RP:Gifts of Glory

Hazelbend Chateau

Along the avenue, nestled amidst two other prominent homes, stands the opulent Hazelbend Chateau, a testament to the wealth and power of its well-to-do occupant. Its towering spires reach towards the heavens, adorned with intricate carvings and gilded accents that catch the sunlight at dawn. A grand courtyard paved with marble greets visitors, leading them to the colossal oak doors adorned with golden crests. Inside, a labyrinth of halls boasts tapestries depicting epic battles and chandeliers dripping with crystal. The great hall, with its vaulted ceilings and roaring hearth, hosts extravagant feasts where the ton of society mingle amidst lavish furnishings and fine art. Beyond lies the lush gardens, where exotic blooms perfume the air and fountains dance with enchanted waters. Hazelbend Chateau stands as a symbol of luxury and prestige in Elimdor, a beacon of extravagance.

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Daisy stares up at the exquisite house and is verily glad she took a bath before coming here! Her just existing outside feels like she's made the floors dirty on the other side of that door. Well. You've been around the fanciest of royalty and high society folks before, kitten. This is fine. Everything is fine. Go in. Be polite. And remember why you're here. Her little head nods and she is welcomed into the home by a starched looking attendant.

"This way if you would, miss. You will be received in the drawing room."

Art? Now? Will she be expected to draw? She has no ink. Pen. Paper. Crayons. What the heck is a crayon!? Maybe she can grow an art. That is doable. Inner turmoil is put at ease when she is lead to an exquisite room furnished with plush sofas and intricately designed furniture pieces. She smiles again and thanks the gentleman before exploring the room for the best seat to climb up onto.

Cynarith is made aware of a visitor waiting for her and she makes her way on down. Daisy will find the drawing room is just a fancy living room for visitors to be entertained. There is a piano within, some fine art, a fireplace and even a table set up with refreshments. The table has a couple of chairs along with delectable finger sandwiches, cake, water and tea. Five minutes go by before a footman opens the door to introduce, “Lady Cynarith.” Then the pastel haired socialite enters with a warm smile on her face while approaching Daisy for a handshake and a, “welcome, madame Daisy.” The lavender colored gown she wears sways ever so slightly while she makes her way to the refreshments to pour them both some tea, “milk, sugar, lemon?” The question is posed while preparing their servings, “to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit, Daisy?” Those turquoise hues twinkle with curiosity as she awaits the answer.

Daisy eyes the refreshments as those seconds of five minutes taunt her for a billion years until Cynarith joins her. No gobbling now. And for the love of... No crumbs! She huffs then beams up at her hostess. "Sugar please. One." Helping herself to some foodstuffs, she does a little happy dance there in her seat. A kind of side to side wiggle girls do when the food is good. "I brought a present for you. For helping me." The egg Cynarith saw with her last time they met has long since hatched, but is still small and shy and hidden away somewhere safe. "The little griffin is small but healthy."

Cynarith smiles a bit wider when she sees Daisy enjoying the refreshments and makes the lady’s tea to perfection in a prismatic china tea set. “That is so sweet of you Daisy, but you didn’t have to get me anything.” Then she settles into the seat across from Daisy while a look of surprises shifts her expression, “oh? That was a griffin egg?” She simply sips on her tea, not really in the mood for food lately. “Interesting..” she contemplates the last time she has seen one of those and can’t recall.

Daisy can and will eat enough for the both of them. "Mhmm. I named him Sur. He is the best prize." She never lacks in the nomming supplies, but she isn't one to turn it down either. Tea is sipped and fill is eaten. Just to her fill, though. Chonky girls may be chonky, but not gluttons. She notices the lack of eating, but politely won't mention it. No. She didn't have to get the very well to do goddess anything, but that has never stopped the kitten before. "I don't do anything I don't want to do." A giggle bubbles out of her as she puts her tea down and hops off her seat. "We should go outside." Holding a paw out to Cynarith for taking, she'll lead the woman through her own house and towards the stables.

