Mirri
Female
23
April 29
Galar
Homosexual
Officer
Cadet
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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Mireille Wynter
of damsels and knights
POSTED ON Apr 29, 2024 20:22:25 GMT
Mirri sighed. She liked manors like this one, in principle. They did remind her of home, after all. Of Galarian castles, of wide fortifications one could take a stroll on during the night to clear one’s head. Those had always been her refuge, alongside the hidden little crannies and even secret passages where she could easily withdraw to whenever social pressure became too much. She missed these days, even though by now she was an adult. The option was always there to just, well, leave. At any time, she could go if she did not feel it. But that had the opposite effect. As a child, she’d had to be there. She couldn’t just leave, but only had to stay as long as necessary. Now as an adult? It was her call to make. And it was so difficult. Even when she was just pretending to drink and participate in a conversation that went well above her head. It was just…difficult. Somehow, she had managed to slip out tonight, only a little bit intoxicated but still feeling way too warm. Hence, she had come outside, walking across one of the bigger balconies in lieu to having a proper palisade to use. It felt reassuring, in a way. The cold air was refreshing and she could focus on sounds of nature instead of needing to listen to any conversation. Just having those moments to herself saw her smile to herself. Until she noticed motion from the corner of her eyes. It was difficult to make out, but she was a trained knight. One that was awkward around people, yes, but she knew to act first on a hunch like that. Hence, she called out her Corviknight into a mid-air position and got onto it right away. Wasting no time, the two of them dove the relatively short distance swiftly, almost naturally flying right into the path of the cacturne, metallic wings ready to intercept needles potentially being shot at the other – and protecting its rider in the process as well. “Are you alright, lady?” The latter called out to the other without looking, her eyes fixated on the dark type. Fenelle Miller
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