Born to Make History...?

by **Gomer Caitiff** on January 26th, 2018, 10:55 am

Both women seemed to be doing well enough. Though Avela's grip had tightened, she appeared confident enough to attempt to propel herself of her own accord. At her excitement, Gomer grinned wide, eyeing her out of the corner of his vision as he wasn't certain he could keep an acceptably straight path if he turned his head. "This skating business seems one more mental than physical, though it isn't without its fair share of sweat and tears." He chuckled at the thought, just slightly wincing from the soon to be black and blue areas of pain that reminded him how he'd come to be able to stand firm on the ice.

A small group of children led by Gomer's pint-sized instructor and a sniffling boy joined them, several of them seeming to recognize Avela and Aster. The first, a red headed, unkempt looking young girl who was missing one of her front teeth, grinned wide, skating close at Avela's heels. "Wow miss, that was a good fall before."

Pushing her to side, a smaller, frost-chilled boy with wide green eyes and a puff of chestnut fuzz atop his head came to her defense. "She's doinalot better now!" Both of them stuck their tongues out at one another, to the laughter of the other children and Gomer, who had even further slowed to keep their chain human chain from entangling with any of their diminutive guests.

"Hey Mister Gomer!" Wrapping her hand around Gomer's free left, the pigtailed girl giggled up at him, her own eyes reflecting a familiar mischievous spark. "Are these ladies your wives?"

by **Asterope** on January 29th, 2018, 8:31 pm

Aster watched the group of children swarm them suddenly; she smiled and gave the faintest hint of a laugh when the redheaded girl complimented Avela on her fall. That sort of optimism was one of the reasons why she had such a soft spot for children. Then again, judging by her friend's reaction, she may very well have just been teasing the poor Konti.

Aster's attention was only half-focused on the children as she tried to concentrate on how Avela was doing, pleased to see the Konti giving a small push of her own, but the young girl's question was just loud enough for her to hear.

Immediately colour flooded Aster's face and she automatically opened her mouth to protest; the sight of an Eth so utterly red with embarrassment and mouth agape must have been a rare sight indeed. Aster stammered, tripping over her words for a moment, before simply giving up and deciding not say anything, giving a shake of her head instead.

As sweet and lovable as they were, she had forgotten how mischievous young ones could be. The chain they had formed had slowed gradually and they had finally come to an unsteady halt on the ice, the group of children circling about them when Aster heard it.

At first she paid it no mind, but then it came again, just loud enough for her to pay notice. A faint cracking sound came from beneath her. It came again, louder this time, followed by a whining groan from the ice, and the Eth felt her feet shifting. Panic seized her as she glanced down to see cracks beginning to spider web out beneath her feet.

The children were far enough away that the fractures in the ice hadn't seemed to have reached them; she, Gomer, and Avela were the ones in the most immediate danger. The ice grinded loudly, a high-pitched sound, and Aster gave Avela a hard shove, sending her sliding back and probably making her lose her balance just as the ice finally gave in.

Aster was reminded of her fall into the ocean all over again. Her stomach dropped as she plummeted through the ice into cold water. Oh, so cold; the water was freezing, so cold it burned and numbed her skin all at once. Bubbles drifted from her mouth as she looked up, not having had a chance to properly prepare herself.

She could see the faces of Gomer and some of the children clustered around the jagged hole where the ice had broken, their forms shimmering and distorted from beneath the water. Kicking her feet clumsily, Aster pushed herself to the surface, expecting her head to break the water and enter the cold air of Alvadas.

Instead, the top of her head hit ice. She blinked for a moment, more bubbles trailing from her lips, uncomprehending. Then panic set in. She pressed her palms against the ice, curling her hands into fists and banging hard against the frozen surface; she could tell from the feel of it and how it looked that it was thin, just beginning to reform, but it was almost impossible to breach from her side with only her fists.

Her dagger; she had taken to carrying it everywhere with her since her first days in Alvadas as a precation. Clumsily, her frozen fingers fumbled at her belt, her hair floating like a halo around her head. She could feel her lungs beginning to burn as she ran out of oxygen; she was in such a hurry, she almost dropped her dagger when she withdrew it from its scabbard.

Her heart caught in her throat, but she managed to catch a firm grip on the hilt. Bracing one hand flat against the ice, Asterope grit her teeth and stabbed the point of the dagger as hard as she could against the ice; once, twice, then another time. Again and again she struck the surface, unable to see if she was making any progress. If the others on the other side of the ice were saying anything or doing anything to help, she couldn't tell.