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Lead to Gold

Cynarith's stable stands like a fortress, its grand gates adorned with intricately carved symbols of power and prosperity. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of polished wood and sweet hay. Rows of stalls, each fit for a noble steed, line the perimeter and their doors embellished with gold leaf among jewels. Cynarith's prized horses, sleek and majestic, are tended to by a team of skilled grooms clad in richly embroidered uniforms. A marble fountain in the center courtyard glistens under the sunlight, its waters said to bestow strength and grace upon those who drink from it. It is a silly superstition, but Lead to Gold is known for producing many prize horses at the races so it isn’t hard to get wrapped up in the fantasy. This is located along the expansive meadow behind Hazelbend Chateau where the prized mares have plenty of space to run wild in the rolling hills and thicket of trees.

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Cynarith cannot help the slight envy she has for Daisy when she mentions that she doesn’t do anything she doesn’t want to and glances down at the ornate heirloom engagement ring around her ring finger that feels more like a shackle, “a lovely sentiment.” She recomposes herself with a newfound smile and moves past the uncomfortable fact that she’s newly engaged as she takes Daisy’s hand, “certainly.” She expects her to move towards the way she came in, but navigates her own home as if she’s been here before. Maybe that is a little concerning! Then again, Daisy is a unique soul and doesn’t seem to follow direction, only the spirit of her feet. Once they reach the stables, she declines to hurry the interaction along and lets Daisy lead the conversation now. It seems she is in no rush to return to planning her own wedding.

Daisy prances along, swaying their hands effortlessly as if that burden of a shackle isn't weighing her friend down. "Your life is yours." The druid doesn't know what Cynarith's eyes are hiding with their masking smiles, but she won't ask about things that aren't her business. She'll only hum along as they move past the elegant horses and their beautiful stable to the meadow's thicket. "Please hold this." A shiny, red apple is pulled from her bag and held out to Cynarith. "She likes these ones best."

Cynarith only smiles sweetly down at Daisy. She knows she shouldn’t advertise too much that she’s unhappy with the arrangement because then people shall talk and this would all have been for nothing. “That it is,” but what is it she really wants? She doesn’t even know anymore. This life? The happy horses they pass give her new purpose… it’s all so they have the very best- that’s right! Maybe if she only focuses on their needs, this doesn’t have to be so bad. “Oh, is it now?” Cynarith is curious to see who this ‘she’ is! Oh my… could it be a horse!? Her heart beats with anticipation.

Daisy grins widely as Cynarith makes those silent guesses that shove away all despair and worry from her now genuinely brightened eyes. The woman does love horses and who better to take care of such a special creature? They slowly move closer to the dark thicket, where a snort and ground stomp can be heard. "She needs a safe home." Daisy whistles softly and encourages the beast to come out with gentle whispers of reassurance. A shiny, black stygian unicorn mare with folded wings slowly emerges from the shadows and stares at the two. The kitten is already trusted, but the woman is studied for a moment before spotting the beloved treat. Feline's trust brings the mare close enough to touch.

Cynarith is speechless once the unicorn parts the shadows enough to peek out and then it trots over for the snack. While holding back tears, she makes sure to emanate an open and calming aura so the unicorn feels the same as she holds the apple in place for the mare to chomp. “My word Daisy,” her honeyed timber so delicate and soft as she nearly whispers. “I…” she swallows hard and her slightly dimpled chin quivers as she loses what she means to say. The apple is consumed and the mare rests his nuzzle against her palm, inspecting the unique scent that Cynarith carries. It decides to get more familiar with the expansive meadow and slowly trots away. Cynarith slumps down into Daisy in an embrace as her shoulders slightly quiver with emotion. “I recently had a mare with a black coat pass away by the name of Blayke. This is one of the most thoughtful gifts anyone has ever given me,” she admits in a whisper. Then she slips herself from Daisy while sniffling and whipping her tears, “I’m sorry, the death of the mare is still quite raw for me. I don’t mean to gush.” As she watches the majestic creature with a smile, she gently clears her throat to say, “I think I may call her… Glory.”

Daisy holds Cynarith for as long as she needs, purring softly into the embrace to help ease the ache. She didn't expect it to have such an impact, but she's glad to have brought a little joy to the woman. "Your happy is pretty." She looks over at Glory and smiles. "It is a good name."

Cynarith blushes and smiles coyly at Daisy’s comment of happy looking pretty on her. “I just… thank you so much Daisy.” As if to solidly the name, Glory gives her massive black as night wings a stretch and it catches the rays coming off Kafzhash and it almost looks like diamonds glitter within the darkness. What a beautiful beast indeed! Cynarith gasps in awe as they watch the unicorn get acquainted with its new home.