Recent content by Aristeia Darke

"I do not think there has ever been a true peace. Not when zealots believed in sins and would ostracise those that were doing the wrong thing in their eyes." Aristiea shrugged a shoulder, a soft gesture as if she rarely practiced the movement. "But I have always believed there is darkness in...

Aristeia quirked a brow. "Why not pledge yourself to a worthier cause? Shift your loyalty to something you would fight for." She was a Priestess, although she would not think he would know that straight away. Aristeia wore her crimson robes, but it was finely made, it could be mistaken as...

"Well, then. There certainly is some help you can assist with, Bruscilla." Aristeia was renewed, life springing back to her as she rose from her seat and crossed over to where the writing desk was located. Her back was turned to them, but Aristeia began to ink a list for Bruscilla. "If you find...

She met his stare with amusement, holding it longer than was necessary before deigning him with a smile. "Who am I to tell?" Her voice laced woth every good intention amd innocence behind the glimpse of her double set canines. He did not know her, but Aristeia liked playing with his decisions...

Aristeia had used to have many friends, but she did not share this information with him. Even if he had turned the question upon her, she would refrain from informing him. "How awful." She commented instead. "And here I thought you would have plenty and had an active social calender." Her tea...

Aristeia regarded him curiously. Perhaps it was her dedication to the gods that made her less aware of the years, focusing on keeping the power of her faith. Her own goals. Age and the fixation of it was deemed as counter-intuitive when there were other ways of measuring time in the temple...

Aristeia's expression flashed from incredulous to amused. Not pity. Not a wince or sheepish smile. "It is rather sad some beings get stuck in the human mindset when it comes to age. Does your kind not have extensive longevity?" There were many beings across Arethil that contended with the...

"Lady Aristeia?" Her gaze flicked upwards, returning to the present as Winry smiled at her patiently. "Sorry..." she winced. "The carriage is about to arrive, will you require anything else before you leave the estate?" Winry asked, handing her a crimson robe that she immediately draped over...

Aristeia's brow lifted, and amusement coloured her facade. "Is that what you think you will be able to do meeting with me? That I will speak unguarded?" She settled back into her seat, the warmth of her cup cradled between both hands and she sipped from it and and chuckled softly. "But you do...

His answer had proven intriguing. Aristeia listened, word for word finding the enlightenment of Reikhurst worth the inquiry she started with. "Vampires..." The word made her smile, displaying her double set of canines that were synonymous with the Aszai. "Ah, I see now. How the banishment of...

Aristeia frowned as he spoke, the name that perplexed her repeated many times as her guest went on with his conversation. "Pardon me, but... Reikhurst? I am unfamiliar. Forgive me, I am not very knowledgeable of places this side of the continents..." Her nose scrunched delicately, as if there...

Relied flooded her quicker than her tea could reach her stomach. Her shoulders relaxed, and Aristeia offered the male a small smile. "Ah, order." And with a title that should ensure just as much. "That sounds like a weight upon you. There are those looking to you to see how you will lead...

Aristeia listened, all the while sipping from her tea and feeling a calmness the hot liquid gave her as it traveled inside her. "My sister is searching for a home too." Perhaps he knew of this. "And so I do hope you have good fortune in finding a place to call home." And if it be Alliria, that...

Intrigue had Aristeia still studying him as he made to sit and tested the sturdiness of the chair. Her lips pursed, waiting to see if indeed they had truly been tested but with groans and great persistence, the seat remained. Humour made the corners of her lips twitch upwards, and Aristeia...

Aristeia's eyes narrowed as she appraised him. He certainly dressed the way Winry had told her, and held a way of captivation that drew the eyes to his person. Afanas looked so odd out here in the bright garden, a crow amongst the wildflowers. His stare was long enough for him to size her up...