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A great round of maniacal laughter leaves Seraphite Viradiraar as she finishes reading the missive, tossing it to the ground and grinding her heel into the parchment, watching with satisfaction as the paper collects filth, soon tearing as it crumpled under her foot. She walks away after a drawn moment of destroying the missive, leaving it illegible and in pieces on the ground where any could find. Seraphite, with a crazed look on her face, walks to the petitions, planning to repeat the destructive actions of one Telos Andria'liene.

Seraphite Viradiraar would pause at the commotion, the trip she had only just planned with her lari'onn postponed as the sky lit ablaze. Quickly, the mali' and her companion made eye contact, their eyes sparking with amusement at yet another display coming from a familiar direction. Soon, they were off. Leaving Cloud Temple and heading east, following one another as they almost raced to where they seemingly knew the light show was coming from, giggling like madmen. The duo soon halted in front of their destination, Ando Alur, and their gazes slowly shifted up, up, up..... The city was now in the sky, the two connecting the dots and realizing what the light show from earlier had caused. In amazement and curiosity, hesitance and wonder, they stepped forward and made way to the city, grins splitting their faces. Seraphite, who had not uttered a single word through their entire adventure, turned to her lari'onn. "Freya," She began, her pale gaze looking to the other. "Look at how far we've come. Look-" The Viradraar didn't say much after. Her thoughts seeming to swim in her head and cloud her mind. Some would love it, others would despise. Some would use it, others would see no gain from it. Some would feel proud of it, to others it brought deep shame. As she thought on the possibilities, Seraphite trekked on, looking around the city with Freya at her side, the two seeming to read the others mind as the silence between them kept. Both thinking, both absorbed in the sights around them. But both with each other. And at that moment, it was all they needed.

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Honestly, I was going to go into detail about the good things on the server that I've experienced, but then I thought back on it and instead all the bad things came flooding into my mind. Probably because there are little to no good memories! Kisses <3 (On a side note, to those of you who have actually made my time here lovely, thank you so much for everything. Can't wait for more memories with y'all💕)

Cool.....I guess +1

Seraphite Viradiraar's eyes scan the missive, her brow furrowing in some concern. "You see, that's something." She mutters, her eyes taking a viridescent hue, the colour familiar to a few. "But I have my worries." At her words, particles of sand surround her hands, swirling above the mali's palms. "The void is an interesting thing, its power is something to harvest." The sand slowly clumps together, forming the rough shape of a a rock. "Something to behold, to harness." The rock morphs, slowly becoming long and pointed, hardening fully as it hovers in front of her palm. "And while it's something swell to behold....." Seraphite trails off, sending the rock forward with a rush of her hand, watching with satisfaction as it impales the tree in front of her. "It's something to fear, something that pollutes one's mind. It's dangerous, complicated-" The glow from her eyes fades completely, the woman flopping down to lay on her back in the grass beneath her. "And it should not be used by some silly 'thill wanting to do tricks, and it should not be used by the same silly 'thill as propaganda." Her eyes fall shut as a huff escapes her, remaining where she is for the rest of the day.

omg is this the Livviez?

Seraphite Viradiraar's day started as any other had. A simple: wake up, make some tea, then set out and go whichever way the wind would take her. Though, that one particular morning when she stepped outside, she was stopped by a letter. The 'aheral, ever so curious in nature, stooped down to retrieve the delicate parchment, stepping back inside her residence to read over what it contained. As she unfurled the letter, she let her gaze drift over the words, her brow furrowing as she read the first sentence. Seraphite, ever the one to never let things affect her too greatly, moved to sit, placing herself rather harshly down at one of the table's chairs. Soon after, when the sun had fully risen into the sky, the 'aheral would let out a small laugh- one laced with disbelief. She, after having re-read it more times than ever memorable, tightened her grip on the parchment, and watched with grim satisfaction as it crinkled under her hands. "You were the one here that I returned to, Othelu." She muttered, her words spoken more vile than she intended. "You were the one I served under. And while I'm forever grateful-" The mali halted in her words, then stood abruptly as she moved to the door, though paused, her ears twitching as the crackle of fading embers called behind her, the grip she held tight on the parchment somewhat loosening. She didn't leave her house that day, though many could confirm that when they passed, obvious smoke could be seen exiting the chimney.

SILVER CALENDAR OF 27 S.A. [!] Parchment wrapped tightly and sealed with a ribbon would be found at every citizen's doorstep, and possibly others, throughout the Silver State, containing the following calendar: The Deep Cold: TAVERN - Camp Fire “Many Mali’thill have gone through rough journeys. Many have conquered great quests. Though, not all know of such. Any feat you may have accomplished or overcame, come to the tavern this night and tell everyone of such. Gloat and boast of the evils you’ve destroyed with your own hands- or even evils you’ve seen be destroyed. Inspire young Mali’thill, and just Mali’thill in general, to step up and make change.” Signed, Okarir’mali, Seraphite VIradiraar {{OOC: Tuesday, June 1, 5:00 PM EST//9:00 PM GMT}} Snow’s Maiden: CLINIC - Mali’thill Dance Class “The citizens of Haelun’or are encouraged to stay in shape through Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya. What better way is there to exercise with your community than a rigorous dance courge of strength, balance and stamina? Only the greatest of Mali’thill can last this class, are you, child of Larihei, up for the challenge?” Signed, Head Physician, April Viradiraar {{OOC: Wednesday, June 2, 8:00 PM EST//12:00 AM GMT}} The First Seed: TAVERN - Drinking Contest “The citizens of Haelun’or that are of age are invited to an open drinking contest within the Silver Stag. Challenge your friends and foes to a night of who has the stronger bladder and come down to the tavern to display such. With a prize of one hundred mina on the line, what is there to lose?” Signed, Okarir’mali, Seraphite Viradiraar {{OOC: Friday, June 4, 9:00 PM//1:00 AM GMT}}

