concoctive | SCAWWY 😱 rondo

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SCAWWY 😱 rondo

In the tapestry of floriography, the borage flower stands out as a symbol of emotional fortitude and joy. Its star-shaped blue blossoms have carried the weight of courage since Roman times, believed to embolden warriors on the battlefield. Borage flower and leaves are used for fever, cough, and depression.

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[ alfyn doesn't have much in the way of body shyness, so he's already gotten quickly changed out of the robes and back into his usual clothes. the flower crown has been carefully tucked into his satchel, and he's gotten his axe carefully in the back of his belt where it usually goes when not in use. the robes, though, even as he's walking around, he's working on picking at the seams to take the thing apart.

but he glances up from where he's fiddling with the threads in one shoulder, and then - pauses abruptly at something deeply familiar. ]

... is that a Knights Ardante uniform?

Rondo! Hey, Rondo!

[ alfyn is fucking.

trucking it, from the garden area, to follow rondo away from the four horsemen. his expression is serious, his body tense, but one can't really blame him for the reaction considering the information that they were just given.

but it's not just that.

he's not the kind of person to not skip straight to the punch: ] Did I hear you say Lyblac?

[ wow a murdergame... with a murder....

it's friday! and as of friday, probably predictably, rondo is standing by the pyre, his hands laced together, his eyes closed. even with his eyes closed, his expression is clearly, clearly upset, his brows pinched together in what can only be frustration, his mouth a tight line.

across his chest, the inky tattoos of the week have multiplied - the shadows and ink coalescing in more than one spot, spattering a perfectly white cloak. not being strong enough to protect the people you care for. not being strong enough to protect the people you care for. not being strong enough to protect the people you care for. not being strong enough to protect the people you care for. ]

[ alfyn is just sitting at the corner of one of the benches around the pyre, elbows on his knees, hands together, forehead against his knuckles. he's not looking up, but he does seem to be talking quietly to himself as he stays there. against the seat next to him is his axe, blade cradled by the dirt and handle within reach.

his head turns, just a little, against his knuckles when he realizes that someone's joined him. but he settles back into a quiet prayer that he lets the crackle of the flames whisk away before he says anything audible. ]

... hey, Rondo. Was just sayin' some prayers for 'em, and for us.

[ the way i completely missed your starter yesterday because i was so busy getting my ass trounced by the ot1s. i'm gomen honey

so we're starting with week two instead! we're over on the new island, where rondo can currently be found stretching up to pluck an apple off of a tree! it looks like he's got a bucket on his hip that's got some juicy looking fruits in it. when he spots alfyn, he grins. ]

Good morning, Alfyn! This feels a little bit more like the Riverlands, huh?

[ where the fuck are you YOU BETTER BE LAYING DOWN

rondo is coming to find alfyn once he's gotten settled somewhere with water. honestly he's actually been standing guard waiting for him to get taken care of like a good flameguard so. once daan/any other medical visitor has cleared out... ]

...How are you feeling, Alfyn...?

[ hey there's absolutely no preamble to this. the two of them are just minding their own business, perhaps standing in the gas station? they're two ye oldes, completely bemused by modern things, but the lights are so bright...

and the brightest lights cast the darkest shadows. shadows that are more than happy to ensnare someone, maybe two someones, and drag them into a terrible memory. ]

[ kicks in your door at the cabin and stares you the fuck down ]

Rondo..? [ he's got his satchel with him, still not mended and the strap knotted together to keep it on his shoulder as he comes into the now-familiar space. after what rondo did for him last week, alfyn is prepared to return the favor, now, approaching where he's settled in for the time being. ]

[ haha

well

rondo's really good at bouncing back from tragedy. he's used to tragedy, he's used to loss, but there's - there's just nothing that could have prepared him for this. for the first time, he's not running around looking for people after death has struck. today he's just sitting by the blue, blue pyre on the ground, his arms around his knees.

it becomes very, immediately clear that he's crying. silently, but he's crying. ]

[ hello hello!!! on this fine monday, we are in the library. rondo is pulling alfyn along to a shelf by the wrist. ]

Alfyn! Look!

[ and up there on a high, high shelf are a bunch of books where the spines are written in orsterran alphabet. WOW. ]

[ cool cool cool cool. he's heading back here just to see if there's... gods, anything that he can glean, even though he knows that the veil will hide it, and he just. looks. at rondo the moment he spots him.

and it doesn't take much to know. to realize. and his heart breaks even further - already struck in twain by the loss of someone like marina, but also to see rondo in this state. haven't they all dealt with enough by now? haven't they lost enough people that they've come to care for? when is it going to end?

alfyn makes his way over, trudging through the water without care, and drops to his knees so that he might fold himself around and over rondo, holding onto him tightly. ]

[ not quite on the trail, but not quite in the camp, either, alfyn stares at the greenery all around them. it reminds him of home, like this - not a single building in sight, birds singing, bugs buzzing, wildlife abound. the spider-infested woods reminded him of home in some ways, too, especially considering the limitless chance of monsters, but...

this is a little different. ]

Alright. [ woof. ] So, if we're gonna be findin' anythin' useful, we can't barrel through the undergrowth, 'cause then we'll wind up crushin' all of it. And we might miss out on there bein' - I don't know, mushrooms that we can eat. Be nice to be able to cook up somethin' for everybody again.

You ever do foragin' before?

[ hoooogh he's so mad that he can't just tackle him. he can't hug him! it won't really work.

still, alfyn buzzes around rondo and has a happily wobbly look on his face. ]

I don't even know where to start... 'cept that I'm glad to see you...

[ we're going to the point before the town hall, actually, because you know who hasn't gotten any practice in (that didn't entail getting beat to shit by monsters)? this guy. ]

Whoa... I don't think I've ever seen so many weapons in one place - even the arena in Victors Hollow doesn't have this many... I'd hate to see the Warbringer in here...

[ :man_stands: with alfyn

looking at sheepzantos ]

....So, Essek said I'll have to come see him again later tonight to make sure he stays like this, but, um... here we are. This is... Sir Sazantos. The Flameguard before me, so - the Flameguard when you were probably pretty young...

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wknd 0; saturday

wknd 0; sunday

week 0, friday

wk 0; sunday

week 1, monday

week 1, thursday

wk 2; monday

wk 2; thursday

week 2, friday

w3 monday

wk 3; friday

wk 4; monday

wk 6; wednesday

wk 7; monday

w7 sat