[ Given the way the last few hours in Vainqueur had gone— trip to the Imperial Ruins interrupted by a not yet dead Dias, then the fight against the monstrous form Heiss had taken, then gathering up her courage to perform the ritual of Flux... only to be dropped into a frigid lake in this world— Eruca decides that a dip in the springs is in order. She's been reassured that time has stopped back home, which means that she can now think of a way to save the continent without making the sacrifice the ritual demands. She can relax (hah— she hasn't relaxed since she was a child) and then, perhaps, her mind will come up with a way to save Vainqueur once and for all, or perhaps even just save her brother.
As princess of Granorg, she'd had access to private, luxurious hot springs, but she'd never been alone, always attended by guards and servants, so sharing the springs here doesn't faze her. She is one among many newcomers here, and her tiara affords her no special status. She has left it in her room along with her clothes, bringing only her inn-issued robe and the weight of duty with her.
Robe in a neat pile on a nearby rock, her sabertooth tiger companion guarding it, Eruca sits with the water up to her neck, sighing as the heat soothes her muscles and bones. So many battles fought, so many miles traveled, and still the ritual looms, a crueler fate than having to fight her uncle to the death. ]
No [ she tells herself. ] Relax, Eruca. They're counting on you, but they are safe for now.
[ A soft growl and the nudge of a cool, damp snoot draw her attention. Someone else is here. ]
Oh, forgive me. [ A soft, barely-there smile. ] It would seem the spring has relaxed my awareness of my surroundings. Please, feel free to join. My name is Eruca.
• trial and icy errors
[ It's a strange feeling, being a novice at a skill she had mastered in Vainqueur. Eruca casts what used to be a simple spell to make the snow glitter like fireflies when the snowball makes impact and bursts. She aims for a wall of snow built by one of the other newcomers, launching the snowball with all her strength.
It does burst, and it does sparkle, but the spell turned itself into a shield as the snowball arced through the air. The shimmering snowflakes have become shards of hard light, showering in all directions, including over the snow wall.
Gasping, Eruca runs around the wall to check on her... foes, she supposes. In this game, they are her foes. ]
Are you hurt? Apologies, the spell warped on its own.
[ Of course, in doing so, she has made herself an easy target for anyone nearby. ]
• drink up
[ It's as if Camelot would have her steel herself to her fate, to Stocke's fate. The ritual must be performed, and that is that. Eruca drinks from the clay cup and completes the ritual as instructed. For her performance, she chooses a free night at the Red Springs.
As she heads for the inn building, she stops to look at the sky. Snow falls in snowflakes as big as particles of dust. No— particles of sand.
Whether or not she sees you in her peripheral vision, she'll say, as she gazes at the falling snow with a mixture of fondness and sadness in her eyes— ]
It so rarely snows in Granorg. The desert is cold when night falls, but the desertification claims even the sky.
[ She would love to restore Granorg, and all of Vainqueur.
Her sabertooth tiger stands patiently by her, watching you with a steady, suspicious gaze. ]
• wildcard
[ bring it c: punnyinpink or pm or just throw something at me, all good! ]
Eruca | Radiant Historia | light magic + sabertooth tiger
[ Given the way the last few hours in Vainqueur had gone— trip to the Imperial Ruins interrupted by a not yet dead Dias, then the fight against the monstrous form Heiss had taken, then gathering up her courage to perform the ritual of Flux... only to be dropped into a frigid lake in this world— Eruca decides that a dip in the springs is in order. She's been reassured that time has stopped back home, which means that she can now think of a way to save the continent without making the sacrifice the ritual demands. She can relax (hah— she hasn't relaxed since she was a child) and then, perhaps, her mind will come up with a way to save Vainqueur once and for all, or perhaps even just save her brother.
As princess of Granorg, she'd had access to private, luxurious hot springs, but she'd never been alone, always attended by guards and servants, so sharing the springs here doesn't faze her. She is one among many newcomers here, and her tiara affords her no special status. She has left it in her room along with her clothes, bringing only her inn-issued robe and the weight of duty with her.
Robe in a neat pile on a nearby rock, her sabertooth tiger companion guarding it, Eruca sits with the water up to her neck, sighing as the heat soothes her muscles and bones. So many battles fought, so many miles traveled, and still the ritual looms, a crueler fate than having to fight her uncle to the death. ]
No [ she tells herself. ] Relax, Eruca. They're counting on you, but they are safe for now.
[ A soft growl and the nudge of a cool, damp snoot draw her attention. Someone else is here. ]
Oh, forgive me. [ A soft, barely-there smile. ] It would seem the spring has relaxed my awareness of my surroundings. Please, feel free to join. My name is Eruca.
• trial and icy errors
[ It's a strange feeling, being a novice at a skill she had mastered in Vainqueur. Eruca casts what used to be a simple spell to make the snow glitter like fireflies when the snowball makes impact and bursts. She aims for a wall of snow built by one of the other newcomers, launching the snowball with all her strength.
It does burst, and it does sparkle, but the spell turned itself into a shield as the snowball arced through the air. The shimmering snowflakes have become shards of hard light, showering in all directions, including over the snow wall.
Gasping, Eruca runs around the wall to check on her... foes, she supposes. In this game, they are her foes. ]
Are you hurt? Apologies, the spell warped on its own.
[ Of course, in doing so, she has made herself an easy target for anyone nearby. ]
• drink up
[ It's as if Camelot would have her steel herself to her fate, to Stocke's fate. The ritual must be performed, and that is that. Eruca drinks from the clay cup and completes the ritual as instructed. For her performance, she chooses a free night at the Red Springs.
As she heads for the inn building, she stops to look at the sky. Snow falls in snowflakes as big as particles of dust. No— particles of sand.
Whether or not she sees you in her peripheral vision, she'll say, as she gazes at the falling snow with a mixture of fondness and sadness in her eyes— ]
It so rarely snows in Granorg. The desert is cold when night falls, but the desertification claims even the sky.
[ She would love to restore Granorg, and all of Vainqueur.
Her sabertooth tiger stands patiently by her, watching you with a steady, suspicious gaze. ]
• wildcard
[ bring it c: