1. Fray

    Open Creeping Jade Mists

    Fray kept up with the light footed princeling by taking the steps two at a time. At his response, however, she stopped when he did and looked up in confusion. Did he just call me stupid? To Fray’s credit, she was learning. She chose to say nothing at first, observing instead until she felt she...
  2. Fray

    Dare Don't Mourn the Grey

    Fray let Evyn speak for them both. Better for them to think the lass was in charge. The more they believed the Deva was nothing more than a glorified body guard, the less questions they'd ask about her personal motives. Amara did not seem fazed by Evyn's cheek. She merely grinned and said, "You...
  3. Fray

    Dare Hunter of Hunters

    It was a surreal thing, laughing and eating alongside someone she had considered leaving for dead earlier that day. Actually, it was surreal even knowing he could laugh. With good humor at that, and not just deliriously in the face of near certain death. In truth, Fray was too far gone with...
  4. Fray

    Dare Don't Mourn the Grey

    The men laughed at the mention of kindness, which Fedik had the good grace to look at least mildly embarrassed over. Meanwhile, Fray found her attention tugged back toward the lass at the mention bastards. More nuggets of information, and though it was hard to say what was true and what...
  5. Fray

    Dare Hunter of Hunters

    As soon as One Eye laid into the food, Fray picked up speed as well. How rare, to share a meal with someone who could go toe to toe in combat and bite for bite in feasting. She took full advantage of this auspicious arrangement. The Deva listened keenly over the sounds of chewing as Garrod...
  6. Fray

    Dare Hunter of Hunters

    “Well I don’t ever feel like losing coin, but…” Not ten minutes later, Fray found herself hooting and hollering with the rest of crowd, standing shoulder to shoulder as they tried not to jostle the table in their excitement. All around the flashing knife, necks craned for a better view. Fray’s...
  7. Fray

    Private Roots

    Fray was so fixated on the raging monster of her once-brother that she had no eyes left for Lady Second's transformation. It wasn't until her stretcher suddenly started shifting backwards that she finally tore her gaze away. "Oh hell..." she breathed. The Blighted lady was covered in fresh...
  8. Fray

    Dare Hunter of Hunters

    I could die happy, Fray thought wistfully to herself as One-Eye rattled off all the perks of being, as he so pointedly emphasized, in a Cazadore den. She only half registered his offer to take care of Fang's repairs. Her mind was lost in a sea of greed, which only intensified as the liquid grace...
  9. Fray

    Dare Don't Mourn the Grey

    Fray fought the snort of laughter bubbling up her throat. The waif played her part well. She certainly looked starved enough that even the flimsiest of acting did the trick. But this meek and helpless version of Evyn made for such a stark contrast from the urchin she had barreled over this...
  10. Fray

    Private Roots

    Laying there on the stretcher, with her face mere inches from the forest floor, Fray had never felt so helpless in her short, woe begotten life. She could not fight. Could barely even speak. A giant snake of grief had wrapped itself around her throat, choking her mercilessly. She was too tired...
  11. Fray

    Dare Don't Mourn the Grey

    Fray’s gaze narrowed just a fraction as she witnessed Evyn work. Easy enough to believe the lass was sick; Fray herself would have assumed as much from the start, if Evyn hadn’t gotten all the way here without so much as a slight cough. She looked frail, yes, but the hardness in her eyes and the...
  12. Fray

    Dare Hunter of Hunters

    Unholy? Certainly. Polite? Fray wasn't so sure about that, considering her thought process had been more along the lines of "I don't know what exactly is on the other side of that door and I don't want to be the first one through if things get hairy." But One Eye didn't need to know. She was too...
  13. Fray

    Dare Don't Mourn the Grey

    Fray pondered the lass’s name. A short and somewhat ambiguous sounding thing, divulging little no matter how you sliced it. And yet, it wasn’t an entirely hopeless one. The Deva had heard her fair share of idiotic namesakes in Crorefell, mainly amongst the lower echelons. Names like Bug, or...
  14. Fray

    Private Roots

    There was a strange, keening sound coming up from the forest floor as Fen's mangled form stumbled out into the open. It wasn't until Lady Second started speaking that Fray realized the sound was, in fact, coming from her own, horrified throat, but by then she was beyond caring. Fen was a...
  15. Fray

    Dare Hunter of Hunters

    Blistering hell. He really did look an absolute wreck. Yet, somehow, Garrod found the strength in him to pick up an oar and help Fray row. She had snorted at being called a machine, bittersweet as that sentiment was, but it became apparent that One-Eye was made of similar ilk. Her first...
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