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.
Post by Rowan Ashworth on May 17, 2017 19:28:05 GMT
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The library - one of the only places for respite, and one he genuinely loves to the core. Books have always been a passion of Rowan's, and he just loves the place - the feel of pages in his hands, the smell of musty and new books, the quiet, the lack of dust (hey, he doesn't like to sneeze).[break][break] Rowan gathers some books off the shelves, some related to magical theory, others pure fantasy, meant to stretch the imagination. He means to study first, because studying is one of the few things he's good at, then let his mind relax as he delves into his novel. But first - magical theory.[break][break] Taking out his parchment and quill, he lays out his things in a neat order on the desk, his books piled to one side before he takes the one on top and flips it open. Rowan's always interested in learning, and there's a tranquil atmosphere to him as he reads. Studying's been one way to escape the family's clutches, mainly because it allows him to be at the library and also because it allows him time to be alone and away from their nagging. He sighs happily as he wraps his mind around a theory, jotting down the important details about it. The university exam is coming up, and he needs to do well. He's sure he'll be fine, but the worry still remains. [break][break] It doesn't take too long before Rowan diligently completes the questions at the back. He reaches to grab the next book, except - it's not there. His brow furrows. Surely it was in the stack. He recalls placing it in his arms...[break][break] He notices a dark-haired female munching on a snack. His book is within the grasp of her delicate fingers. Rowan blinks, a little surprised, before he gives a small cough to get her attention. "Miss...? T-that's my book you've got there..." he says quietly, trailing off at the end. He doesn't want to cause trouble, and he's keeping his voice to a whisper, but since when could you eat in the library? He's slightly annoyed at that - the chewing sound is disorienting and out of place. And food could get on the books, and that was no way to treat them.
Armed with her arsenal of sugar and her go-getter attitude, Larka was more than ready to start her studying at the library. She had neatly and securely placed everything inside a small rucksack, pens and leather bound diaries she often used to keep her notes inside. As the library was always in such a constant state of cold, she grabbed her black cloak, securing it at the base of the neck, not bothering to put her hood up. It wasn't raining, if anything, it was quite the pleasant day outside. Some would probably find it unfortunate for Larka to be spending the majority of the day inside the library, although to Larka being surrounding by books was such a treat, she preferred it to being outside and possibly getting sunburned. [break] Making her way to the grand building she began to develop her study plan. What was she lacking in? What skills were behind compared to the rest? There was always so much to learn and to experience, there was never an end to any sort of subject. It was daunting, thinking of all the books she had yet to read, all the ones that were being written at this very moment and may someday end up in her hand for her mind to devour. She may have been a fast reader but Larka knew that she would never even get the chance to read all the books inside the single library in Sundial, nevertheless some library outside the city. The thought nearly brought a sense of warm fuzziness to her heart: knowledge was absolute, wasn't it? The truth path to conquering all was with holing up in a library with a bunch of snacks. She was on the right path to being the greatest high priestess of all time, right? [break] By the time Larka had entered the library, she had figured that the best thing for her to do was to dabble a bit in magical theory, after all what better way to truly embrace the concept of knowledge and where it came from through delving deep into the theories that help shape it? The only issue was that she had perhaps read a book or two on the subject, and while she was sufficient with philosophy, the array of theories often became a bit overwhelming. Already she felt slightly anxious, walking down past the plethora of bookshelves, glancing at what each shelf's concept was before moving on. Actually, where were the books on magical theory? Larka now found herself in an area that was designed for studying. Desks were neatly positioned on one side while the other half of the room held large, grandiose oak tables and matching chairs, suitable for studying in a group. This part of the library wasn't densely populated just yet, due to the time of day, the fledgling witch concluded before pivoting on her heel to walk back down where she came from, determined to find the proper books she needed. [break] Contrary to her looks and demeanor, which held such a stoic overtone, Larka pulled out her first package of snacks. All this searching without fruition was getting her hungry, and a bit nervous. Was she blind? She had been to this library so many times, heck it was her second home! Why, for the love of Zeus' beard, could she not find the section where all these books should be? Was magical theory just something her imagination came up with? No, it couldn't be that, she knew this subject existed. Unwrapping the white paper bag, she pulled out long, inch-thick biscuits that carried the nutty smell of baked almonds. Biting into one, she felt her stress deplete a bit, walking back to where the desks were situated, figuring that maybe she should study something else today. [break] It was when she was walking towards a lone desk, figuring that she ought to claim it as her own by placing her rucksack down on the tabletop- something her familiar would most definitely scold her for, that a certain title caught her eye. Defensive Magical Theory, well, that sure sounded like what Larka would need to read. It would be good to understand defense spells and after all, it was the first book she had found in her thirty minutes here that was even remotely close to what she wanted. Without much thought, she picked up the book, leaning on a desk parallel to where the book was and opened it up, all the while nibbling and munching on the biscuit. She had just gotten through the first chapter, the most useless of all chapters for it only outlined what one would get from reading the book, before a voice broke her out of her focus. Her violet eyes tore themselves from the words on the page and looked ahead to see a young man looking at her. Oh. It was his book? [break] "Yes, well, that it is," Larka replied, suddenly overcome with slight embarrassment. Oh, gosh, he caught her eating. With a slight pout, she deftly put her snack away, or well, at least placed the nearly eaten biscuit back into the bag and rolled it up, clenching it tightly in her hand. With a defiant tilt of her chin upwards, she closed the book and handed it back to the whispering boy. Her voice was low, but most definitely not a whisper. "Where did you find it? Or any of those books?" She inquired as she noticed his other titles, her eyes widening at the prospect of him striking gold. "I've been searching for a good half hour now and no luck." A slight huff, her lips twinging down into a frown. Oh how Larka Ulrika hated admitting weakness, asking for help. But if it had to be done then so be it. As if to try and not seem so helpless, she placed her free hand on her hip, hoping if anything that it made her seem like less of an idiot and someone who did not care what anyone else thought, despite the fact that she had lowered her voice to a whisper to match that of the man in front of her.
