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	Constance von Nuvelle

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text, un: claudia

[shaft]

A fine morning to you, Miss Constance!

Lately my promise to you has been weighing on my mind...

video, because look at her she's glorious

[nuvellity]

Why must you continue to use that name? I know it's you, Claude von Riegan. You promised to teach me the basics of raising wyverns.

i am looking 👀

[shaft]

Didn't I mention it's a tribute to one of my ancestors? I'm quite fond of it.

I did. Perhaps you could show me how big Emile's gotten now so I can prepare.

[nuvellity]

Ahahaha! Behold! [ Constance learned how to take photos. Her narcissism is nigh unstoppable now.

But today she'll share photos of Emile, who is at that awkward stage where he's grown longer legs, but still has most of his natal down feathers. He is still beautiful in Constance's eyes. ]

You can not deny that he is on his way to becoming a powerful steed! [ Or at the very least some kind of steed. ]

[shaft]

[ Birds are such awkward creatures when they're going through puberty, but Claude appreciates the chocobo nonetheless. And while he doesn't know much about the species, something about the musculature of the bird makes him think that he might... be flightless.

But who knows. ]

Yes, he looks quite powerful. Has he started flapping about yet?

[nuvellity]

[ Stop! Not another word! Don't break Emile's heart! ]

He used to flap and jump around a lot, as chocobo chicks often do. He can even get off the ground for seconds.

[ And now, she's starting to think chocobos might actually be flightless, but she will not be deterred! If Emile wants to fly, then he shall fly! ]

He has been demotivated lately.

[shaft]

Well, isn't this where you come in? His guardian and closest friend?

How shall we raise dear Emile's spirits?

[nuvellity]

[ Oooh, guardian and closest friend. She likes that. Stroke her ego more, please. ]

Perhaps a new bed? He's getting too big to rest on my head.

[shaft]

Out of curiosity... does he live in your home or the stables?

[nuvellity]

The stables. The Shovelmeister won't let me keep him.

[shaft]

[ math lady meme ]

Then does he not already have a bed at the stables?

[nuvellity]

[ Constance has gossip about the man who manages the stables and his shovel spanking kink ]

He does. But when he was much smaller [ how are chocobo chicks so small, they grow up so fast ] he used to sleep on my hair when we're out and about.

[ Can she blame him? Her hair is soft and silky, with the right amount of bounce. Maybe she's born with it. Maybe it's stealing Ferdinand's shampoo. ]

[shaft]

So you're looking for a bed when he's visiting you?

[nuvellity]

[ gasp. an amazing idea. ]

Do you think visiting me would cheer him up? He can't stay in my room, but I could refurbish the lobby into a stable.

[shaft]

I'm sure he'd love to be so close to you. Don't you ever nap together?

[nuvellity]

Aside from when I first arrived here, no. Is that integral in raising a raptor?

[shaft]

It helps. You're vulnerable when you sleep, and if you can do it together then it helps build a bond.

[nuvellity]

I suppose even I'm vulnerable when I'm asleep. [ And in the face of arrows, bugs, or bug with arrows. ]

I will need a safe place for us then. Do you have any suggestions, Claude?

[shaft]

Is there a reason your residence isn't safe?

[nuvellity]

Some of my research experiments can get volatile.

[ Constance sleeping in a laboratory that can blow up any second? That's fine. Emile though. No way. ]

[shaft]

[ Research experiments... he's curious. ]

Perhaps you could try setting up a cabin in the woods. Or get a home by the water, my wyvern really enjoys the ocean.

delivery

[schwarzen]

[ Sometime during the day on Christmas Eve, a strange man in a Santa suit and his cute helper elf are delivering gifts to familiar faces. On Constance's doorstep, Siegfried leaves a small box. Within the small box is an assortment of cookies, and a small wooden figurine. ]

Merry Christmas, Constance! This holiday season, I set out to carve the creature or animal that most reminds me of the person. For saving me from drowning, I feel as though a mermaid is appropriate. Although, now that I think about it, the legends say that mermaids actually drag sailors into the ocean to drown them, so perhaps it's actually a poor choice.

Let's pretend this is a kind and helpful mermaid. Warm Regards, Siegfried.

Delivery!

[hildahilda]

[ Officially gift-giving now!! Constance will receive a pair of handmade chandelier earrings from yours truly! ]

Dear Constance,

May your holidays be as magical as your impressive spells.
(And, I do hope you like the earrings!)

Love,
Hilda ♥

text; un: gautier

[crestlaiden]

Is this the lovely Lady Nuvelle?

also text

[nuvellity]

Ahahahaha! It is indeed I, Constance von Nuvelle! Have you come seeking my aid, Sylvain?