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"Welcome to my home. My name is Carolina Ebony Rosalinda Pitchiner. Some call me Muse or Euterpe, while friends call me Ebony. I am the mother of Seraphina Pitchiner, and the late wife of General Kozmotis Pitchiner. Now, with that out of the way, what can I help you with?

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((Note: This is an RP/Ask Blog for Lady Pitchiner from Guardians of Childhood))

((The blog is OC and multiverse friendly))
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The home of Ebony Pitchiner
She almost felt her heart stop, when she saw the little girl come wandering down the street. She had been out herself, encouraging a young artist who had just opened their first gallery showing, and had decided now was a good time to leave. And now there was her baby girl... but it couldn't be. Could it? "... Emily Jane?" She breathed.

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Emily Jane had been wandering, unsure of what happened, or of anything really. She couldn’t remember what had happened at all. 

Lost and confused, she wandered around, looking for something, but she didn’t know what. She just knew she needed to find something.

When she spotted her mother her eyes instantly lit up and she ran towards her, arms out, long black locks trailing out behind her in waves.

"Mamma!" 

She instinctively knelt down, spreading her arms out wide. When Emily Jane was close, she reached out and grabbed her, hugging her close.

When she felt the others tiny body, her heart beating and caught the scent of her hair (like freshdug earth and grass after a warm summer shower of rain), Ebony hugged her close and promptly burst into tears.

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Tagged by shadowedcenturion

Rules:
1. Pick one of your muses.
2. Fill in the questions/statements as if you were your oc 
3. Tag five people to do this meme~

1. What is your name?

Well I can see there are two questions about that, let’s go with my “work name”, which is Euterpe.

1.1 what is your real name?

Carolina Rosalinda Ebony Pitchiner Née Centaurii

2. Do you know why you were called that?

I was named Carolina after my mother’s mother, and Rosalinda after my father’s mother. Ebony was a third choice they had decided on. It was mostly because they couldn’t decide on what name I should have otherwise, but since multiple names aren’t unusual for nobility…

3. Are you single or taken?

I… don’t really know what you can call me. Am I widow, because I died and then was reborn, while my husband was taken by an enemy we feared for so long? Or something else entirely?

Either way, it’s complicated.

4. Have any abilities or powers?

All of my abilities lie within the realm of creativity. I can bring people inspiration quite easily, though I am very picky on who to give it to.

5. Stop being a Mary Sue!

Sod off.

6. What’s your eye color?

Brown

7. How about your hair color?

Black

8. Have you any family members?

… only two that are currently living. And… it’s complicated.

9. Oh? What about pets?

I have Juneberry, a little Corgi, who was given to me by a dear friend. And Hutsumi, a chinese dragon. And.. a pokémon apparently, but the egg hasn’t hatched, so I have no idea what it’s going to be.

10. That’s cool I guess, now tell me about something you don’t like.

Bullies, people who are all holier-than-thou, and generally people in authority who act irresponsibly.

And let’s not forget people in authority, who think they can do whatever they want just because they are in charge, even though it means bringing harm to everyone else and their families and- Ugh, sorry.

And certain parts of my Pantheon.

11. Do you have any hobbies/activities you like doing?

Mainly my craft, which is working on all sorts of art, be it painting, pottery, sculpting, baking, dancing, singing and of course crafting instruments.

12. Ever hurt anyone before?

In some ways… but never deliberately.

13. Ever….killed anyone before?

Only in self defense.

14. What kind of animal are you?

A swan is quite suitable.

15. Name your worst habits.

I don’t really sleep and I forget to eat.

16. Do you look up to anyone at all?

In my current life, there is my adoptive mother. And then there is my husband.

17. Gay, straight, or bisexual?

Bisexual. (I’m in the Greek Pantheon, the hell did you expect?)

18. Do you go to school?

Once upon a time, I went to the Sagittarius School For Well Educated Young Ladies. Other than that, I was home schooled.

19. Do you ever want to marry and have kids one day?

Already done that.

20. Do you have any fanboys/Fangirls?

I used to have worshippers? Does that count?

21. What are you most afraid of?

Losing the ones I love the most. It’s hard to be afraid of that thought anymore, when it has already happened.

22. What do you usually wear?

Grey loose pants and a man’s shirt, and red scarf tied around my hair. In the old days, I used to wear a white silk dress. In the Constellations, it depended on the occasion.

23. Do you love someone?

Yes.

24. When was the last time you wet yourself?

I beg your pardon!?

25. Well, it’s not over yet!

Swell…

26. What class are you?(High class, middle class, low class)

I was born into high class, though my mother was middle-class when she met my father.

27. How many friends do you have?

I have a few.

28. What are your thoughts on pie?

Do not touch it when it’s just come out of the oven.

29. Favourite drink?

Tea.

30. What’s your favourite place?

My home, by the lakeside.

31. Are you interested in someone~

My husband. That is all you need to know.

