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Askavi Archives / Re: toto, we're not in kansas anymore
« on: December 17, 2018, 06:02:32 AM »

Starling had replaced Kirsi with Kite as quickly as she could. Knuckles still tender where she had bruised them against the other healers shoulder blades. All but pushing Kirsi through the gate, and then pushing her in earnest when Kirsi had stopped. Kite made her feel safer any way. His arm taken over as soon as they had Peregrine settled on the ground. Which was more like dropping him. Too big and heavy to be carrier properly.

”A dozen reasons.” She shivered, pressing in closer. Terror kept exhaustion at bay. But now she didn’t have the immediate healing of Peregrine to keep her mind from thinking on what she had seen so the shock had set in. ”His leg. That demon he woke up and set on us. Everything.” She hissed with an edge of hysteria before burying her face in Kite’s shoulder. She had strange visions behind her eyelids of Peregrine’s lover turning into the dragon while he tried to make off with the baby and its maid.

No one else seemed to care. Cooing over the baby like a prize. Starling came closer because Kite went, and not at all because Peregrine called them. Summoned and then held off by a ghost of his Sapphire. Starling huffed until he dropped it, then let go of Kite to crouch beside Peregrine. ”I’m sure I was much cuter.” She defended, curling into her brother and eyeing the round cheeked baby eating her own hands. ”She’s definitely yours at that size.”

At least this one actually existed. Starling had her doubts about the other. She looked for Kirsi but found her missing, a fact that stirred relief and unease in her stomach. ”I think she’s hungry.” She guessed, not terribly sure. She wasn’t a baby healer. Tentatively, Starling stroked one soft cheek, the maid agreeing with her. Hungry and milkless. The dragon had burned up the goat along with the house, though she didn’t put it quite that way. Just that there had been a goat. ”What about the mother?” Starling asked with a healer’s curiosity and a girl’s ignorance.


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Glacia Archives / Re: Sisterly Troubles
« on: May 08, 2018, 08:54:16 AM »

”Short’s the same as skipping,” Starling decided with a sniff. Rolling her eyes, she tilted her head toward him. ”Of course I remember, mother was in a snit about it.” And Starling had gotten to listen to her mother go on and on. Starling hadn’t, still didn’t, understand any of it. Why the headboard couldn’t stay outside under a shield, or why their mother had kicked up such a fuss about it being inside.

They’d probably done it just to annoy Starling herself with their bickering.

”Well Meols makes plenty of trouble, might as well start there when new crops up.” Starling leaned in too, tickled by her brother’s eagerness. It wasn’t often they got to go off like this. She missed him especially when her brothers were away. ”Little Terreille, hmm?” She wanted to see it! The things she had heard. ”Is their Dark Gate really guarded by tiny fury people?” Starling asked, marginally less interested in the plight of oranges than she should be.

Certain her brothers would see them all fed.

”Oh phaw. Peregrine won’t boss me any, he knows better than that.” She wrinkled her nose at the very thought. She didn’t care if he ran the whole ship single handed. She wouldn’t be ordered about like some deck hand. ”Their loss,” she defended stoutly, squeezing at his elbow. ”They picked the wrong brother, for sure. You might have been good at it though.” Lots of lady herding, she’d heard. Kite would have made a great escort, but Starling was glad she didn’t have to share him.

”Meols.” Starling rolled her eyes again, watched as her brother ate, picking at her own orange. One small slice at a time, chewed until Kite had worked his way through two bites. He was like a starving man at each meal! Starling wondered if it was his caste. She never had met another warlord prince, though she heard they were much different from her brother, and more like her other brother. Which meant they were moody and unpleasant bosses.

”Probably needs a discreet healer,” Starling sniffed, elbows on the table as she leaned over her plate to drink her coffee. She just had one truffle left. For Kite when he was done. ”Where should we go next?” Half tempted to suggest Meols to spy on Peregrine, but Kite had promised a trip to the smithy.


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Glacia Archives / Re: Sisterly Troubles
« on: February 28, 2018, 01:15:19 AM »

”I do!” Not at all ashamed. As cheerful and sassy as anything. Unconcerned with her brother’s caste or his tapping finger. ”Advertisements!” Starling scoffed, eyes rolling. ”Fund a paper to print that one and I’ll pay. Her grin was small and fierce. No need for teeth or excessive smiling. Star managed it all with just the right amount of twitch.

Wasn’t worried an inch! That spot was as good as hers. Starling could tell by the softness in Kite’s smile, and the cunning in his eyes. Thinking of ways to work Peregrine into agreeing. Starling had faith in him. Kite was very good at managing all sorts of things. And if he had trouble she’d just have to ply Perry with some calming spells and a good patting.

Sometimes the sister in Starling overrode the healer and she felt the itch to give him a good whack upside the head rather than a pat.

”But enough, hmm?” Starling chided as she slipped through the door Kite held for her. ”You shouldn’t be skipping. Especially breakfast.” Fasting all night during his sleep, then depriving his body of food when it woke. Or worse yet getting into mischief in the dark! Hopefully nothing too terrible. Peregrine was more than enough trouble.