Her lungs ached fiercely now, and she wanted nothing more than to take a breath of air; even more than she wanted to warm up. Black spots began to dance in her vision, and her grip on the dagger weakened slightly, but adrenaline was pumping fiercely through her veins, and so she kept slamming the dagger up into the ceiling of ice that imprisoned her in the water.

Having been so disoriented and now panicked and focused on trying to free herself, Aster completely failed to realize that Avela had leaped into the water after her. She hadn't caught sight of the Konti's figure in the dark water either; when arms suddenly wrapped around her, she almost swallowed water as she opened her mouth to cry out on instinct.

Realizing quickly who it was, Aster felt her fear and adrenaline kick into overtime, now fearing for Avela's life as well; she knew of Konti, but she had no idea that the women could breathe underwater. As far as she knew, Avela was now at risk of dying because she was trying to save Aster.

Shaking her head fiercely and steadfastly ignoring the blackness creeping in the edge of her vision, Aster tried to catch Avela's attention, hitting her palm repeatedly against where she'd been stabbing at the ice, trying desperately to convey their best means of escape; the ice was much thicker in other places.

OOC :

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by **Avela** on January 30th, 2018, 2:41 am

"It does seem to be mostly mental," Avela said, nodding her head. "I think I'm getting the hang of it, though."

He was surprisingly encouraging, she thought, offering him a smile as they skated along. Encouraging in a way that was oddly familiar. He reminded her of that man she had danced with at the masquerade, more than thirty days ago, but what would the odds be? Even in a city like Alvadas, that would be too much of a coincidence.

Still, it was a nice thought. She turned away to hide a smile and a flush, from thinking it.

Then the little girl's comment met her ears, and Avela wasn't thinking much of anything anymore.

W-Wives?!

Avela let out a squeak, all of the color rising to her face again. She barely registered that the mystery man's name was apparently Gomer. She was too busy staring at the children, red-faced, her mouth opening and closing like a fish as she tried to find the words. It sounded like there was an odd buzzing in her ears. Like Aster, she came to a halt on the ice, looking out at the group. Something to say, something to say. She was fully aware that a response was needed.

"I-I'm too young to be his wife!" she said, the words coming out in a kind of warbling shriek. She was, after all, only twenty-five. But she didn't realize until after her voice died down what her shout had covered up. The sound of cracking ice. Avela looked down at her own feet, her eyes widening as she saw the cracks beginning to form beneath her skates.

Oh no...

Before she could move, Aster shoved her away, the ice giving way beneath them. Avela slid forward, arms flailing as she struggled to catch herself. She managed, just barely, to keep herself from falling, but when she turned around, she realized that Aster had fallen through the hole in the ice, and she wasn't coming back up.

"Aster!" Avela shrieked, horrified. Without thinking, she started shrugging off her heavy coat, dropping it onto the ice. The skates were laced--she couldn't even think about getting them off right now. She didn't think, moving forward before anyone could catch her and leaping into the hole.

Cold.

So cold that Avela started shivering. So cold that she forgot how to breathe.

But she could. Breathe. And as her gills flared, bringing with them the sensation of air filling her lungs, Avela was painfully aware of the fact that Aster couldn't. Treading water, Avela opened her eyes, heading towards the dark form of the Ethaefal. She wrapped her arms around the woman, looking around for the gap in the ice, and started trying to drag her towards it.

But Avela found herself with a problem. She wasn't a strong swimmer. She hadn't bothered to be. Usually, being able to breathe underwater was good enough, and the added benefit of webbed fingers and toes made it easier for her than it might otherwise have been. But her toes were stuffed into skates, her fingers into gloves, and even without her coat, she was weighed down. By her clothes. By Aster. It was making it hard just to stay afloat, let alone swim.

It didn't matter. She could breathe. She could, in theory, stay down here forever. But Aster couldn't, and it was very, very cold.

Avela found herself starting to panic as she struggled, looking for the gap in the ice. Beside her, Aster was struggling, pounding against the ice, trying to break through. Avela looked up, but she didn't know how they could get out that way. She had no knives. She didn't have the strength.

Pounding. A muffled shouting. A hand appearing in her field of vision.

Gomer's hand.

Stretching out for it like it was a lifeline, Avela tried to wrap her hand around it, letting him pull her up.

