the reason Gale has ended up siding with the king is in fact the benefit his rule has to her and her people, the main reasons lies in the company he keeps. Namely, some of Gradivus' main suppliers and customers. As such, she feels no particular loyalty to him or his cause, but even so, she does respect him and the concepts he strives for. Quirks and random acts aside, the king appears to be smart enough to know what he's doing in regards to the current situation.

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                With the exception of business related purposes between the two of them, Gale hasn't had much opportunity to communicate with Dharylan. Although, she doesn't think he's that bad of a person. Just a little odd.

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                xxx"To be honest, I'm not really fond of him. The way he carries himself, the way he acts, it's rather off-putting. Though I guess you could say I'm jealous of certain things that he has which I don't."

                She's heard about the ruler of Taurus and stories of his escapades, but hasn't really talked to him very much with the exception of some meetings here and there. She finds his large family size to be something worth envying, but can't help but find fault in his mannerisms.

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                Gale has a strong attachment to the Gemini twins, seeing them as an extension of her own family. She is ever grateful for the help and support she's received from them and sees Elaine as a second mother and Vespera as an elder sister. She occasionally drops by to visit the twins and enjoy a cup of tea. She's picked up a bit of sign language to aid in communication, but still doesn't understand much.

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                Gale feels indebted to Zarya as the kingdom of Cikrik is the main supplier of consumable items in Gradivus. Without Zarya's assistance, it is likely that Gale's kingdom would fall, and Gale is extremely thankful. Though, aside from this system of trade, they have not communicated much with each other.

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                Gale once trained under Zari's instruction, and from then on she saw Zari as a friend and someone to look up to. She appreciates Zari's kingdom as a fellow partner in a similar field of work, and respects their claims to jobs. Gale has a sneaking suspicion that Zarya sometimes feels annoyed around her, but has convinced herself that it's just her imagination. As far as Gale is concerned, they're good friends; though Zari can get a little scary from time to time.

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                xxx"Haven does this... thing with plants. It's super odd, but I'm super thankful 'cuz sometime she'll help us when we have a bit of a Scourge outbreak. Plus, the toxins that she provides us with are pretty useful too."

                Another person that Gale undergoes business with, but doesn't quite avidly talk to. Gale is super thankful for Haven's help, though is concerned that one day she might use the Scourge Plants for unruly objectives. All in all, she's rather fond of her.

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                xxx"Can't say I'm too fond of what I've heard he's done. Good intentions or not, the actions are questionable."

                Gale has never personally met him, but she's heard rumours about the socialist preaching ruler around the Cosmos. While she does approve of the intentions of his actions, she can't help but feel that it's undermined by the method he used to achieve them.

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                Due to various events which occurred over the course of the relations between their kingdoms, Gale is rather scared of the Sangreal. She's done her best over the past year to stay away from his watchful eye, and avoid any contact with him as possible.

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                As a neighbour, Gale respects their territory and wishes not to get in any unnecessary conflicts with Nadya. Though, she's heard around the vine that Nadya is quite the avid drinker; enough so that most people can't hold their liquor quite as well as she does.

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                C A P R I C O R N
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                xxx"damn what a cool kid. nothing @ all like a bad leader."

                A little bit more on how your character feels about them, or previous history they had. This does not need to be long. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit.

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                After an incident that occurred some years prior, Gale became close friends with Cedar and she has a level of attraction towards him. She never had many opportunities to communicate with him, both of them having their own duties to their kingdoms, but cherished all the moments where she had spare time to visit. There are times when she wished that she would be able to meet him, not as a neighboring ruler, but as something... more. Though she's never voiced such things to anyone except her deceased father. Gale trusts Cedar as much as she does her own people and hopes that these kind of peaceful days don't end."


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                P I S C E S
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Gale Arash's Story

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Character Portrait: Estelle Character Portrait: Isidore Character Portrait: Michio Itou Character Portrait: Gale Arash Character Portrait: Fauna Cassiopeia Character Portrait: Omne Character Portrait: Levir Gaege Character Portrait: Kenji Auriga
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    β€œ-ir. Sir Levir.”

    The disembodied voice drifted into Levir’s consciousness like tendrils of smokeβ€”entirely unwelcome.

    
Eyes still screwed tightly shut, Levir felt the hesitation radiating off the body beside him before the ghost of a hand hovered over his shoulder.

    β€œDon’t touch me,” he whispered, neither angrily nor gruffly, but the hand flinched away nonetheless.

    A different hand flicked at his temple before he could react, causing his jaw to unclench and his eyes to snap open. He came face to face with a mess of blue hair and an insufferable grin. The idiot probably had his head over the bannister of the ship the whole ride.

    β€œI could hear your teeth grinding from across the ship.” Augustine laughed, and Levir could physically feel the grating pain in his head.

    Levir clicked his tongue and, slowly, relaxed the tension in shoulders just enough to unfold his arms. In a flash, he smacked the mouthy guard on the back of the head. Augustine winced, rubbing the now sore spot.

    β€œNo one gave you permission to speak.”

    β€œYessir, sorry, sir,” barked Augustine in a mocking monotone.

    Levir sighed. He’d never learn his lesson.

    With a delicate caution, Levir planted both feet on the floor of the airship before rising from seat. Even with his exceedingly slow movements, he still felt a wave of nausea wash over him as he stood. His face contorted into a grimace as he grasped at the nearest railing.

    β€œWhat was it?” he hissed, directing his question to the first guard who spoke but not lifting his gaze from the ground.

    β€œWe’ve nearly arrived, sir,” stated the man with a clipped, respectful tone. Ah, see, that’s what he expected. Augustine could stand to learn a few lessons from this fine soldier.

    The docking notice rang out across ship and again an expression of pain flickered across Levir’s face. By all accounts of formality, Levir should be by Estelle’s side when they landed, but he was barely managing standing still. He lifted his head and caught sight of Estelle, her statuesque stature and poise easy to catch sight of wherever they might have been. Mentally, he calculated the number of steps it would take to reach her. A groan escaped his throat. Too many. It was too many.

    With a wave of his hand, he shooed Augustine away. Catching the hint, he jogged across the deck towards Estelle, preparing to complete Levir’s task in his stead. Levir stumbled after him, teetering unsteadily.

    The ship landed with a jolt, sending Levir falling to his knees. He remained still for several seconds, focusing all his energy on holding in the entire contents of his stomach. When he finally felt well enough to stand, he noted, infuriatingly, that both Augustine and Estelle appeared unaffected.

    Estelle disembarked, followed closely by Augustine, and Levir went after them best he could. The constant feeling of nausea that had plagued him felt instantly alleviated the moment Levir staggered off the ship and his feet touched genuine, solid dirt. Still, he could feel a dull throbbing at the back of his head that would take some time longer to wear off.

    He looked up and caught sight of a landscape that read more like a watercolor painting than a reality, an imposing castle in the backdrop more like a smudge superimposed over the haze. A low groan left him. The visual tricks the island was playing on him did nothing to help his headache.

