1. Caelia Kerrigan

    Private The Wake of a Wound

    Caelia's hand loosened on the bottle, for she felt the grip of his hand secure the weight of the bottle. His touch warmed her, so unused to touch after delighting on poisons that she became a toxicity to be near... but ever since that day in the Gardens, Caelia had been wondering what his touch...
  2. Caelia Kerrigan

    Private The Wake of a Wound

    Her heart felt a thrill, a pitter patter against the cage of her ribs as his eyes flicked to meet her own, and there she became drunk on him, on this moment between them. To have his invitation, his clear instruction of what he wanted her to do, Caelia was impervious to his voice. Her eyes...
  3. Caelia Kerrigan

    Private The Ballad of the Blighted Shore

    Caelia gave the Lady Lark a strained smile, for she was right in that her own apologies on behalf of those who spoke doubt would not be enough to appease. Her stern stare returned to them all as the lady knight leaned against an old arm chair and absentmindedly began to drum her fingers...
  4. Caelia Kerrigan

    Private The Ballad of the Blighted Shore

    "Or perhaps you are quick to doubt," Caelia said, offering the curious small bowls she used as coffee cups for the others. "For the Lady Lark went venturing to after hearing of pegasi being sighted. A walrus and pegasus do not share such similarities, hm?" She gave them both a gentle but stern...
  5. Caelia Kerrigan

    Private The Ballad of the Blighted Shore

    If Sabinian had not taken the liberty to speak, Caelia was sure she would have simply stared at the bard for her boldness. The doubt the Lady Lark of the Lanes had on their arrival almost had the poisoner laughing. A light snort escaped her, and Caelia quickly turned her face away to give...
  6. Caelia Kerrigan

    Private The Ballad of the Blighted Shore

    Caelia did not fight against Sabinian's suggestion to keep on traveling. She would not admit that she admired that of him, taking charge and leading their small group towards the bard that beckoned them all to follow. The scent of sea in the air led them true, and the salt seemed to awaken...
  7. Caelia Kerrigan

    Private The Wake of a Wound

    His answer brought her eyes to flick to his, could practically feel that smirk and amusement as he watched her. Her fingers curled tighter around the bottle labeled lemon and brought it closer, grouping it to one side of the other bottles she found behind the bar to make the drink. Surprising...
  8. Caelia Kerrigan

    Private The Ballad of the Blighted Shore

    She chewed on the insides of her cheeks, brows furrowed as her eyes darted about before staring down the road. Sabinian asked a question, and it never sat well with her to stay still and wait. This time, she kept quiet to calculate what was happening and how best to go on from here. The night...
  9. Caelia Kerrigan

    Private The Wake of a Wound

    She followed him as if she were a moth to his flame, and not that of the fire living vivaciously in the hearth. Caelia wore a grin as she dragged herself slowly around the bar, a light and devious chuckle leaving her as she stood before him. How odd it was to be on this side, to see the Knoll...
  10. Caelia Kerrigan

    Private The Ballad of the Blighted Shore

    Caelia was unable to hide a smirk and snort of laughter as young Willard caught some needling questions. Her mirth did not recede until the mention of the bard going on ahead, and whereas Sabinian was right that they could catch up, it was Hector's other idea of them resting and catching up come...
  11. Caelia Kerrigan

    Private The Ballad of the Blighted Shore

    "It does, does it not?" Agreed Syr Kerrigan. "But this Lady Lark sure has the right priorities. Are we not a handsome bunch of knights?" She grinned, taking the carefully addressed letter she had read before, and holding it aside for any other in their small company to take should they wish to...
  12. Caelia Kerrigan

    Private The Wake of a Wound

    If emotion had not boiled within her at this degree, she was sure she would have blushed and became flustered as he walked towards her and brushed trails of her tears from her cheek. She held his gaze, meeting his soft pair with something that burned hotter than that of which crackled within the...
  13. Caelia Kerrigan

    Private The Wake of a Wound

    She should have read it herself. To listen to Matvi read the letter, to read the words penned by her father, Caelia knew his voice was too sweet to deliver the intended wound her father meant to inflict on her. His voice was a warmth that worked in tandem with the presence of the fire within...
  14. Caelia Kerrigan

    Private The Wake of a Wound

    Her eyes never left his face the moment he took possession of the letter that felt more poisonous than the toxins she liked to taste. Watched how his brows came to furrow, his eyes reading each word with a neutrality that made it difficult for her to glean what he thought. Caelia's own brows...
  15. Caelia Kerrigan

    Private The Wake of a Wound

    Something tugged at her chest, a momentary constriction over her lungs and heart in equal measure. It was a loss of something, before she realised it had never left. It merely skipped, and in that slither of unease, Caelia saw what Matvi offered. "You... would do that for me?" It was not his...
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