Post by Rowan Ashworth on May 17, 2017 21:37:18 GMT
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Rowan blinks at her simple and straightforward admission. It's not so often he gets a simple answer, much less one that admits a wrongdoing. Being in such a prestigious family, he more often sees those who want to curry favor, get to know him, become a close friend. Not so much so because he's the black sheep - his sister is the one with suitors vying for her from every corner of Salem - but he's still an Ashworth. A failure of one, perhaps, but still an Ashworth. [break][break] He watches as she puts away her snack - thank goodness - before handing him his book, which he takes in his palms gratefully. Rowan places carefully in front of his papers, ensuring everything is neat and together. He double checks the pages quickly, hoping there's not food stuck to it. He brushes off a small stray crumb before settling down to go back to his own business.[break][break] Except...[break][break] He sighs, taking in her question thoughtfully and glancing at his books before giving her a response. "In the magical theory section," he says, stating the obvious. His ears redden as he realizes his mistake. "Third bookshelf from the back, fifth row," he amends. He hesitates for a second before raising his gaze to meet her in the eye once more. "I could show you, if you'd like."[break][break] It'd take up some of his valuable study time, perhaps, but it also wasn't like his family enforced a strict curfew. So long as his reason was to "study more" and not to fool around, he'd be fine.
Larka watches him with mild interest, moreso because there wasn't much better to do than to watch him. Specifically, it was the fact that he seemed to check every page she had touched, and for a moment she wasn't sure if he was a pervert of some kind or just anal about books being touched. Once he did swipe at a miniscule crumb, something that embarrassed Larka so much to the extent that she got visibly angry and had to look away, glaring at the floor for him finding out about her messy snack eating. So he was just anal about clean books, right. His sigh only caused her to cross her arms over her chest, and then... was that his answer? In the magical theory section? Oh, how helpful! He had to be mocking her, for what other reason could one have if they gave a reply such as that? Well, it was a bit helpful in a sense. At least Larka did know now that such a section existed, although it wouldn't make her search much easier. Her anger was simmering quietly within her, but her facial expression told all about how she was feeling. Her narrowed eyes and the slight twitch of her eyebrow were universal telltale signs of irritation.[break] [[break]She was about to storm off and probably mutter some sort of insult to him, but he added another tidbit. For a brief moment her gaze softened, inwardly debating if perhaps his first answer was just a slip up. She supposed she was bothering him after all, and she had stolen his book just a minute ago. With a frown at her behavior, Larka concluded that she would have answered in the same way, he most likely wanted her out of his hair. It's not like she had made some grand impression, he probably found her to be quite the dolt. Larka gave him a hard look, eyeing the lad with as much curiosity as a bird eyeing something shiny. He seemed to be all over the place, she had taken him for a shy thing but then he had flipped that impression over with something Larka could only describe as rude, and then had gone from that to polite. His offer would've been tempting, but she wasn't about to take his help. Nope, she could handle this herself. Holding up a hand, she waved him offer, producing a prim smile, something society would find acceptable.[break][break] "Oh, no, I've taken up your time long enough. Thank you." Larka said, her words sincere for the most part. She turned away from him, heading back to the book shelves. Let's see, so it was the fifth bookshelf from the back on the third row? Or was it the third from the back, fifth row? Or, by row, did he mean the row on the shelf itself, or the row that the bookshelf was in? And what order was the row in? Was it from left to right or right to left? Or, was she now thinking of columns? She paused, lost among the books. Directions of any sort never worked, she was always, always getting lost. It was her greatest weakness, what witch got lost as much as she? She despised her sense of direction, how everything constantly seemed like a maze, and a library this grand only made her feel like she was stuck in a labyrinth. [break][break]She didn't want to, but Larka had to. Or did she really? Maybe she should just choose a different subject to study. For five minutes she stood there, fighting with herself, making a mental pros and con sheet. Oh, the embarrassment. She would seem incompetent! Larka frowned as she fidgeted, bouncing from one foot to the other before taking a deep breath, swallowing her pride. Not as confident as before, she made her way back to the man, standing behind him for a moment. She could just walk away right now and pick up any old book on spells, forget such a thing ever happened. Holding her breath, a soft hand reached out, a single delicate finger tapping his shoulder. "Um," Larka began, her gaze cast down to her feet, hiding the pale roses blooming on her cheeks. "Actually, if you showed me where it is I'd really appreciate it, sir."