    Estelle’s voice drew his attention directly ahead of him, and the creatures that greeted them, he decided, were not helping either. He recognized them, had seen an image in textbooks some time ago, he was sure. But he was never too good at studies, and the name of the creepy figures escaped him. Ah, well, not that it particularly mattered anyway.

    Slightly steadier on his feet, Levir followed obediently after Estelle, keeping pace with Fauna. The actions of the hazy figures did not fully register with him as they happened, a soft fog still settled in his mind. He glanced up with unfocused, noting primarily that he was permitted to continue on the journey.

    The scream that pierced the air was entirely unexpected. Levir did not flinch but turned to glance backwards at the fallen and slumped figure of Augustine. It did not take much to realize what had occurred. A dull ache formed in his chest, eyes crinkling in a quiet show of sympathy. Nothing else was allowed. Estelle continued the march forward, and Levir drew inspiration from her dead gaze, let a familiar ice close over his heart as his eyes returned to a cold steel. For all his frivolous behavior, Levir noted, Augustine had always been an excellent comrade. It was a shame to have to relieve him of his duties.

    ***

    With the subtle movement of a single finger, Levir lifted the hem of Estelle’s dress from the mud it had been dragging in for the past half hour. He worried the quiet drag of the fabric as they entered the building would attract the Queen’s attention, and even he would not escape punishment for the minor act of defiance. The dress itself was not stained in an area more than three centimeters wide; in fact, Levir would likely be the only person to ever know it was there aside from the woman who’d wash the garment. It was incredibly petty, and for a moment he felt like a lesser man. But he recalled Estelle's eyes as she did not even look back at the man who had spent every second of his life in her service, and it did not stop Levir from feeling a dull satisfaction.

    He was not surprised (and could not muster the energy to be annoyed) at the sight of fifteen seat nestled neatly against the table, even as he noticed the unique tracking system. Twenty dots. They’d known who would be coming all along. Cads, revered mystics or not.

    With not even a sigh to betray his disappointment at the inevitable ache at the balls of his feet, Levir took his position behind Estelle, looking almost like a statue with his tense posture, hands clasped behind his back, face frozen in an expression caught somewhere between disinterest and fierce focus.

    The King entered first, Michio and another unfamiliar trailing behind him. Pleased to see a friend, Levir attempted to catch Michio’s gaze to, at the very least, send an unspoken β€˜hello’ his way. He failed to make eye contact, however, leaving Levir wondering if perhaps Michio was truly more dedicated to his duties than he. The thought didn’t seem to bother him much.

    Isidore followed shortly after, making the day seem somewhat lucky. His eyes were still intact in his face, and he’d seen two friendly faces he hadn’t seen in quite some time. Not so bad, if he dared to risk jinxing the whole day.

    Laws of etiquette forbade him from actually greeting the familiar face, through words or action, but Levir raised his eyebrows in a quasi acknowledgment of both his presence and their (past?) friendship, hoping Isidore would catch notice of the gesture.

    There was no acknowledgement of his movement, however, and Is’s face seemed ashen, even in the low light of the cathedral-esque interior, and a pang of pity touched Levir. It must be difficult for the young man, noted Levir, to be an enemy of several people near to him.

    But there was nothing Levir could do for him, not then, not as Levir Gaege, Heart of the Stars, Protector of Caelestis, or whatever else nonsense titles those eerie monsters had given him.

    A young girl entered after, with too much of an airy attitude to truly be considered polite, and Levir tucked the annoyance away into the back corner of his mind. It was of no concern to him. There was no point in being bothered at all.

    Several more long moments of silence filled the room before they cut off abruptly by the soft sound of tuneless singing. Levir’s jaw twitched. Irksome. There was a point after all.

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xxxxxIt was but another fine day in the land of Cosmos, the sacred continent where the stars born and die, the ultimate landings of the Zodiacs, where humankind thrived and achieved their zenith. All kinds of magnificent sayings and quotes can be weaved in regards to this very land. But, as of any other creations that had come into being by the hands of The Universe, the land, its' rulers and its' people, all come with flaws. They indulged in their meager blessings, they basked in the glory bestowed upon them, they sing songs of their victories and their civilizations. And now, they deny their responsibilities, fall prey to the greed and darkness of their hearts. They blame it all on each other, and conflicts began to spark. The orders began to spiral out of their balance, and peace soon will be but a distant dream.

A war to resolve all problem.

Eventually, they had had to come down to this resolution. An end-game scenario, as one would probably say. Will everything return to the way they once were, or will this land spin deeper towards its' inevitable demise? The revelation is but a matter of time, and all that may transpire shall carve a deep marking into the very core of this world. To enthuse the moments to come as a 'marking that breathes life to the canvas that had remained colorless for too long' or to fall into the bottomless pit of despair, over what was surely to come. It is no doubt that every soul standing on the lands of Cosmos will have a decision to make.

"Fou, fou, kyuu." The clear sound of the little Cait Aidolon woke Dharylan up from his nap, as he had somehow dozed off while he was sitting in the cabin and admiring the views, possibly having composed some poems on the way, while the royal airship was taking him to the far Heaven's Eye on the other side of the map. Slowly opening his eyes, the first thing he saw was the little thing sitting by his head and licking his face. He smiled brightly as he grasped his small pet within his two hands and snuggled its' nose with his own. "Good morning, Mayvin. Is it time to take care of the Grand Garden already? What could I possibly do without you ~" He coddled the beast in a way similar to a mother playing with her own infant.

"It's almost noon already, and we're not at Vengard, nor at the Palace." Another husky voice spoke up from the other side of the cabin. It was a tall man with red hair, bearing a sword made not from Arisia but from Dai-uchu by his belt. He was standing with his arms crossed and his back leaned against the wall, gazing at the Flower King with his ever frowned eyebrows and confident grin. "You really didn't see this occasion as something of a high altitude, did you?"

Dharylan chuckled, "Why, of course I did, dearest Akira. I just don't want to be overly excited about it. Should I throw banquets and balls all over this humble ship just to show that I'm looking forward to be able to partake in an event only occurred once in several lifetimes?"

"That's not what I meant." Akira shrugged as he approached his king, step by step, until he stood proudly in front of him, "What I'm trying to say is that you should probably show more excitements at times. You never really gotten bored looking at yourself in the mirror and to see that goofy grin again and again?"

Dharylan let go of Mayvin and crossed his legs, "I suppose so. I have never been someone who is too much of an emotional one. I thought you of all people should know that?"

"Now that I think of that, the only times when I really saw you showing more colorful expressions on your face are when I discard this exuberant robe off." Akira smirked as he lowered himself and trailing his finger across Dharylan's robe, then caressing his face.