32. If you’re a girl, what’s your cup size, if you’re a guy, how big are you?

None of your bloody business.

33. Would you rather swim in the lake or the ocean?

I have no preferences, though my lake is warmed up faster.

34. What’s your type?

Intelligent, sassy, kind.

35. Any fetishes?

See reply to question 32.

36. Seme or uke?

Sod. Off.

37. Camping or indoors?

Both. There is nothing like sleeping under the stars, or curling up by a fireplace.

38. Are you wanting the quiz to end?

*raises a brow*

39. Now it’s over! Tag five people.

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(posting through here as a starter o3o) A Muse's work is never done, even when there is danger about. And Ebony had a project she needed materials for. She had promised Morgana that she would be careful, as she headed out, even going so far as to bring Hutsumi with her, as she went to gather specific pigments for her paints. The dragon snoozed nearby as she worked, though he suddenly lifted his head and let out a low growl, sensing something. Ebony looked up, searching her surroundings.

asktheravenclan:

askladypitchiner:

asktheravenclan:

Dagda had managed to find his old saddle (Morgana had thrown it in a room to let it collect dust) and was out for a ride on one of the Not-Horses. “Well now, we don’t get many ladies like you around these parts.” He smiled as he rode into her view; she was practically a double for his wife, he thought.


"He got away…" Ebony managed, gasping in pain as her leg was touched. "It’s- it’s the only reason I left without him. He bought me time… and he got away too. He’ll find his way home."

She grimaced in pain at tha. “H-help me out to my lake?” She managed. “The water… the water will heal me…”

She nodded and helped her friend up, staying on the side with the broken leg. “Hold on, it will take a bit…”

Ebony whimpered in pain, holding on to Morgana the best she could.

"I-It’s fine, I- I can handle it." She wheezed, then gasped in pain at a specific hold. "Oh ow ow ow that’s broken rib ow!"

Reblog if you’re a cuddler.

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The Muse shook her head, somehow managing to keep a stern face despite how she was tempted to burst out laughing. "That paint is never coming off." She said. "You're going to be green forever."

ask-trick:

"W-what?!”

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Trick scrambled to his feet, leaving a large roll of paper and an overturned jar of green paint strewn across the floor. Looking down at his palms, he saw them utterly, hopelessly stained—he wiped both hands furiously upon the front of his robe, but to no avail.

"I thought it was just paint!” he shrieked. “Normal paint! The kind that washes off!”

Now the boy’s robe had long, messy streaks of green. Though his hands were, perhaps, a bit cleaner for the effort, Trick only moaned. The paint must have been enchanted somehow—like the paint North’s yetis used to create his toys, both rich in pigment and impossibly bright, meant to dazzle children on Christmas morning.

His lower lip began to tremble.

"I don’t want to be green,” he wailed. “I’m a Fearling, not a… a leprechaun!”

Ebony’s lips twitched in a slight smile at that.

"Well…" She said. "That is what happens, when someone takes paint without asking. Especially when the Muse who owns the paint, has been working hard to make it."

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ksclaw:

I think I’m gonna need something to distract me, so feel free to send me writing prompts of some kind and I’ll see if I can tackle some of them when I get home

(posting through here as a starter o3o) A Muse's work is never done, even when there is danger about. And Ebony had a project she needed materials for. She had promised Morgana that she would be careful, as she headed out, even going so far as to bring Hutsumi with her, as she went to gather specific pigments for her paints. The dragon snoozed nearby as she worked, though he suddenly lifted his head and let out a low growl, sensing something. Ebony looked up, searching her surroundings.

asktheravenclan:

askladypitchiner:

asktheravenclan:

Dagda had managed to find his old saddle (Morgana had thrown it in a room to let it collect dust) and was out for a ride on one of the Not-Horses. “Well now, we don’t get many ladies like you around these parts.” He smiled as he rode into her view; she was practically a double for his wife, he thought.


Ebony had managed to somehow land in her own home, thanks to the sunlight that went into her very own studio. She collapsed with pained gasp, grimacing as she clutched at her wounded leg. Juneberry barked and whimpered, before she scampered over to Ebony and began licking her in the face.

The Muse looked up at Morgana, before giving a pained cough.

"Your ex… is an asshole.

"Oh dear." She got up and went to pour another cup of tea. Handing it to her friend, Morgana carefully checked the injured leg. "Well, the worst of it’s the broken leg; yah got very, very lucky ‘Bony." She looked around before looking at her friend. "Where’s yahr dragon?"

"He got away…" Ebony managed, gasping in pain as her leg was touched. "It’s- it’s the only reason I left without him. He bought me time… and he got away too. He’ll find his way home."

