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prof-peach · 4 years

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Hello Professor! Regarding Bellossom, what sort of culture do they have? They seem to almost worship the sun! Is there anything you can share from your own group?

From what I have observed they tend to be very focused on a strong group hierarchy. Each member being assigned to a position that suits them, delegated by a leader Bellossom. They tend to choose amongst themselves but can have intense rivalries over being the groups leader, going through great lengths to prove themselves. Some show off in battle, others in wisdom, even dancing really well can result in being elected the top dog. They tend to favour elegance over aggression, and can be quite level heads when choosing their next leader.

They have rituals surrounding the sun, yes. This is something that has been observed in many groups all over the world. They reek to be very aware that their bodies draw energy and life from the suns rays. They have built myths and legends of their own around it, and tend to spend around two hours a day at the least using creative dances to show appreciation to the sun. Most follow along and enjoy the routine, some stay quietly to one side of the festivities, and others simply disregard old tales. Hatched and home grown oddish lines tend to be less familiar with these behaviours, it’s the wild Pokemon who perform this ritual dancing and praise the most, and they tell their stories to their young, so it gets passed along. This is one of many reasons why you should always let your Pokemon try to interact with their own kind, so they too can learn about their species ways and habits. Each Pokemon has its own legendary battles and tales of old, and they deserve to learn about it.

sickly or injured belossom will perform a sorrowful wailing song, it can echo across the area for up to a mile, calling for aid of its family. Should a belossom pass away, they have their own ways of paying respects. A group of 5 or more will be able to dance together to grow plant life in the near by radius in a super-fast way, forcing all of them to bloom at unnatural times, one final big burst of colour and scent. In the centre is usually the fallen Bellossom, buried and out back to the earth. From his or her body, seedlings will sprout in the next spring. With no memory of their former self, but similar characteristics. You get around 3-5 oddish from one Bellossom who has died. Once over, the floral display will usually leave a lot of plants exhausted, and some may even die, giving space for new plants to grow in their place. The passing of Bellossom is part of a healthy forests ecosystem, as their bodies are full of stored carbon, and rich nitrogen, ready to give back to the woodland. It is a sad thing yes, but part of the circle, they do their part, we just have to stand back and observe.

Within a group you’ll get different roles. You have the leader, one who is chosen by the others in a vote, usually strong and/or wise. Their role includes delegating jobs, defusing tension, and de-escalating any aggression or disputes. They are there to help their family, and defend their young. There’s then the council, a number of Bellossom, and sometimes vileplume of course, who lead each jobs roles. They can report news, keep the leader informed, and tend to discuss any issues with each other to come to some kind of agreement. The roles this council oversee are varied,but on average the group will have foragers, Bellossom who gather foods, scouts, those who monitor the area, keep the group safe, and run messages to and from leaders of various roles. There’s usually a old female who will pass on medicinal knowledge of wild plants. Theres guards, fighters in the group to fend off foes. Child-watching Bellossom, the most patient, a few who oversee the education and care of the youngest oddish who still need help. Let’s see, who else, sometimes you’ll get a group male, but on average the women group up and the men go off and fend for themselves, with the exception of the very old males, who tend to settle with a group once at retirement age.

Mating is a grand display, one that a whole group will gather for, and like a regal play, the local males will one by one come up and perform an exquisite dance and sometimes song, to show off their power and agility, in hopes of a female choosing him. Egg gestation is roughly 2 months, they produce clutches between 2 to 4 eggs on average, and if conditions are right, they can also produce seeds, a different way to get oddish from the parent pokemon. Wild Bellossom produce seed more than eggs, as they tend to wander a large area, and can leave the seeds someplace safe to grow, and come back for them when they’re older, and almost out of the ground, as opposed to carrying eggs around. With eggs, it puts the Pokemon at a tactical disadvantage to travel with them, and makes they easy targets for predators, especially if they have a large clutch. Captive Bellossom will usually trust their trainers with eggs, letting the parental Pokemon forage and go about it’s busy day without worrying over its young.