"Come now, you didn't even let me have a break for the whole night yesterday, and now your 'beast' is still vigorous? Have you been taking doses of ouvofros pollen behind my back?" Dharylan pretended to protest Akira's action, but a mischievous chuckle made its' way on his face. He didn't flinch away from his closest guard, though.

"Don't talk as if you are so innocent. Need me to remind whose name you're always screaming? I have no idea which kind of sheep you apply yourself to, but the wolves definitely would stay far away from them, if I must say." Akira hold some flocks of Dharylan's soft hair and placed a kiss on them, before moving away to the window on the other side of the cabin, gazing outside, "We should be there soon. Are you certain that this is the right path for you? I usually don't listen to what Aserys got to say, but I must admit this time he might have a point. You needn't have to raise your blade against anyone. Especially if some of them are meaningful to you."

"There is no turning back now, Akira." Dharylan gazed outside of the window next to him, his voice is calm, yet full of certainty. He can already see the grounds of Heaven's Eye in the distance, "The sacrifices will be humongous. Yes, I know. It pains me to watch my people being plunged into yet another tragedy. I live for the present, but I still hold envisions towards the future. No matter what will all of this resulted, I believe it will all worth it. I prayed and I questioned the Deuses everyday whether if my choice is correct or not, but if this is the only for us to actually find some meanings, amidst this torturous boundaries between illusions and reality, then so be it." Dharylan then stood up as the airship slowly approached the dock, and gazed at Akira, "Will you place your trust in me, like you did many years ago when you pledged your sword in front of me?"

With no hesitation, Akira bowed, "With all my life, your Grace."

As the airship stopped at the dock, Dharylan walked out into the open air. It was certainly a thing to let your mind wander in imagination when reading the books and observing the paintings, and an entirely different one to be graced in the reality. If allowed to stay in Heaven's Eye longer, he believes he would be able to compose thousands of poems when he return. But apparently, there is no time for that. He also noticed other airships bearing insignia of the other kingdoms were also there before them. One was from Caelestis, one was from Gradivus, and the one which Dharylan presented to Omne after he was coronated as a token of gratitude bearing the color of Dai-uchu.

Dharylan put on his hood and disembarked the airship by himself. As much as he wanted to take Akira along with him, the line written in the script of the Arisia King who attended the previous Eistrea which stated that 'mere mortals, thou shalt not trespass the holy grounds, for thy punishment awaits' is certainly not there for fun. This alone is enough to make the atmosphere become tense, but he knows he must not succumb to it.

Making his way through the serene grass field, Dharylan sees white flowers growing in straight lines all across the ground. He remembered reading about them in the Flora Encyclopedia, but as much as he wanted to stop and admire them, he is still conscience enough to know that he isn't here for flower watching. The meeting with the other 14 rulers may sound like a dread for some, for half of them are going to be his enemies soon. Fortunately, some of the rulers whom he can considered to be closed with will be on his side, but it saddens him for having to face the remaining too.

Nonetheless, by his very own hands, Dharylan had dragged his nation out of its' misery, then why couldn't he do the same now? It's still better to retain a positive outlook of what is to come than to be all gloomy about it. A sulking flower is always the one to wilt first, after all.

Halfway through the field, Dharylan was then greeted by several shrouded beings with three eyes. The Virtus is what they are called, according to what he recollected from his readings. "Dharylan Descadio Aerys, Ruler of Aries, Liberator of Arisia." The being spoke of Dharylan's full name and his titles, at which he nodded, "Come with us."

The journey through the mist was not quite pleasant, as Dharylan has to keep his hood on to prevent it from destroying his one-hour effort in making his hair this morning, but eventually, a gigantic castle was in sight. Upon entrance, he was led to the meeting room where all zodiacs will meet. As the giant door crafted with sophisticated cravings was sprung opened, Dharylan entered, and the first thing he saw are a handful of rulers who have arrived, which included Queen Estelle and King Omne along with their guards, who surprised him a bit for being allowed to come, as well as Gale of Gradivus and Isidore of Pisces.

"Greetings, Your Majesty. I hope your journey had been well." Dharylan took off his hood and bowed to Omne with his usual smile, before turning to the Estelle, "The same to you, Your Grace." With that said, he then took a seat next to the King of Constellation, and took out a book which he had tucked inside his robe and immersed himself within the wise words, while in fact still keeping an eye on his surrounding.

The atmosphere is still tense, but Dharylan knows what is about to come shall be interesting, indeed.

