dancing too close to madness -- open; name change

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px][justify][size=10][font=georgia]She wasn't interested in making a big occasion out of this new reveal, because frankly she didn't know how to feel. She was upset to have wasted so much of her time, of course, but the Ragdoll cat was also feeling embarrassed - a humiliation that she didn't understand. Stalking outside of her hut, her features set in a grim line, the BlizzardClan Head Combatant's pale lilac gaze flittered around the quiet camp area before suddenly opening her mouth to speak. "I've come to conclude that 'Alysanne Targaryen' was only an alias for me, and I will now be reverting back to the name, 'Sweetophelia Targaryen'." Most members would be too young to remember her, too young to have lived during Feliks' leadership, and frankly she was wary of having to speak to either Riddlersgame or Matty on the matter, not to mention her uncle-now-revealed-to-be-son back in Westeros.


    "I still have a headache, so if we really must speak, then I would prefer that you come to see me later in my hut alone." Grimacing slightly, she turned to leave. Once the initial awkwardness wore off, Sweetophelia would be grateful to move past the whole Alysanne business. It was strange to realise that for a time, she had been her own granddaughter, but that was what it was. She had thought that the fever would kill her - and it had, at least to Alysanne - but now she wondered if her weakness had only been brought on by all of the returning memories of the past, the negative feelings and heartbreak; it had all came back to her in that fevered dream.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:1.5]Redlipstick was apparently the first to hear her friend's call, and if she wasn't the first, she would be the first to speak. The dilute calico moved slowly closer to Sweetophelia, recognition sparking up in her pale green eyes. She hadn't been close to Sweet during the other's Vice-Leadership, but she'd always gotten... bad vibes from her. She'd known her as Sweetkit and Sweetpaw, and finally, as Sweetophelia, but she was sure the girl remembered her now. She'd been Redpaw when the now-head combatant had known her, and she wasn't sure she'd really liked her that much. All Red knew was that she was close with her son. "Are you alright? We can talk over some tea, or just talk, if you want?" Anxiety betrayed her voice, and she bit her lip as she awaited a reply.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px][justify][size=10][font=georgia]Sweetophelia turned, glancing at Redlipstick as the BlizzardClan Head Paladin approached her, expressing concern. She had been a child when she had met Redlipstick and she had been frightened of her - she had been an alcoholic and although Sweetophelia knew better now that she was no longer a child, she had blamed Redlipstick's addiction for hurting her dearest friend, Matty. But they were all grown up now, weren't they? She was. Matty was. They had all gone on to doing other things and even made their own families - and she had even had a granddaughter for a fleeting time. "Tea would be fine," the tall feline settled, blinking softly. "Name the time." Just maybe not now - immediately at this moment - for her head still ached terribly. But they were friends now, weren't they? After all, before, she had never formed a personal opinion of Redlipstick outside of the fact that she was Matty's mother.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 375px;][justify][font=andale mono]Riddlersgame, spotting the ragdoll cat for the first time in a while, glanced up at her curiously as she made her way to the center of camp. He had meant to go see her while she was sick, but he had never quite found the time. As Alysann spoke, Riddler expression changed from kind interest to confusion. He had never been very good with handling emotion, and he couldn't quite identify what he was feeling at the moment - all he knew was that it was something of a mixed bag.


    'Reverting back to the name Sweetophelia Tagaryen.' An... alias? Alysann, whom he had come to accept as as close as he could get to his old love... a stand in? For - for the real thing? Was he understanding? "Ah," Riddler started, gazing at the tall femme as though he couldn't quite decide what to do next. Part of him ached to speak to her alone, another part felt a strong desire to go up to her, look at her, see if he could see Sweet there the way he had before - and the last part wanted to go and hide. "S-Sweetophelia - ah, noted, miss," the tabby managed lamely, uncertainty laced in his words.


    /rushed but asdfghjkl

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 425px; overflow: auto; font-size: 8.5pt; text-align: justify; color: silver; font-family: georgia;]This seemed like a personal thing, so of course Kamari approached, acting as awkward as ever. She wasn't too good with helping others with their personal problems and decisions, not that Alysann- er, Sweetophelia needed help with anything. Still, they just went back to a name that they apparently had formerly, went by that was probably really person to them... and it seemed that Mari was rambling to herself in her own mind again. Still, even though she was a little awkward over this, she quite liked Sweetophelia, and thought very highly of her... admired her, even. "Okay, um, I'll make sure to keep that in mind, Sweetophelia," she meowed gently, observing the head combatant now, hoping that she was recovering now. She seemed to be fine now, still had a headache though. "And um, do you want poppy seeds for that headache? I can get you some real quick, if you'd like."


    [spoiler=info (updated 11.25)]GENERAL:
    Kamari Marie Deerling — Nicknames include Kami and Mari
    ♀ — Demisexual — Apprentice of BlizzardClan
    6 Months old — Born May 5th
    Single — Not crushing
    Reincarnation of Allyson Deerling Grammaticus


    PHYSICAL: [ Reference ] | HEALTH: 100%
    A small brown dark tabby with jet black markings and stripes, as well as deep brown eyes. Her fur is long in length, though she is very lithe and thin.
    — Major injuries: N/A
    — Minor injuries: N/A


    PERSONALITY:
    — MEDIATOR; INFP
    — Kind, giving, selfless, friendly
    — Awkward, insecure, bookworm
    — Creative, artistic, compassionate


    [color=white]CONFRONTATION:
    Poorly skilled in combat — Prefers not to fight — Easy difficulty
    No known powers
    Attack in bold text or in any other noticeable color
    Can powerplay non-violent or peaceful actions

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;color:#B6D8C0;font-size:20pt;letter-spacing:-2px][font=georgia]A TINCTURE OF MEMORIES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 330px; color:#ECDBBC;font-size:8pt;margin-top:-9px;letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 98%;][font=arial][justify]"S-Sweet?" An abrupt stammer was drawn from the servaline's jaws, approaching shortly after Kamari, and drawing to a halt beside Rid. Her ashen orbs gradually shifted towards.. Alysanne? Sweetophelia? She wasn't sure. It was jarring, honestly: the abrupt confusion which veiled her thoughts with brisk ease. It was.. her? She was Sweet? Alysanne and Sweet were one and the same? The servaline paused for a moment, as if halted by her own baited breath, as her voice remained clipped in her throat whilst she pondered what to say. "It's really.. you?" It would take her a few moments to process, she supposed: as it had when she had discovered the fact that she was the mere reincarnation of someone else: of herself, in a sense, but remained nothing like her past-being.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px][justify][size=10][font=georgia]Her pale lilac gaze swerved over to Riddlersgame as she noticed the former Paladin's presence amongst the other observers. Her mouth remained set in its faint frown, her expression uncertain as she regarded him. When he said no more than a simple confirmation, her gaze dully moved elsewhere, a bit disappointed perhaps. She didn't know how to treat him after the way she suddenly upped and left in the previous summer, nor after their most recent encounter in the loner lands in the days leading up to her death.


    A metaphorical eyebrow rose at Kamari's offer, and she considered it for a moment, hesitating before acquiescing with a quiet nod of acceptance. "It is," the BlizzardClan Head Combatant confirmed after a moment of silence in which she had simply stared back at Tama. She should have been happy to be truly reunited with old friends, but at the same time Sweetophelia could not help but feel as if life had been simpler when she was still silly and light-hearted Alys. Now she was not even the stubborn girl she used to be, but something else - a bit harder and somber perhaps.
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