Post by Rowan Ashworth on May 17, 2017 23:30:38 GMT
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She doesn't look happy and the anger on her face is enough to make Rowan cringe. He's glad it abates slightly at his offer to show her where the shelves are, but he can still remember the annoyance written on her features, plain as day.[break][break] He's not sure how to fix it, other than have her accept his offer. He waits for her response expectantly, though his gaze shies away from her stony one. He's nervous, and he can feel the energy between them, tight and almost ready to snap. He doesn't want a confrontation, he's never wanted confrontation. He just hopes everything will work out...[break][break] Rowan blinks in surprise. She's...turned down his offer. He supposes he shouldn't be surprise, but it's been quite some time since someone has told him "no". It takes him a moment to register her words before he gives her a relieved nod and turns back to his work. However, his thoughts linger on her as he tries to focus. He hopes she can find it and that his instructions were clear enough. Belatedly, he realizes that the back of the library is also subjective - the place is so large, it can be hard to find anything in here save the bookshelves. And all he'd said was 'fifth row' - fifth row from where? The front? The back? He nibbles on his bottom lip, nervous once more that his instructions were far too vague.[break][break] He manages to jot down another couple sentences focusing on the creators of magical theory before his attention is interrupted again by the dark-haired female. She's not focusing on him, but that's just fine with Rowan - he's not sure if she's come back to scold him or to bully him or something else. He half expects a rebuke, but he's surprised once more when she asks him to show her the section.[break][break] If anything, the fact that she's calling him 'sir' is downright disconcerting. He hates being called such, and though he's used to it, she doesn't look younger than him. And she's someone he's just met - there's no need for her to call him 'sir'. He stands quickly, quickly placing the quill so ink doesn't drop on the parchment. "Of - Of course," he stammers, quickly gathering his robes and pushing aside his seat. He's flustered, and it shows. "Please, don't call me sir," he asks, his voice a low whisper. But it holds in it the pleaded demand, and he can tell that his voice is strained. He doesn't want to be called sir by people he's just met. He doesn't want to lord anything over them. He just wants to be equals...[break][break] Or does she know? Does she know he's an Ashworth? Perhaps that's the reason for the change in attitude, for the added 'sir', for the lowered gaze... He glances around, worried. Has someone told her this? And if so, who? Is his family watching him, even now, in the one place he believes to have sanctuary?[break][break] Troubled, he quickly steps towards the back of the library, the wall facing opposite to the door. "Um, it's this way," he says quietly. He counts the bookshelves, checking the dewey decimal system inscribed on the sides of the shelves until he comes to the right one, then enters into the darkness cast by the shadows of the bookshelves.[break][break] He passes two shelves before he taps on the third with a forefinger. "Here," he says, his fingers brushing over the spine of a book. He can feel the ridges of the gold-embossed text, and he glances back at the woman. "Um...do you have any particular books you're looking for?" Perhaps it will be able to abate her anger somewhat, and to fix his previous mishap.