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Character Portrait: Estelle Character Portrait: Isidore Character Portrait: Dharylan Character Portrait: Michio Itou Character Portrait: Kedemel Lamont Character Portrait: Gale Arash Character Portrait: Fauna Cassiopeia Character Portrait: Omne Character Portrait: Levir Gaege Character Portrait: Kenji Auriga
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Kedemel was dizzy and weak. His head was turning, his bowels were turning, his world was spinning. Twice, he leaned overboard to gaze into the blue- almost black waters hoping to discard his breakfast. He knew it would be a long boat ride but this long? He felt sick. "I fucking hate boats," he whined under his breath, taking a deep breath and sighing once again. The captain was singing somewhere loudly in the background, under the assumption Kedemel was cozily snuggled inside a cabin. He was about to take a deep breath and bellow something along the lines of "shut up," but his face screwed as the nausea came back to him in full force. Somewhere in between that moment he hung off the side of the ship and stared into the sea.
He forgot himself for a moment- the wind came rushing back up to him and seawater splattered his face when the boat rocked particularly hard over a steep wave. Disgusted, he sat back up again, and roughly combed the water out of his hair. Did he fall asleep? He took a deep breath again. The only good thing about the sea was that the air smelled good. Before long, they had arrived. Elijah came out stretching and yawning as if he had the most wonderful sleep of his life. Kedemel glared at him. "Alright there Keddy?"
"I'm your ruler now you should show some more respect," Kedemel lightly scolded his bonded brother. He would never admit it but Kedemel had recently grown tired of Elijah's blatant disregard for his ruler. That or he just despised the nickname Elijah had given him since they'd both been boys in the orphanage. Sometimes Kedemel would think about getting rid of Elijah just because he didn't want to put up with the boy's insufferable comments. They were brothers, yes, but Elijah never grew up. The only thing that kept Elijah next to Kedemel was Elijah's willingness to carry on his legacy; Kedemel only trusted the man he knew best.
They docked slower than Kedemel had liked- he was impatient. He climbed down the rungs of the ladder on top of the moss covered dock. Was it even safe to park the boat there? He glanced up at his ship. He supposed that the people or weird creatures that ran Heaven's Eye would make sure that nothing went floating off. They did lower it to the ground and rid the surrounding sea of sea monsters during it's decent. He looked back up at Elijah, "Good luck Keddy! Remember sharing is caring! Also don't forget to say hi to the other rulers for me!"
Kedemel scoffed. Right, Elijah taking over the kingdom sounded and felt like a disaster right now. He was going to order ponies from all around the countries, require everyone to wear miniskirts (men and women included), and sit on the throne eating candy all day- "Kedemel, Good luck. You might need it," Elijah's voice had a sudden change- he smiled fondly down at Kedemel. On second thought he would possibly get rid of all serious conversation. Elijah started to look uncomfortable after Kedemel stared at him for a second too long. He waved at his brother and turned around to leave. Kedemel knew Elijah could take care of things when he was gone. Take care of anything. It was nice of him to come at all, since he knew that Elijah could not actually make the trip to Heaven's eye.
He was suddenly aware it was time to go on alone. He knew none of his crew could come with him- not even Elijah who had stuck with him through thick and thin. He felt empty without his companions around him. Taking a deep breath he marched forward as if a soldier.
The meeting made him somewhat nervous. He felt like he had many enemies, all of which would be happy to slit his throat if they got the chance. He scrunched his nose- no, he just had few friends. It was difficult to establish connections so fast, after all, the connections his mother had were all voided when he took over. Kedemel suddenly thought about the word friends, he didn't know what he found so funny but the ridiculous image of all the rulers holding hands together playing red rover popped into his head. He giggled madly.
White flowers decorated the misty pathway- Kedadore felt like after ages of walking he was about to get somewhere. He had a moment of inspired curiosity, and crouched down to sniff the flowers. No smell. Weird. Kedemel jerked back when he saw white figures floating towards him. He could barely make them out in the heavy mist. He stood suddenly on guard. He knew what they were, but their presence felt unnatural and strange to him. Their faces were covered by long hoods- the books hadn't been wrong when they had described them.
"Kedemel Lamont, Ruler of Kalmia, Constellation Libra, come with me," it said. Kedemel nodded and followed as it turned around. Walking at a faster than normal pace behind the Virtus was incredibly uncomfortable and weird. They gave him the chills, and it wasn't because of the humid, cold, climate. He wondered where the voice came from, it sounded like one voice but there were multiple figures. He wondered if every ruler was greeted the same way.
The castle gates were growing in size as Kedemel walked closer until they were looming over his head. Not even the Virtus was that tall. Goosebumps prickled his skin as the gates slowly opened without a push. They simply did. He was led into the castle- doors opening eerily out of the way, gracing the Virtus' presence with their willingness. The worst part was that there was absolutely no noise coming from the castle, as if the looming tower had no life in it. The only sound made was the echo of his footsteps along the hall and his pounding heartbeat. Kedemel's expression grew grim as he was led to the final door.
There they were, the Queen and King- their guards, and several other rulers. The King and Queen were allowed guards- unfairly, to go through the gate. Kedemel squashed his thoughts and bowed to Queen Estelle first, "Your grace," he murmured respectfully. In turn, he bowed to the king, "Your grace," he repeated. He scanned the room full of chairs and decided to seat himself next to Dharylan. It would be too awkward to choose a seat as far from the rest of the crowd since they seemed to bunch up together. He bowed his head to the ground, pulling his hat over his eyes, and stared at the floor. In his mind, he was already imagining how to break the tense atmosphere- but he knew he would never act out and do so. It was not his turf, after all.

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Character Portrait: Estelle Character Portrait: Zarya Character Portrait: Isidore Character Portrait: Michio Itou Character Portrait: Sangreal Character Portrait: Kedemel Lamont Character Portrait: Gale Arash Character Portrait: Fauna Cassiopeia Character Portrait: Omne Character Portrait: Levir Gaege Character Portrait: Kenji Auriga
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If this were merely one of Omne's leisure trips, Michio might have been able to fully enjoy the stunning sight unveiling itself before him freely. Or, at least enjoy it without the ever present anxiety that accompanied him when Omne left Dai-uchu. He stood on deck, mouth slightly agape as he absorbed the sight of Heaven's Eye, even as his hand tightened on the handle of his sword, and his worry grew. Pulling his gaze from the scenery, Michio landed on Omne, checking not for the first time that his Master was safe. Before he became the King's Guard, Michio might have thought Omne's gaze was one of regal contemplation, the far away gaze of a man with centuries of wisdom tucked away in his mind. Now, Michio would have guessed that Omne was day dreaming or distracted by some obscure, irrelevant thought.

Some people might have found such a discovery of their hero's character discouraging. Not Michio. If anything, it made Michio love him more. Worry a whole lot more, yes, but his devotion had never died.

Increasing sounds of activity met his ears, and Michio quickly shifted out of the way of the airship's crew as he made his way towards the King, feeling as if every second he was more than a step away might risk Omne's life. With his hand still resting comfortably on the handle of his top uchigatana - Inazume - he settled in a pace behind Omne, taking in the crew as they docked the airship, watching his King, and trying not to get too distracted by the scenery revealing itself as they drew closer.

Heaven's Eye was stunning, and Michio found it hard to take his eyes off the towering peaks above him. Yet, he was anything if not disciplined, and it was only a moment of admiration for the island before he was back on duty. Straightening his back, and checking his gear, Michio followed Omne off the boat. He had planned on following Omne for as long as he was able, having read in various books the previous accounts of Eistrea. He wouldn't be permitted beyond a certain point, as merely a guard.

Though he didn't believe he would go all the way, accompanying Omne as far as Michio could was only natural. Still, Michio found himself shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot as the rest of Omne's entourage's attention shifted to Michio and Kenji - obviously displeased that Omne's 'favourites' were able to proceed with the King. Michio bit his lip and glanced at his feet, hating the momentary attention and hoping it would pass quickly. Omne's mention of 'next time', likely did not help to ease any tensions. The added 'probably' from his King made Michio sigh, all too familiar with the word when coming from Omne's mouth.

It was then that movement caught his eye; the figures of robbed men moving as if gliding across the ground. Michio shifted a half step closer to Omne, his lips tight as he watched them nervously. The guard was instinctively wary of the Virtus, only put slightly at ease by the relaxed manner Omne addressed one of their number - Francis.

"Why Omne?!" Michio thought to himself, mentally shaking his head at Omne's attempts at small talk. Michio was certain he worried twice as much as any normal person; once for himself, and several times over for Omne. Yet, he didn't have much time to contemplate whether Omne's attempt at the Virtus' name was correct or not, for Omne had turned to inspect Michio and Kenji and ask 'Francis' a question.

"Join you?" Michio's surprise forced the words from his mouth, his gaze shifting from Omne to 'Francis' and then back to Omne, "I thought we weren't-..."

Michio's words die out as 'Francis' spoke,

"Michio Itou, Guardian of Constellations, The Sun of Dai-uchΕ«, the Eye has permitted your presence."

"Oh!" Came Michio's soft, surprised squeak, his lips parted as his eyes flicked around the gathered members of their group. There was hesitation in his body language, and in his movements as Omne and 'Francis' began the journey. Was he really being allowed somewhere where no simple mortal without a caelios crystal had ever been? How jealous would Omne's crew be if they knew Michio and Kenji had gone further than any other of their standing had before them? Jumping after his master, Michio shook the discomforting thoughts from his mind and focused on the task at hand.