Personality wise they vary widely, some being cocky and arrogant, others gentle and kind, and everything in between. They are expressive, and often let their thoughts be heard as opposed to bottling things up, (dragon and fighting types for example are known to bottle up their feelings statistically more than other groups). This is probably due to Bellossom’s naturally calm nature when dealing with issues, and a tendency to want to try to resolve problems in a fair and reasonable way.

They are known to court other species, and can hybridise with many grass types, making for really beautiful variants. They don’t tend to be very fussy about their soil types, and roam in the wild, making them good to travel with, this makes them an excellent grass type to end up with on your adventures. Unlike Vileplume, they are able to take a frost, and come back in the spring perfectly healthy. It’s not wise to let them stay in the cold, but should they become burnt by it, cut the dead bits off of any foliage they have, you can remove their flowers if they’ve gone brown and/or mushy, and in the warmer months they will grow back just as beautiful as they were.

This is what I got, had to slim it down a bit but I hope you feel more informed of their behaviours. They are very interesting Pokemon to observe, and I highly suggest you try to one day for yourself!

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yolandajulius · 5 years

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Answered Prayer

Oopsa semi-sequel.

Only more fighty-- AND AN AU AAAYYYyyyyy i suck, sorry, I’ll go sit in Bad Mun Jail.

He couldn't sleep again.

Noudenet rose from his bed silenttly, slipping his feet into the soft slippers he stowed in his cell and drew his robe about him in silence as he moved about to try to work out how to return to sleep. He was troubled, but dare not speak to the Archbishop -- they technically weren't meant to court anyone, let alone nonbelievers, but...

But she always offered him the freest smiles, and the most honest communication and it was driving him mad, trying to decide between his duty and his heart. He silently chose tocheck the sun and a clock, finding it early enough just to rise for the day -- a mixed blessing, but not one he refused -- and moved to dress himself in his vestments, studying each piece of fabric and protection with a silent gaze of concern.

He dreamed of it so often now he was troubled. Of sweeping her away from the Dragonsong before some Horde dragon deigned attack his violet, before the cold drew colder and threatened her health, or, he feared, she left to the warmer climes in the rest of Eorzera never to return. He dreamed of sweeping her to him, and taking her to those climes -- the Shroud, perhasps, to study conjury and the aetheric aplications of his work in the forest; letting her have a stable home there, perhaps, aiding her in a cafe of some kind. He could plant anything, perhaps, she felt in her heart was attractive; flowers, herbs, trees -- they could be hapy then, away from the dichotemy of the believers and non-believers -- nobody cared if they were of one faith. If he was of the Hreavens' Ward at anytime. Noudenet could provide openly, give her everything she deserved...

But could he turn away from his people? No. He could not and she often worried about interfering. She didn't and he was always quick to soothe her fears, but he was at a loss, and the conjurer made his way to the primary Sanctuary of the Vault, the portion that held services and confessions, and knelt in the pews to pray in silence.

Halone, guide him -- he dared not chase a wild fantasy lest he cross some unspoken line to creatye a weakness for Ishgardm, but neither too did he seek to break his violet's heart. He was trapped between his honor and his heart and did not know what he might do. Noudenet was lost, and he did not know to whom he might turn.

Those entering the cathedral so early were nostly the priests, and a small handful of his brothers whom were particularly pious; Noudenet knew the sounds of theiur footsteps well and could guage whom was whom be theur steps alon. Charibert entered briskly, scenting of cinnamon, incense, and wood smoke -- his quarters offered a fireplace Noudenet often watched him ignite for scipture studies, and the man preferred keeping his room a sanctuary from the burly of the outside. He was focused as ever, and scented more than average of cinnamon -- meaning he'd been stressed and soaking in his bath more than average the night prior. Haumeric was next, a bore. The man was far more reverent and careful, walking with slow pace and reverent posture, taking a kneel in a pew nearby to offer prayers. The man was as devout as any, maybe moreso, and focused on the less fortuanate. He scented cold and biutter. Sers Janlenoux and Adelphel then entered together, side by side and-- the faint sound of metal on metal indicated they'd come hand in....