Larka brought her hands up to her chest, her fidgeting with her hands as she threaded her fingers through each other, trying to ignore her insecurities. What made it so hard to ask someone for help? With a teacher it never really bothered her unless she felt like it was a stupid question or a topic she should understand. Yet she was overwhelmed with such shame, as if she were above such an action. Perhaps it was because this man was a stranger and asking him for help made her feel vulnerable. She held her breath, waiting for his answer. He had offered before but she had declined the first time. Now she seemed like a fool, crawling back and begging for help. It put her in a situation which she had not really found herself in before. The unfamiliarity of it put a strain on her ego, which was why she felt so embarrassed. She didn't know many here in Sundial, being so new, and most definitely couldn't name anyone as a friend. It often left her feeling like a small child who had to relearn all these rules again, but this time without any sort of guidance. Although, she did have her familiar who seemed to pick up things much quicker than her. [break] [break] When she gets her answer, thankfully it was positive rather than negative, she exhales the breath she had been holding, her hands holding each other while perched on her chest. His stammering actually put her at ease, it made her feel less nervous, less beneath him. He had a chance to be cruel, after all, he had every right to deny her, or he could've replied with something snarky. Although, at his request to not be called sir, Larka could only nod. She had meant it in a polite way, after all, she was asking him for help once more. She didn't really know what she could call him other than stranger. Maybe it seemed rude? Women hated to be referred to as older, so perhaps the same thing went for him? [break][break] "Of course," Larka replied smoothly, following behind him, keeping up with his pace. "You can give me your name then, or else next time I'll be calling you bookworm." Her tone was light, showcasing that it was just a joke. Regardless, it did prod him to give her his name, and Larka wanted it to thank him properly. Not only was he doing her a favor but he was being kind while doing it. She didn't feel any sort of illwill from him, his shy nervousness soon becoming a comfort to her. Lately she had felt constantly exposed, especially in the depths of silvertongue. It was as if someone had cut her open to allow any pair of gaze to gaze upon her mess of organs, to see her fears and weakness. There was no one behind her, no one to sew the flaps of skin back up. Not unless she went back home, to her parent's loving arms. But that was akin to giving up, and Larka was not about to do something as stupid as that. [break][break] When they came to the specific spot, Larka's face brightened, her violet eyes twinkling with delight as her plush lips formed upwards into a dainty smile. There were quite a few books here, and Larka looked over at the empty spaces, most likely from the man beside taking those books off the shelf. The gaps were comforting to look at, made this task of studying something she barely knew a little less daunting. She turned her gaze from the books to him, pursing her lips slightly as she thought for a moment, tapping her chin. "What... would you suggest... to someone who is a beginner?" Once again that embarrassed flush came upon her pale skin, and Larka fidgeted, looking down as she clutched at the gold ribbon of her cloak, playing with it in an almost childlike fashion. She had just admitted she knew little on the subject, had even gone as far as to call herself a beginner. This was not her proudest moment, but it was also not her worst. At least Rowan was humble enough.
Post by Rowan Ashworth on May 18, 2017 19:11:51 GMT
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Rowan's glad for her joke as he walks. It eases the tense atmosphere that had built up between them after their poor first encounter. "I'm Rowan," he says, a soft smile on his lips. He hesitates a second before continuing as per etiquette calls: "And your name?"[break][break] His posture eases, his shoulders no longer as tense as before. His robes brush against the ground a little and he straightens subconsciously, stretching slightly as he realizes he's been slouching for a long time. It doesn't take him long to return to his slouch, though - it's the most comfortable position for him, and he gets told off enough times at the manor to straighten his back.[break][break] Now as to her question...[break][break] His hand slides over the tomes, and he mumbles the names under his breath as he searches for several which he's found personally endearing and informative. Though he has some of those on his desk, he left several on the shelves, and he searches for those now. [break][break] "Here," he says, pulling out a thin volume and handing it to the woman. This is one of his favorites, written in a witty style and though it does seem to exaggerate in opinion, he finds it an amusing read, all the moreso since it's also academic in nature. Perhaps it's not technically an academic read, but it has a lot of information tucked into its pages. "This one is a personal favorite of mine," he admits as his eyes scan the shelves for another book. His violet gaze spots another gold-embossed cover and he slips it off the shelf. [break][break] He takes a second to ascertain the book is indeed the one he's looking for, then stretches out the tome to her. "This is another good read, though the author tends to ramble on other tangents." Rowan looks for one more book, grabs it, and places it in the dark-haired woman's arms. "This one is pure information."[break][break] He doesn't know why he's explaining each one to her, save purely because it helps him mentally note down which books are helpful for study and which are better for recreational reading. He hesitates after he's given her the three books, then shuffles his feet.[break][break] "I-if you need help, or want to use any of the books I have out, feel free to ask," he offers.[break][break] notes: lolol anyway larka is great i love her
