[Her voice is sharp, with more authority than you could probably expect to come from the normally amiable Martel.]

I don't care how strong you think you are, don't try to fight these things. The Welcome Center is open, we have food and a place to stay. On top of that, I can heal any wounds they give you. Come, take shelter. Please.

[A beat, and a ( Read more... )

[If you're anywhere outside or looking out your window at all, you'll spot Martel... With one noticeable difference: Overshadowing her feathered pair is a pair of forest-green wings of the glowing variety (much like those her brother had, back in Aselia). She's flying overhead from the direction of the mountains ( Read more... )

Good afternoon, New Feathers. I've had a wonderful time meeting and assisting you throughout the week, and I hope you're all doing well ( Read more... )

[voiced, over the sounds of the potential storm.]

That's odd, it wasn't raining yesterday.

[...Gonna make this quick and less tl;dr than the OOC board post is ( Read more... )

[voiced]

Nia, if you need me, I'll be down at the lake.

[It didn't occur to her to specify which lake. You'll find her by the larger one, the one west of the village rather than south of it ( Read more... )

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[It's cloudy. Not sunny. But it's still kinda warm out, so Martel's gonna brighten the day. She hopes. She'd been sitting on the edge of the fountain, but one can only amuse themself watching the water for so long, so now she's got her panpipes and she's playing a somewhat upbeat melody. A bit quietly, though, so as not to disturb anyone ( Read more... )

[She's found her journal on her bedside where she'd left it, but her hands are shaking too much to do more than just knock it off the table by accident. You'll hear a thump, then some shuffling sounds as she quickly half-scrambles back away from it. Not scared, exactly, but... something. Some audible but shallow breathing, mildly resembling ( Read more... )