(Caring too much. It is her biggest flaw and also her part of what makes her who she is. Problem is it often leads to her getting hurt in someway. Especially when she finds herself caring about people like Leera and Soren. She is basically like the light to their darkness.)
(Stubbornness. He might be good and honorable but he has a strong stubborn streak. Few have actually been able to make him back down when he’s being stupidly stubborn. Especially stubborn if it involves his immediate family. He seems to often defy them in one way or another.)
(Destiney is quite the mixed bag. She often wears her heart on her sleeve and cares far too much. Which often ends up with her getting hurt somewhere along the line. When it comes to family, she often her most courageous. She is made of love, light, and hope. With a small touch of darkness. Darkness you ask? That is what I like to consider the self-doubt and things she still on occasion has darken her mood and make her self-destructive. She’s not without her flaws despite how light-aligned she is. She’s been through a lot of growth and healing though.)
(Lance is made of steel, courage, and honor. He is my precious Haillenarte serving knight. He’s not afraid to fight and bloody his hands if it means protecting those who can’t protect themselves. Despite being born to an upper class family, he doesn’t behave like it except in the masks he wears until he trusts someone. He’s humble and does his best to try and restore the Haillenarte name by doing the best work he can. He’s also very protective of his cousins as he has grown quite fond of them over time. Well very protective of the Haillenarte kids too. He pretty much hero worshiped Lord Chlodebaimt for Steel Vigil.)
Lance
laughed softly at the reactions from the crows over a bit of bread. He
broke down the rest of the knight’s bread as he offered some to the rest
who had not been as curious as the first.
“Manners were important to play the games among the upper class. Yet
the modesty is something I learned from the men I served with over the
years. Especially at Steel Vigil.” There was a hint of sorrow in those
sky blue eyes before it was quickly gone again. Hidden behind a warm
smile once more. “Besides for me honor is more important then pride.
Something many have seemed to have lost over the years. That a knight is
supposed to protect those that can not protect themselves. Not cause
them further harm.”
His eyes widen a moment before he offers her a sheepish smile. “Not
saying you can not protect yourself of course. I meant… Never mind. I
should probably stop before I dig myself deeper shouldn’t I?”
She studied him carefully as he spoke and her eyes filled with amusement when he apologized towards the end. It was all within his words. He was an earnest man, taking pride as a knight…perhaps a bit too much? How to describe such a person? Not zealous…passionate maybe? He was quite proud of his duty, and yet such a person can easily be manipulated in multiple ways.
And not by the usual methods one would think.
But there was no use thinking about it, so she simply laughed and stood up. As she did the crows would look towards her and take off into the skies, and Svanielle would simply walk past him and gently pat his shoulder.
“All in the knight’s duty, wouldn’t you say Ser Lancefer?“
Lance relaxed a little when she laughed. Laughter meant she wasn’t offended. He still remembered the lecture one young woman had given him in the past over some of his behavior. Especially when it came to woman who could protect themselves despite their looks.
“Of course.” He gave her a sweeping bow and a confident smile at that. A bit over the top maybe but he found he didn’t mind being amusement for her. He liked hearing her laughter. “You are welcome to call me Lance though. Most do.”
Lance cast a glance at the sound of rustling off in a bush to his left. Unsure if it was one of Svan’s crow friends or some other form of wildlife, Lance kept one hand near his sword just in case but didn’t draw it. Carefully he parted the bush to find a small owlet with an arrow through one wing. Apparently their voices and the sounds of the crows had awoken the small critter as it still seemed half dazed. He was glad for having his heavy gloves on as he reached down to carefully pick up the owlet who let out a slight panicked screech.
“Easy there.” He could have put the poor thing out of it’s misery but he didn’t think Svan would approve very much. Not when she had so many crows for friends. He carefully snapped the arrow to better remove it as the owlet weakly bit at his gloved hands. He turned to look towards Svan after dropping the arrow into the snow. “You wouldn’t happen to be good at dealing with hurt wings would you? Seems some careless hunter or adventurer caught this little guy.”
