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Sangria held onto her little clutch, its long strap keeping it from going anywhere, as if it was for her life, looking over the grassy park and onto the stage as everyone set things up. From her view, it was all so... far, so little, but she knew that she would get closer and it would become immensely awful. She turned towards Carmen as she spoke, putting on a nervous yet determined smile. She reached out her bound hand, gripping her sister's with the strength of a baby - suffice it to say, little to no grip whatsoever, but she tried. She looked towards the adults that gathered and listened quietly, as a child should, and giggled as Thea ruffled her hair.

At the idea of moving into the slowly crowding field, Sangria locked up slightly. Her already horrible grip on Carmen's hand tightened just a bit and her one good hand reached in the air for her mother's, her lips pulled into a tight, thin line. Once she was able to secure the both of them by her sides, she would nod, "I think there's still some shade left."

[ pls pretend this is b4 the potion fiasco ]

She had papers stacked upon one another, pulled tight against her willowy body. The first time she held this meeting she felt... strong, she felt untouchable, almost as if one day she could take over for her mother and rule as queen. She adored the attention she was given and relished in it. She dished out commands with little resistance, it was almost like she was walking on air and it was made for her. And now, the lightbringer looked over her subjects with mild discontent. She didn't wish to see their pitied looks, glances at her paw she recently tried to bandage herself (and almost mussed up in the process.) She wanted to continue to be seen as the unbreakable princess, as their shining star who brought light into their lives. For heaven's sake, her rank title was lightbringer, after all. She felt all she could bring now was darkness.

Her right paw reached up to instinctively, still, touch her crown. It was met with the delicate petals of her gifted flower, and for once not finding her crown right away felt... okay. A smile twitched onto her face as she decided against stalling for much longer, "Solarians of the Commune Guild. Gather, it's time for our... ah, check in," she called, and though her voice was immensely better from the smoke inhalation that she suffered, it still caught on something, her words tripping over themselves instead of flowing like water, like before, "I think this may be a long one but... please, bear with me," she swallowed and spread out her papers beside her, a bit hurt with herself for not managing to find a scroll like she had done before. Her wings lifted slightly as she spoke, implying that she was putting in far too much effort than someone should be for such a small meeting.

"Ambassadors, I wish to speak with you, first. With our conflict on the rise, we need to combat that with... nicer things. Solaris Kingdom needs to remain balanced, if that makes sense, and some of these visits were from weeks ago. If it's not too much trouble, I would like each of you to visit again. Claes G.D. , Ver Million , MEENAH // , Amatus Casus , and lemonlaw are the ones I have signed up. Ryad -" her lips pulled back at the name, not in disgust or distaste, but in fear that his name would summon him, "Ryad can no longer visit the Sanctuary, and Ambrose is taking a break from their duties as a whole. This leaves - Heavens - Wind Haven, Sanctuary, and Thunderlands open. From my understanding, both ~THEA~ and Angelbeats~ applied to be ambassadors. Um, since Thea was first, I'll be offering her as Thunderlands' ambassador. Rolly, you can choose from the Haven or Sanctuary, if you're still interested. And anyone else - um, well, there's going to be one left. Speak up if you want to take it," she paused looking up from her papers and into the small crowd, "I also... I want someone to come with me on my visit to the Veil. It's much farther than usual and I don't want to be watched by someone I don't... I don't know fairly well."

Her breath hitched as she rolled her shoulders back, looking into her papers and shuffling them around for a moment or two, "We've... we've had a lot go on recently. Negative things that should be saved for the Warfare Guild meeting, but things we... can't ignore. It is a part of our job as Communers to help lift the Clan back into the light. Ambassadors, while you visit your Clans, please find small, fun events to do with them. And the rest of you, be moral boosters if you can. We've ran straight into a dark tunnel, and we... we..." she trailed of, her remaining claws flexing into her papers, "We need to bring the light at the end, closer. Talk about your ideas here, or go ahead with what you have and try your best. I will appreciate every last effort given," she pulled on an almost unsure smile, nodding slightly. She pushed her papers aside, finished with them for the most part, before looking over the guild, "Are there any questions? Any ideas?"

Sangria would come out of the limits around camp, her nose in the air, her crown still atop her head. A cheery smile would grace her face as her eyes locked with those of her sister's, her short tail wiggling as she moved off course and aimed to intercept Lorey, "Hello," she greeted Lorey with her former usual chipper greeting, "How's life?"