It was a good thing after all then that she asked for his name. Larka was oblivious to the fact of Rowan fearing her anger, to her she always felt that she hid her emotions so well. It was ironic, her face expressed what she thought whether she knew it or not, she had yet to accept the fact fully that she was an open book when it came to her facial expressions. As of right now, she was perfectly content, someone who was quick to forgive and forget these little mishaps. It never took much to make it up to her, just like how it didn't take much to set her ablaze. Although most negative emotions were internalized and she rarely raised her voice at anyone. Usually. [break] "Rowan," She mused, wondering if by saying it aloud she'd recognize it from somewhere. She didn't, a figured he must not be in her coven at all. Then which one could he be in? She studied his profile for a moment, thinking hard about what coven he would probably fit in. In all actuality he could definitely be in silvertongue, she had yet to truly meet anyone from there, but she was sure she would at least remember his face. Then again, he was so quiet, it wouldn't be hard to overlook him. "Oh, it's Larka, nice to meet you." There was no need to give a last name when your name meant nothing, even if it would be more polite to do so. Although, he didn't give her his so she felt justified in doing the same. Larka watched him as he selected the books, holding out her hands eagerly like a child on Christmas day. His summaries were endearing, and she appreciated them. It gave her insight on what to read, and what to save for last. Once he had placed all three books into her welcoming arms, she nods her head in a brief reply, letting him know that she is listening before pulling the book on the bottom, his personal favorite to examine it quickly. She first takes a look at the cover, noting how it was lighter than the other two, but that doesn't worry about it being less informative. Quality over quantity was essential, and she had had her fair share of "quick reads" that taught her more than some who had a dozen hundred pages. [break] "Thank you," Larka murmured out to him, delight still written all over her face. She perked up even more though at his offer for further help and even moreso at him letting her look over his own set of books that he had picked out. She didn't plan on stealing his books again, but she felt the sentiment of it. He was kind, he most definitely wasn't from silvertongue. Or he could be but she could only imagine him being eaten alive there, to her he seemed a bit defenseless. "Would it be alright then if I sat beside you? N-not at your desk, just at the desk next to yours...." Larka said quickly, hugging the three books to her chest. She had to be better with her words, she didn't want to sound like some weirdo now. "I promise not to eat right next to you, or well, if you want, I can share." Holding her books in the crook of one arm she pulled out the paper bag, opening it up so that the delicious nutty smell could fill the room again. The aroma was an instant hit for Larka, a gentle sigh leaving her as she closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying it. As if on cue, her stomach growled, breaking her out of her reverie as she flushed once more, staring hard at the ground, trying not to cry in embarrassment. Oh, how unladylike. Shameful. Truthfully, she wasn't even that hungry, so why the demeaning growl? Did her body just want to embarrass her today? Seemed like it.
Post by Rowan Ashworth on May 18, 2017 22:05:13 GMT
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"Larka," he says, the name rolling over his tongue experimentally. There's a slight warmth to his face, but it's due to happiness of meeting another person he could potentially call a friend. "It's nice to meet you too," he says in earnest.[break][break] Larka's murmur of thank you is a nice thing to hear, though he really doesn't need it. He is, however, delighted to see that she takes the first volume he gave her and proceeds to examine it - he's glad to see someone's going to at least listen to his suggestions. It's not like he has a free voice when he's in the manor, anyway.[break][break] Her question startles him in that it's unexpected, though, now that he thinks about it, he really should've expected it. He doesn't misunderstand her words, and instead he stammers out a reply. "Of course," he says. The desk beside him is free for anyone's use - it's not his desk. He doesn't mind another studying there.[break][break] He's glad when she says she won't eat next to him. It's proper respect for the library and its property, and he feels very strongly in protecting this one stronghold away from home. When she opens her paper bag of snacks, the waft of smells that comes forth is enough to make Rowan's mouth water - he's not had something to eat for a while. His last meal was probably last night, picking at his dinner of salmon souffle, greens, mashed potatoes and garlic bread. He didn't eat much then, either.[break][break] Larka's stomach growls and a small smile twitches on his features. He's hungry, too. So instead, he proposes a solution.[break][break] "I don't think you're actually allowed to eat in the library..." he says softly. He doesn't like telling people what to do, nor saying anything that comes close, so it's said with a tinge of nervousness. Even in the manor, the servants think him a little strange for not bossing them around. But he's gotten to know them more and better because of it, and he doesn't regret that one bit. "I need a bite to eat, too. There's a cafe nearby we can go to - um, my treat," he adds hurriedly. He doesn't want her to get the wrong idea, and he fumbles about for an explanation. "Since we can eat outside then. And not break rules. Um we can borrow the books or leave them on the table - the librarians know not to touch my stuff. Did I mention the cafe?" he finishes, flustered and slightly pitiful.[break][break] He can only hope she understands his horribly messed-up tirade.