OOCTag, Gomer. You're it

EDIT: Edited my post to reflect Gomer's. Aster, if you want to get out of the water in your next post, you probably can. Or not

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by **Gomer Caitiff** on January 30th, 2018, 6:49 am

Between Avela's vehement embarrassment and Aster's red faced, taciturn denial, Gomer found himself a bit wounded. The pigtailed girl grinned wide at the resulting chaos, but before she or he could say anything else, Aster disappeared. Blinking in surprise, Gomer stumbled backward, his hand instinctively shielding the child who's grip had tightened around his other. Though steady enough on his own two feet, he eyed the shattered remains of what had hitherto been what he'd thought to be a solid sheet of ice. Bubbles and splashes of water made it seem almost as if the lake were boiling, but the chill reminded him that that was hardly the case.

"M-mister Gomer?" All semblance of mischief gone, she looked on at where Aster had fallen through the ice with wide, scared eyes.

Patting her on the hand, Gomer, who had no idea what he was supposed to do and was half distracted by Avela's shouting as she removed her coat, put on a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "It's alright, darling. Take you friends and go fetch some-" He was interrupted by the sound of a much larger splash followed but a suspicious silence. Fortunately, he didn't need to finish, as his pigtailed partner had already gathered the other children and sped off, shouting at the top of their little lungs in a total of four different languages.

From what he could tell, the nearest skaters were still a good distance off, and while he didn't know much about drowning, he felt it was safe to assume that the longer the two women went without breathing, the worse their chances. Unlike Avela, who had courageously dove into the frigid depths without thought to her own wellbeing, Gomer was a bit more cautious.

His thoughts sped through his mind at an alarming rate, and while his stomach felt a bit as if he had swallowed bubbles, for the most part he was relatively calm. It had quite a bit to do with the fact that he was well acquainted with all the various, horrible ways one might die, and neither drowning nor freezing were at the top of the list. They had time - for now.

Carefully, not wanting to fall into the water himself, Gomer crawled over to the edge, not trusting his basic capabilities on skates to keep him from slipping unceremoniously into his own soggy predicament. The ice was cold against his hands, and he could feel vibrations through it that seemed to be coming a good distance to the left of where the women had both disappeared into the water. Thanks to the many skates that had passed over the area before them, the ice was white and cloudy, too much so for him to be able to see through it and locate Aster and Avela.

Chewing on his lower lip, anxiety slowly rising with each passing tick that he was suddenly so very acutely aware of, he ran a hand through his hair. There were shouts in the distance, but they were still too far off. Rolling up the sleeve of his sweater and gritting his teeth to brace for what was certainly going to be a chill, he plunged his arm into the water. Rather than cast about blindly, he used his other hand to feel for the vibrations.

They seemed to be about a body's length to his left, far too far for him to reach. The best he could do was wave his already frozen arm back and forth in the water in the hope one of them might spot it and realize the way back. The thought occurred to him that he might try to break through where they were banging their fists, but the ice was sharp and had already cut several small gashes along his upper arm where they still floated like wicked slivers of flotsam. Even if he had the raw strength to smash through the ice, he imagined it likely the shards would find their way into the women. Between drowning and having one's eye cut out, the prior had a better chance of recovery.

Rather that try to break the ice, Gomer made a fist with his free hand and slammed it down hard near where he surmised the women were trapped. As he couldn't hear their voices, muffled by the water and ice, he'd doubted they'd be able to hear his. The dull [i]thud[/u] of their fists against the ice, however, were audible. Beating his own against the painfully solid ice several times more, he found that his thoughts had started to get jumbled up with panic.

The voices behind him had grown closer, but they were still too far away.

"Aster! Avela?!" Though he knew they couldn't hear him, he had begun to shout more so due to his own mounting dread. "It's this way! Over here!" He beat down upon the ice with all his strength, legs splayed to keep his body steady as the waving of his submerged arm increased to a frantic pace.

oocGomer is a bad husband and will not be diving in after his "wives". No hard feelings if you want to annul, hah!

Also, I say by my second post she's dead. Good luck!

by **Asterope** on February 1st, 2018, 6:54 am

Distantly, on the other side of the ice, Aster could hear several dull thuds; a shadow moved above her. Sluggish from the cold and lack of oxygen, it took her a moment to realize it must be Gomer; but even being assaulted from both sides, the ice was holding fast.

Her lungs were burning, the steady kicking of her legs becoming more erratic and frantic as Aster fought the urge to breathe. Her vision was flickering dangerously, and she found herself unable to continue pounding on the ice, her eyes growing heavy. She was going to die, but she suddenly found that caring took too much effort.

