Finished [Cliffrose Glade - The See] When Magic Blooms

[Maxxob]

Elvario | Amice Bellamy

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A vibrant bustle envelops Cliffrose Glade, the heart of this year’s Harvest Festival in the See of Fae. Leafy garlands stretch between branches overhead, forming a canopy of flickering lanterns. Beneath their glow, elves, gnomes, and other fae folk traverse wooden walkways grown directly from the twisting roots. Tiny sun-sprites—motes of shimmering light—dart among the crowd, occasionally settling on someone’s shoulder before fluttering off again.

Amice walks alongside Asuka and Tahmuras, both clearly relieved and excited to be at the festival. Asuka, with her delicate swanlike neck and crest of opalescent feathers tinged in blues and violets, shimmers under the afternoon sun, casting gentle, protective glances at the young gnome whenever the crowd swells. She keeps a reassuring wing on Amice’s shoulder—as if to ensure the girl remains close—her plumage shifting with a faint iridescent sheen at every turn.

Tahmuras, on the other hand, seems entirely at ease. His two-toned fur, a swirl of vibrant reds and soft white, bristles with alertness around his tall fox ears, and a playful grin appears whenever he spots a vendor selling sweet pastries or fruit wines. With a chuckle, he points out a booth where a stooped gnome is ladling hot cider from a steaming cauldron into wooden cups, the scent of spiced apples drifting across the walkway. An ornamental gemstone rests on his brow, catching the festival lights as he tilts his head to speak.

Ahead lies the festival’s main square, where vines and flowers coil around living arches, guiding revelers deeper into the throng. Stalls are laden with exotic produce from across the See of Fae: glowing mushrooms, succulent berries the size of an infant’s fist, and artfully carved gourds shaped like mythical creatures. A gentle breeze carries the aroma of honey and freshly baked bread through the air.

Asuka
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Asuka leans closer to Amice, her warm voice tinged with excitement. “There are so many people here this year—how are you feeling, dear? Not too overwhelmed?” The faint tremor in her tone betrays just how closely she has been watching over the girl’s well-being.

Tahmuras
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Tahmuras sniffs the air and speaks in a low, amused rumble. “This crowd is exactly what Amice needs—some fun, some music, maybe a chance to share a tale or two from her adventures.” He winks at her, half-teasing but undeniably proud.

As they step further into the square, Asuka gestures toward a quiet seating area under the sprawling branches of an ancient ember-bloom tree, its golden flowers faintly aglow. Wooden benches carved directly from the roots encircle the tree, providing a cozy retreat away from the festival’s busiest lanes. “Let’s find a spot to sit,” she suggests softly, her eyes alight with both concern and eagerness. “I’d love to hear all about what happened on your adventure. You’ve been through so much—I’ve been dying to know every detail.”

Tahmuras grins and nudges Amice lightly with his elbow. “You heard her, kiddo. Let’s grab a seat. I’ve been patient, but I’m not letting you keep us in suspense any longer.” His voice carries a playful tone, but the glint of genuine curiosity in his eyes makes it clear he’s been waiting for this moment.

The benches under the ember-bloom tree provide a view of the bustling festival, with its bright stalls and swirling dancers just beyond. It’s the perfect place to share stories, surrounded by the quiet hum of magic and the gentle warmth of the tree’s golden glow.

 

[Elvario]

Amice Bellamy

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Languages: Common | {Sylvan}
Mentions: Maxxob

Amice was glad to be back into familiar territory. Well, slightly more familiar. Even though they were in the See, she normally didn't go to the busy places. It's why this part of the See was new to her. That said, she was glad to be back with Asuka and Tahmuras. That made up for all other things. Easily so! It also meant she could talk in her much more familiar native tongue, rather than have to think about the more difficult Common language.

Her tiny legs were hard at work to keep up the walking pace of those alongside her. She debated to ask if she could hop atop Tahmuras again, which they normally did if they needed to keep up a pace. Yet there seemed no need for it, not right now.

