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001 🌺 An Angel [Open]

Who; Inësa/Angel & YOU!
What; Cherishment Event~
Where; Around the city.
When; The month of February.
Warnings; N/A

Inësa was unfamiliar with the event but the idea of Cherishment sent a thrill of excitement down her spine. She wanted to celebrate appropriately.

It was important to learn the various celebrations of mankind and to partake in her own unique way.

Flowing threads of pale wheat-colored hair draped over her shoulders while light pink ribbons weaved through the silky strands. Braids were twisted and tied, pulling her hair away from her face while a wide collection of flowers were artistically arranged to appear as if they were flowing along each braid. Inësa picked out a light pink dress with an open back to allow her wings to stretch before adding white lace cuffs to complete her attire. Her final decision was to forego shoes and wear lace around her ankles instead. It will be cold in the air but she wasn't worried.

Inësa hoped that she looked like a real angel.

Flowers & Flying

The wind cradled her slender frame as Inësa fell into the sky. It was exhilarating to soar through the air and feel the current curl around her wings, lifting her into the clouds. The turbulent currents attempted to hinder her path but a little magic was all it took to calm the circling air.

In her hand was a small woven basket filled with various flowers and crowns that she had collected and weaved together earlier that morning. She didn't have a set plan but she hoped to spot friends and those in need of a smile. With a shift of her wings, she dropped, expanding her wings only when she was closer to the sidewalk. The wind picked up to those on the streets, carrying flower petals across the street as Inësa's bare feet landed on the sidewalk.

"Hello. This is for you." She spoke as she offered a single flower or a crown of roses to her target, a sweet innocent smile shaping her lips.

Chocolates & Cherishment

It was like May Day when she lived in the Sphere but there were more than just flowers and ribbons being sold from the vendors on the streets. There was a menagerie of gifts on display and at the centerpiece of it, all was a set of delectable chocolates.

Inesa took some time to wander through the many shops and view the various trinkets that lined the streets. She wasn't working today but she peeked into A Cut Above to see if they were busy but she hadn't been needed.

There was so much excitement buzzing in the air that she didn't know what to do with herself. She eventually found herself sitting with a box of chocolates that she'd purchased. Of course, she'd heard the rumors about the chocolate's odd effects but she assumed they were innocent. Perhaps the chocolate changed her hair color or made her eyes sparkle. It felt as if something familiar had happened in the past but her memories were too hazy to properly recall.

After tasting a sweet minty flavored truffle Inesa offered chocolates to those she saw walking by. It wasn't that she didn't like them but she didn't need to eat and these sorts of treats tasted better when they were shared and enjoyed with others.

[ooc: feel free to select any chocolate effects or do something that isn't like either of these starters or takes place while Inesa is wandering around the city. I'll roll with anything.]

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Inesa's fingers gently curled around Jon's large callous palm. When she had a firm hold of him the wind around them began to pick up and their feet gently lifted off of the stone walkway. "Hold on." Her wings expanded and began to flap, rising as Inesa gathered the air beneath her feathers.

Jon would feel the soft tug of her hand but he was also being lifted by the wind that surrounded them. The magic held most of Jon's weight while Inesa guided them up and over the city.

"What do you think?" Her hair whipped around her head as she slowed their ascent and began to glide in large lazy circles above the city streets.

It's not so strange to him that she would be able to fly using wings. Birds do it. Dragons do it. The strange part is that he is flying without wings. Instead he's being held up by someone else's wings. If he didn't trust her completely, he'd be more worried, but he knows that she will let no harm come to them.

"It's strange, but in a good way."

A light airy giggle escaped from Inesa's lips as she slowly guided them in a wide rounded decent towards the city roofs. "It does take some getting used too." She hadn't flown for the years that she'd living in the Sphere and it had taken her a few days of practice before she remembered how to fly safely.

Luckily, her wounds left her without a scar.

