January Camila Catchall

[loveschasinglost]

Who: Camila and you, if you like.
When: January
Where: Various locations around Rosavelle.
What: Imprintwork, quests for obscure magic, sparring matches, and even more.
Warnings: Continued emotional repression and awkwardness, trauma connected to past military service. Will update as needed.

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Dawnfield Grounds | Special Sparring (Closed to Saint-Germain)

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It was an early morning on the palace grounds, the morning light left cold and grey with the clouds that rendered the sky cold and brooding. Camila stretched, breath turning to fog as she went through her usual warmup.

But this wasn't her usual sparring match for the day, was it? Today, she would try her best to show her stuff, to highlight her skill with blade and lightning alike. She shifted, running through her forms once more. And yet...

Why was part of her nervous? It was a feeling she could not quite shift in her mind, a sense of ambiguity, of unease. What was it she sought in this battle? For that matter, what was it Saint-Germain sought from this? Understanding was one thing, but... would this new alchemy bring her any closer to overcoming the one she sought?

...it had to. She needed this, somehow.

Amourian Library | Lapine Learning (Closed to Rose Quartz)

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Camila planted her hands on her hips, regarding the many shelves of the library with a hunter's eye. So. She had been tasked with aiding one of her fellow advisors in hunting for magic for a specific goal.

This... would take some time. This magic still eluded her in some ways, the simple nature of it never quite as easily reached as it seemed for others around her. Perhaps this search would give her the answers she needed, even if their initial goal was finding some justification for a rabbit large enough to carry the local children about.

...She blinked, pausing in her thoughts. It really was odd how common such events tended to be in her social circles. Hopefully things around Rose Quartz were... more stable, at the very least.

“So. The difficult portion seems to be knowing where to start.”

Floating Basket | Stocking Up | OPEN

[loveschasinglost]

Camila moved through the crowds of the Floating Basket like a tanker through a cluster of fishing boats, her bulk and sheer presence drawing eyes and attention despite the purposeful caution she moved with. She carried a small basket, already loaded partway with smoked fish and pickled fruits.

She smiled faintly to herself, expression quietly content. Even with the changing of the seasons, this was an excellent opportunity to fill her own reserves of supplies. If nothing else, they seemed likely to keep well enough to potentially bring along with her later.

She paused by one boat, leaning in carefully over a long row of jars loaded with pickled garlic. She could always use more of that, she had to admit...