“{No, I can do this!}” She'd reassure Asuka. “{Although I am a bit scared some will step on me if I don't stick close, but it's less bad here, as I'm not the only one that's much shorter. In Ryke, it was like everyone was Elf-tall and I was the only one that wasn't, which was weird.}” She'd share some of her findings from her past adventure.

Upon Thamuras' suggestion she perked up. “{Can I try the funny smelling apple juice we walked past?}” She asked. She was excited to try out some new things. That one first and foremost.

She was a bit concerned about Asuka's request. “{Every detail..? I don't think I can remember all of them.}” Should she have taken notes all the way through? Perhaps she should just start with what she recalled.

“{Well, when I went all the way to the mountain village, there was this [Dark Knight] on a big and scary horse all of a sudden and I thought it was a monster, because he was all dark and iron and he just came straight at me and started talking scary, so I ran... }” Perhaps not the best way to start off her story without worrying her guardians.

 

[Maxxob]

Elvario | Amice Bellamy

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While Asuka, Tahmuras, and Amice settle onto one of the carved benches beneath the ember-bloom tree, a friendly fae vendor approaches with wooden cups of spiced apple cider. The steam rises in fragrant curls, blending with the tree’s warm glow. Nearby, festival-goers flit between stalls, their laughter mingling with the gentle plucking of harp strings that drifts through the evening air.

Asuka
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Asuka dips her head gratefully as she offers Amice the first cup. Folding her wings neatly, she keeps one protective edge near the young gnome’s shoulder. “{Of course you can try it, dear,}” Asuka says in Sylvan, her voice carrying a soft trill. “{Though it might be a bit tangy at first. Don’t drink too quickly!}”

Tahmuras
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Tahmuras, tail swishing behind him, casts a playful wink Amice’s way. “{Funny smelling apple juice, eh? I like the enthusiasm. The grown-ups call it cider. Enjoy responsibly, but I won’t stop you from a taste.}” He snags his own cup and takes a quick sip, amusement glinting in his eyes.

Hearing Amice’s mention of a Dark Knight, Asuka tenses slightly, her opalescent plumes quivering with concern. She shifts closer, her tone hushed. “{A knight on a dread horse? That does sound frightening... you weren’t hurt, were you?}” Worry underlies her protective demeanor.

Tahmuras lowers his cup, a small frown etching across his features. “{Was that some stray mercenary spooking travelers?}” He shakes his head. “{At least you got away safely—that’s what matters.}” A trace of relief flashes in his expression.

Seeking to lighten the mood, Asuka gently steers the conversation toward happier topics. “{What about the kittens you went to rescue, love? That was your main mission, wasn’t it? How did it go?}” She leans forward, her iridescent feathers reflecting the lanternlight in calming hues. “{I’d rather hear about adorable animals than menacing knights right now.}”

Festival life continues around them—children giggling at sun-sprites, an elven bard playing a jaunty tune, the sweet aroma of pastries wafting across the square. A burst of laughter from a nearby table briefly softens the tension.

Tahmuras lifts one brow at Amice. “{Come on, kiddo, we’re all ears. No detail is too small—even if it’s about you taking shelter under a pinecone. We’ve missed you.}” He offers an encouraging grin.

 

[Elvario]

Amice Bellamy

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Languages: Common | {Sylvan}
Mentions: Maxxob

She excitedly smelled the peculiar apple juice. “{Alright!}” She promised Asuka, taking a few careful sips. “{Wow, it has so many flavours!}” She replied, surprised by how many things she tasted.

Seeing Tahmuras drink from a cup was always funny, as he'd need to lap from it like a dog or risk pouring it out all across his snout. It reminded her of the time she asked him if he and Asuka didn't dislike not having hands and that he'd lectured her about... what was it again? Something society being at fault? She'd forgotten. Best not to mention it again.

“{Nope, I didn't manage to run away, but it turned out he wasn't a monster. He was just scary, although he did later seem to try help me be brave.}” She'd state. “{There was also a green lady on a bye-key, that was pretty nice, but she was mean to the scary guy in black. She also had a really odd looking person with her, who was really pretty.}”

The kittens, those were a whole story on their own. “{Well, there were many, many cats in the cat lady's house, but the first one we went to get was a dark cat that could hide really well that mister Viole put in his pocket dimension. I think the scary knight-man was trying to get a cat that made people like it by using mind-magic!}” She'd enthusiastically add.