[ aaaaaAAAAAHHHHH ]

She could practically smell the venom that laced the woman's words, wincing slightly. It hurt monumentally less than when she was tortured, and yet she couldn't help but compare the two experiences. Maybe it was because the other was fully capable of hurting her, too, and intended to make it known, "It means something. You asked if I can make that promise -" her breath hitched as she felt she was getting too ahead of herself, too invested maybe. But, that's what she wanted, right? She wanted to invest the time it took to help this hostile stranger. It was a far off thought to befriend them but, for right now, simply healing Jupiterdrops seemed to be more than enough.

She looked over her shoulder at her guard, unsure though the canid remained almost emotionless, simply staring at the former Exiler. Sangria couldn't muster much more to offer her. She had no gold on her, no contract saying that no harm would come to her, nothing. Maybe Jupiterdrops had every right to be suspicious of the youngest princess, just like how the young princess had every right to be terrified of the injured rogue. And yet, as Jupiterdrops muttered her piece, they both again defied what they thought of themselves. They may have jumped through hoops in their own minds to feel better about their decisions, but it was made, and therefore it was done and over with.

"Okay," she nodded. She stared for but a moment before pushing herself, turning on her heels and favoring her front right paw as she walked. She wanted to stay silent, as curiosity didn't usually nip at her behind, however she felt she needed to know, "What can I call you, Miss?" she asked, glancing over her shoulder as they reunited with her guard. She intended on bringing the rogue straight to camp, where all their supplies were. Jupiterdrops made it this far and still had energy to argue and hiss, so hopefully she had enough to make it to the healing guild.

[ i can make an intro thread bringing her into sk if u want!! ]

MERLOT T.M.

Sangria didn't often wander far from her own territory anymore. It wasn't that she loved it too much to leave, or that she was physically incapable of leaving - her fear of being alone was damn near crippling. And being alone somewhere she didn't know... made it worse. This made visiting her siblings awfully hard, though not doing so when she felt she needed their support the most made her feel worse. And so, she tried to strike a compromise. The youngest savannah in the brood settled just on the inside of her territory, waiting for her brother to arrive. She wouldn't be leaving her land, hopefully, and hopefully Merlot didn't mind the travel he had to take, nor the companion they likely had him bring. Her paw tapped the flower that was nestled in the crook of her ear, her mismatched eyes settling on the ground while she waited.

Sangria stared incredulously at her sister, her claws dipping into the sands beneath them. She tried to grasp a sharp retort, to think fast like Arya did, but alas - her slightly older sister seemed to be better at it. Whatever words she tried fell flat on her tongue, leaving her a stuttering mess. She continued to wait behind Arya, figuring the other would put down the act (Red God, she hoped it was an act that she would, eventually, grow out of.) The other's words only continued to compound her disgust and distaste, her fur rising along her spine.

"You - ugh, Arya, you're so... so... disgraceful to the family name. To be born of a queen and to threaten the life of your sister. I hope the Red God reaps your soul and sends you to the deepest pits of hell," the insult, as weak as it was in comparison to the other's slipped off of her tongue almost as soon as she was able to get herself started, "There's a difference than being boyish and being roguish. I sure hope that you learn that long before your apprenticeship. Who knows - you're so small, they may delay it for you," she wouldn't mind if her training was delayed, but she hoped that the insinuation would drive Arya up the wall, just as her sister was doing of her.

And, before long, the other was off, her words left in the wind for Sangria to piece back together. Her claws unsheathed and her teeth bared - the easy answer would be to re-enter their home and tattle on her sister. However, the prevalent answer she was able to muster was to give chase. To get lost, to get beat up, to get eaten - to get -"Arya!" her voice sounded off into the cold air of the night as she trampled the sand without a second thought moving as fast as she could. There was almost no chance that she'd be able to catch up to her sister, but she wished to keep her in her sights in the least.

The idea of going out there and doing what she had set out initially to do - it was tempting. Normality was tempting, learning was tempting, simply doing more than reading and trying to ignore was tempting. Yet in the same breath, it was terrifying. Her wound was still fresh, as far as she could tell, and she didn't wish to tear it open whatsoever. It was a back and forth in her mind, almost visible in the way she glanced between her mentor's eyes, before she finally spoke.

"Uh, what did you have in mind, Meenah? I... as you know, I can only do so much."