Abruptly beside her, Avela moved. The Konti still had a hold on the Eth, and when she lurched suddenly in a different direction, it jolted Aster. She blinked hard, the sting of the water in her eyes long gone. A few lone bubbles rushed from her mouth as the last of her breath left her lips; unable to hold it anymore, she inhaled.

Water rushed into her nose and mouth, and the sudden liquid filling her lungs managed to dredge up panic once again. Having gone still, she began to kick frantically once again, almost blindly following the direction that Avela was pulling her in.

She could just barely see Gomer's hand gripping onto Avela's through the blackness in her vision. With one last surge of energy, she kicked hard, propelling herself forward and up. Her kick, combined with the tug of Avela and Gomer, managed to just barely guide her to the hole she had fallen through, her head breaking the surface.

Asterope gasped, eyes widening, and then let out a hacking cough. Weakly, she gripped the sharp edge of the ice, her hands too numb to feel the jagged edges cutting her palms; somewhere along the way she had lost her dagger, it seemed. She didn't have the energy or strength to haul herself out of the water, so she simply pressed her wet cheek against the cold ice, gripping on for dear life as she coughed.

It felt like she was coughing up a lung. Her chest convulsed as she coughed wetly and hoarsely, her throat and nose burning. Rasping in another deep breath, she heaved and finally spewed water from her mouth, some more trickling out with her next few coughs. Her lungs ached, but she could breathe, and that was all she cared about.

The spots in her vision were slowly fading, the fog that had settled over her mind beginning to lift. She couldn't have been underwater for longer than five chimes, but it felt like it had been hours. Suddenly, realization hit her like a brick.

"Avela," she rasped out, urgently, lifting her head and looking around wildly with large eyes, her wet hair flinging around as she did. The Konti was nearby, and aside from being wet and cold, looked no worse for wear. It was then that Aster noticed the gills on the side of Avela's neck. Relief flooded through her; the other woman had never been in danger of drowning to begin with.

By Syna, she was tired; all she wanted was to go to sleep. She was so numb she barely even felt cold anymore, despite the fact that her normally rose gold complexion had taken on the pallor of white marble, her lips and fingers tinged blue. "Thank you," she mumbled, and while she spoke to nobody in particular, her voice barely audible, she meant it to both Avela and Gomer.

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by **Avela** on February 2nd, 2018, 4:36 am

Cold.

Cold, cold, cold, cold...

It was the only thing Avela could think of, the only word running through her head, over and over again, as she fought to keep one arm around Aster's waist while the other reached for Gomer's hand. The water was only a touch above freezing, and being able to breathe wouldn't help her much if she stayed in here for too long. Her legs kicked back and forth, struggling with the burden of keeping them afloat, and even with the fact that she could breathe, Avela felt short of breath. She felt a sense of rising panic.

Please... she thought, closing her hand around Gomer's arm, trying to pull on it to bring both her and Aster closer to the hole. Please, please, please, please...

When Aster's head broke the surface of the water, Avela thought she could almost cry with relief. She almost did, almost stopped kicking, but quickly resumed her attempts to swim when the weight of her clothes threatened to drag her down. If she did sink down to the bottom, she didn't think she would have the strength to rise again. She forced herself to open her eyes, forced herself to take a deep breath and grab onto the ice with her hands, hauling herself out of the water.

It was even colder on the surface, if that was possible. Avela pulled herself out of the water and sprawled out on top of the ice like a drowned cat, her hair and clothes plastered to her face and a slowly spreading pool of water around her. She was breathing hard, gasping for breath, her skin flushed with the exertion and her gills fluttering. Her muscles felt weak and watery, like she had run a mile. She was holding herself up on her arms, but she didn't even attempt to stand. With her skates and in the state she was in, it would be a disaster.

Her skates. She didn't even know if she could return them in this state.

And that was, literally, the least of her problems.

"Aster," she said, when she managed to catch her breath. "Aster, are you alright? Are you okay, Aster?"

Gods, it was cold. Avela didn't even know it was possible to be this cold. Her teeth started chattering of their own accord.

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by **Gomer Caitiff** on February 2nd, 2018, 5:12 am

He saw the splashes first, then the collective mass of blonde hair like some writhing creature from the depths rising up from beneath the ice. The moment he felt the dull sensation of hands grip his numbed arm, his fingers closed in a steel-like grip, digging into what he imagined was one of the women's forearms. In the back of his mind, he cringed as he imagined the bruises he was no doubt inflicting, but his consciousness was more focused on not letting the two of the drown.