She smiled when Tahmuras told her they'd missed her, as she'd quickly hop over to hug his head. “{I missed you too!}” She'd state. Then she recalled. “{There was a cat that had the same colours as you, that would just vanish from one spot, then turn up in the next. I think it was called 'tele port ation'.}”

 

[Maxxob]

Elvario | Amice Bellamy

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As Amice enthusiastically sips her cider, Asuka’s expression softens, her worries easing in light of the girl’s excitement. The avian mother leans in to listen, the soft rustling of her swanlike feathers blending with the lively chatter that fills the festival square. A gentle smile spreads across Asuka’s face as she notices Amice’s fascination with every flavor in the cup.

Tahmuras
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Tahmuras, meanwhile, manages a decidedly canine approach to drinking—tilting his head just enough so the liquid doesn’t spill past his muzzle. He catches Amice’s curious glance and huffs in mock annoyance, though there’s warmth in his eyes that betrays genuine affection. “{Just don’t laugh too hard, kiddo,}” he mutters in Sylvan, ears flicking upward in a half-hearted show of indignation.

Asuka
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Upon hearing about the Dark Knight and his unexpected attempt to guide Amice toward bravery, Asuka’s brows lift in mild surprise. “{He helped you be brave?}” she repeats softly, her tone more intrigued than worried now. “{I suppose appearances can be misleading.}” A flash of relief crosses her face when Amice clarifies she wasn’t truly harmed.

Tahmuras nods, tapping a clawed fingertip against his wooden cup. “{So a green lady on a…‘bye-key’?}” He narrows his eyes in thought, trying to piece together the unfamiliar term. “{And someone named Mister Viole? Sounds like you had quite the eclectic group.}”

At the mention of multiple cats—some with mind-altering magic and others blinking in and out of existence—Tahmuras lets out a low whistle. “{A teleporting cat, huh? Might be quicker than me, if it can pop around like that.}” His tail swishes with an almost competitive air, but his playful grin says he’s more impressed than threatened.

When Amice hops over to hug Tahmuras’s head, Asuka can’t help but let out a tender laugh. “{We’ve missed you dearly,}” she agrees, gently reaching out a wing to briefly brush against Amice’s shoulder. “{Though please, next time you’re face to face with a terrifying knight, a word of caution to us wouldn’t hurt...}” Her tone is half serious, half teasing.

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A fresh swirl of festival revelers passes by, drawing glances from Asuka. She spots a colorful parade of masked dancers moving toward a wooden stage set up beneath flickering lanterns. “{Look, they’re getting ready for a performance,}” she observes, curiosity lighting her features.

Before she can say more, a chorus of instruments rises above the crowd, signaling the start of an evening showcase. Tahmuras watches in interest, ears perking up to the rhythm. “{We might want to take a look, don’t you think? Could be fun before we head off to find more refreshments.}”

He ruffles Amice’s hair lightly, with his muzzle, then glances at Asuka. Both parents seem delighted just to have Amice close again, safe and sharing her tales. Although the conversation about knights and mind-bending cats has stirred their curiosity, they’re just as eager to immerse themselves in the festival atmosphere together.

The stage beyond shimmers with promise—fae dancers, minstrels, and who knows what other surprises. As dusk settles deeper over Cliffrose Glade, the glow of the ember-bloom tree and the laughter of passersby make it clear that the evening’s festivities are only just beginning.

 

[Elvario]

Amice Bellamy

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Languages: Common | {Sylvan}
Mentions: Maxxob

The weird apple juice tasted nice for sure. She'd chuckle at Tahmuras' warning. “{Of course not.}” She'd promise. Only a little. Besides, she recalled having to be taught 'manners' by them, needing to use her hands without having someone as an example had been rough. To that extend, they'd worked some miracles in teaching her some of the basics already.

