K von Carstein
Likes to go for a walk
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[X] Solar
Either of these work, one because it suits Grace and one because it precisely doesn't. For that reason,[ ] Sidereal
A deceptively sleepy looking tower, obscured by ornamental foliage and shrouded in vines, the noise of the city outside completely cut off. It appears larger and more luxurious from the inside.
[ ] Solar
An airy, open structure built around a central garden thick with exotic plants and water features, the different structures connected by bridges and covered walkways. It seems to be highly opinionated.
Pretty much, yeah.This is both ironic for a Bronze Faction member and Grace's predecessor was Gold faction iirc so it even makes sense!
I have a suspicion that a celestial-aspected manse in Heaven just has a fundamental vibe that can't really be concealed or substantially modified by any amount of normal interior decorating.Or if the housing market in heaven is terrible they've at least had time to redecorate
"In a fight, right?""What?" Lew demands. "You think I couldn't take Silver?"
"Let's not find out," you say. At least he's too angry to turn this into an excuse for innuendo.
He's both younger, more recently exalted, of a higher original social class (i.e. more used to speaking directly and getting his way as a local elite than she, as a mortal servant who had to carefully navigate the whims of those with power of live and death over her, did), and of a different caste (focused on the endings of things and people rather than their ongoing relationships).Lew is pretty funny, but not a great sport compared to Grace, I feel.
It's called gap moe, and it's probably a martial art.OMG. Lew is Failboy. Even when wins, he does so in a way that causes problems.
s/for/to/How dare Lew speak to our grandpa with such disrespect after everything Kejak did for Creation!
If I call him a silver fox, will I wake up to find an Anathema eating my heart for the political implications?
Yeah.He's both younger, more recently exalted, of a higher original social class (i.e. more used to speaking directly and getting his way as a local elite than she, as a mortal servant who had to carefully navigate the whims of those with power of live and death over her, did)
Article: Under Medoan rule, many loyal families of land-owning gentry became aristocratic vojvadas. Over time, the Cosmir, Radju, and Stojca families established their power as greater vojvadas — intermediaries between Medo and the lesser vojvadas. They divide Clovina between them, mediating feuds between lesser vojvadas and assembling in the city Tears-of-Beauty to discuss collective concerns. The Realm left this system intact, playing the vojvadas against one another to defuse rebellions before they begin.
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Stojca: Living in pine forests and foothills along the western border, the Stojca oversee Clovina's lumber and charcoal production. Deeply stubborn and traditionalist, they cling fiercely to propriety and ritual. They rarely bother with lowland politics, focusing on threats from the hills and in the night, which they address with paranoid ruthlessness.
Oh right, I neglected to comment: if the manse does literally talk to the inhabitants, what will be really funny is Lohna being steadily radicalized towards political opposition to her daughter.
I wouldn't say it's a given the house is much concerned with modern bureaucracy politics. Based on it's description, it feels more like wise, doting yet brutally honest Aunty, who just wants her foolish Sidereal to let her hair down.Oh right, I neglected to comment: if the manse does literally talk to the inhabitants, what will be really funny is Lohna being steadily radicalized towards political opposition to her daughter.
The first conversation between them:House: Graaace!!! Your always working! I'm a swanky Solar Manse with all the best exotic decor, but you never throw any parties to show me off! Damn it girl get your social on!
Grace: but we're spread so thin, the bureaucracy of heaven needs me to-
House: sit your ass down before you open your wounds again? Write a bunch letters so you can invite anyone who can give you the downlow on that Lunar your obsessed with here to gossip over those fancy liquors your always being gifted but never drink? Invite a few gods to bless your recovery, health, and peace of mind?
Grace: That-
House: Nope!
Grace: But I could be-
House: You know you shouldn't.
Grace: you can't just-
House: I can, I am. Grace I been looking after your hopeless reincarnations for a long, long time, and if you think that's about to change, you just plain crazy. Now I was real obliging at first, but you ain't the same fragile newbie, so now I'm breaking out the tough love, so grit those teeth, and get ready to spend some time being pampered~!!
You don't know what you'd do, if one of the women Ambraea loves were killed during an operation you planned and coordinated.
Peleps relies on Bittern's drydocks and shipyards to build and maintain their ships. If this attack were to succeed, if Bittern were destroyed and that capacity and expertise along with it, they would very likely do something very rash. With the Realm already steadily hurtling toward civil war, why would they wait another two years for the Throne to be officially declared vacant, letting their ships deteriorate and their strained financial straits worsen? Under such circumstances, it is not difficult to imagine the bloodthirsty old women of the Admiralty Board turning a hungry gaze on House V'neef's shipyards in Eagle's Launch, dragging their allies into a war that no one is entirely prepared to fight.
It's what Venus would want.
Which planet/god oversees irrational gestures of affection and what do they want for adorable Amiti and Ambraea scenes?