"I would be happy to take you flying any time." After a few more minutes Inesa found the highest point in the city and gently landed them on the roof. "It is beautiful, is it not?" Her hand remained in Jon's. She didn't know if either of them would slip and it'd be easier to catch him if they were in contact with each other.

"I'll remember that." He may want to fly again, or he may prefer to keep his feet on the ground. He knows that she won't let any harm come to him, but it's strange to him to be moving through the air without any support, so he may just leave the flying to her, the one with the wings.

"It is. I don't usually see places from this high up."

Inesa smiled as she cast her gaze out over the city. The sun was high in the sky and the streets were bustling with loud happy chatter. It was a beautiful sight. "Next time we can have a picnic up here or maybe somewhere flatter." She giggled as she shifted her feet to keep her from sliding off of the roof.

"But we should get back to Ghost. I do not want him to worry."

"Somewhere flatter would be good." He's used to heights, after all his times of watching from the top of the Wall, but the Wall at least was flat on top.

"We should. He'll be glad to know he doesn't have to come looking."

Inesa giggled. "I think so too." She gently squeezed his hand before lifting them off of the roof and gliding them back down to the street below. It takes a little bit of time to circle as they slowly descend but after a few minutes Ghost comes into view.

With a practiced gust of air Inesa gently lowers the pair of them to the ground.

"There. I hope that you had fun." She really liked flying and wanted to share the feeling of the wind with everyone.

"I did," he assures her. "I haven't gotten to do it much. It seems like a convenient way to travel." More comfortable than riding a long distance on the back of a horse, to be sure. "Oh," he says once they're firmly back on the flat ground, "I have something for you."

He reaches into the pouch he wears at his waist and removes a necklace, which he holds out to her. The chain is fine bands of red and silver twined together from which dangles a silver diamond-shaped pendant with a red stone in the middle. It's the colors of both of his houses, now reflected in the clothes that Sansa and Inesa made for him. "There's a matching piece for me."

"It is but I had to hide my wings in the world I lived in before the Sphere. I was told that wings were unusual." Inesa released his hand and picked up the basket of flowers and flower crowns that she'd made earlier that morning before petting Ghost on the head and turning back to Jon.

"For me?" This wasn't the first time that Jon had given her a gift but she didn't recall him ever giving her jewelry. "Thank you Jon!" Her expression brightened. "Would you help me put it on?"

"I think they're beautiful," he assures her. He knows something about not truly fitting in in the world you live in. He knows something about having to hide who you truly are, too, even if that truth is also hidden from yourself. So he just wants her to be whoever she wants to be.

"Of course." He unclasps the necklace and loops it around her neck, then fastens it again. He looks at it for a moment almost wistfully before speaking again. "In Westeros, when a woman marries, she wears a cloak with the colors of her new husband's House. These are the colors of both of mine." He's still trying to navigate his new identity, and the House he had never imagined being a member of.

Her fingers rested over the necklace as she met Jon's gaze. "I will never take it off." It wasn't her own tradition but she understood the meaning and was happy to wear Jon's colors. She didn't have her own house but it felt as if those colors belong to her too. "Thank you Jon." It made her happy to be with him, so much so that she couldn't put the feeling into words.

She rose to the tips of her toes and pressed a light sweet kiss to his lips. It was easy to be intimate with Jon but she usually waited until they were in private to kiss. "I love it."

"You're welcome." He had thought of her as soon as he had seen them. He had wanted to give her something that would have meaning to both of them. He doesn't feel the need for marriage in the traditional way that Westeros views it, because their relationship is more personal than the marriages he knew of in Westeros. They're both in this by choice, and that's enough for him.

"What should we do today?"

It was a perfect gift and Inesa swore to herself that she'd never take it off. In a way, it let everyone know of their affection for each other and that thought sent a jolt of excitement through her. She'd never felt it before but it was as if her heart was so overfilled it could explode.

She wanted to give something to him as well though she wasn't sure of an item that would suit him.

"We can do anything." She wanted to give out more flowers today but there was no reason that they couldn't spend some time together now. "Are you not working today? Would you like to get something to eat?"