“{Yes, he was scary, but he seemed to be trying to use that. I think?}” She tried to explain it, despite not really knowing it well herself. “{Although I didn't want to get on his high horse. That was too much. The bye-key was a lot nicer and more fun. Just like the green lady that had it.}”

Hearing Tahmuras repeat it, she realised she had it wrong. “{Well, she called it a} bye... bi... bike {I think that was it} bike {it was in Common. I don't know what it is in Sylvan, I just tried saying it.}” She'd try to explain herself. “{Electric?}” She asked Asuka, a bit confused. “{I don't think any of them used lightning.}”

“{Yes! The tel-e-port-ing cat went to roofs a lot! But we got it with fish and herbs! There was also a cat that turned really big, into a... Tiger? No... ehmm. The one with the hair around its neck. That goes 'Roooaraar' a lot.}” She tried describing a lion.

She was a bit confused. “{I don't think I could talk to you, as I was really far away. How would I do the word of caution?}” She frowned, wrecking her brain about it, but failing.

“{Oh! A performance!}” She hopped up in glee. “{Can I get up?}” She'd ask, hoping to get on either Tahmuras' or Asuka's back so that she could get there more easily and so that she might see more.

“{Oh, oh! Do you think they'll do fire tricks? During the cat mission, we lit a minecart on fire so it made smoke.}” She'd tell with some enthusiasm.

 

[Maxxob]

Elvario | Amice Bellamy

Tahmuras
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With Amice perched on Tahmuras’s back (if she chooses), the fox-eared father sets aside his empty cider cup, with one paw, and stands. “{Come on, short stuff, I’ll give you a ride—just hold on tight,}” he says in Sylvan, a teasing lilt in his voice. Asuka, meanwhile, offers a warm smile, folding her wings and standing ready to guide them through the crowd if things get too chaotic.

The three make their way through the bustling square toward a freshly assembled stage of polished planks. Colored lanterns, crafted to resemble small phoenixes and dragons, sway above, casting dancing patterns of light across the onlookers. Onstage, a half-elf bard strums a lively tune while masked performers spin ribbons and take light-footed steps in rhythmic dance.

Mage
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At the edge of the performance space stands a flamboyantly dressed mage, robed in dark violet fabric embroidered with constellations. He addresses the spectators in a theatrical voice. “{Ladies and gentlemen, fae of all shapes and sizes—step right up! Show off your hidden talents, dazzle us with your illusions, and earn yourself a token of appreciation from our festival sponsors!}” With a flourish, he points to a nearby table lined with shimmering trinkets, swirling potions, and the occasional jingling coin pouch.

Asuka
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Asuka glances over the scene and draws a steadying breath. “{It does look fun, but let’s not rush into anything if you’re not prepared,}” she says gently, aiming her words at Amice.

Tahmuras, however, arches an eyebrow and nods toward the stage. “{She’s picked up a thing or two on her adventures, right? Might be good to show folks a bit of harmless magic. You know, let her stretch those wings—figuratively speaking.}” He flicks an ear in Asuka’s direction, hoping she’ll agree.

A handful of festival-goers step up to display their skills—some juggle enchanted lights, others sing harmonies to the bard’s tune, and one attempts a small illusions spell that causes flowers to bloom midair. The crowd cheers every attempt, whether dazzlingly executed or not.

With the music swelling and the festive energy growing, Asuka relents, nodding her agreement. “{All right, but only if it’s a small spell,}” she cautions. “{We trust you, dear—just be mindful.}”

Tahmuras gently encourages Amice closer to the front. The star-robed mage, eyes sparkling, beckons welcomingly for any new volunteer to take the stage. Lanterns sway above, a soft breeze carries the sound of applause, and the glow of the ember-bloom tree seems to watch from afar.

“{No pressure,}” Tahmuras adds, winking. “{Think of it as your chance to show off, or just another fun festival memory. Either way, we’ve got your back.}”

The choice rests firmly with Amice. The crowd’s warm cheers and curious whispers fill the air, while the lively melody from the lute sets a bright, encouraging tempo. Will she seize the opportunity? The stage—and the festival’s collective attention—await.

 

[Elvario]

Amice Bellamy

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Languages: Common | {Sylvan}
Mentions: Maxxob

Having gotten atop Tahmuras, she was able to look around without fear of being trampled a lot more. “{So purple.}” She'd mumble, upon seeing the purple mage. Even more purple than Asuka. Then again, Asuka was mostly white.