Larka held her violet gaze downward, willing herself to not tear up despite the quivering in her lower lip as she worked hard to keep her eyes open, not blinking in hope that the air would somehow dry out her oncoming tears. Biting her lower lip, Larka mentally berated herself, and clutched the bag between her chest and books, about ready to run away. It would do nothing other than have her seem immature, but she was already at that level wasn't she? Before she had left home she had read through so many Emily Post books, aspired to be a prim and proper lady. After all, it only fit her image of what the future high priestess should be: a lady of true elegance and insurmountable power. And of course, she pictured herself to be that high priestess, the one to be remembered forever and to set her family name on the right path. So how could she accomplish that grandiose feat when she couldn't even control such disturbing sounds coming from her abdomen? [break] If you tell anyone about this, I'll kill you. Should she say that? Would this be spread around, him telling stories about some incompetent girl who couldn't find a whole section of books, munched like a chipmunk on snacks and still had a growling stomach? The idea caused her to squirm and let out a shaky squeak. She'd be ruined. What if everyone caught wind of it? Should she issue such a threat? She could feel anxiety creeping along inside her like an unwanted spider and due to her hesitation she was kept quiet long enough until Rowan spoke. His words once again bring a sense of comfort, if anything he at once ignored and acknowledged her growl, and didn't say anything too negatively towards it. It was nice to know that he didn't think of poorly as her as she had, that was where the comfort came from. Looking up from the floor, quickly rubbing at her watery eyes with her free hand, she gave a slow nod. Deep down she figured eating in the library was prohibited, but she just wasn't herself if she wasn't nibbling on something, prone to getting migraines quite quickly if she forgot her snacks. [break] "Sounds like a plan," She sniffed, did everything she could to make her voice sound in charge, unafraid. She did not want to come off as a cry baby, although she probably already did. So she decided to ignore the problem at hand- her stomach growling- and just fed herself a little white lie that really, Rowan was the one who wanted food, not her. Clearing her throat, standing up straight and tilting her chin back up, she assumed her power stance which was rather hilarious considering she was five feet, three inches. Today she was also not wearing her heels, despite often doing everything she could to appear at least two inches taller as she felt that it gave her more authority. "I'll place these on the desk next to yours then," She didn't want to admit it but they were a bit heavy, and she had no idea about where this cafe was that Rowan had mentioned. It could be right next door or further away, and if she had to walk a bit lugging these tomes around then she figured it would only strain her little noodle arms. [break] Without another word, she set off to go back to that area, oblivious to the fact that she was heading into the wrong direction despite what her brisk stride may have shown. It didn't take her long to realize her mistake, stopping, in clear view for Rowan to see before her eyes widened, and she quickly pivoted on her heel rushing back. "J-j-just wait for me outside okay." Larka whisper-shouted, frustrated at herself for being lost already. Without waiting for his reply, somehow she was naive enough to trust him that he would indeed wait for her, she nearly ran back, determined to get these books placed on that table and to do so in a good time, well a good time for her, figuring it would be a few minutes. She knew a lady did not run, a lady walked in a poised fashion, but right now she had no time for etiquette. Luckily, her hurried pace actually helped her find the study area much quicker than if she had taken her time, either way she was going to get lost. Remembering what Rowan said about his stuff not being moved around, she debated if she should place these books on top of his stack, just in case an aid did come by. Going with that thought, she placed the three books down, packing her paper bag of sweets into her rucksack and nodded her head, beginning her way to the entrance. At least she knew where that was like how she knew the back of her hand. [break] Or did she? Although those fears soon subsided, seeing the information desk that was always located up at the front of the library. If anything she only hoped she hadn't kept him waiting for such a long time that Rowan decided to leave. Now playing with the lock of obsidian hair she had tied up to one side of her head, Larka wasn't sure if she should have just ran off like she had, expecting him to be like her familiar and do as she asked. She should've added a please to it.
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Post by Rowan Ashworth on May 19, 2017 6:11:35 GMT
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There's a slight thickness to Larka's voice which baffles Rowan slightly. Has he done something to upset her? He can't recall having done anything wrong. Then again, perhaps she just has a cold. After a few seconds of contemplation, he brushes aside his assumed notion of having committed a wrong, instead settling with making sure that Larka is okay in the minutes that follow.[break][break] He's glad for the chance of a respite - he's been studying a while, and he can already feel a crick in his spine from hunching over the table. He nods as she says she'll place them on the table beside his - the librarians would most likely not touch them. Rowan came here so often, he could call the librarians by name and it had goten to the point where each librarian knew him. Partially due to his family, but also because he's a regular customer. [break][break] But as they're about to leave, he notices Larka heading in the wrong direction. Frowning, he reaches out to her, before she turns around and stammers for him to wait outside. He's baffled, but he takes it in stride, assuming she's forgotten something in the back of the library, though he can't imagine what. Shrugging, he turns to the exit, hoping she won't get lost like earlier.[break][break] He waits right by the doorway, patiently taking the moment of silence to observe the bright sky outside, slightly clouded over with white. He says a quick hello to a passing librarian as he tugs once more on his sleeves. Really, if only the tailor would make them a bit shorter - but no. He knows his grandmother will come barging in and demand for a refit. Or worse, she'd fire the tailor, and Rowan knows it's no fault of the tailor's.[break][break] It doesn't take too long for Larka to return, and he gives her a soft smile when she returns. "The cafe's that way," he says, pointing down an alleyway that's narrow, but brightly lit. "The Cat's Cafe is one of my favorite coffee shops." After ensuring she's following him, he takes his first steps towards the alley.[break][break] The alleyway isn't the narrowest in town, but it's an older one, one that speaks of decades upon decades of cultural significance. Though the shops have been replaced with newer onces, and magical torches line the alley, you can tell by the brick, the set-up, and the atmosphere that it used to be a place of mystery. Most likely it was used for alchemist shops, and there's one that they pass as they make their way through.[break][break] Rowan stops in front of a pine door painted with a simple yet elegant black cat. "Here we are," he says nervously. He moves to open the door and let her enter first, as a gentleman should. He just hopes she'll enjoy it, or at least find the place all right. He knows it's a little more posh than other cafes that might be around, but it's the closest one to the library that doesn't serve mud for coffee.
