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.
“Yes, we are glad you understand this Belly.” Her Royal Highness spoke, paws together fluff poised. She didn’t move once the nile monitor got closer. “We didn’t give permission but a request.” There’s a delay in her next words as she deliberates on what to say to him. He seemed amusing enough conversation however, which made her willing to keep the conversation going. “This way we can hear you better.” And there wouldn’t be any climbing on his witch which Belly had made no move for, but he didn’t want the other familiar disheveling an already gritty appearance her witch carried. “Was there something you were curious about?”
“You’re most welcome. We love to help where we can.” An excuse to eavesdrop anyway. Libraries could be chock full of secrets. At least, that’s the mood he got. After all, there was only whispers inside a museum during working hours. Noble hadn’t bothered to keep his voice low in the echoing building when it was only him and Aine around. He finally frowned as he began setting piles neatly on his cart and ducking down to pull out the books left underneath. “Ah, that is a shame. We thought it standard.” Jester’s Den had a wonderful selection in their café. It was a shame he wouldn’t be able to see all the competing coven’s variations.
“Good, we’re already feeling a little peckish.” And if there was a snack machine anywhere in this building it was about to get broken into without remorse. With another few consecutive thuds, Noble began wheeling his very loudly squeaking cart towards the shelves looking around for the right set of letters before he shove booked back into their proper places. “Do you usually take on librarian work Aine? You are a witch for hire correct?” Noble was one. He could have a steady, working job, but he found so much more joy in scrambling every day to a new place of employment, a new kind of task to accomplish. They were still easy enough that they usually took only a day to really get through. Unlike this library but that was still relatively easy.
belly was a rough lizard. he couldn't understand this rabbit's demeanor. "i made a request first." he says, his voice slow and questioning. what was she really a queen? not to be requested off but to only give the requests? "you don't get any bigger than that?" his tail lashes. he liked it better when it was just aine. still, his witch was socializing so it seemed only natural for him to mirror her. Her Royal Highness could probably teach him a thing or two.
there is something romantic about old paper and broken spines. aine runs her fingers over each book she sorts. the faded gold of titles and torn book jackets. many were well loved, others seeming to have never been read at all. "oh i wish." she responds offhandedly. "if you want, after this we can go get food. i havent eaten in a while and belly is always hungry." aine does not mean to extend her time with noble. she is only trying to be helpful.
perhaps some found it hard to believe from her standoffish nature but aine was a performer. there was debate about how much of a "career" that was though. she smiles, genuinely. "oh noble, im a dancer." she's proud of her career. magic was secondary. the witch hoped to master illusions only to boost her act. "i do work like this to pass the time mostly... when im not busy otherwise." a busy body kept a busy mind at bay after all.
“We thought this table would be more comfortable.” Her Royal Highness countered calmly. Her nose seemed to twitch a little sniffing at the air, ears moving slightly as she detected other sound from afar before moving her focus back to Belly. “This is big enough for us.” The black cottonball explained before slowly opening her red eyes to look over the nile monitor. “What about you? Are you fully grown or suppressed by this city’s magic?” she asked.
“Mmm…how disappointing.” He said easily before nodding a little too quickly for a stranger. “We would like that. It’s hard for us to get around without help at the moment.” They were pretty new to city life after all. Usually they could ask someone from their coven to take them somewhere or help them with directions. Sometimes it came down to using his divination skills to try to find his way. A lot of the times, however, it was just a lot of luck he got anywhere at all on time.
At the revelation Noble seemed to key in it, brimming with curiosity. As he carefully slid groups of book into place he continued his questions. “Really? Where do you perform usually?” He didn’t know anyone with an artistic career. Most people he knew he figured were more like errand boys, career criminals. Not a lot of love for the arts as far as he knew. “We’ve never met a dancer before.”
he bobs his head in response. belly enjoys this chair. the soft fabric is cool against his scales. even now the lizard is large, but no where near his full size. he fills the seat as much as it can be filled. its inconvenient to drag so much weight around with no purpose. "im bigger than this." belly stares at her saying nothing for a few moments. "you're not worried being so small is bad?" did this bunny have powerful magic that made up for her size? it seemed so easy for say, a book to fall on her, and then she'd be no more.
lining up the books and filling the empty shelf space is deeply satisfying. there's something about repetition... doing the same motion so many times that your body is lost in it. this same feeling controls the way aine's body moves like a puppet on strings in rehearsal. in this short amount of time, thanks to noble, they'd gotten much more done than she would have alone.
"how long have you been here?" aine remembers her arrival in sundial city. it was unnoticeable. she arrived at twilight, before nightfall. the city was a maze to her. now, she felt like she could close her eyes and still get anywhere she needed to. it would take time, but noble would surely learn it the same.
her smile in a slice of moonlight. she beams, uncharacteristically proud. "oh, well now you have." aine had been performing for years. it was only recently however that she'd been garnering a name for herself outside of her company. she enjoyed group performances but they didn't thrill her the same way solo work did. being able to create your own choreography was something special. "it depends. there a few places i perform at regularly. you should come sometime." aine had been practicing her illusion magic regularly, hoping to give the audience something they hadn't seen before.