She grimaced in pain at tha. “H-help me out to my lake?” She managed. “The water… the water will heal me…”

(posting through here as a starter o3o) A Muse's work is never done, even when there is danger about. And Ebony had a project she needed materials for. She had promised Morgana that she would be careful, as she headed out, even going so far as to bring Hutsumi with her, as she went to gather specific pigments for her paints. The dragon snoozed nearby as she worked, though he suddenly lifted his head and let out a low growl, sensing something. Ebony looked up, searching her surroundings.

asktheravenclan:

askladypitchiner:

asktheravenclan:

Dagda had managed to find his old saddle (Morgana had thrown it in a room to let it collect dust) and was out for a ride on one of the Not-Horses. “Well now, we don’t get many ladies like you around these parts.” He smiled as he rode into her view; she was practically a double for his wife, he thought.


Hutsumi squealed as he was thrown, but while he did have a rough tumble, he only spat and snarled as he got up. He was a bit roughed up, but he could manage, and he scrambled madly up the nearest ridge-face himself.

Ebony grimaced, taking that as a clue to get the hell out of dodge. She limped as fast as she could, reaching out for the nearest ray of sunlight, begging it to help her, to bring her to safety…

And in a familiar golden flash of warmth, she vanished.

Dagda roared as his magic ran wild and destroyed the ridge face. He’d find her again eventually… perhaps he just needed to look through his wife’s things.

Morgana had gotten out of bed and was curled up with a cup of tea and Ebony’s puppy, looking up quickly when she heard her friend return. ” ‘Bony! What happened?!?”

Ebony had managed to somehow land in her own home, thanks to the sunlight that went into her very own studio. She collapsed with pained gasp, grimacing as she clutched at her wounded leg. Juneberry barked and whimpered, before she scampered over to Ebony and began licking her in the face.

The Muse looked up at Morgana, before giving a pained cough.

"Your ex… is an asshole.

(posting through here as a starter o3o) A Muse's work is never done, even when there is danger about. And Ebony had a project she needed materials for. She had promised Morgana that she would be careful, as she headed out, even going so far as to bring Hutsumi with her, as she went to gather specific pigments for her paints. The dragon snoozed nearby as she worked, though he suddenly lifted his head and let out a low growl, sensing something. Ebony looked up, searching her surroundings.

asktheravenclan:

askladypitchiner:

asktheravenclan:

asktheravenclan:

Dagda had managed to find his old saddle (Morgana had thrown it in a room to let it collect dust) and was out for a ride on one of the Not-Horses. “Well now, we don’t get many ladies like you around these parts.” He smiled as he rode into her view; she was practically a double for his wife, he thought.


Swearing, he dug the stone-covered fingers of his left hand into the dragon’s body. They didn’t go deep enough for his liking, but they drew blood.

Screeching, Hutsumi instinctively let go of Dagda’s nose and turned his attention to his hands, biting into the appendages. He hissed angrily, when all he got to bite into was rock and he struggled and writhed in the others grip.

Ebony looked back just in time to see what was happening, and gasped in horror.

"Hutsumi!"

Once the dragon let go of his face, the Fae flung it as hard as he could away from him. Turning back to the woman, he began to walk toward the ridge-face, magic radiating off of him in angry waves.

Hutsumi squealed as he was thrown, but while he did have a rough tumble, he only spat and snarled as he got up. He was a bit roughed up, but he could manage, and he scrambled madly up the nearest ridge-face himself.

Ebony grimaced, taking that as a clue to get the hell out of dodge. She limped as fast as she could, reaching out for the nearest ray of sunlight, begging it to help her, to bring her to safety…

And in a familiar golden flash of warmth, she vanished.

(posting through here as a starter o3o) A Muse's work is never done, even when there is danger about. And Ebony had a project she needed materials for. She had promised Morgana that she would be careful, as she headed out, even going so far as to bring Hutsumi with her, as she went to gather specific pigments for her paints. The dragon snoozed nearby as she worked, though he suddenly lifted his head and let out a low growl, sensing something. Ebony looked up, searching her surroundings.

asktheravenclan:

askladypitchiner:

asktheravenclan:

asktheravenclan:

Dagda had managed to find his old saddle (Morgana had thrown it in a room to let it collect dust) and was out for a ride on one of the Not-Horses. “Well now, we don’t get many ladies like you around these parts.” He smiled as he rode into her view; she was practically a double for his wife, he thought.


Dagda managed to pull the dragon off, only to have it’s teeth latch onto his nose. “Son of a-” He growled before trying to pull harder.

Hutsumi groooowled, and bit down harder, his claws digging into the man’s face, while Ebony struggled to free herself. She finally toppled over, gasping with pain as it jarred her leg, but forced herself up, using as much of the earthen walls as she could for support. There were a few rays of sunlight ahead. If she could just get closer…

Swearing, he dug the stone-covered fingers of his left hand into the dragon’s body. They didn’t go deep enough for his liking, but they drew blood.

Screeching, Hutsumi instinctively let go of Dagda’s nose and turned his attention to his hands, biting into the appendages. He hissed angrily, when all he got to bite into was rock and he struggled and writhed in the others grip.

Ebony looked back just in time to see what was happening, and gasped in horror.

"Hutsumi!"