She didn't think much of the offer to go on stage, until Asuka and Tahmuras encouraged her. She was really thinking on what she could do, until she had a great idea. “{Oh! Oh! I know what to do! I think people would love it!}”

She hop off of Tahmuras and quickly went to dig up some dirt, then she mixed in some of her [Magical Seeds] and ran up to the stage. As she was there, she used some [Magic E] to channel mana into the seeds, as they rapidly started to grow into flowers, which she scattered across the stage by throwing dirt and seeds around.

Magical Seeds – Upon being in contact with soil, colourful flowers sprout and bloom for a short period, after which they vanish in an array of petals.

“{Voila! It's all sorts of nice flowers!}” She called out, pretty proud of her quick thinking on coming up with something to do and making it work.

 

[Maxxob]

Elvario | Amice Bellamy

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A ripple of excitement sweeps through the onlookers as Amice scatters soil and seeds across the wooden stage. The little flowers unfurl instantly in a dazzling array of petals—pink, blue, golden, and crimson—rising from the dirt as if coaxed forth by a springtime breeze. At first, the crowd oohs and ahhs, charmed by the sudden bloom.

Nearby dancers pause mid-step to watch the floral spectacle, while the bard’s lute slips into a softer melody—delicate notes that seem to complement the gentle blossoming. The star-robed mage claps appreciatively, a twinkle in his eye as petals swirl around him.

Yet, even as Amice shows off her new trick, a faint hum of magic begins to build around her, like a whisper at the edge of hearing. The flowers don’t merely bloom and fade as usual; they continue to swell with vibrant color, petals stretching beyond their normal size, vines twisting and weaving in unpredictable patterns. A subtle glow emanates from within the blossoms, their stems lengthening until they resemble creeping tendrils.

A gasp escapes from someone in the front row as the vines extend past the stage’s edge. Another spectator steps back, uncertain whether to clap or take cover. Above, the lanterns sway in an unseen breeze stirred by the surge of mana crackling in the air.

Tahmuras
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Tahmuras, watching from beside the stage, catches the sudden shift in Amice’s aura. His fox ears twitch sharply. “{Hey, Asuka… does that look normal to you?}” he mutters in Sylvan, concern edging into his voice.

Asuka
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Asuka’s opalescent feathers ruffle in alarm. She presses forward, gaze locked on Amice. “{She’s putting out more energy than I’ve ever seen…}” she says, half to herself. “{Amice, dear—maybe try easing back a bit!}” She lifts one wing, torn between letting Amice handle this on her own and rushing to intervene.

The vines, seemingly unbidden, begin to curl up wooden posts and weave around the stage decorations. One long tendril creeps near the lute player, who stumbles back with wide eyes. Another arcs overhead, scattering a shower of brightly colored petals over the audience. Some children squeal in delight, thinking it part of the show, while others cling to their parents, uncertain whether to laugh or run.

A surge of raw magic crackles through the air, sending a tingling sensation up the spines of everyone present. The festival-goers murmur anxiously, torn between intrigue at the mesmerizing display and nervousness about the unchecked power fueling it.

From the corner of the square, a group of local guards—wearing leaf-patterned armor—exchange looks, clearly unsettled by the ever-growing plants. One gestures toward the stage, and they begin edging closer, their caution evident.

All the while, the vines continue their dance around Amice, sparkling with the potent energy she inadvertently channels. The star-robed mage, for all his theatrical flair, stands momentarily stunned, his staff clutched in trembling hands as he tries to gauge whether he needs to step in.

In the midst of it all, the flowers remain beautiful—vibrant and alive—but they’re far beyond their intended scope. It’s as if the entire festival is now breathing in time with Amice’s magic, pulsing to a power none expected. Amid the hushed awe, uneasy gasps, and children’s shrieks, the question lingers in everyone’s mind: how can this surge be brought back under control?

The stage, now a garden of luminescent vines and oversized petals, has become the center of attention—for better or worse—and Amice stands at its heart, poised between marvel and mayhem.