Hand./

Noudenet felt his breath waver as he listened to the inseperable pair of knights enter and sit themselves for prayer near the back, and contemplated.

They. Of any of his brothers, they might yet know of what troubled him. Long had he and the others suyspected they were involved in a chaste but loving relationship, and if any might offer him advice, it was one of them.

Noudenet waited in prayer as the morniung prayers carried several long minutrs before concluding, and he was quick to rise, silently moving for the Sers Janlenoux and Adelphel with porpuse, light trickling in to join the candles of the Vault as he reached, fingers touching Ser Adelphel's wrist silently, and the young knight paused, looking to him curiously. Noudenet felt Janlenoux's gaze boring into him immediately as if demanding what he wanted, and Noudenet spoke with a low voice.

"Brother, wait. I would seek your and Ser Janlenoux's council on a matter I dare not speak of to any others of import to me, if I may."

Silence, but Adelphel turned his gaze to the other man's, and Janlenoux nodded in silent understanding -- Adelphel then nodding.

"Ser Janlenoux has affairs to tend to, but I am happy to offer the aid I can." Thre younger knight said, and Noudenet nodded gratefully as the blonde guided him to his cell to speak in private. N0oudenet was grateful for the privacy considerations, sitting as bidden as Adelphel gathered a coffee for both as Noudenet sighed.

"Brother, you and Ser Janlenoux are amorous, correct?" Noudenet asked. Adelphel startled, turning to Noudenet to speak, but the conjurer shook his head.

"No, no, I mean no ill will, but I must know." He explained. Adelphel blinked in confusion as he adjusted the coffee, and sighhed.

"I... Well... We are, brother, but not so far as perhaps Ser Grinnaux or Ser Paulecraine can be." He sighed, before blinking, lighting up. "Oh! Don't tyell me you have eyes for someone of us, do you?"

Noudenet smiled. While he had considered Grinnaux or Paulecraine's adbvice, he also... Well, the conjurer really didn't want to deal with their boorish behaviour or efforts to.... 'Help.

"Not among my brothers no." Noudenet chuckld good naturedly before growing somber. "It is a young woman not of Ishgard whom has me quite tyaken and I am... At a loss. I would not seek to turn on my country and flee, but I would not lose her, either."

Adelp[hel listened respectfully, offering the other coffee patiently before he sipped his own in thought.

"An outsiuder.... Oh, that woman you keep visiting qwith dfaily?" Adelphel's tone grew lilting, gently ribbing Noudenet, the conjurer tensing a moment before the young knight could simply smile.

"We have no control of our hearts, brother. If it troubles you, talk to her. Iam sure a good woman would be willing to listen. Becides, brother, she shares her creations. If you are so taken, talk to her."

"I do. She knows my station. I'm more afraid... She will be harmed if she remained." Noudenet fingered his mug, looking into the black liquid for answers, as Adelphel watched him in silence. The blonde was contemplative, studying Noudenet thoughtfully before taking a hand off his mug andmoving, placing it on Noudenet's shoulder soothingly.

"The Archbishop won't be angry, you know. He's well awae of Janlenoux and I, and Paulecraine and Grinnaux. He just wants to help make Ishgard better so there is a safe haven for this, brother. He can help, I promise -- especially if she understand your position. I'm sure the Archbishop would appreciate support from outsiders. Ours is a rightious cause."

Adelphel smiled serenely, as sure as anything in his advice, and Noudenet considered silently, sipping his coffee before grimacing. There was a faintly metallic aftertaste he noticed. He'd thought that he tasted his cups in the coffee -- but Adelphel's cups were ceramic, and there was no reason to taste thus, Noudenet lowering his cup and sizing it up slowly.

"Brother?" Noudenet said slowly. "What did you use making this?"

Adelphel remained serene, smiling warmly as he hummed, head tilting.