”I had my breakfast,” she sniffed at him. ”Besides I hear we won’t have any oranges soon.” Starling picked at the table clothe. Sending a small crumb flying away with a sweep of her hand. ”I hear they are using them all up in Meols. Special spring additive.” Forgot exactly where she heard it. No! It was that girl who had a necklace for every day of the week. Star remembered now. Just not her name.

”I am! Quite done being bossed all the time, let me tell you.” She rubbed a napkin over her silverware. Never mind she wouldn’t have any need for it with her order. ”I can see why you both made off without. And I didn’t much bother with the court training. Seems the dullest sort.” Double the bossing. Starling planned on doing as she pleased!

Within reason of course. Hard to get away with much when you had two brothers. She reached out and patted Kite’s hand, as if she could sense his inner thoughts and upset.

”Where is Perry anyway?” Run off to the red moon house probably.


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Glacia Archives / Re: Sisterly Troubles
« on: February 23, 2018, 12:11:47 AM »

Starling was all smiles and fluttering lashes for the soft pets. She enjoyed being fussed over by her brothers. Less so any others, their mother included. Happy to be the favorite pet. Center of all the attention.

”Maybe they need someone onboard better educated!” Never above taking advantage. Of a good mood or a slip of the tongue. ”Fabrics are important and useful.” And some even expensive. Obviously Starling would have to teach them these things, a cheeky grin tossed Kite’s direction.

”We’ll find out together then, shall we?” Excitement making her more forgiving toward the sad lumps of fabric on display. Not enough to buy any, however. Especially with that look around her brother’s eyes. It meant he was buying, which meant Starling could get something good for once.

”None of that now.” Such dramatic sighing! She leaned in close once he was done helping her put things away. A bit of a tug bringing his cheek within kissing distance. ”Ooh. The smithy! I haven’t been there since I got my Jewel set!” Eyes bright and eager. Starling squeezed his arm close, bobbing in excitement, and agreement. The diner would be a nice stop too.

”I’ll hold you to that!” She teased. Half serious. She would hold Perry to it too, if Kite couldn’t convince him. She would be useful! Sure that other ships had healers and that her brothers ought to have her. ”Are you very hungry? I didn’t see you for breakfast.” Couldn’t let him get away with skipping meals. Or skipping out on sharing those meals with her. He was so often gone!

Inside the diner, Starling peeled her coat off, laying it over the back of her chair rather than vanishing it. It couldn’t be admired in her cabinet! Half giddy with the promise of food, and full giddy with the idea of the smithy, Starling perched and tried to find something eaten quickly. While also trying to decide which chocolate coffee she was going to have today.

”I haven’t tried the white chocolate one. Maybe with a side of truffles and orange slices.”


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Glacia Archives / Re: Sisterly Troubles
« on: February 20, 2018, 10:26:59 PM »

Starling looked up, batting her eyelashes at the almost-gold eyes that had turned toward her. Finishing her sentence right along with her. Maybe she had made that complaint already. Starling couldn't really remember. (She could, she just chose to make it anyway, and expected her brother to accept it for what it was).

"Maybe too cozy. All these ships floating about, you think something new would sneak in." Or fall over dockside. Sighing, Starling let him drag her away from that which offended her, squeezing his arm tight and watching the world spin a little. She liked having him to herself. No mother to compete with, or Peregrine to keep from burning everything down. This was much more restful and pleasant.

"Those are okay." Just okay, voice as listless as a lost kitten. She smoothed the sleeve of his jacket and gave them a proper look though, just to placate him, since he'd tried. Not too bad at all, Starling decided, giving a couple bolts a poke. Mittens vanished so she could feel the fabric properly. She wanted something new!

"Do you think so?" She wheedled, turning big blue eyes on him. She held a bolt of clothe in her hands, half lifted from the table. Nearly as long as she was tall. Awkward things to manage. Starling propped an end on one of her shoulders, no help for it, and giggled. "Fuzzy shiny warm stuff? What is that even supposed to be?" With a sigh, she gave up and heaved the fabric back onto the table.

"None of this either." Especially with the hint of other places on the horizon. "My apprenticeship is all over now." Maybe she would get a tattoo to celebrate. She hadn't decided on any yet.


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Glacia Archives / Sisterly Troubles
« on: February 20, 2018, 05:01:01 PM »

She wore boot all the way up her thighs, over thick woolen leggings. Fur cuffs folded over. Insulation against the cold. Not that anyone would know, covered as all of it was by an abundance of skirts. Three, in fact, the last being outfitted with a bustle, her jacket, a tight-sleeved, long flowing thing, cut in the back to make room for it.

It buttoned tight over her stomach, but was open in the front of her skirts. Black lace trim parting as she walked, exposing glimpses of the skirts beneath. She rustled as she walked, heels loud too, on the sidewalk. Starling liked it. The noise. Rustle, tap, rustle, clack. Scarf pulled up around her chin and ears and tucked down under her coat buttons.

Warm as could be. It helped that there was a spell around her. Around the whole city, really. And quite content to cling to her brother’s arm. Except she was bored. Painfully bored.

