1. Faine

    Private Restoration

    A hint of amusement came and went, and when Faine looked upon Syr Osytha once more, it was with the careful neutrality of someone used to being watched. "I will take you on your word," they responded tactfully. Then they bent down to reach beneath the table cloth, pulling out a dark blue travel...
  2. Faine

    Private Restoration

    The old woman’s smile widened, all her pearly, even whites accounted for. “Something like that,” she replied slyly. “You’re more than you seem, Syr Osytha. How interesting.” Faine stared at the knight while the knight stared at the Blight. There was no recognition…which was both good and bad...
  3. Faine

    Private Restoration

    Faine's eyebrows rose a fraction. Hearing their mother tongue was quite far down on the list of things they expected from a Northerner. Least of all from a knight of reportedly humble origins. "No apology required," they responded mildly, choosing not to deviate from Altalusian. They were...
  4. Faine

    Private Restoration

    It was one thing to know patience. It was another entirely to enjoy it. “Where is she?” Faine asked, their jaw only slightly clenched. The Margrave’s guards glanced nervously at one another. Faine knew they would be of no use; all the servants had been dismissed, due to the sensitivity of the...
  5. Faine

    Private Restoration

    "Where there is a will, there is a way to cleanse." —The Children of Purification Faine thumbed the handle of what could generously be called a cage. The monstrosity was more of a box, really, with clusters of small holes for filtration and pure silver lining its interior walls. Combined with...
  6. Faine

    Open As I Walked Out One Mid-Noniruth Morn

    Hmm, he was a talker when he felt nervous. Unsurprising, though noteworthy all the same. Faine waited till Caligin took his seat first before following suit, settling beside him at a polite distance. They had taken a spoonful of hot stew when the scholar asked his question. The stew almost went...
  7. Faine

    Private The Smoke of Promise

    Well, that was a relief. Faine had not been keen on being made to try on several different things or brush out their stubborn hair, so the quick approval was a welcome change to Mal's usual, critical tongue. Gondola...one eyebrow raised an imperceptible degree. Faine disliked the idea of...
  8. Faine

    Open As I Walked Out One Mid-Noniruth Morn

    Faine watched their charge from a safe distance, blending seamlessly with the rest of the band of weary travelers. The man looked harmless enough. Bookish and already showing signs of greying, scratching away at his journal with an obliviousness exclusive to scholars. Caligin wasn’t old by any...
  9. Faine

    Private The Smoke of Promise

    It was something of a mental gauntlet, as always, sussing out what Mal was really saying. Faine was sure part of it was to humble the princess, which seemed to be working only in the most superficial sense. No doubt the child was learning how to pretend. Within this battle of wills, each new...
  10. Faine

    Private The Smoke of Promise

    Faine found themselves face to face with a slightly damp, glowering princess. Or, rather, the slightly damp forehead of a glowering princess. Alycone gave them a look that was popular amongst nobility of her age. The kind that all but said, I don’t care if every last person here lives or dies...
  11. Faine

    Private The Smoke of Promise

    It was always grating, the way Mal preened in self satisfaction whenever she got her way. Of course, to most others, she merely transitioned from austere to less austere, but to someone who had endured far too many hours picking apart her every expression, she was practically gloating. What did...
  12. Faine

    Private The Smoke of Promise

    Faine would be lying if they said they didn’t descend upon the breakfast tray with a slight tremor of desperation, but they managed to eat only one morsel at a time, as a servant of the empire ought to within the prestigious confines of a senator’s office. They half-listened as they wrapped...
  13. Faine

    Private The Smoke of Promise

    Faine stared into the mirror, at all the smooth, brown planes of their face, and wondered for the hundredth time what it would be like not to be burdened by flesh. They were hungry, again. Always so damnably, frequently hungry. Their peers claimed it was because they kept forgetting to eat...
  14. Faine

    Faine

    With a Primus Khashatrii for a mother and a member of the Magistus Imperatis for a father, is it any wonder that the likes of Faine would be brought into existence? The bastard halfbreed’s parents are no longer on speaking terms. Instead, they prefer to send catty missives in lieu of proper...
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