Alexi_

MC Name:

         __Alexi

Character's Name:

         Alessia Tiber

Character's Age:

         20

What feat(s) will you be learning?

         Alchemy

Teacher's MC Name:

         kaylacita

Teacher's RP Name:

         Roslin Baruch

Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your feat app?:

         yes

Have you applied for this feat on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:

         no

Are you aware that if this feat is shelved, it will be unavailable to use?

         yes

Kzenia Sarkozic, after hearing of the news beforehand, finally saw the official missive already on her departure from Velec, taking a moment to bow and sign the lorraine despite stopping within the middle of a road. "Godanistan." was all she said for her prayer, knowing the situation would only get worse from here.

Penned by the

Duchess Austina & Kzenia Sarkozic

C. 1909

After many years of the children of Aaun freely wandering the nation, Kzenia Sarkozic, the daughter of the Duke of Adria, has seen it fit to align all the children's schedules in one grandiose affair. With permission from Queen Eleanor, the Castle Ardor will open its doors to all the children of Aaun, Balian, and Petra for an eve of wondrous tricks and delicious treats.

The guardians of the children are free to attend to chaperone for their children. There will be food provided for parents as well. While chaperones are not expected, they are welcomed.

SCHEDULE

Banquet - 4:00 PM EST

All the children and parents will meet inside the banquet hall, where they will all be served desserts and confectioneries of all kinds, provided by the Duchess Austina’s wards, while they converse with their other fellow partygoers.

Activities - 4:30 PM EST 

The children and chaperones will then be allowed to move to the ballroom which will be transformed into a whimsical forest. In the ballroom, various activities will be set that one could participate in. A table will be set with various materials for all the young ladies to make their own makeshift dolls and all the young gentlemen to craft their own slingshots.

Tag - 5:00 PM EST

A game of tag will be played throughout the city. Every child will hide while the ‘tagger’ counts for a minute until they go through the city and tag anybody they can until 10 minutes has passed by. A prize will be given to the remaining people that managed to not get tagged.

SIGNED,

Her Grace, Austina of Aldersberg,

Baroness of Aldersberg, Duchess Consort of Adria, Countess Consort of Veletzia
 

Her Ladyship, Kzenia Adriata Sarkozic

Laurene, after having taken a break from playing cards within the Parlour of Aster Hall, stares out into nothing at the thought of all her children that have been lost to her. Quite morbidly, her shoulders slightly shrug after reading this "Whatever.. this won't bring them back."

Laurene sits on standby at the Palace Courtyard, awaiting the family's return to the palace "They do not know how much they have been missed, and what they have come back to..."

the little Annalisa gawks with dazed eyes of dark cerulean, blinking only at momental intervals as she observes the baby with silence. ". . ."

A sudden nostalgia enters into the mind of Lady Laurène, an evocative feeling overwhelming her already damaged psyche. 

 A quiet day looms over her chambers in Susa, not altogether an eventful moment yet unsure of what to think of what she had read. Her hands reach for her daughter, the little Ofelia content with herself as she writes upon the family table. "Remember your predecessors, belle fille. NEVER let the actions of others stop your ambition!” She says to her as the woman's wrinkled hands cast the parchment with the likeness of 'Madame Marie' right onto the table with heavy force to accentuate her statement. “Apply your resolve and fortitude to everything you do, I will not stand for it if not!”

A certain silence befell onto her, quite peculiar considering the ferocity that was with her just moments ago. It was as if yesterday she was escaping the now defunct Luciensburg with the faces of the Countess Renzfeld and the now former Lady-Governor greeting her new life, the petite-savoie unsure of her worth or self-respect at the time. “It was you who made me into the Lady of the present age…” She meant in all sincerity of her statement as she rids her mind of the 'Lady-Governor' and fills the void within of the 'Lady of Cassia Hall'.

@sunflowerist

Lauréne Henriette Basrid ponders upon the nature itself of Canonism, not quite sure as the woman herself did not have any firsthand experiences of pursuing a devout lifestyle. Ultimately, she thinks of the girls that came after her and their wishes to contribute in a more meaningful way to Holy Mother Church “I suppose it would not do any harm if women were extolled for their virtues, so it would do well for those who do not agree remember where they came from!”

Laurene Henriette Basrid parts a grin between her wrinkled lips, the source of said grin existing from a mischievous undertone. A constant smog permeates around the woman and the cushion she sits upon, her papers laying upon her legs “GOD bless these girls with luck, they are going to wish for every drop of it at the presentations!”

Laurène Henriette Basrid looks upon the letter with much trepidation of the real cause of death, her brown eyes glaring brighter as her mind wanders off into grey areas of what could have been without her untimely departure. Her hands follow Maisie's as she grabs the flask of alcohol  “The buggers are taking them! I need to put an end to this before people continue to die by their miniscule hands!”  @zuziee

very pog :D

Laurène Henriette contemplates the true nature of these seemingly comical rodent creatures, her head tremors shoulder to shoulder. She looks forward to her uncaring sisters “We should have see’s as pets! Yet they would likely be able to escape easier…” Her lips soften out with a sigh, therefore expunging the paper into the fireplace nearby, shifting her consciousness to other matters.

Reserved.

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((You literally put a reference for Mars as Saint Sebastian, what is this? ?

Diane peers to the space between the words only a few moments to disbelieve what she had saw, then to heed back to the little infant, speaking in her direction despite the child unable to understand her words “Seems your father is not fit enough, was a shame. Though expected, as he fornicated with my mother. No sane person moves to those depths.”

Diane moves her fingers over the words to confirm them for herself of what she wrote to disprove of it being an illusion “Oh, Mother...at it again” She says only as she sets it down upon her end table, before taking her two Index fingers to rub her temples.

Diane unfolds the parchment of interest to take a quick gaze at its contents written, then setting it down as she looks to her Lady-in-Waiting. Her eyes glance at the girl  with much peculiarity in them “Looks like it is tea time!” She stands with a cheery façade, not wanting to worry the girl.

Diane readies her perfect opportunity to visit the city, her steps tremble from her deluge of glee “I love weddings! I would certainly not let it pass up behind me” she folds her fingers into each other as she beseeches her mother in allowing her to go.

honestly, I did not expect anything more?

Mother Reina signs the cross infront of her in honour of the passed Empress and her mother, bringing contemplations of the Empire of old into her head that seemed to be a vivid notion  “May GOD bless their souls into the seven skies!” She fervently calls out with zeal

I’m late as **** but still, this is ******* awesome +1

Reina, an old crone, now reads over the letter with a glint in her eyes to be able to bear witness to her granddaughter’s youthful union “I cannot believe what I am seeing. I better not see a single wrinkle on her face on her wedding day!” She then takes herself to walk upon her cane to drink bountiful amounts of wine from the cupboard.

Reina readies her plans of retirement with her family as she sits upon her seats, then receiving the missive while looking at the various paintings hung in her parlor of a landscape of Presa de Madera and a depiction of her aunt, Yanalia Horen. Her glances give heavy trepidation to her breath as she then realizes her sight over all her life now in her thoughts “And for what? Bureaucracy is a frightening thing, yet the wheels turn still. A pathetic game this all is and how unfortunate that it must to desperate measures. May St. Catherine and the wife Julia bless my family’s hearts”

Reina takes her palms to slam down on the table after having read the atrocity that the letter said about her son, Demetrio. She’d scream out loudly in the City of Ves “That puto touches mi hijo and I shall put blades on mi chancleta!”