TRIAL IV

[lesmodsalouette]

Trial

Another Saturday, but this Saturday is your last Saturday. If everything holds, if everything works out. After all you've been through, are you capable of being an optimist? The carnival calls regardless, furniture arranged around as they always are with banquet table and pit in the middle.

This week's new offerings are: a fluffy loaf of a certain type of rye bread, a hearty beef stew and an assortment of fresh pies with candied fruit and cream.

For the last time, find out who killed two of your own: G'raha Tia and Sariel.

(( OOC: Welcome to your first trial! You'll have 7 hours (until 8 PM EDT/5 PM PDT) to vote one (1) person guilty of murder. As this is scapegoat style, a correct vote is not necessary. Please remember to vote unless otherwise discussed with the mods, as that is our AC for this game ))

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[littlegentleman]

It was before curfew, on Thursday.

[arbalestrier]

Were you accompanied by anyone?

[coldseep]

Me.

( life is a struggle rn but )

... He was getting me fruit, because I wasn't feeling really well. And... I was having trouble getting up.

( referring to how he just Lays Down In The Dirt when he's miserable,

his brows furrows, though - he seems really upset with himself, genuinely. his egglet is HURT because of HIM )

... I shouldn't have let him.

[arbalestrier]

[Even he's picked up on that misery wafting off the other man, especially after last night, but...]

Then what happened after he fell?

[coldseep]

I finally got up.

( FOR LOVE... for his sonion... )

... I took him back to Primrose so I could wash the bruise with hot water from the sink, and soothe the ache.

( local dragon does Not know what icing a bruise is, just knows that hot water helps/feels good, so, he, tried, )

[arbalestrier]

[he did try...]

And then you parted ways?

[coldseep]

Not easily.

( were it not for curfew plans he'd be glued to junior all the time (but we spare danielle from this fate) )

But... he likes to spend his curfews with Lili and Clover, and it makes him happy. So... when it was getting close to time, I helped dry him off so he could go.

[littlegentleman]

Please don't say that. I wanted to do something nice for you.

[If he'd just been more careful, Hwylryn wouldn't have to be so worried about him now.]

You were the one that picked us fruits, a couple weeks ago.

[coldseep]

( 🥺 he's going to cry... he looks like he will (again), too... )

... After trial... let's have some fruit together.

( He will kneel down to hug... really, really tight. )

[littlegentleman]

[Junior accepts the hug--is he going to get bloody was Hwylryn not just laying between two bodies...]

Careful, your wounds--!

[Don't undo whatever healing has started!]

[coldseep]

( oops he forgor. well it's fine they can match now

he shakes his head!! )

You're always worth the injury, Junior.

[baebladie]

What kind of fruit was it?

[littlegentleman]

I was trying to get an apple. Hwylryn had picked apples and pears for Primrose, before. I thought it might cheer him up, just a little, by reminding him of that.

[As much as someone can be cheered in the face of such immense grief.]