maydayqueen: (laugh)
Frea, The May Day Queen ([personal profile] maydayqueen) wrote in [community profile] nexus_sages2016-05-08 01:48 pm

Sweets for the Sweet (LOL alert!)

The May Queen is back in the forum. It's safe to assume she left at some point; Frea's wearing a new (but still floral) dress and today's flower crown is made of evening primroses and bleeding hearts. She's also got a bright smile and a plate of cookies, both of which are offered to any interested passers-by from her perch atop a low stone wall. If she ever had shoes, she either hasn't found them or isn't on speaking terms with them; her bare feet swing and tap a rhythm against the stones while she waits for someone to talk to.

"Anyone want a cookie?"

((Beware! The cookies are LOLed. Different cookies will give your character a day or two of various motherly instincts and/or symptoms.
--Peanut butter cup-stuffed chocolate cookies mean your character experiences a phantom pregnancy. Give them any or all of the worst and most cliched symptoms. Bloating, aches and pains, hormonal shifts, morning sickness, cravings, whatever you want to inflict on your poor characters who probably totally deserve it.
--Chocolate chip cookies will turn your character into a Mother hen. Which may be useful, given what's going on around them; it may at the same time be incredibly annoying.
--Sugar cookies with the super sparkly sugar tops make your character a Fairy Godmother. Whether or not they can do minor magic to help fulfill the wishes of the worthy is up to you, but either way, they're going to feel compelled to help make happy endings come true.
--Oatmeal raisin cookies will help your characters remember their connections to the earth and make them total Earth Mothers. Be one with nature! Talk to the animals! Just remember, mostly they talk about food and sex; it's not as fun as Disney makes it seem.))
u_can_have_it_4_a_song: A Man of Wealth and Taste (Default)

[personal profile] u_can_have_it_4_a_song 2016-05-20 02:57 am (UTC)(link)

"Lady Brienne, I have every confidence in your purse, and as well in the Nexus' ability to lighten it. I mean only to offer you the comforts due a righteous heart, that you may meet coming challenges at your peak."

oathstokeep: (of Tarth)

[personal profile] oathstokeep 2016-05-20 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
Well, it is difficult to say more to that. Brienne looks into the man's face and again finds no reason to be so doubtful. She's almost ashamed. "My thanks. I hope to repay you in kind some day." That's close enough. She remembers herself to put a smile on.
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[personal profile] u_can_have_it_4_a_song 2016-05-20 03:55 am (UTC)(link)

"Dear lady, should ever I find myself visiting your land," Schön promises, "you shall have my sincerest word that I shall depend upon your hospitality as the shipwrecked man upon the sight of gulls."

oathstokeep: (elements)

[personal profile] oathstokeep 2016-05-20 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
"You'd be overwhelmed." Of feasts, of dances, of the whole pageantry especially in the Stormlands. House Baratheon was known for revelry and all the lesser houses even that in Tarth followed suit. "We are then even." That means it should happen someday. He best be prepared.

Nevermind that Brienne has ever hosted a feast herself.
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[personal profile] u_can_have_it_4_a_song 2016-05-20 04:18 am (UTC)(link)

"Agreed," he replies, his lips curling up into a deeply pleased smile. "I shall look forward to it. But for now, I believe rest awaits you."

oathstokeep: (in your head)

[personal profile] oathstokeep 2016-05-20 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
"It will be abundantly appreciated." Because she is coated with dirt and dust from both Nexus and Westeros.

"I hope to meet you again, Lord Schön." She hasn't caught on that there is a number of usual suspects in this land.
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[personal profile] u_can_have_it_4_a_song 2016-05-20 05:06 am (UTC)(link)

"I think you may be assured of that, dear lady," he promises, inclining his head. "I shall bid you farewell for now, and pleasant dreams when you seek them."

With a bow and a tip of his hat, he vanishes, leaving a fall of glitter to twinkle and glitter on its way to the rush-covered floor.