”It’s all the same stuff it was last week,” she complained to Kite, pillowing a frustrated head against his shoulder. ”And the week before that.” Her fingers tugged at the hem of her sleeve. Barely felt through her mittens. So boring! ”That fabric is at least ten years out of date!” She was sure of it. Never mind she had a dress in just that pattern, only got some six months before hand. Still, she pointed an accusing finger at the fabric.



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Glacia / Starling
« on: February 17, 2018, 04:44:43 PM »
Starling


The Basics


Full Name: Starling the Darling
Age: 21
Gender/Pronouns: female, she/her

Ethnicity: Glacian
Birthplace: Reric, Glacia
Current Location: Reric, Glacia, or wherever she is put
Profession: Wayward healer princess

Caste: Healer
Birthright Jewel: Tiger Eye (CUT 94)
Offering Jewel: Summer-sky (CUT 70)

Face Claim: Anya Summers


The Body


Height: 5'2"
Body Type: petite
Hair Color: ash brown
Eye Color: blue

Appearance:
Small. Smaller. Smallest sister. Quite certain that her brothers took the extra measure of height their mother had meant for her, Starling is rather frustrated by her short stature. Especially paired as it is with a lithe body. Boyish, she's been called rather insultingly. Often mistaken for a child rather than a woman grown. A sweet, heart shaped face. Delicate features nearly overrun by thick waves of hair. She is certainly the darling of the trio.


The Mind


Craft Strengths: 12/15pts
Craft Healing
Craft Brews
Calming Spells
Craft Weaknesses: Healing Webs. Diagnostic Sight. Telekinetic Surgery.

Personality:
A confusing combination. Worldly naive girl. Starling can't help but be both. Circumstances couldn't leave her any other way. Aware that the world if full of things. Sex. Drugs. Death. That all of them can be bought for a price. And most people too. But removed from it. Because who would visit any of these things on such a girl? Few, if any. Not with the brothers she has.

Things that happen to other people (even if these things may happen by the hands of one of her brothers). Removed from Starling herself. Aware, but not really understanding the reality. Sheltered in a way, because all the struggles were over by the time she was grown. Starling has never had to fight for what she's wanted, merely ask. Spoiled, petted girl child. All she had to do was keep those around her happy. And most of her family was rather easy to please. Everyone else didn't matter so much.

Not quite as easily fooled as her looks would have people assume. Nor as wicked as the company she keeps would imply. Starling is skeptical smiles, and a shy heart. Nice enough, but stubborn when she needs to be. Tolerant but well tuned to temper, but quick to try and disperse it when it rises. Rolling eyes, and frustrated backtalk. And plenty of pouting, when it suits her.


The Backstory


Family:
  • Linnet | Mother | Yellow to Tiger Eye witch
  • Kite|  Brother | Summer sky to Opal Warlord Prince
  • Peregrin |  Brother | Sapphire to Ebon-gray Warlord

History:
Favorite sister. Only daughter. Starling the darling. She hardly walked her first two years of life. Tried hard to learn but was still wobbling rather badly at three. Slower still to talk. Too easy to have what she wanted by other means, no need to ask. Small, pink fingers pointing at the world. Screeching when what was wanted wasn't had. Screeching when her brothers were too loud or too rough. Shy giggles and big crocodile tears when confronted with too friendly strangers.

Life was easy.

No father, but why would she need one when she had two older brothers and a more than capable mother? Knew enough to know too much. Certain she had all the knowledge in the world by the time it was her turn to get a Jewel. Curious what she would come away with. Secretly hopeful for something soul stirring too. There had been gossip about her brother. But then, both of them often stirred up whispers.

Nothing dramatic for Starling. She had enough drama on her own. A nice Tiger Eye. More orange than brown. Smooth oval Jewel, just the right size to sit in her cupped hands. No caste either. It made her ashamed, though Starling couldn't say why. Her mother was a witch. But Starling didn't want to be her mother. Loved her dearly, but did not want to be her.

So she begged an apprenticeship under the local healer. Healers were useful! Starling wanted to be useful too. And not in the way her mother was useful. Or her brothers. So much easier for boys. Always born something should they have Jewels. Full of purpose. Starling had to make her own. The only thing she ever worked for. Healing craft.

Years of training while her brothers managed to make themselves outlaws. Sneaking enough home so that Linnet did not have to be a lover unless she wished too. Starling was glad. She never had liked the racket. Missed her brothers while they were gone but enjoyed the peace too. Wrote them long letters full of whining that she never posted, because she had no where to send them. Tucked them under pillows to wait. Along with lists of bullies and brats she wanted rescuing from.

Practiced on them when they came home. Clever with calming spells just to ruin their tempers so she could stand them. Preening for her favorite boys, her brothers. Chasing Kite in maturity, closest to her age for all he was the eldest. The secret, favored brother, with the better temperament.

Made her Offering at twenty while they were off doing Mother Night only knew what. And she probably didn't want to know, their dark mother. A Summer-sky Jewel to match her eyes. So proud when they came home. She was ready. Her training mostly complete. Her Jewel of rank good enough, surely, to come on the ship.


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