I'D LIKE A CHARACTER PINTEREST BOARD!

Character: Sangria! ♡

Colors: dimmer reds and pinks, maroons, the pop of a garnet color or some bronze/gold

Mood you're looking for: hopeful, (ruined) innocence, regal, childish

Specific objects, motifs, the like: crowns, flowers, scrolls, books, sangria

Tags (optional): i dont have any for her mocked up yet unfortunately :c

Other: take ur time!!

Like Carmen, Sangria much preferred to remain clean. It might've been her previous princess aspirations, as at the end of every fairytale the heroine was always spic and span and the villains were made to deal with their messes. Or, it may be now, with her loose bandages looping her mangled paw, no more blood stains but simply the need to hide her disfigurement. Still, seeing a small crowd made her curious, and so the young girl wandered over, her own bodyguard lingering behind her.

"What are you going to do with the water, Aurae?" she asked the vulpine, coming up beside her sister and stilling then.

"Weak," Sangria panted, her paws scattering the dirt behind her as she struggled to keep up with her sister, "I'll become something - something even better than you, Arya. You'll be, Red God," she stopped in her own tracks, her limbs locking as she skid through the sand and watched her sister scale the large black rock. Sorry. The final word was trapped in her mind as she stared up at Arya, incredulous at her sister's stupidity and bravery.

"Arya, get down! You're going to hurt yourself!" she demanded, though her voice remained somewhat shrill as she tried to grasp a hold of the situation once more, "Arya, now. Come on already!" she continued to call up to her older sister, her short tail waggling with distaste.

As if on cue, the 'lovely' Sangria found herself among the group. While outside of camp she was given a guardian to watch over her and help her overcome her useless fears, inside she was left to her own devices. She could sleep where she pleased without the breath of another falling over her shoulder, read where she wanted. She much preferred the company of another in most cases, sure, but even the troubled child enjoyed her freedom every now and then.

Sangria settled in tight beside Lorey as her sister spoke her name, tucking her nose gently into the other's soft neck fur as a greeting. She turned her mismatched gaze to the rest of the crowd, noting both of her mothers among it and sharing a smile, though weak it was true, with them.

"I'm Sangria - ah, Sangria Tormenta-Million. Lightbringer of the Commune Guild, healinghand student of the medicine guild," she paused, finding her mouth running far faster than her mind can compute. Vivacious, sunguard, princess - was she even a princess anymore? Instinctively a paw rose to tap her crownless head, her body sinking further into that of Lorelai's, "I'm, hmm, I'm the youngest princess, if that means anything," she hummed, her paw tracing the flower that was tucked behind her ear.

[ whoop de shwoop i'm rae! i've been on and off the site for ages, 7+ years, unfortunately c,: sangria here is one of my biggest muse babies, but u may also know me from abbi in sv or cassiopeia in wh! i'm always open for plots (ESPECIALLY love plots for this sad girl!!!) so don't be afraid to hmu at any time!! <3 ]

Sangria had gotten everything she wanted, ever since she was little. She became the princess she dreamed to be, the apple of her mothers' eyes, and even had her own partial kingdoms (the commune guild) to rule over. Even as time went on and things were soured by torture and the Cartel, she couldn't help but find some solace in the things she used to have, including her story books. Sangria had tugged one of her heavier ones outside into the open camp, her short tail slowly shifting side to side as she tried to figure if she wanted this. Eventually, she called out.

"I'm going to have a story time over here - Sleeping Beauty, I think," she hummed, opening the large book to the right page and simply waiting for those around her to gather.

The desolate sand dunes of both the Ruins and the Kingdom were home to the young savannah. She had been born to Nadine and Ver in the Ruins, with the ice pyramids and all. She could remember feeling the chill and not being phased, chasing her insubordinate siblings and calling out insults and jests. Then, she was moved here, where it was considerably hotter but not unbearable by her standards. Things had changed since, though not all of them great, she still tried to keep her head up.

The princess no longer had her crown, but instead a yellow flower resembling the sun was tucked behind her ear. She walked with a guard behind her, and though her expression was made of stone, she was hyper vigilant. The shadows, though as rare as they may be, still taunted her with the possibilities of being a Cartelian. The scent of the Veil wafted over to her nose and she began to wonder which of them had wandered to their border - Mercy, maybe? Or Ver after she had taken a bath? Mismatched eyes widened considerably as she, instead, saw the tall eared siamese. Junepaw.