Well
that was unexpected. Though he had to agree that they seemed to be
rather sociable. He looked down as one pecked at the armor on his leg to
get his attention. He rooted through his pack and found a bit of
knight’s bread he usually kept on hand. Never knowing how long he might
be out and about rather then near civilization. Always handy to keep at
least a roll of the bread on him.
Lance crouched down and broke off a small piece and offered it up to
the curious crow, not even sure if they ate bread. “Hey there friend.
I’m Lancefer Aurifore. I work as a knight for House Haillenarte.” He
didn’t really feel that silly talking to a bird. Maybe just a little but
some animals were very intelligent creatures. So it was not really
totally strange to think they might actually understand him.
“My duty is about all I am good at. I’m not the heir of my household.
I’m not much for the merchant business. Though I am the eldest of the
children. I don’t mind. At least I am good at something.”
The crow’s mannerisms changed when Lance spoke to her as well as turning her attentions to the bread hungrily. A few more cautious steps towards the knight’s hand and she snatched the bread piece away from him before setting it down to feast on it. Svanielle was watching, and she couldn’t help but smile a little as a few other birds inched closer, some of them off to pick at the rewarded crow for a taste of the bread.
“Looks like they’re quite shocked that you’re so well mannered compared to the others…a knight of the House High then? So modest…not to say that others do not think the same way as you do, but it is rare for anyone to admit their limits in society for the sake of their pride.“
Lance laughed softly at the reactions from the crows over a bit of bread. He broke down the rest of the knight’s bread as he offered some to the rest who had not been as curious as the first.
“Manners were important to play the games among the upper class. Yet the modesty is something I learned from the men I served with over the years. Especially at Steel Vigil.” There was a hint of sorrow in those sky blue eyes before it was quickly gone again. Hidden behind a warm smile once more. “Besides for me honor is more important then pride. Something many have seemed to have lost over the years. That a knight is supposed to protect those that can not protect themselves. Not cause them further harm.”
His eyes widen a moment before he offers her a sheepish smile. “Not saying you can not protect yourself of course. I meant… Never mind. I should probably stop before I dig myself deeper shouldn’t I?”
The Arcana is the means by which all is revealed. In the face of disaster lies the opportunity for renewal.“
The
Hanged Man Arcana is associated with self-sacrifice for the sake of
enlightenment, the bindings that makes one free, paradoxes and hanging
between heaven and earth. You should take the time necessary to reflect
over one’s upcoming actions.
You are sometimes self-sacrificial,
but are more often notable for being caught between two different
extremes, parties or stages in life.
The Tarot Hanged Man card is about personal sacrifice, of course. But
this figure seems not to be broken, although hanging upside-down. He
will bounce right back, as soon as he manages to get free. It’s not that
he heals easily. The Tarot Hanged Man is one of the few who is not hurt
to begin with, as if invulnerable. Maybe that’s what tempts other
people to use him as a scapegoat.
But the Tarot Hanged Man is a martyr that neither dies nor suffers
that tremendously. He has a way of shaking it off, the essence of which
is his unharmed belief in the universal power of good. An optimist,
indeed. Someone who loves life so much that he sees the light of it and
not its shadows.
When victimized by other people, and that happens frequently, the
Hanged Man doesn’t feel like a victim. When exposed to envy or even
hate, he sees beyond it and pities the people who are so aggravated. The
Hanged Man may even blame himself, but not for long. He has trust in
all of mankind, however hard reality might whip him.
So, in a Tarot reading the Hanged Man card indicates a sacrifice, maybe
even a big one, but it will not be harmful at length. You will come out
of it on top. Like they say: what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger,
and in this case happier, too.
If the Tarot Hanged Man card refers to a person, which it often is, it
is someone who is willing to make the sacrifice needed for things to
find their solution – even if that sacrifice is completely unrewarded.
It is an attitude worth admiring, but people tend to do so only
secretly, keeping it to themselves. That may be out of guilt, knowing
they should have volunteered to make that sacrifice.
Spirit of the Warlock 