Well, he focused as best he could. It was hard when his attention would be suddenly grabbed by the landscape they were passing. Michio's head turned this way and that as he attempted to take in everything at once, his lips parted and his eyes wide. "Wow" , fell from his lips in hushed awe. Only his fear of the the Vitrus and leaving Omne alone kept Michio from entirely falling behind to admire the view.

All too soon the trio were being led through a set of imposing doors, and into a large room. A grand table and chairs were set up, with a map pulling most of the room's attention. On it blinked twenty dots, six of which now seemed to be stationary - himself and the others in the room, Michio assumed. Yet, Michio only gave the map a cursory gaze as he followed Omne into the room and towards the table. Instead, his gaze fell on the three current occupants, sitting at the other end of the table.

Michio's hand twitched, aching to shift up so that he could wave to Levir. Yet, it wouldn't be proper, given the standings of things nor the situation. Instead, Michio let his gaze fall onto Fauna first, and then to Estelle. She was hard to look at - intimidating in her own way - and Michio's eyes instead slid back down the table to his King.

Michio was already three steps forward when Kenji's words negated the king's request, leaving Michio hanging awkwardly in between, unsure who to believe. On the one hand, he craved the comfort that came with Omne gently playing with his hair, yet he knew that Kenji was right. This was definitely not the place for such things.

"Perhaps when we get back to the airship?" Michio ventured as he came to stand directly to Omne's right hand, a half step behind. "Please?" Came the softer addition as Michio's hands nervously clutched at the handles of his weapons. He had been by Omne's side through various international meetings and dealings, yet none were quite as nerve wracking as this gathering of Cosmos' zodiacs. Especially with the Queen sitting imperiously down the other end of the table.

The sound of the doors opening pulled Michio from his thoughts, and he gratefully turned towards the distraction. A smile broke onto his face despite it all as Isidore appeared, and again Michio had to resist the urge to wave at his friend. Instead, Michio let his hands loosen their hold on his swords, forced himself to relax, and attempted to catch Isidore's eye to mouth 'hello' at him. Yet, barely had his lips parted when the doors opened again and a young woman filled the room with momentary laughter.

Michio's blue eyes followed Gale in and to her seat, before sliding back to Isidore as if pulled to his long-time friend. Biting his lip, Michio forced his gaze away again, scanning the room and making himself think of possible strengths and weaknesses associated with the space if he were forced to fight on short notice. He was attempting to distract himself. Michio had only gotten halfway around the room when the doors opened once again, revealing the zodiac of Aries - Dai-uchu's neighbour Dharylan - entering.

Libra's zodiac came next, though he took his seat with the briefest of introductions. The growing tension was making Michio anxious, yet thankfully it was partially broken by the entrance of Zarya. Michio found himself smiling at her arrival, and later blushing slightly at her kind greeting. "I've missed you too, Zarya." He replied quietly, his free hand shifting to brush her arm lightly, his version of a hug. Michio would have preferred to hug Cancer's zodiac, yet in such a formal situation with Omne in need of protection, he was unable to.

Shifting closer to Omne yet again, Michio returned his gaze to the centre map and watched as the closest of the remaining, moving dots, came to a halt with the large group representing those already in the castle. Barely a second later the doors opened and in walked the man Michio recognised as Sangreal. Though Sangreal's malice was not directed at himself or Omne, Michio nevertheless found his hands adjusting their hold on his swords, and his feet shifting ever so slightly towards his fighting stance. He would not be caught off guard by anyone.

Yet, it was to Gale that Sangreal exploded, uncouth expletives pouring from Sangreal's as his long legs propelled him across the floor. He was close, hands raised in an obvious promise of violence, when a white light flashed in the room and threw him against the far wall. Michio gasped, blinking sunspots from his eyes and quickly attempted to assess the scene as it now was. Worry was an ever present emotion, but at least now it was tinged with some thankfulness for the protection of the Vitrus during this sacred tradition. Michio might not be able to attack during their time at the Eye, but hopefully that meant none of the others could too.

Though this recent incident had been a close call. Michio found his focus on Gale. Yet, it wasn't Michio's place to step out of line, even if he wanted to ask Gale if she was alright after Sangreal's out burst. So, instead he moved forward to lean against the side of Omne's chair, his gaze sweeping around the table before falling onto his King. "Does that... does that happen much?" Michio asked Omne quietly, knowing that the King had been to all of these occurrences and would know how often drama of this kind occurs.

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Zari was on higher ground on the coast of Agare watching at the sea. Next to her was Cayden, her trusted advisor and Sevi who was her unofficial bodyguard. Behind them were three Kaloflys with their tamers, screeching loudly. Usually Zari would have been moving by foot or on horseback but with the distance between Agare and the port the hawks had been faster. She was wearing her usual black leather armour, her claymore strapped on her back, two daggers hanging from her belt and her golden hair put into ponytail. She wasn’t the one to wear dresses in meetings. She might have been Princess by a title, but more than anything she was a Warlord.

β€œMiss Leo. The ship from Cancer is closing in.” Cayden said watching the sea with a telescope. Zari smirked. β€œPerfect. Send someone to guide them through the rocks.” She ordered and Cayden nodded going to give this important task to one of the villagers living at the port. The mountain kingdom had a rocky coast with plenty of underground rocks and more than few ships had crashed there. However this ship was one that Zari would make sure would get there safely. Her friend Zarya had came to pick her up for the trip to Heaven's eye.

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Zari was stretching and breathing the fresh air taking a break from walking. Walking uphills wasn't too much of struggle for her, she had had a lot of practice on the mountains. At first she had walked with rest of the group, however Zarya had told her to go ahead which she gladly did. It was faster to travel alone than wait for them. She had also left Cayden and Sevi long behind her on the ship. They had wanted to tag along but as always, Zari participated the meetings alone.

One she arrived at her destination, Virtus was waiting her arrival and spoke, β€œZari, Princess of Leos, Warlord of Agare” there was a pause as he looked around. β€œYou arrived alone?” Zari didn’t bother to answer to an obvious question. β€œFollow me” The Virtus said and Zari was led into room with other zodiacs. She saw the few others who had arrived before her and bowed slightly. β€œKing Constellations, Queen Stars, Prince Pisces, Price Libra, Prince Aries, Princess Sagittarius, pleasure to meet everyone.” She might have been a mercenary, but she had still been taught etiquette. Even with her enemies sitting on the same table, she was polite enough to at least note them. Zari walked to the King’s side of table and sat next to Gale. She had to take off her claymore and lay it against her chair as she leaned back in her seat. In case she needed it it would be just in reach.