A mild wave of relief went through her, in all honesty she should have guessed that he wouldn't have left when all his stuff was still on the desk, but Larka could never be certain. They may have known each other names, but he most definitely didn't owe her anything. It was at that thought that Larka blanched for a moment, thinking hard about the situation. She was a selfish little thing, wasn't she? Sso it was only natural for her to make plans on somehow making it up to Rowan. The first, and easiest solution, was to actually pay for him at whatever cafe it was, and she was set on doing so. It would be easy to do, honestly she didn't see him rejecting it with his nature, and cafes were usually so cheap anyhow, at least the ones she went to every now and then. [break] With a gentle nod, she followed him, not sure if she should make conversation or not. She hated small talk, always finding it to be cheap. Luckily, Rowan took hold of the situation as he lead, Larka a diligent step behind him, basically walking side by side but keeping that small distance so she actually could follow him. She wasn't sure if it was possible but even if she was beside him she could probably have herself wind up being lost and confused. [break] "Is it? Do they have some specialty or anything of that sort?" Another one of his favorites, hm? Larka was learning quite a bit about the kind, soft-spoken man who didn't seem to mind leading her around, helping her out as much as possible. She really ought to pay him back. It didn't seem like the cafe was far, perhaps she should have brought the books along? He may have been studying for quite a while but Larka herself had yet to do so, but then again, how could anyone focus when they constantly had no sugar in their system? She had never been down this alley before, and glanced about, intrigue set deep in her eyes. Or perhaps she had gone down this way before while lost but everything was all new to her regardless. She didn't waste much time sniffing the roses when she had important business along the way. [break] She peeked out behind him, looking at the painted cat, a delicate smile gracing her face for a moment. She had a soft spot for cats. Too bad her familiar was some sort of ugly dog thing. When Rowan opened the door, Larka waited a few seconds, glancing up at him with a raised brow. A look that obviously said "what are you doing?" Why did he not step inside? Oh, wait, was he...? Larka tensed up at the realization- a realization of her being so dense that she couldn't tell he was being polite. [break] "Thanks," Larka mumbled, stepping inside with her head down to hide her subtle flush of embarrassment. Stepping inside, the place was quite nice. Too nice. The hardwood floors were large planks, far more expensive than the small, thin strips of flooring. They shown so clearly she could nearly see her reflection and she looked up, her uncultured gaze taking in the sight. It may have been a cafe, but boy, it was not the sort she went to. Who would've thought it would look so... elegant when the outside was so simple. Perhaps that was what people were into nowadays, taking the idea of never judging a book by it's cover to how they also wanted their shops and restaurants to be like. Larka glanced back at Rowan, checking to see if he was there, feeling nervous. She never understood why but while back at home she never had an issues with ordering something from a menu, there was really only one place to order something from and that was at the farmer's market they had ever now and then. In Sundial she found herself to be quite the awkward sort, double or triple checking the item she wanted on the menu, her voice soft, unable to make eye contact. [break] "I've... never been here... so... I'll just follow you." Larka said, looking around, wondering how expensive the food here must be by how nice everything looked. Maybe they had some sort of deals? She wanted to check her coin pouch, count up her bronze little coins, and hope that she could afford it all without hitting too hard into her snack money. Well, maybe she would have to, and if she did, that was alright. The last thing she needed was feeling like she was in someone else's debt. Besides, if anyone deserved a treat it was Rowan, not her.