 

[Elvario]

Amice Bellamy

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Languages: Common | {Sylvan}
Mentions: Maxxob

Her magic was going well, as she smiled. She was pretty proud that she thought of this! However, she felt like it was suddenly going a bit too well. “{Eh?}” She didn't put in that much mana... did she? It sounded like Asuka noticed as well, upon which Amice started to panic a little.

No.

She wasn't going to panic. She'd grown up. She was a big girl now. She was brave. Taking a deep breath, she'd start singing.

“(Light and Flowers Dance With Me!
Upon this Blessed Melody!
Rays of Sun, Coloured Leaves of the Vine!
Surround to Flow and Intertwine
May my Song and Magic carry thee!)”​

Her hand waved around in magic patterns, catalyst in hand.
As she did so, a Magic Circle would appear around her.

Sunshine & Flowers – Magic B, Area of Effect C, Duration C, Range C, Targets C, Selective C, Light Affinity F, Nature Affinity F, Energised B, Performance [Singing] F – Rays of sunshine and flower petals spread around the field to harm foes whilst sparing allies.- Grade Be - Cooldown 3 Posts.

Slowly, she'd try calm her magic down and control it, in order to turn this show into something a lot more peaceful and spectacular, yet without any danger.

 

[Maxxob]

Elvario | Amice Bellamy

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A swell of magic surges through the festival square as Amice’s song attempts to rein in the roiling vines. For a moment, her melodic words succeed in shaping the wild energy into something more peaceful—the vines slow their frantic climb, their petals growing gentle and soft rather than twisted or overgrown. A hush falls over the crowd, many onlookers transfixed by the spectacle.

Tahmuras and Asuka stand at the edge of the stage, clearly torn between pride in Amice’s command of the moment and deep-seated worry. Tahmuras’s fox ears flatten slightly, while Asuka’s feathers ruffle with tension. Every so often, a stray vine brushes the boards underfoot, making the wood creak.

Then, as the last high note of Amice’s singing resonates, the star-robed mage—suddenly emboldened—steps forward. With a soft but decisive motion, he extends one finger and presses it lightly against Amice’s shoulder. A spark of counteracting magic leaps from his fingertip to hers, immediately dulling the humming power that had been coursing through her.

In an instant, the vines and flowers retreat, dissolving into motes of multi-colored petals that scatter across the stage. Bright flecks shimmer in the lamplight as they float down like confetti. A collective exhale escapes the crowd—half relief, half astonishment.

Mage
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The mage, straightening his hat, addresses the onlookers with a theatrical flourish. “{Well done indeed, dear lass—everyone, a round of applause for her impressive command of nature’s gifts!}” He claps, encouraging the gathering to join in. A tumult of cheers and cautious clapping ripples through the spectators. A few children, wide-eyed but now less frightened, bounce excitedly, scattering the fallen petals underfoot.

Tahmuras
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Tahmuras is the first to reach Amice, immediately helping to steady her if she appears shaken by the abrupt end to her magic flow. “{All right, that’s enough excitement,}” he mutters under his breath, though there’s a faint tremor of pride in his voice. Asuka rushes to Amice’s other side, wings poised protectively, before lifting her gaze toward the star-robed mage.

Asuka
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“{Thank you,}” Asuka says softly, bowing her head with genuine gratitude. Her shimmering feathers quiver with residual tension. “{We—ah, she’s only recently begun practicing spells of that magnitude.}”

The mage tips his hat politely, though he keeps a keen eye on Amice. “{I dare say she has quite the talent. But it’s always wise to learn to rein in that strength when needed. No harm done.}”

Meanwhile, onlookers continue clapping, uncertain whether to disperse or watch for further spectacle. A few guards from the local watch eye the stage, looking ready to step in if necessary. For now, however, the star-robed mage’s intervention seems to have defused the situation.

Tahmuras and Asuka waste no time escorting Amice away from the center of attention. The trio weaves past the murmuring crowd, heading for the quieter shadows beyond the stage. Concern and affection intertwine in Asuka’s expression as she wraps one wing partway around Amice, sheltering her from prying gazes.