However she ended up needing it faster than she had expected. As Sangreal walked in ready to attack Gale, Zari jumped up, draw her trusted claymore and got in between them - only to be blinded by a bright light. Instinctly she covered her eyes with her arm but didn’t move from her place. As Sangreal was walking to his place, Zari kept a close eye on him. β€œSame goes with you Leo. Lower your weapon.” The Virtus spoke. She sat down but didn't put her weapon back in it's stealth. Instead she left it out. If she didn't need it now, she would need it as soon as she stepped outside the room.

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So begins the story of the Tempestarii and Zephia of Gemini, the twins of the earth and sky, whose goal is simple, try and cease the violence between the countries though care and compassion... What fate will come of them? Only time shall tell...

To the Council,
Vespera and I shall take our leave once more for the Heaven's eye, we have matters to attend to there, and shall be back shortly, while we are gone, I ask that you continue to guide the country in our absence. I have trust that you will do fine as always. Yet, with the tension growing between the King and Queen, should Vespera and I not return within two weeks, seek out the new Tempestarii and Zephia. Thank you as always, for your lasting work. We will return within a fortnight.

Signed.
Elaine Gemini


Remembering said letter, Elaine looked from the bow of the ship. Looking out into the sea with the ocean's breeze flowing through her clothes and hair. To her, the Ocean was nearly untouchable to the forest dwelling woman. Yet, she got to Sophara, where she soon set off on the trip to Heaven's Eye, feeling her winds subside once more. Though Vespera soon joined her, speaking with her usual, calmed voice, with her hair in a simple ponytail, it did not waver as much as her sister's,

"Elaine. We shall be arriving Heaven's eye shortly. It seems the weather blessed us this time around, as high tide seems to be approaching, dding in the clear weather. I do not expect this to remain on our return trip."

With those words, Elaine turned, smiling as always to her sister, with the winds picking up around the two, transferring the words Elaine had,

"Do not fret, my dear sister, after the ritual, you will easily be able to command any storm that comes our way, I trust that you may give us a safe trip"

"I fear that is not exactly correct. As the weather is of nobody's command. But, as I mentioned, please, get ready for the ritual. Likely the other royals will be there, especially the King and Queen..."

"I will, though, the tensions that have risen from the two have put all of us on edge. We should be ready for anything, Sister."

"That we do. Especially with several rulers there, whom are not exactly on good terms. Or, whom are of sane mind. I express taking caution as well."

With those words, Elaine walked into the captain's quarters, which had been changed into the royals' room, it was ornately decorated, with the green and blue that represents Gemini. Though Vespera remained out atop the decks, watching the crew brace for a course correction, as they adjusted the sails, before the helmsman swiftly turned the wheel, lurching the ship hard to the left, though, Vespera did hear a mild thumping noise, from what sounded to be a human-sized object hitting the ground. This caused a light laugh to come from her, as she knew what it was, as Elaine had no idea it was to happen, while Vespera watched, and braced accordingly. Soon enough, she entered the room, to prepare like Elaine was.

As the ship moved through the rocks of the coast, Elaine and Vespera stood atop the upper decks again, Elaine, in her typical green kimono, with her sword resting on her right hip, locked into it's sheath with a clip, to keep it from flying out should she pressurize the air within the sheath. While Vespera kept to her white and blue dress, with the radiating sun crown, both gave a light laugh to each other, as they looked at their clothing appearances, and then the flag. Patriotism was something they found to be lovely, yet, they couldn't help but laugh at their colours in comparison. Standing aside, the crew began to tie the ship into dock, and lower the plank from the ship. As the crew rolled the sails, others shifted the ropes into quaint circles, being careful not to tangle the ropes, unless they wish to be like John. Whom still hung from the forward of the two masts. He was tied there the day prior by the captain and his crew, and left there, even Elaine was unwilling to get him down.

Yet, the two stepped from the ship, escorted by six trackers, each in red cloaks, hiding the majority of their gear from sight of prying eyes. While it was common knowledge for neighbouring kingdoms of the Esper wings, there was little knowledge on how it works. As the group walked to the docks, a second group had stood there, as the twins looked to them, their voices spoke, it felt unnerving, and eerie, but admittedly, Vespera and Elaine were used to hearing eerie things, Have you gone into the forest? But that was brushed aside when the Virtus spoke,

"Lady Elaine, Lady Vespera, the Winds and Sky of Ceruile Cer." They paused, looking at the hooded trackers, whom remained between the parties, "I am afraid the guards will have to remain by the ship, please, this way." With those words, Vespera looked to the Trackers, whose blades were ready should there be need to fight, though they held them in their sheaths, as to not provoke,

"You remain here. Stay by the ship. Cathryn, I'll leave the rest to you." Her words were short, as Elaine had began walking, soon with her sister catching up. It was a quiet walk, as the two were guided to the room, where they were greeted by a loud, thunderous voice, prompting the two women to rush in, seeing Sangreal yelling to Gale, followed by Zari rising with a claymore, this caused Vespera to speak up,

"Lord Sangreal, I will ask you to mind your words. You are in the presence of the Eye's Ambassadors, it would be a shame to see you make a scene here, only to receive punishment, Lady Gale has not done anything to provoke you, and should you continue, others may have to step in." As she spoke, Elaine had stepped between the three, Zari, Sangreal, and Gale. Despite not having her words, she knew just putting her body in the way would be enough to aid the situation.

With the situation calming, sort-of, rather, with Sangreal returning to his seat, Elaine took her seat, towards the center of the table, next to Zari, a beloved friend, that Elaine felt she could call her daughter. Of course, with polite greetings signed to each ruler, as, well she cannot speak, and the air does not move as freely as it does in the Geminian halls. While Vespera, sat next to her sister, speaking once more, [color=#16ce2f]"'Tis a pleasure to see you again, Your highness. The same goes with you, Lady Zari, Lady Gale, Lord Kedemel, Lord Dharylan, Lord Isidore, Lady Zarya, Lady Fauna, and the retainers of Her Highness and His Highness. I hope you have been in good health."[/i]

With their greetings given, Vespera quietly sat, in thought, while Elaine socialized with Gale and Zari, wishing to offer tea, but not having her tea set on her to offer with....

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    Staring up the mountain arrived to climb, Cedar felt his insides twist and turn as he felt the beast draped around his shoulders curl around the man like some sort of snoring scarf. With him, came the words that echoed in his head from Ama - "Just ignore them. Clear your head, you'll have two days before you actually meet with them in that place, right? So focus on yourself and Jotaro."

    Part of Cedar wished it'd be that easy. He had food for the two day journey, for him and this foul beast with even worse breath then a partner you wake up to first thing in the morning. Scrunching his nose, he bared his teeth and tried to manage. The worst thing that could happen at this point was he fell off the side of the mountain and died in some tragic form of mangled limbs and gushing blood. Eye and Universe combined, he sincerely wished that'd be the case... but he still put one foot in front of the other as if he was on autopilot. He couldn't afford to be late, and if he was... well, he could kiss his ass goodbye. From his people, and the Queen's side.