"Not today. I have time to do whatever you want." He'll let her choose today. He's glad to have the time off to spend with her, and doesn't care what it is as long as it's time spent together. "Starting with getting something to eat."

"Let's go to the tavern. They sometimes have a bard there and her voice is lovely." Inesa loved to sing but she also loved to listen to others sing as well. It was difficult to hear music in this city but many of the taverns had performances and there was one that she'd become a fan of over the last few weeks.

"I think they'll let Ghost inside too. We can all eat together." Like a family.

"That sounds lovely." Especially if Ghost can come too. He doesn't like leaving Ghost behind if he doesn't have to. "Did I ever tell you that my father, my natural father, I mean," not the one who had raised him, the only one he'd ever known, the one he'd thought was his father for his entire life, "was apparently quite skilled at singing and playing the harp?"

"Really?" Inesa guided Jon to the tavern that she had in mind, her fingers affectionately brushing against Ghost's head to let him know when they were changing directions or pausing to let another couple pass them. It wasn't for Ghost but to let others around them see that he wasn't going to hurt them.

Wolves on the street remained an uncommon occurrence.

"I do not think you had mentioned that." She knew more of his adopted family than his blood relations. "Were you able to hear him sing? Perhaps you have a talent for it too. Would you like to try?" Inesa didn't mean to ask two questions back to back but she was always a little nervous asking about Jon's birth father.

"No." Not really, anyway. Except for that time in the Sphere when some people had been different versions of themselves, and he doesn't count that because that wasn't really him, even though he still has the memories. It feels like watching someone else's memories instead. "I never knew him. He died before I was born. It's possible I have a talent for it, though I've never tried."

Inesa's expression brightened. "Then we should buy you an instrument! I can teach you." Perhaps it was because she was an angel but Inesa had the skill as well as the training to play any string instrument as well as a few various odd instruments.

She gently grabbed his hand and changed their direction from food to a shop. She had seen it in passing a few times but hadn't gone inside. It was also closer than the cafe she had been planning to take Jon too, so they arrived before he could protest.

"Oh. I am afraid you will have to stay outside Ghost." She released Jon's hand to give Ghost a gently kiss on the top of his head. "But if you are good I will buy you a delicious treat for being so patient." Because it was a mothers job to spoil her son.

"We -- that's not necessary -- " But his protest does no good. They're outside the door before he's even aware of where they're going. Once Ghost is settled outside, Jon lets her lead him inside, where he looks over what's available. "I suppose I can teach you how to defend yourself and you can teach me this."

"Alright." She would have taught him the instrument even if he hadn't offered to teach her how to use a sword.

Inesa slowly made her way through the instruments while carefully considering their construction as well as sound. She wanted to find a durable instrument for Jon to learn on. "Would you like a lyre? Or perhaps something a little bigger?"

He glances over the instruments, some of which are familiar, some of which are not. "My father played the harp," which he's sharing mostly just to provide the information. Even without the memories from the alternate version of himself he would know this about his father. Long before he knew the truth of his parentage he had known the story of how Lyanna and Rhaegar met. He just hadn't known the whole story. They'd fallen in love because of that harp. He exists because of that harp.

"Would you like to learn the harp then?" She noticed that Jon was lost in thought and decided to press her inquiry. "Would that be too painful? It is a beautiful instrument." She picked up a small hand-held harp for Jon to hold and test.

He takes the harp from her and plucks a few of the strings. It feels right to do so. This is the closest he will ever get to his father, and while he doesn't know if he'll ever understand the man's decisions, Jon owes him his existence.

"Yes, I think I'd like the harp."

"Alright." Inesa smiled and handed it to him before walking over to the store cleric to pay. She hoped that Jon wasn't bothered by her payment. She didn't use her money for a lot and because of how often she worked she had a great deal of it.

"Shall we go? I can teach you a few notes when we stop for food."

001 🌺 An Angel [Open]

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want to wrap up this thread

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