They find a small clearing near the edge of the festival grounds—a secluded nook lined with overhanging branches and decorated with paper lanterns. Soft music from the main square remains audible, yet it’s muted enough for private conversation. Here, both parents turn to Amice, their worry clear.

Tahmuras’s tail swishes in agitation. “{What was that back there?}” he asks in a low tone. “{It’s like your magic just… ballooned.}”

Asuka gently brushes a few stray petals from Amice’s shoulder, her eyes filled with concern. “{Are you hurt? Dizzy?}” She hesitates, voice catching slightly. “{Please, let us know how you’re feeling. We won’t be angry… just worried.}”

The festival’s cheer lingers in the distance—applause, music, laughter—but in this small hollow, the mood feels far more intense. Both parents watch Amice closely, ready to offer comfort, reassurance, or anything else she might need after that unexpected surge of power.

 

[Elvario]

Amice Bellamy

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Languages: Common | {Sylvan}
Mentions: Maxxob

A smile showed amidst her singing/chanting as she was getting the magic under control more. She didn't know she could do this, but she was glad she could! That said, she did feel it being really tiring. With how new and difficult it was to stay focussing. Just as she was starting to worry a bit more, she could feel all the magic fade away instantly.

“{Wow...}” She uttered. Surprised by that sudden cut-off. However, with how difficult it'd started to get to keep up that magic, she was glad she no longer had to do so. “{Ehm... thank you sir.}” She realised he probably saved her from having the magic go out of control all over again.

Upon being told she did a great job, however, she'd beam in joy and pride. “{Thank you!}” She'd call out, a lot more enthusiastic right now. Upon the people clapping, her smile would only widen, as she'd bow to accept the praise.

With Thamuras and Asuka joining in, she couldn't help ask. “{Did you see? I don't think I ever did so much magic at once.}” She'd ask them. Of course they'd seen. Yet in the moment, she'd been rather focussed on trying to stay in control. “{It was a little scary though.}”

As she was escorted away, she'd feel a bit weak in the knees. Upon Tahmuras asking, she'd make herself a bit smaller. “{I, ehm... I just wanted to make the flowers grow. I didn't really plan on that much. At all. It just started doing that and I tried to hold it back...}” She'd try to explain. “{I... I don't know.}” She'd utter after.

“{I'm tired and my legs feel a bit wobbly.}” She'd admit to Asuka. She'd really just strained herself beyond any magic she'd cast ever before, after all. “{I... I mean... If that man hadn't stopped it...}” She sounded a tad scared. “{I'm not sure if I would've been able too.}” It was pretty clear that she'd need someone to teach her how to deal with this sudden rise in power.

 

[Maxxob]

Elvario | Amice Bellamy

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Night settles gently over Cliffrose Glade, its lanterns glowing like constellations between ancient branches. Asuka guides Amice to a sturdy root jutting from the earth, ensuring the young gnome doesn’t stumble on weakened legs. Tahmuras stands close by, casting a watchful gaze over the waning crowd.

Asuka
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“{Take a moment to rest, dear,}” Asuka murmurs in Sylvan, concern softening her tone. She drapes a protective wing around Amice, whose trembling legs still recover from the strain of sudden, potent magic. “{That was more energy than you’ve ever channeled, wasn’t it?}”

Tahmuras
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Tahmuras drops into a crouch so that Amice sees him eye-to-eye. “{Don’t beat yourself up, kiddo. You couldn’t have predicted this.}” His voice remains gentle, though his fox ears twitch in subtle agitation whenever curious onlookers pass by. He and Asuka exchange a silent, anxious look, but the worry in their eyes is balanced by a glimmer of pride.

Over by the makeshift stage, the star-robed mage converses with leaf-armored guards. Festival-goers whisper among themselves, splitting between admiration and wariness. Some children still chase after stray flower petals, while older folks keep their distance.