As he tried to pulled them up, he found they were too heavy for him. He wasn't a weak man, but in his position, he didn't have the traction nor brute strength to lift them out of their watery prison. With a shout, he yanked on the arm, pushing his free hand into the ice.

The voices he'd been hearing had caught up, and soon, there were two more men beside him, helping him drag the women to the surface and assisting them as they climbed out. It seemed the ice was strong enough to support all their weight, but they helped each other move away from the edges as a precaution.

Neither Avela nor Aster seemed quite aware of their surroundings, calling to one another like lost lambs. The children, who had increased twofold in number, came with blankets and coats, each of them trying to play the role of nurse as they dried the sodden women, asking them a stream of questions.

The moment after Aster and Avela were safely back on top of the ice rather than under it, Gomer had rolled over to his back, letting his eyes close as he tried to calm his racing heart. With his intense fear passing, his body thought it an appropriate time to remind him that he'd sustained his fair share of cuts and scrapes from the ice.

One of the men who'd helped initially, a dark hair and darker skinned older man with kind green eyes, handed him a handkerchief with a warm smile. "I'm glad they're alright. Better clean yourself up to look the proper hero."

Taking the cloth with a distracted smile of his own, he began dabbing at the cuts that had begun to trickle with blood as his arm was no longer submerged. "I'll settle for appearing not drowned, for everyone."

The pigtailed girl, who's name was apparently Priscilla by the calls of her friends, knelt down beside him, her eyes wide with concern. "Are you okay, Mister Gomer?"

"I'm peachy." He grinned, though his chilled arm and numbed fingers had slowly become a rising point of concern. Thankfully, Pricilla offered him her scarf, and he wrapped it around his hand gratefully. "Why, I do believe you've single handedly allowed me to keep my fingers."

She giggled at his thanks, but it didn't last long. "Are they okay?" With a mittened hand, she pointed to two women, around whom there were concerned circles of men and women and children, all offering blankets and warm drinks and questions about their state of condition.

"I believe they will be, thanks to you and your friends." His smile grew warmer as he winked at Priscilla. "Now, go see if either of them need anything." As she obediently left, slowly skating the distance to the others, Gomer's smiled faded as he looked on with a fair amount of concern. Though he couldn't see them clearly, he caught glimpses of their pale faces. It seemed they would be alight, and he finally let himself relax.

"What a day, eh?" The dark haired man handed Gomer a something warm - a hot roll.

Bitting into it with a contented sigh, he nodded, grinning through the welcome warmth from the food in his mouth, "What a day."

by **Asterope** on February 7th, 2018, 11:26 pm

Aster suddenly found arms gripping her, and she was rather unceremoniously dragged out of the water, where she lay limp on the ice. She was helped into a sitting position, and through bleary eyes she noticed a swarm of people had come to their aid. Thick, warm blankets were layered over her, and the concerned faces of children peered at her. "Thank you," she mumbled through numb lips, shivering and clutching the blankets close to her.

She could hear voices, the children asking questions, but she was too sluggish to pay attention to what was being said. Deciphering words would take too much energy. Small hands rubbed at her vigorously through the layers of blankets that had been draped over her, and a faint smile cracked her frozen lips.

She could hear the deeper voices of adults discussing around her, voices quiet but urgent. Vaguely, she caught the word 'Mercy'. She raised her head slightly; that was right, they would have to find Ionu's Mercy. Avela may be able to breathe underwater, but it had still been freezing beneath the ice. At best, if they were lucky, they'd come out with a nasty cold; at worst, they were looking at pneumonia and days, if not weeks, of bed-rest.

She was slowly beginning to thaw out and warm up; she could think slightly more clearly now, and feeling was returning to her hands and feet. Sharp pins and needles jabbed at her extremities, and she flexed her fingers with a slight grimace, but she knew it was a good sign. It meant her blood was beginning to flow properly and warm her up again.

Spotting one of the children who had originally coaxed her onto the ice, Asterope beckoned. The girl moved closer, eyes wide and vaguely teary. "I'm okay," she reassured the girl with a hoarse voice. Talking brought on another round of coughing, rattling deep in her chest.

Clearing her throat when the fit had passed, she motioned to her feet. "Can you help me get these off, please?" The girl dutifully worked at the sodden laces of the skates; despite her prickling fingertips, Aster helped, and between the two of them they managed to get the skates off. The girl fetched Aster's boots for her, which she tugged on herself. They were blessedly dry and warm. Thanking the girl, Aster slowly pushed herself to her knees.