    The first afternoon was walking in silence, neither afraid nor comfortable in the environment as Jotaro slept away the afternoon and evening. All Cedar was left with was his thoughts and how dark everything seemed around him. He seemed to have retained two friends through all this - Levir and Estelle, but no more then that. The rest would be enemies on the field, and whatever left of his heart would begin to harden once more.

    Once night came over, Cedar found himself more occupied with that of a small wood figurine of a tiger then how somber or the eerie ambiance of the mountain in general. Back down where the ship would await, sat a little boy patiently swaying side to side as the smaller creature would just have to wait two days before seeing his 'father' again. The child was a strange critter, Cedar couldn't place his finger on it to begin with. One day the boy just latched on, and Cedar could never quite shake him off successfully. With no name to him, and some sort of disability to read or speak full sentences just yet, it was almost like the boy was raised to be an animal.

    The thought kept Cedar busy the next morning when they had to set off again, and that evening as well. By the time they reached the top, the Yugen Leader was forced to change from his grungy attire. Changed into a suit, and more formal attire, the Aquarian walked to where mist seemed to heavy - and a monster emerged. Was he going to die? Goody. His eyes narrowed as Jotaro began to growl.

    "Cedar Eurynomos Asa-Aquarius, ruler of Aquarius, follow me." The Prince of Aquarius nodded as Jotaro began to climb right up the man's body once more. He could see the form of the annoying old hags of Gemini rushing in what he could assume would be the room he was soon to be guided in, and only came in to basically get what had happened. Gale and Sangreal, eh? And the two old hags and pussycat of sands rushing to help her in some way or another... He let out a tsk as a voice drew him out of his loathing.

    "I want a chair." Jotaro growled out, voice almost demonic in nature as it eyed empty chairs with greed.

    "Am I not enough comfort for you, Jotaro? Cedar hissed quietly in thought, not acknowledging a single person in the room despite the smile that played on his lips towards Estelle and company. "Oh! Queen Estelle! As beautiful as always, but are you forgetting something again?"
    He teased, all the same as he took a chair and pointedly moved it farther away from the table, to the corner of the room faced away from those he didn't have the stomach to even look at. Which, minus Levir and Estelle, was the entire group. He wanted to rip his own face off, his eyes plucked from their socket just to spare himself such hideous people.

    Still, that smile played on his face as he walked behind Zarya, gently touching a lock of hair. "Princess Zarya, I presume you got here well?" He purred. "And with Theon waiting in a ship, I further presume." Came a hopeful chirp. "I do love that brother of yours, I hope he hasn't ended up like that unsightly creature I saw being guided away by guards. Something about missing eyes?" Cedar squinted towards Estelle. "Sounded like a fun time, but regardless, I have a little boy who might be a joy for you and Theon to meet, once this is all said and done. He hummed aimlessly. "But hello to the rest of you." The blonde smiled, finally swallowing down his hate. Despite the mass betrayal he felt from Isidore and Gale, he was glad he never expected much of anything else from the pair.

    Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Jotaro climbing onto his seat as if it was a perch, looking at the group from his corner of the room with skeptical look for a creature with such a bizarre face for a beast to begin with. Cedar just went to drape himself partially against Estelle's chair with a smile attached to his face. Even if he didn't know someone, he didn't bother to introduce himself.



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Outside the window it was white; a blinding sea of near weightless clouds hanging in the sky. The view from this far up was stunning, a giant’s take on the world below. Yet, for the woman lying prostrate on the bed, the view held little interest. As the crew of the airship industriously buzzed about the flying craft, their ruler remained curled up within the inner most room. A bed, plush rugs, and a selection of food and drink made it luxurious, while the only light came from the softly glowing crystals strung around the walls. It was, essentially, a hideaway from the views surrounding the ship, yet that really didn’t help the blue-haired woman from knowing that she was far too high up in the air.

Speed had been essential however, and an airship covered far more ground than a horse. So, Nadya had ordered the airship readied, and spent the majority of the journey avoiding glancing far, far, far down at the ground below.

A knock on her door pulled Nadya from her thoughts and she pushed herself up from the bed, pushing long strands of hair away from her face and straightening her clothes.

β€œYes? Come in.” She called.

The man that stuck his head through the door was a familiar one. Many of his features were similar to those on Nadya’s face; the golden eyes, the nose… His hair was lighter than her mothers, and lighter than Nadya’s. Silver, rather than blue, and currently looking windblown from spending time atop the airship’s deck. While first and foremost her father, Marlen was also one of Nadya's main advisers. Their relationship was far more casual than Nadya and her other advisers, which she suspected was why it was her father that had come to speak with her, rather than one of the other, stricter men and women accompanying her on her trip to the eye.

β€œNadya, we’re almost there. Are you ready to dock?” Her asked, stepped into the room. A stream of louder noise followed him in; the sounds of loud calls between the crew or the occasional squawk of a seagull.

β€œYes, I'm ready." She responded, straightening a crease in her dress and then jingling her jewel bracelet at her father, β€œI'll come out when we're a reasonable height off the ground."

"Right, so I'll come collect you when we've landed. On the ground." He replied, arching a brow at his daughter, Marlen was well aware of Nadya's distaste for being anywhere higher than she was tall. It had made piggyback rides extremely hard when she was younger.

β€œYes, an excellent plan father." Nadya declared, fighting the urge to roll her eyes at the man, β€œYou're so considerate."

"I aim to please, your Divine holiness." Marlen gave a dramatic bow as he backed out of the room, earning a mock scowl from his daughter and a laugh as he perfectly imitated the regal expression of one of Orcana's oldest serving priests. Marlen shut the door after him, offering Nadya privacy and time needed to properly prepare herself for the approaching meeting. She smoothed her clothes down, adjusted her hair, sprayed a faint hint of floral perfume onto her wrists, and let her fingers brush over the crystal embedded on her back.

It was barely twenty minutes later that the airship came to a gentle stop. The sounds outside changed, as ropes were thrown to the ground and the ship gently lowered to the ground. Nadya emerged before her father had had a chance to return, leaving the relative safety of her room and following daylight to the airship's main deck.

Eistrea was definitely something to admire, and Nadya took a moment to herself to crane her neck up at the peaks above, and take in the scene before her. She knew her crew and advisers would be doing the same, either now or when she had left for the gathering. No doubt they would all return to Orcana with tales of the island which rose out of the sea, a once in several generations opportunity

Eventually, however, Nadya's gaze turns to her immediate area. Several airships have already arrived, indicating various zodiac leaders. As she makes her way towards the gangplank, Nadya wonders how many more zodiacs came by boat, and therefore how many were already waiting. Nadya offers a word to her crew - to not cause drama with the other crews waiting, and to enjoy their break - a goodbye to her advisers, and a hug to her father, before setting off. She takes no one with her, but heads towards where she can see the trail of flowers.