There were mere moments where the princess wondered if she was presentable by any means. She didn't think she liked the Aeternum boy - or, maybe she did, but she found herself in denial all over again - but she didn't wish to be seen as a mess after not seeing him in a long while. She took a moment to tug on her bandages, thankfully freshly replaced, and quickly asked her guardian if she looked okay. After a gruff nod from him, she trotted unevenly to Junepaw, a gentle, somehow uneasy smile settling on her face.

"Junepaw," she hummed as she came close, her guardian close behind, though not paying much attention to either of the apprentices, "Are you our new ambassador?" she had heard through the grape vine that Abbi wasn't doing such anymore, so she could only hope - wonder, only wonder.

[ rushed towards the end sdfblsb ]

recklessly chews sam's ankle

using! :U

A Thunderlands leader. She tried to recall if she had ever met one before, if she had seen the ginger feline grace their borders in the past weeks. He could've, with all honesty, and it could've fell beneath her radar, simply as she had been out for the count due to her own injuries. The young savannah moved in close to Carmen, eyes lifted up to Julian as she waited for the partially feathered man to speak. Her guard, though this man was here on good or better terms, lingered behind the group, as wordless as she.

[ i'm sorry this is late JUPITERDROPS. !!! ]

[ please wait for jupes to be posted with <3 ]

The walk back into camp was daunting. Despite the many fears that liked to sit at the nape of her neck, she allowed the new woman to follow behind her, rather beside or in front. She was sure to make infrequent stops to check on the festering wounds that Jupiterdrops had, continuing to promise that her guild would be the best place to treat them. She couldn't even count on her toes how many looks of disdain, annoyed hissed, sharp (yet somehow mild) retorts that Jupes had offered her throughout the short trip. As soon as they entered camp bounds, her guard departed, leaving them both in the eye of the public, but oddly alone all the same.

"Jupiterdrops," she hummed the name, hoping for some stability in her childlike voice, "We're almost there. Please, ah - hold your tongue?" she then requested. She was a princess (neglectfully,) as well as a lightbringer and a healinghand student, but that didn't mean she could stop a raging Solarian as soon as Jupiterdrops got them going.

Sangria had only heard of the snake horror stories through her mother, though Ver never told enough for her to be truly keyed in on the dangers. The young lightbringer approached on near silent paws, her gait uneven as she still favored her healing limb. The scene before her had unfolded too quickly for her to properly process it, though as she came up near Atom and watched Ver hold both her sister and the new apprentice close, she could infer the events a little easier.

"Um, good catch, sir," she spoke briefly to Atom, her eyes trailing the hissing and snapping snake before moving up to the lion himself, giving him a brief, unsure nod. She stepped around him, and by extent the snake, to get a better look at the chiding that Ver would soon give the other kids.

The corners of her mouth tilted upwards at the mention of a nap. It was a clear jest, though it did make this whole situation a bit easier to digest. Sangria rolled her shoulders back, trying to mock up a determined look in her eye, "I want to try patrolling. I... I know a lot of the territory already, but I want to know more," she paused, losing the glint for but a moment before moving forward to brush her shoulder against Meenah's arm, "I'm ready when you are."

[ its ok! welcome back <3 ]

[ NADINE -- Ver Million   SHOWSTOPPER T.M   MERLOT T.M.   arya.   KAIA A. ]

[ also i figure if this goes well we could have a series of cute threads to document this little time at the beach!! and maybe ? when it ends we can translate it to the normal world & say the family went on the beach trip together !!]

The Millions had gone through enough as of late - at least, that's what the mothers believed. It was time for a mini vacation for the whole crew, and so the whole lot of them gathered up their vacation days (or flat out lied to their employers) and made for a weekend at the beach. Sangria, the youngest of the troop, walked into their large, shared suite, tugging her luggage behind her. She was tempted to sprawl out on the large white beds, however neglected to. Instead she propped her suitcase against a barren wall and walked out to the balcony, sliding open the glass door and looking over the ocean side. It was.. it was nice, without crowds or loud music. She was content, almost, and didn't say much immediately.

slides in here

literally the first three things are all sangria's favorites but?? i've been looking for someone to help her make tea properly? so maybe she finds irene making some and asks if she can help/if irene can teach her how to properly go about it?