"Birch Syrup, why?" The paladin said, voice almost an unnatural melody as he blinked. "Is something wrong? Do you need cream or milk, brother?"

Noudenet felt his muscles tensing as the hairs on the back of his neck rose. He was a healer, trained in knowing poisons and toxins, to know how things ought taste, and this.... Was not proper coffee. Something was done to it, and Noudenet forced himself to parse his mind for what it might be.

"Brother." Noudenet's voice began taking an efge as he lowered the mug, Adelphel tilting his head in question. "What did you pit in the coffee. Do not tell me nothing -- what poison is this?"

Adelphel studied him slowly, before a serene smile gave way to a pleased one.

"Oh... The Archbishop added some dragon's blood that we might know our foes better."

The mug fell with a crash, Noudenet raising Imagination defensively.

"Dragon's Blood is a drug. forbidden by Halone." Noudenet hissed sharply. The hairs on his neck continued pricking, the conjurer studying Adelphel's gaze. Something looked unnatural in his eyers then, his smile too pleased, eyes too bright, and Noudenet prepared a stone spell when hje was shoved abruptly into the wall moments before thick smoke was a breif warning of flame, flame that all but obliterated the door to the cell.

Ser Charibert had been pleasantly curious at Noudenet's need to speak to Adekphel and Janlenoux. Perhjaps concern, with how unnaturally calm Adelkphel suddenly became with the trying times around them; perhaps other matters. His affection for the outsider had been -- well, surprising, but Chjaribert intended to speak to him after, unsure if he wanted to murder his brother in arms, or see if he might help him explain some things -- but now, not now. Now he could confirm, Adelphel was acting unusually and the man had pinned the source on the Arcjhbishop. Halone save them all, even the explosive Ser Charibert, first inquisitor and man of the cloth was terrified to know it went so high, but he worried not of how. Now, his brother needed aid fleeing Ser Adelphel's heresies before he was tainted more, and knowing he too likely was exposed only fuelled the rage the First Inquisitor felt.

"Heresy!" Chjaribert was snarling, and Noudenet wasn't sure at whom, but the abrupt appearance of his brother was met with releif and alarm, Noudenet refusing to leave the inquisitor as he raised Imagination, hurtling a stone at Ser Adelphel before wincing. Cjharibert did not once lower his guard, hjis staff raised in defense.

"Heretic!" Charibert snarled, advancing for Adelphel as the paladin began raising, dishevelled but smiling eagerly as a pup to Charibert.

"Brother! I was going to speak to you!" He greeted Charibert as if naught was wrong, and the fiery man hissed, glancing top Noudenet pointedly. Noudenet caught it, but hesitated momentarily before another stone flew to Adelphel in panic. The normal finesse was gone, but Charibert didn't budge, instead his voice a snarl.

"Sickness is to be purged this morn, Ser Noudenet." Charibert hissed slowly. "Go to her. I will see to it you have an ample head start to reach the woman." A pause. "Please, tell her what is occuring. And perhaps that there is no shame in love, save the failure to communicate. Go. NOW."

Noudenet was silent several moments, before grunting affirmation, rushing from the hall as he listened. Several brothers were running to investiugate and Charibert was audibly enraged -- but he dared not look back. He understood both messages and had to chuckle, if weakly. Ser Charibert, of all men. He had to admit he'd wondered how he'd acquired some of her efforts at pork buns a few times and it was thin consolation the inquisitor didn't look ill on him. And Yolanda was young, and from what either likely knew, didn't know how to handle a loving heart. Noudenet would ensure the message was passed with utmost tenderness, but for now he was rushing from the Vault, moving for Yolanda with porpouse. It was early in the morning, meaning she was preparing to go to the market for cooking materials, and so Noudenet moved for the last vigil with porpuse.

She had stepped out and was greeting the knight by the door pleasantly, a smile on her face that was sure to fade in moments, but Noudenet did not think to fret over it as he rushed to her, Yolanda swiftly looking to him in concern as it indeed faded from a smile to apprehension, the knights styartling at his unexpected appearance.,

"Yolanda. Violet." Noudenet breathed, pausing to listen. He could hear steps moving their way, heavy, rapidly moving -- possibly Adelkphel, if Charibert hadn't subdued him, but more likely someone else of the Ward, and Noudenet pulled Yolanda into an embrace tiughtlky.

"Yolanda, we have to find somewqhere safe. Something is-- wrong with my brothers." He fgelt his voice shake as he realized he had to tell her Charibert had attacked Adelphel. "Ser Charibert -- He's challenged Adelphel for heresy. There was dragon's blood in thge drink, something is -- Adelphel was not right. I am being chased, we have toi leave for someplace safe." Noudenet realized he wasn't communicating clearly, though, and he looked towards the sounds of steps before Yolanda nodded to him, turning to the knights.

"We-- he can hide inside, right?" The young woman asked sadly. There were awkward looks, but the knight motioned for Noudenet to follow, leading him to the interior of the House upon opening the door, and then for Count Edmont, Noudenet felt releif wash him, before looking. Yolanda has not followed.

Yolanda clutched at her lance tightly, eyes focusing on the paths from the Vault to the Vigil, blues rapt in attention after getting Noudenet inside. Charibert would nmever attack without cause, even if he was quick to cry heresy -- these were his brother knights, both his and Noudenet, and that Charibert had encouraged Noudenet flee.... Was troubling to the cheery woman. Still, it meant they would send someone adept at handling a mage on par with Noudenet, and Yolie was far from that in terms of skill with the lance. She was a hunter first, and barely a warrior save self defense, but now, with her parent figures attemptng to broker peace in Dravania and herself alone to protect even one of the men she loved, Yolanda felt a strange sense of defe3nsiveness -- a hostility she never felt for her gellow Spoken, and yet here, now, her blood boiled and she called to her chocobo with a Gystal green in hand, the golden bird striding close in curiousity, brown eyes studying the green as a figure in whitye and blue drew near.

Ser Janlenoux hadn't seen the woman before, but he knew this was what Ser Noudenet had wished to speak of before so horribly attacking his Adelphel for merely seeking to bring him to the peace the Archbishop offered, and he'd gotten Ser Charibert to attack. Messy business, truly -- but the order to collect Noudenet clear. IOf the woman was here, he may have run here, and the man shifted grin on his shield patiently. This was a non-believer, a Garlean, it seemed, with a rather weak lance and no regard for proper protocol of combat, but her defensiveness meant Noudenet was near and Ser Janlenoux regarded her as little more than a curiousity.

"Where is Ser Noudenet?" Janlenoux asked patiently. Surely this woman would know challenging him was a moot point, if she listened to Noudenet at all or truly knew what the Ward was. Instead she regarded him a moment and hummed. She looked to her chocobo, then Janlenoux with a confused look, head tilting.

"I don't know. Do you know Sunflower?" Yolie looked to the bird innocently, the great golden chocobo chirruping a moment before watching the Paladin cautiously, and Yolanda shrugged.

"I'm sorry good Ser, I simply haven't seen him today." Yolanda responded innocently. For a moment, Janlenoux considered. It was possible... Then he regarded her lance.

"Why would a young woman carry a weapon this morning?" He asked then. Yolanda hummed.

"I make ready to hunt meat to prepare for eating later." She responded, but her tone and posture weren't that of a Hunter.

Yolanda glanced as the knight returned, eying Ser Janlenoux anxiously before looking to her, whispering.

"Count Edmont is speaking with him now and bids we wait for the return of the diplomatic party sent to Dravania before we can act on this." The knight whispered. Yolanda nodded, then frowned, whispering back.

"Kind of have a paladin here, Ser. What do we do?"

"We... We cannot deny him entry. If he asks..."

Yolanda hummed then, eying Ser Janlenoux cooly.

"He's not here, I said. Go away."

The guards blinked in surprise at the woman's tone of certainty. They could not deny a Ward Knight entry, but she was.... Standing her ground? Hadn't they been told she was dominantly a pacifist? Still Janlenoux regarded her several moments before shifting.

"Then I would ask you accompany me to the Archbishop; he has attacked a fellow brither and we would know why." Janlenoux drawled. Yolanda tensed, grimacing sharply. He was trying to lay a trap, clearly,and Yolanda huffed.

"I will not. You have no cause to assume I would know what he does at all hours, let alone of this attack you speak of. What you describe is heresy, which Ser Noudenet is incapable of." Her response was a hiss, her posture shifting as her hackles raised, and Janlenoux regarded her appraisingly. Defensive position. Her limbs were ticked close and she was remaining near the entrance; she kept her weapon close and her chocobo was apprehensive -- tell tale signs of defense. Janlenous took a moment to absorb her observation, and then sneered disdainfully.

"No nonbeliever can claim to know what is and is not heresy." He finally snappedf. "Your ignorance is shameful."

Yolanda huffed.

"And I already told you to bugger off." She snarled back, unable to contain the irritation building with the unusual urge to simply tear his face off for thinking of touching Noudenet. It reminded her of people whom asked if she was a traitor who might betray Eorzea as well, and she didn't know what to do with how close to the surface it was. She didn't know this feeling, bar the rage it was feeding. And then Janlenoux scowled grimlyu.

"I don't recall offering an option of refusal, however." The paladin growled thern, and Yolie raised her lance as he grinned. "Where is he, heathen? Tell me and I'll make sure you don't enter a hell this day."

"I'll tell you again, I've not seen him and you will not touch me." She then hissed, eyes flashiung dangerously, the guards moving from her slowly. Janlenoix motioned, gesturing with his blade.

"Then I've no chouice but to charge you with heresy and claim my right to Trial by Combat." Janlenoux responded. Yolanda huffed.

"So be it."

Janlenoux laughed bitterly then.

"Tribunal or here and now, woman?" He trilled. "To find your champion like that lalafellin woman."

That was when Yolanda's face seemed to warp and twist from the tense expression to a terrifying smile, blues locking on him with a sharpness that even he recognized was not natural for her.

The pair remained still before Yolanda motioned to her chocobo and the paladin launched for her, the woman suddenly light on her feet to dart about, avoiding his blade rapidly as she brought her lance up. She fought defensively,, eyes locked on the Paladin as he continued to attack, the pair feeling one another oiut. Janlenoux was calm, almost too calm for a man suddenly engaged in trial by combat, the guards noted to themselves. He was the more experienced fighter by far, the lancer moving to avoid or block his blade, although even defensively she was imperfect, lacking in proper footwork at points, but.... They noted the sweet, kindly lady whom enjoyed greeting them ere she passed was no fainting violet. What she lacked in skill was made up for her reaction time. A hunter first indeed, she responded to his movements with the eyes of one avccustomed to unpredictable, deadly game -- she was no slouch fighting a beast and her expression was visibly reading Janlenoux as such. Be it her breeding, or be it some otherworldly touch, the woman's lance didn't crumble to a swift death -- the cold metal held against Janlenous' ferocity, matched by her own half-wild combat when he shifted to block a sudden strike. The shift to offense spoke she'd thought she'd seen an opening, but she knew not the ferocity and guile it took to battle a dragon, and those all knights trained for. Janlenoux was a swift, decisive fighter, moving to lunge as she recovered from striking. She was no Dragoon, she could not take to the skies to dodge, merely dart, jumping and fighting to avoid the aggression he came for her blood with, and his felt it as his blade cut through skin, watched the red creep to the surface. She dropped rapidly, intyernally panicking but expression cold and ruthless before her mind turned. It felkt like minutes but was only a second as her cooking oil spilt around them -- a slick substance that burnt easily and lightly flavored food.

She was a Garlean. Garleans bore no magic, and suddenly she shifted a bottle of Sour Red to her hit, bringing her lance again to bear against Janlenous' sword as she felt her injury burn, and discreetly uncorked the wine, rushing past to try striking from behind, wine gushing to the ground after her. Janlenoux spun, drawing up his shield before her charged, Yolanda trying to dodge aside as she shifted her fingers, feeling the flint drop obediently into her hands. Flint against a metakl surface just right wrought sparks. She turned the flint once in her oil-soaked hand, feeling the substance coat areas of the stone and she shifted, gasping as the paladin suddenly moved, slamming his shield into her as she snapped flint against the uncoated tip of a finger and slammed down, sdwiping with her lance. She had to get a spark, she was going to lose if she didn't get a spark, and the faint ticking of flint on armor plate was muted by a lance blocking a sword of finer make, the woman snarling. She had to win, or else he'd fine....

Fresh anger welled through even as she was bleeding, but then a sudden crackle in hger hand as heat told her therte was flame -- flame she threw at the stuynned paladin before the ground ignited with hungry flames, the guards starting back to seek water as the fire rushed to claim the wine and oil greedily, Janlenoux lookingat the sudden, percieved hellfiure in stunned alarm, eying the Garlean. Yolie's eyes remained locked as she bared her teeth at the paladin with the ferocity of a feral animal -- the paladin unable to shake the rumours of Garlean savagery. Here they were, embodied in the frame of a Garleran whom not only challenged a superiuor warrior but also seemed to command flame as any magic-capable spoken. The Paladin stepped back in alarm, then grunted as her lance found purchase lashing at his side, the woman suddenly closing in.

"You lost, and I'd prtefer not cause the Vault undue duress sending anyone back in a coffin. Go." The woman hissed. Janlenoux whezed, bnefore sklashing a final time bnefore bolting to return. The Archbishop ewould not nbe pleased, but the woman had summoned flames -- a woman whom nevert shared sign of magic anility, coming of a non-magic race. This was a warning, potentially from the Fury -- or worse, he did not know, nor did he darte remain to ask.

The flames dfied quickly after the blue maned paladin fled, and Yolie wheezed as her injuries caught up, seeping redf as she breathed, helping to put out the flames before lifting the flint, wiping it down. She was injurted, both by blade and, alas for how she'd had to terrify the Paladin, by burns, leaving her to begin feeling light headed as she nodded to her chocobo and moved to enter the mansion to see what was occuring within and report the attempt to seize her. She was cleared, but she felt her head swimming, and only made it to the foyer before she had to lean on her lance, sinking to kneel in pain, feeling guilt at the red dribbling after her as her vision swam.

Noudenet had sense enough not to allow himnself to be seen through the wuindows, and skill enough to peer out to see Yolanda's fight with Janlenoux, and the wisdoim to know he'd challenged her to Trial by Combat -- and he'd felt his blood turn cold knowing he'd put her in the path of the man immediately. However, he was grateful she had thought to ignite the ground, even if she had begun to catch when the flames were put out, and grateful her deception drove Janlenoux off enough to earn her victory, but that did not alter the fact she was severely wounded defending him -- and herself, or the unmistakeable red rivulets dribbling lethargically from key points on her body. Janlenous had aimed for weakening the enraged woman, and Noudenet had no doubts adrenaline kept her standing long enough to come in, that rage had pushed her to steal a thin margin of victory, but now she was inside, she was coming down, and bleeding.

Part of him blamed himself for the injuries she sustained and he moved to her deftly, kneeling to place his hands on her body, face pressing in next tpo hers as he willed the arcane energies he commanded to obey, to let him treat her wounds with the healing magics he knew. He would not let his violet die for him, nor for Charibert -- and for his brother Noudenet worried still, knowing him trapped in the Vault with whom knew how many of their brothers. If they had both fled, then, would she be so hurt? Or would they have fought their brothers? How many were possessed of some unholy grip now anyhow? Noudenet's stomach turned but did not loose their contents -- he had already done so speaking to the Count, and was grateful he was hidden. Still now, he kept his hands on the Garlean woman, medical knowledge swiftly reminding jhim she was covered in cooking oil, and he instinctively barked orders to the staff -- she needed clean clothing, and the conjurer began to pull the damaged, soiled armor from her. She surely had planned to enter hazardous areas to bear iut, only iut had barely protected her. It was clearly light, and not fit to battle another Spoken, sparse plate shielding the most vital points, but thick leather that easily caved to the deadly sword Janlenoux bore, and Noudenet removed what he could while trying to preserve her modesty, nodding as the requested items came. He thought nothing as he swiftly changed her into clean garb, if only after using clean fabric to clean her wounds even as his magic took hold to soothe her wounds. His touch was careful as he checked for more wounds, and then rose, lifting his violet in his arms to carry to the sofa, disregarding the abandoned armor as he sat, pulling her head to his breast and allowed her simplyto listen to his breathing and heart as he quietly cast another healing spell. He wanted to question why, why the archbishop was giving them dragons' blood, why they dared to chase him, what was going on. His mind was heavy with the reminder Ser Charibert had attacked Ser Adelphel to enable him to escape,fearing for the other man who.

They loved the same woman and she tjhem. Perhaps she assumed they spoke of uit, perhaps she wasn't sure how to handle loving so, but he didn't feel he could begrudge her any more than Ser Charibert. Even he had admired the man in a respect andf he could see how others might. FGingers ran through her hair as the healing spells took effect, mending wounds he knew may scar,and he held her to him, mind turning over the fact she'd fought not for herself alone but to protect him, and with a ferocity only whispered of regarding all Garleans -- his delicate, no. His gentle, kind and loving violet was capable of a wild, untamed ferocity that Ser Noudenet did not know her capable of, and he pressed his lips to the top of her head, allowing himself to be touched by the fact she chose to express such ferocity to protect him. Ahw responded with a deep[ sigh. She was still concious, and slowly blearly blue eyes searched for his own gaze, turning on him in concern even though she'd just been fighting, and the conjurer sighed, nosing at her softly.

"I am safe, my violet, but I daresay I forgot Ser Charibert's message. He wishes you please remember that there is no shame in love, so long as you communicate, and hide no secrets." A pause, and he frowned. "He bought me time to flee the Vault after Ser Adelphel tried giving me coffee laced with dragon's blood. I know not what they plan, but that the Archbishop and several brothers sought this heresy, I... Am worried, my violet. I know not if the brothers coming were to help him, or subdue him, but Ser Adelphel was abnormal -- something about him. Ser Charibert drove him from me. Thaty Ser Janlenoux targeted you to find me is...."

"I'm sorry.Iwas scared.": Yolie said, slow, sluggishly. She had lost blood, and her body craved rest to mend and restore it, spells or not, and Ser Noudenet pulled her closer, sighing gently.

"You did not know, and you claim no family until recently, so you were not taught how to handle your abilityto love. You cannot be faulted for loving many as much as for being Garlean. It is a part of you that you can learn to handle with time, violet. And you will learn, of thatI am sure -- but for now you need to rest, and to mend." The conjurer pressed a hand over her eyes then.

"You need to heal and recover my flower."

"It is the twelvedamned morning." Yolanda muttered, almost slurring her words, and Noudenet crooned.

"And you were injured and need rest from a duel. You fought for your life, now please keep it and rest. I'll be here when you wake, my violet. I won't leave your side." The conjurer sighed, moving to gently encourage her to shut her eyes, and settled. "Rest my flower, rest and wake refreshed. Hopefully, soon, we can discuss matters with your guardians."

His answer was a muffled, slurred noise, the blonde woman falling asleep in his arms as Ser Noudenet sighed.

One and a hsalf bells, and the man had an answer from the Fury. And somehow, he doubted this was over.

#Brain Vomit #Sweethearts #IDK this AU is hard to name so this works #Bonus Charibert Adelphel and Janlenoux #WHOOPS?

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