scowlish: (straight up)
Onni Hotakainen ([personal profile] scowlish) wrote in [community profile] middaeg2020-08-05 10:43 pm

[open] on rocks i dreamt of where we stepped

Who: onni hotakainen; open
When: throughout aguril
Where: various
What: catch-all and quests for the month
Warnings: tba in subject lines



Prompts in the comments, marked open or closed. Hit me up by PM, discord (coffee #6251), plurk ([plurk.com profile] caffemisto), or with a comment on my cr meme post if you want a specialized starter or to plot in advance!

I'm writing prompts in brackets style but if you prefer prose feel free, I'll respond in kind.
Prompt Links.
i. building supplies: scavenging wood to build a sauna, various places in the city

ii. picnic serenades: wandering in the gardens, offering to play music for picnickers

iii. out of the city: general medical care and fighting in the outer city

quintessent: (a Rose of May)

[personal profile] quintessent 2020-09-27 12:41 pm (UTC)(link)
A warm steam room must be nice, if you are from a land of ice.

[Is it a joke, it's hard to tell because she's saying it with a straight face. A pleasant smile on her face, she offers another piece of wood to the pile.]

I will leave you to your task, but I would like to come see your steam room once it is finished, if I may. Would you like for me to cast a levitation spell on your materials? That way you can carry them back home more easily.

[She's gotten pretty good at that one, to aid with manual labor.]
quintessent: (You're sailing)

[personal profile] quintessent 2020-10-20 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
My name is Princess Allura. I would love to visit, once your saune is completed.

[Said with a smile, then she nods, expression turning to business as she faces the pile of goods.]

I should be able to do that for you. Just stand back a little!

[It’s one she’s gotten pretty familiar with, by accident. Holding her hands in front of her, she focuses her energy on the pile around her, drawing some magical energy from a sleeping Keith inside. There’s a small glow that emanates from her markings as the magic swirls and channels, the pile starting to lift off of the ground like it’s made of helium. Just enough to scoot it along.]

There, [She’s pleased with her handiwork, and nods.] It should last for the next couple of vargas – ah. [She corrects herself,] Hours.