Post by Rowan Ashworth on May 19, 2017 20:08:14 GMT
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Larka's question about their specialties is met with a small smile from Rowan. "They have an almond croissant that you can't find elsewhere," he answers. "And their three-in-one coffee is to die for." Quite honestly that expression is one he's not used often, and it brings a tinge of rouge to his cheeks as he tries it out.[break][break] Ushering Larka into the shop is a waiter, one who notices Rowan and greets him with a friendly smile. Rowan's a regular, seeing as to how often he's at the library, and the waiter knows him by name. No doubt, the man is curious as to why Rowan's brought in a girl, and Rowan can tell from his raised eyebrow that he's implying something. Rowan can feel his cheeks redden at the man's misassumption and he shakes his head curtly, making eye contact to tell him to 'give them a seat'.[break][break] "Welcome," says the waiter, giving the two of them a wink which makes Rowan sigh in exasperation. Rowan makes a sign for a table for two, and the man ushers them to a seat. Rowan sets down his menu, not bothering to take a look since he knows what he's going to order. He does, however, allow Larka time to glance over the menu. After a while, he takes his menu up and flips open to the first page, pointing to the almond croissant. "That's the croissant I was discussing," he says. "I highly recommend it."[break][break] The waiter comes by, all smiles, and asks what the two of them would like to order. Rowan patiently says his - one of the almond croissants and a caramel latte. He waits for Larka to say her own order, hoping she's had enough time to decide.
Larka took Rowan's suggestions to heart, noting that his stutter seemed to be gone. Was he more comfortable around her now? Or was it just this sort of environment? She felt out of place, yes, but Rowan moved with the ease and confidence of a regular. She was lucky to have him there to lead the way, or well to notice the waiter that somehow she missed. Also missing their exchange, Larka couldn't help but raise a dark brow at the wink the waiter gave them. Was he... suggesting something? Or maybe he was flirting with Rowan? Is that what was happening? Glancing back at Rowan her suspicions seemed to be confirmed. His sigh said it all, Rowan most definitely loved the coffee and food here that he kept coming back despite the advances of that waiter. She pitied him. It must suck to be the receiver of unwanted affection, and with his demeanor it wasn't like he would tell the waiter no.
Once more Larka followed Rowan's lead, sitting down and taking off her cloak, not wanting to sweat. Never one to complain about temperature, inside this building there is a slight heat coming from the warm drinks. It's natural, after all it's a cafe, what were they going to do, open windows? There weren't any inside. At least not any that Larka could see. As she picked up the menu, her curious gaze parsed over the contents and it wasn't long before she was practically drooling. Why did everything sound so delicious? There were various types of coffees that held a different chocolate, and some of these drinks just sound too grand. And their price proved it. She was still scouring over the cheapest things, only looking up as Rowan spoke.
He was confident here. Seeing as how he didn't stammer, Larka felt she was getting a better understanding him. He had sigh in exasperation, something she wouldn't think possible from him, and seemed to smile more. She couldn't place her finger on it, but she smiled, showing her teeth and her eyes crinkling up as she laughed softly. Rowan reminded her of one of siblings, Larka figured, only because of the sense of layers being a part of him. She was about to tell him that he was a onion, and explain why as to not offend him, but the waiter came and so she waited for Rowan to give them their order.
"Uh, oh, um," Larka mused, glancing down at the menu, hurriedly trying to pick something to drink. She didn't really know much about these fancy sort of coffees. "Almond croissant and... a cup of the clover coffee? But would it be alright if you brought along a lot, like a lot-a lot, sugar and some milk, please?" Her voice was very sweet, the pitch completely different to accommodate the lilting tone. Handing the waiter back the menu she smiled at them, "thank you, I appreciate it," chiming it right as they walked away from the table. Without much thought she looked back at Rowan. "Are the youngest in your family? You act like one of my little brothers, just like him, it's kinda... scary." Larka said. Might as well create a conversation while they waited for their food.
Post by Rowan Ashworth on May 23, 2017 16:33:38 GMT
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Larka's order is a very good one. The clover coffee is excellent, and though he's having a latte, he agrees with her choice for the coffee. Caffeine right now is a good idea, especially since he plans on studying more later.[break][break] The cafe gives him a warm, comfortable feeling. He's noticed Larka has taken off her jacket and he does the same - it's very cozy inside, and he's dozed off here more than once. It's a place he can be himself, without prejudice because of his family. The people here are nice, and though sometimes the cafe is busy, he doesn't mind the noise. [break][break] Is he the youngest? Rowan gives a soft smile. "No, I'm not. I'm the oldest, actually," he says. He brushes back a stray lock that's fallen over his forehead, obscuring his view. "I have a younger sister."[break][break] He doesn't say her name. She's well-known enough that it would draw attention. Especially if paired with the Ashworth name. He's not given his last name, but there's that chance that a connection between the two might be spotted. Despite his family's grievances in trying to keep Rowan's uselessness a secret.[break][break] He doesn't wish any ill-will to his sister. But he thinks she sometimes gets a little too much attention, and he doesn't want to bring her up in a crowded cafe such as this, not while in the middle of a good conversation.[break][break] "And you?" he returns. "Do you have any siblings?"