Thats my bestie!! Can't wait to have you playing again babes :)) <3

Seraphite Viradiraar sighs as she hears the news, bringing her cup of tea to her lips, blowing on it softly. "It was doomed to happen." She hums, taking a sip from her tea, placing it down softly on the table after. "Though it is now the trigger for much more to come."

Seraphite sighs as she gets to the end of the missive, furrowing her brow and crumpling the paper, standing up and making her way to the fire. "Sutica Eternal," She murmurs, tossing the paper into the fire, watching the flame curl around the paper, a small smirk playing at her lips. "Soon to be fleeting." She remarks, turning from the flame and making her way up the stairs, the crackle from the fire calming her, a noise reminding her of what she left behind.

Seraphite hums, a small smile taking her face. "This will be fun." She murmurs, her eyes slipping off the page. "It'll help the cihi." She nods, stepping away, a small bounce in her step

Seraphite lets out a loud laugh. "Look at this!" She exclaims to herself, grabbing the other missive she had acquired earlier. "Two nations have declared such," She nods, smirking as she folds both up, the 'thill obviously pleased. "Now this is going to be fun."

Seraphite sighs as her eyes reach the end of the missive, standing from her spot at the table in her home. The 'thill's eyes drift to the fire, the crackle calling softly to her. She moves to it, staring into the flame, her grip on the paper tightening as she slowly crouched in front of the fire, humming. "Sutica Eternal, for freedom, and prosperity...." She trails off, her eyes hardening as she stands, suddenly set on something new. She turns, stepping through her door and making her way out of The Silver District, smirking slightly as she catches a familiar pair of cold, blue eyes. "Mal'maronn!" She hollers, waving the missive in the air. "Have you heard the news?" Seraphite steps forward once before stopping in front of her cousin. "Elvenesse isn't doing too bright," She holds the paper out. "But you know what they say. Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya."

Seraphite hadn't known- she still didn't know of such occurring right under her feet. That day was one like any other, one where she strolled down the street without a care in the world, following her regular walk around The Silver State, the pavement glistening under her shoes. The birds had been singing, the wind blowing softly, the grass and trees swayed in sync. It was peaceful, everything was lovely, but- The birds stopped their song, and the wind seemed to cut instead of blow, the grass and trees stopped and she seemed to as well. The 'thill turned her gaze to the sky, her ears twitching as she wrinkled her nose, and her heart seemed to clench. Seraphite froze, bringing a hand to her chest as she stood still, and the world around her seemed to do the same..... The birds no longer sang that day, nor did the wind blow, the grass and trees both seemed to pause in place and she- She couldn't help but think something happened, something was wrong, something viscous and cruel and horrid- The elfess continued on her way, though the pavement she walked on no longer felt as shiny as it had previously.

Seraphite laughs softly, scanning the poster. "This is amazing!" She nods, folding the paper and pocketing it, turning to look at the sky, bringing a hand to block the sun from her eyes. "We've got a lot of work to do....."

finally

Seraphite Snowell hums, scanning the letter. "Weddings are always a joy." She murmurs, smiling softly as she continues on with her day.

((Posters would be pinned up everywhere. Thin paper nailed onto various things in different places in Almaris. Walls, notice boards, pole's, etc. You name it, they're posted there.)) -=+=- 𝒢𝑅𝒜𝒩𝒟 𝑅𝐸-𝒪𝒫𝐸𝒩𝐼𝒩𝒢 𝒪𝐹 𝒮𝒰𝒯𝐼𝒞𝒜'𝒮 𝒯𝒜𝒱𝐸𝑅𝒩; 𝒯𝐻𝐸 𝒮𝐼𝐿𝒱𝐸𝑅 𝒮𝒯𝒜𝒢 𝒮𝒜𝐿𝒪𝒪𝒩 ----==+==---- The long awaited re-opening of Sutica's tavern has finally arrived! With the tavern now under new ownership, the saloon has been re-done and made into what it was always meant to be. A new look, a new menu, and new staff have all come together to make an area in Sutica where everyone can come and have fun. We pride ourselves with hospitality, as we always welcome any who come, and serve all. ~{=}~ The tavern is to officially re-open on the month of The First Seed and remain open until further notice. Any questions can be taken to the tavern workers. ~{=}~ ((Above would be a charcoal drawing of a crowded tavern, done so many times that it's almost become second nature, sketched on the bottom of every poster))