this is Salem, a land filled with magic and maladies. It is a place where witches and their elemental familiars gather, a home to legend and
lore that predates time itself. Yet of all the wicked and wonderful stories the past can tell us of, the most magical are the ones yet to happen.
This is Salem - this is the start of your very own journey. Welcome to starfall
Starfall is an animaga witch roleplay set in mostly modern times. Members play as witches in a world plagued by monsters, where the only safe spots are walled cities. Starfall strives to be a character-driven roleplay with expansive lore and a highly interactive plotline. We want to allow members to
create and look back on a magical journey, and mold the site and its plot as their characters grow.
The Helios Library was certainly... unique. Rather, it took more than a little bit of effort to actually remember what was where, what moved where, and an endless assortment of maps forming the various movements caused by said library. In other words- it was a pain. Thankfully for Morgana it was almost a second home by now, mainly for the fact that whenever she came she got so lost and stuck deep inside that there were days when she would- er... camp out. Completely legal. Yes. It's not like she was lighting books on fire to roast marshmallows and it's not like anyone had said anything thus far so everything had to be okay. Right? Right?!
Well whatever reasons were held in the past the woman was now there for a rather rare reason. Said reason currently being clutched onto like a fish in an eagle's claws, lavender eyes practically sparkling with her own determination and odd excitement. Probably not what her victim wanted nor was looking forward to but those were small details. Insignificant. This was a time for science! Er, religious science? Tick for tack? Some weird saying made by the modern populace that the purplette couldn't quite think of at that moment. Her brain was too occupied with the mountains of old tomes from history among other things to really care for the correct description of what was most likely a comical scene. This was all thanks to their superiors really. 'Go do something with that', 'make it learn something', 'get it away from the benches'- were the main complaints and reasoning Morgana got from their superiors. She... didn't really ask questions.
With her hand still clamped on like a shut-up shellfish, Morgana scoured the endless labyrinths; Noi glided gracefully above them without hardly ever perching unless they stopped for more than five seconds exact. "Chronicles of history... famous figures... known sages...-" The mumbled list was going to continue for a long while with more sections passed. Come to think of it, did Morgana even explain why they were there?
...
She couldn't remember. Oh well. It should be obvious by now right? Explanations are for ten-year-olds anyway. Who needed those things. Yeah. 'You shouldn't assume m'lady, not everyone is as bright as you may wish them to be.' Noi's message echoed through her mind, shaken off with an idle wave toward the copper owl. He made no mention toward the motion, only giving a subtle hint of shrug through a flapping of his wings. Come to think of it, between the scent of paper, the near deafening sound of wooden floor echoes; it would have been best if Morgana actually talked to the other behind her right..? She'd done that already right? Did she? 'No you have not.' Came the unwanted answer as prompt as ever. Whoops, well; she'll get on that. Later. Probably. Yeah, when books were found. That sounded good.
Another day, another dollar spent on doing... not much at all. Actually, there hadn't much money spent today, thanks to a wave of sound and a steel grip yanking Lily from her blanket burrito and into the sunlight. Then into a building. Into that lovely smell that only books can make.
Strangely absent was the usual warm cinnamon smell of Cookie. Though, once enough power was routed to Lily's ability to brain goodly, she noticed Noi. Ah. No wonder her familiar had booked it out of this realm of existence. And that's why she felt safe to be so unceremoniously dragged about without much rhyme or reason. Really, who else did it? Not many.
For all the charcoal bread and loud loudness that came from the other summoner, for all the possum bites and owl screeching, Lily definitely held a feeling of friendship for Morgana. Friendship in her own lethargic way. Friendship that involved suddenly waking up in a completely different building with no real conversation?
"Mmrr, what's on the menu today Morg?" Lily said with a yawn, free hand brushing some hair into place (it fell right back over her face right away)., wiping a lil sleep from her eyes. Brain was trying to brain, but not braining goodly enough, she had a few more minutes of waking up to do.
The insistent knowledge of 'socializing is key' prodded the witch's mind till she finally relented, mostly thanks to the questions finally asked by her drag-along companion. Morgana slowed her pace, almost methodically; still clutching onto the vixen-eared knight as she turned to face her. There was a look of determination still glowing in those eyes of her's, the near-opposite of the sleepy eyes gazing back at her. Firmly, the woman made to reinforce the hand of which she'd refused to let go of thus far. Delicately the purplette brought it up with that sense of companionship she could only muster when not faced with intense eyes, "Man is on the menu." Wait, did that sound right? Too bad, it going to have to now. Noi's snickering was not helping though...
Ignoring the brainy bird, the purplette's eyes shot up to the triangles atop her kinship-companion's head. Shamelessly, her hands finally freed the other; fingers unable to resist those fuzzy, cute little things... Wait, things to do, places to be! The urgency popped into her head like the words of their superiors but... it still didn't stop the witch from rubbing and petting the fox-traits, still as shamelessly as ever- the previous day's opossum bites still visible on her fingers proved to be useless reminders. At least she held a relatively 'serious' face, no that blush was not from childish excitement and awing Morgana was currently shaking with. She could rub her face on those ri-
No, no, no- focus now. "Better explanation, I'm going to help you find a good man. Or woman. Better than being thrown in a cave by the superiors, right? They wanted to do that y'know, for ignoring your stuff so much. Don't know what they meant by that." She'd explained, fingers still molesting those ears despite her owl's mental headshake.
It didn't take much more distance for her to find the flower-fox still half-muddled (though her distance had grown oddly more close to the lass). "Hm... Should have stopped at a cafe` or something first." Morgana mumbled to herself, forcing her hands away from those ever-tempting triangles fix at the other's features. Was this immodest? Who knew, Morgana was purely in her innocent 'calculation' mode; smoothing down hair over here, fixing other strands over there... Were they even close enough for this? Again, who knew- but the messiness was bringing out the witch's OCD. She needed to fix this, probably should have done this back when Lily was still at least half-a-burrito... Oh well, better late than never. She'd stop, maybe; if prodded away or told to. Maybe.