Asuka presses a comforting hand to Amice’s shoulder. “{It’s clear you’ll need guidance—someone who can help you master this power before it masters you.}” She musters a tender smile, though her feathers remain ruffled with concern. “{We’ll find a teacher or mentor. We promise.}”

Tahmuras nods in agreement. “{It shouldn’t be too hard. Folks talk of mages and scholars around here who know how to handle rising talent. We’ll get this sorted.}”

Helping Amice to her feet, the trio drifts from the festival’s main thoroughfare to a quieter lane leading toward the inn. As they do, a hush falls behind them—remnants of gossip from onlookers who witnessed the rare show of power. Even though the music and lanternlight continue to fill the night with warmth, it feels like a hush of expectancy is settling over Cliffrose Glade.

Beyond their hearing, a subtle ripple echoes through the magical fabric of the realm. A distant presence—alert and watchful—catches wind of the evening’s events. Whether friend or foe, the Light Cardinal of the See has taken note of Amice’s surge in power, sensing the promise and peril that dwell within this untrained force.

THE END
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Spoiler: Grader Information

Narrators Involved (List the narrators who participated in the roleplay.)
Maxxob

Narrator Standing (Provide the standing of each narrator involved, including links to their standing sheets for reference.)
Maxxob
Highest - Standing S
Adelhein El-Melloi von Breyer

Summary of the Roleplay (Briefly summarize the events and main storyline of the roleplay.)
Amice, returning from her kitten-searching quest, meet once again with her parents, Asuka and Tahmuras. They got to spend some time together in Cliffrose Glade, where a festival commemorating a good harvest is taking place. They are able to catch up with her latest adventure and Amice even had the opportunity to show her magic during the festival. Unfortunately, it went out of control, but eventually the outburst of mana was dealt with.

Goal Achievement (Indicate whether the goal of the roleplay was accomplished. Note that this affects grading, as failed roleplays typically receive lesser rewards.)
Amice successfully managed to spend a good time with her parents.

Criminal Acts Perpetrated (List any criminal acts committed during the roleplay, with links to the specific posts where they occurred.)
None occurred.

Lore to Establish (Detail any new lore you'd like to introduce, including brief descriptions for lore moderators, links to the posts where the lore was established, nation of origin associated with the lore.)
No new lore established.


Partial Participants (Provide a list of partial participants, including their character names and roleplayer (RPer) names.)

• None

Partial Participant Invaders (Note if any partial participants were invaders. Specify whether world rules or player versus player (PvP) mechanics were utilized.)

• None

Full-Time Participants
List all full-time participants, including:

• Elvario | Amice Bellamy

Characters with Point Boosters (Identify any characters who used point boosters, including links to the posts where the boosters were used to gain points (for narrative boosters, the first post in the scene is sufficient)).

• None

Recommended Titles (Suggest titles for characters based on their actions or outcomes within the roleplay.)

• Free for grader to decide which ones would fit the character best

Assets/Titles Roleplayed For (List any assets or titles that were roleplayed for, along with justifications for each.)

• Amice - Connection with the Light Cardinal F → Having used Light Affinity in her magic demonstration, the high-grade of magic has caught the interest of the Light Cardinal.

Characters with [Wanted] or Criminal Titles (Provide a list of characters who already possess the [Wanted] title or any criminal titles.).

• None

Hunters' Involvement (Indicate whether any characters with the [Wanted] title had their hunters appear or play a part in the roleplay.).

• None

Special Skills or Assets (List characters possessing Buddy skills, Masterwork skills, Complex Assets.)

• Amice - Using Downtime to upgrade assets.

Transactions Performed (Note any transactions that occurred during the roleplay, such as, weapon exchanges, asset transfers.)

• None

Rules Utilized (Specify the level of rules used in the roleplay.)
None

Character Sheet Oddities (Mention any noticeable oddities or inconsistencies in character sheets related to their purchases. Note: There's no need for a full evaluation; simply highlight any unusual findings during your review.)

• Amice - None

Aftermath and Potential Lore Updates (Describe any potential aftermath or consequences based on the events of the roleplay. Suggest any updates that might be needed for the lore.)
Nothing changed as far as lore is concerned.

Narrator Bonuses (Recommend any bonuses you'd like to award to narrators based on their performance.)

• None

Additional Notes (Include any other observations or points you'd like feedback on or that require further commentary.)
None