Her Royal highness blinked slowly before resting her chin on her primly set paws. “Are you a big as your witch then? Or...perhaps even bigger?” the little rabbit asked, more curious than concerned. “We are not.” She said simply. “We exist as the perfect size in the perfect form. It is so.” She explained though not defensively. For royalty such as herself, there was no need to wish to change herself. She was sculpted by the gods, given form to a witch overflowing with potential. Should her form change one day would be by will of the gods, the only ones in this world that could alter perfection to something even more glorious.
While the monotony helped him focus, Noble felt more bored by the work than anything. He much preferred to carry on conversations with his familiar or whoever was nearby than sit in silence. He had sat in deafening silence his entire life and now he was tired of it. So, the more Aine responds the livelier he seemed, expertly sliding books into corners like it was nothing. There’s always a soft, satisfying thunk as the book hits the edge of the shelves sometimes too. The boy scrunched up his face together in thought. “Five days.” He explained. Two of those he had spent sleeping, eating, and being babysat as one or two people tried to gather him something suitable and inconspicuous to wear. No, more freezing linen robes and sandals for him.
“We’ve only explored while moving from job to job.” And considering most of it had been him and Her Royal Highness wandering lost, they hadn’t retained much information on how to navigate such a large city. Frankly, some of that time had been spent curled up in alleyways waiting for time to pass so crows would lighten. He liked the noise, but not the claustrophobia that being in a crowd gave him. He didn’t like being squished either. Smaller groups were preferred as he liked being near people. “If it’s different places, that’s a greater chance of us finding one of them.” He returned with a grin. “We tend to wander a lot after getting lost. “What is the hardest thing to do as a dancer?” He couldn’t even imagine performing. He’d read about performances but to see one? Never. “What’s yours like?” he asked not completing his thought.
Post by Aine La Havas on Apr 21, 2020 22:15:50 GMT
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his arrogance is a quiet one. the lizard is big and powerful, proving his importance is something he rarely felt the need to do. yet this bit of fluff was putting him on edge. was it her cool demeanor and lack of expression? "im much bigger than this." belly huffs as well as a reptile can huff. "perfect? what can you do ... even your legs are so small." he's suspicious of this rabbit,
aine is shocked. five days? and noble had ended up in this library ... that was impressive in its own way. aine can barely remember her first month away from home. it was a blur. a new beginning was like falling until you learned to catch something. "oh. you're like a baby then. how'd you come to find the library?" she asks. was noble already a part of a coven here in the city? that would of been awful fast moving.
"well my feet hurt a lot." the witch says with a bit of a chuckle. dancing kept aine under constant pressure. though this was no different from the rest of her life. she was her own bringer of doom. her father's voice had bore into her brain and she'd yet to get it out. it was painful to be anything short of perfect. "you have to be very strict with yourself." she adds to be a bit more personal. not that routine and discipline were difficulties for her.
talking about her routine is making her feel more vulnerable than she expected. aine did not talk much about her feelings. they were better expressed in other ways. "i've been working very hard lately to add more illusion to it." she explains. her dreams of being a star, adored by many seemed so far out of grasp. "so its a little under construction. when im done tweaking everything it'll be dazzling." she says with a wistful smile.
“Ah, we understand.” The black rabbit murmured, ear twitching in Belly’s direction. “It must be inconvenient to be so constrained in the city.” She added, attempting to sympathize with the much larger familiar. “We can do much to guide our other half…our power grows every day we are conscious.” The cottonball went on to explain still gentle, still overflowing with unwarranted confidence that only nobility carried. Still they felt that urge to stretch. Noble’s development had only begun, and she had no doubt he would continue to flex his magical might growing and sculpting his power to protect himself from ever feeling pain ever again. Happiness was a goal he could strive for and look forward to.
Noble nodded along before answering, “Someone recommended we come here to make food money.” He explained. A coven mate had shoved the mission into his hands after explaining to him how exactly, witches in covens made money. Though not under his coven’s real name, but something smaller, less popular without too much documentation. As he had not many other skills, and little magical ability, this had seemed easy enough while he grew his knowledge of the city. “They said this would be a good start, and that if we needed more, they’d keep an eye out for more work.” He added. Most would be stressed under these circumstances, but while his coven was secretive, they at least had somewhere he could lay his head to rest if he really needed help.
“Of course,” the diviner offered with a small nod as he gently kicked aside an emptied box. He seemed to slow down a bit as he traced the spines of books he was putting away, eager to skim over colorful titles. He could sympathize with self-discipline, though he rarely exhibited any himself nowadays. He perked up a bit before adding on, “An illusionist, yes? How fitting.” Not that he knew from personal experience, but a performer with illusion was bound to make something breathtaking. “We look forward to seeing it.” He gathered the cart, reaching over absentmindedly before realizing he’s finished the top and bent over to grab at tomes stuck messily on the bottom. It wasn’t too much. He was making progress a little faster than he’d anticipated but then again, the work wasn’t meant to be difficult. It was simply overwhelming. “Why did you start dancing?”