"Easy," came a voice behind her, hands just barely brushing her shoulders.

"I'm okay," she croaked out. "Avela needs to get to Ionu's Mercy. I work there, we can find it."

The man helped her to her feet, looking dubious, but Aster waved off his concerns, thanking him for his help. Gomer, it seemed, was occupied; no doubt being hailed a hero, which he was of course. But had it not been for Avela, Aster was certain she would be dead.

Clutching the blankets around her and with her dripping skates slung over her shoulder, Asterope shuffled across the ice until she reached the Konti. "Are you okay?" The poor girl looked just as frozen as Aster felt. "I can't thank you enough, Avela. It was foolish of you, but you saved my life." Her voice, through its weakness and trembling, was deeply grateful.

"Can you stand? We should try and find Ionu's Mercy; it won't do us any good to have made it out only to catch our deaths sitting around in the cold." She offered a hand to Avela. Ice had settled into her wet hair, forming on her lashes as well, sticking to her cheeks slightly every time she blinked. Even the horns curling around her head seemed to glisten with a sheen of frost.

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by **Avela** on February 10th, 2018, 5:15 am

Avela grasped the blankets gratefully as the children brought them out to her, wrapping them around herself. She nodded in thanks, not bothering with the effort of speech--it was hard enough to keep her teeth from chattering. Still, the blankets helped. If she wasn't warm, and she never felt as though she'd be warm again, at least the blankets made her feel less like she was about to die.

Fantastic... she thought, thinking about how the day had turned out. If Kairen could see her now, he would have a field day. That was not to mention the unholy hell her stepmother would raise if she found out that Avela had jumped through a hole in the ice fully dressed and wearing ice skates. Sabina Sallis might disapprove of Avela on general principle, but she could somehow still be an irritating mother hen. And in front of Gomer and all of these children too.

Still, at least Aster was okay. That was the most important thing. That Aster was okay.

Numbly, Avela tugged off her gloves, grunting in frustration when her numb fingers decided not to obey her. They weren't doing her much good as they were, and neither were her skates, although her numb fingers certainly weren't up to the task of removing them. Thankfully, a boy ran forward to help her--the same boy who had laughed at her earlier. He was looking at her with wide eyes, and he wasn't laughing now. She would have felt triumph over that if she wasn't so damn cold. Another child brought her boots, and that...

Well, that was lovely.

Avela was still lacing up her boots with clumsy fingers when Aster approached, relishing the feeling of having feet that were dry. At the Ethaefal's question, she looked up, searching for words. "I'm alright," she said, "C-Cold but alright." Her face flushed as Aster said that Avela saved her life, although at least that she could blame on the cold.

"I didn't do anything," she said. "I could barely stay afloat, I just...I didn't want to see you drown..."

Without Gomer, though, she wouldn't have made it out alive. She looked over for him, but found him surrounded by children. Avela felt a smile come to her lips as she reached for Aster's hand, letting the other woman help her to her feet.

"Come on..." she said, taking the blanket with her. "Let's see if we can find the Mercy." Hopefully she could manage to keep this little escapade secret from her family.

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by **Madeira Dusk** on March 3rd, 2018, 3:18 am

Grades Awarded!

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Avela

Skills

Planning: 1xp
Skating: 4xp
Socialization: 5xp
Observation: 5xp
Flirting: 1xp
Logic: 2xp
Swimming: 2xp
Endurance: 2xp

Lores

Lore of determination
Aster: an Ethaefal
Skating: proper posture

Awards & Retribution

Notes
I see that anime reference, you nerd.

Well, I was all geared up for some fluffy ice skating and then Aster almost drowns and Avela becomes a hero! That was a nice read. Enjoy your grade. :nod:

Asterope

Skills

Observation: 5xp
Skating: 3xp
Socialization: 2xp
Caretaking: 2xp
Leadership: 3xp
Teaching: 1xp
Persuasion: 2xp
Swimming: 2xp
Endurance: 2xp

Lores

Caretaking: the use of empathy
Avela: a Konti
Skating: proper posture
Konti: able to breath underwater

Awards & Retribution
Ice skates: -1gm, 5sm

Notes
I'm getting serious mom vibes from Aster. She's so gentle and encouraging. Hopefully this mishap wont dampen her spirit!

She's also turning out to be quite the leader. I'd be interested to see where that leads her.