It wasn't long before a figure glided into her periphery, the eerie creature sending chills down Nadya's spine as she paused and waited for its approach. Her readings had prepared Nadya for the Virtus, and she nodded politely as it stopped before her. "Nadya Irne, the serpent bearer, Ruler Divine of Orcana, Ophiuchus zodiac. Come, they are waiting." The Virtus spoke, before turning and beginning to lead Nadya the remainder of the way. Before long, the imposing doors of the castle loomed over her. Behind them, Nadya knew a collections of friends and enemies sat.

Without hesitation, the woman stepped forward, pushing open the doors and stepped inside. The room was very obviously divided, those siding with the king on one side, those with the queen at the other end of the table. Nadya's gaze fell on those friendly faces who now stood among her enemies, before flicking to the enemies she would now consider allies.

β€œGreetings, I'm pleased to see I'm not the last to arrive." Nadya said into the room, gliding around the table to take a seat at the queen's end. She avoided looking at Sangreal, felt a pang of regret at not being able to greet Isidore properly as a friend, attempted to catch Levir's eye, and fought to keep the scowl off her face at the sight of Zari. Instead, Nadya again spoke to the room in general, asking, β€œWho else has to come?"

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The gentle rocking of the ocean waves swayed the boat as it drew ever closer to Heaven's Eye. Once, the tempestuous sea was a death wish for anyone idiotic enough to attempt sailing through it, but with the descent of the island it became a calm and tranquil. The scenery laid out before her, the stretch of the ocean beyond the horizon; it was the perfect embodiment of peace, and the perfect contrast the smoldering storm that enshrouded Faust's mind. Ever since she was first able to comprehend words on a page, she spent countless hours sifting through and absorbing any information of the Eistrea. Yet, all of those minutes seem wasted now that she was getting to experience the event for herself. Every minuscule detail in the world about the Eistrea, all now dull in comparison.

Now that she stood on the deck of the ship that carried her towards the island itself, she felt quite small in the grand scheme of it all.

It wouldn't be long now that the ship would dock and Faust would begin the trek up to the castle, and the thought of it did little to calm Faust's nerves. Though she would soon notice the approach of a long friend. Or rather, she would smell the heavy scent of Iuliana's perfume before she had ever heard her footsteps. Besides the two of them, the only other people on the boat were its crew.

"So, I see you're still up here twiddling your thumbs," Iuliana said playfully, leaning against the railing next to Faust. "You know, thinking about the Eistrea isn't going to do anything to stop it."

"As if saying that will stop me from thinking about it. If you were in my position, you'd be thinking about it just as much." Faust said, rolling her eyes.

Iuliana shoved Faust in a light-hearted manner, "I'm just offering some friendly advice since you look like you need some inner peace. Have a little more faith that you won't make an absolute fool of yourself in front of all your enemies." With that said, Iuliana left just as quickly as she as she came and moved towards the lower decks of the ship leaving Faust to smother in her own thoughts.

Alone once more, Faust let out a dispirited sigh, as she knew there was a drop of truth in Iuliana's words.

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Soon, the boat docked on the island, and with a simple glance around it was clear to see that the other Zodiacs had arrived as well. Bidding a quick farewell to both Iuliana and the crew of the ship, Faust began the two day journey towards the castle. Both the terrain and climate of the island was rather unfamiliar to her, but even so she continued forwards.

She had later stumbled upon a trail of flowers, and she couldn't help but feel as though they didn't truly belong in a place as haunting as the island. Though the seemingly floating silhouettes that approached her fit in perfectly with the overall feel of everything. But Faust had known from her studies about them, the Virtus, and so she was all but surprised whenever she had encountered them.

"Faust Capricorn, Ruler of Capricorn, Monarkhes of AigΓ³keros. Follow me."

It wasn't long until they had approached the castle and its gates. Faust had almost felt like she was passing the point of no return, but she fought to keep her rising unease at bay and focused solely on the task at hand. Once entering the room where all were waiting for the arrival of the rest of the Zodiacs, she gave a slight bow of acknowledgement, but had spoken no words. With swift and deliberate movements, she had made her way over to the Queen's side of the table and stood behind those who had already been seated. Faust was far too much on edge for her to comfortably sit down.

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    Yikes. That wass the only word that seemed to cross Haven's mind during the entire trip by air. Yikes at the war, yikes at her impending marriage, and yikes as most of her kingdom's close friends took the Queen's side - and most was purely Orcana, if she was being as blunt as possible. The bright side to being on the King's? She was still working out the kinks on that one. In the end, they all had made their mistakes that led up to this, and it was time to give the Piper his dues on the way out after recharging their powers.

    With Annie, running things smoothly back home, there wasn't much for Haven to worry about. Her sister was the only trusted blood she had left, and with that meant Annie was essentially going to be the only one who's heir took the throne in the nearby future. For now, they bit their tongues and waited until this horrible idea was over with, the war done and the Kingdom's military something that wouldn't simply bend over backwards for some silly little invasion. They were at sea, not much should catch them off guard if they were able to spot it from afar, correct?

    As she watched the island come closer and closer into view, and the many airships already docked, something made Haven swallow hard as she could already imagine how tense that room of people would be. From enemies left and right, to people who already hated each other... This day was going to be one of pure stress, that much was very apparent. "We're docking!" Cried one of the crew members, Haven quickly bracing herself at the sacrifice of another who fell. All was fair, in such dire circumstances. That's what she tried to joke, anyway.

    The crew knew better.

    "Do we need to escort you?" A young man asked, most likely only thirty himself.

    "No, thank you." She said quickly with a small wave of her hand as she made way out the vessel with a small bag. "Something tells me you'll only get hurt in the end." And with that, before anyone else could object, she was already making a quick and solid b-line to the premises.

    Though, perhaps she should of gone slower. At the mere sight of the bizarre creature amidst all the dreariness and eerie feelings, came a giant creature with a single eye shut. A screech emanated from Haven as she stumbled back, jade eyes wide in alarm as it stared at her - but not quite. More or less, she felt it staring at her. "Haven Virgo, Heavenly Maiden of Virgo. This way," It spoke, much to Haven's silent horror as she got up and followed after the creature. This was starting to seem like... well, to be frank, a Universe damned nightmare.

    As she brushed back her pink hair and stood, Haven could only hope she'd wake up soon enough and this horrible dream would be over...

    But the moment she opened the doors to the waiting room, her heart fell. The tension wasn't anything like she thought. No, it was suffocating hate, distrust, betrayal... All things that would make a flower wilt. Still, she curtsied to the room before taking a silent seat next to a strange... strange man, but his hair reminded her of something much more comforting - like the stems to a plant! Or the colors of a leaf. "It's.. nice to see you all. I believe, if I couldn't right enough, we're only missing one more person, yes?" Haven spoke up, her nerves buried deep in the internal confines of every other negative feeling shes had since her own mother's execution.

    But still, there was a mix of people she knew well, and people she genuinely couldn't be bothered to know. Surely no one would get murdered, right?