1. Helena

    Private A Bitter Pill

    Exhausted compliance. Helena thought. Well. There are worse places to start. "Good." Helena says with a clip and a nod. "Do not think that your coming back, is not recognized, Mistress Thiel." Arietta is done cleaning up the tattered and blood soaked rags. Drapes them across the blood red...
  2. Helena

    Open Buried Roots [KoA]

    "Syr Damir," Helena spoke softly. Voice almost a whisper over the stirrings of those Knights who had gathered round the pyre. For many knew Syrs Etivya and Torgan. Knights Sworn of Dawn and Dusk. As a sister. As a brother. Mentors. Friends. Family. Found as they may have been. Kin by Oaths...
  3. Helena

    Private A Bitter Pill

    "Do you know how much a drunk wants to drink when they first come into the tavern?" Helena put forward. "I reckon you get a sense for it." She ceded no ground, eyes alert as Arietta cleared up the mess left strewn about. "But I reckon you don't ever really know. Not all of them at least. Let...
  4. Helena

    Private A Bitter Pill

    Tension. Confusion. These things had a tendency to hang in the air. As did fatigue. Exhaustion. Lingered about the eyes. The turn of the lip. Venla was not the first soul Helena of Dawn had pulled from the jagged mire of the world's mirrors come shattered around her. Wasn't the first...
  5. Helena

    Private A Bitter Pill

    A powder was spread unto that blight which had dripped out onto the floor. From vials at Arietta's belt. The black ichor bubbled and fizzed. And from it seemed to be pulled out the fabrics of a fruit's flesh. Like so many little hairs of mold rising and growing. Black to grey to white. Wherever...
  6. Helena

    Private A Bitter Pill

    Red, grey, and black wash spilled out into a larger holding tank. Knights attending took sample into the beaker. Helena watched. How the ichor diffused. Spread. Plumed and swirled there in the anymphaeus solution. Grit her teeth to keep from screaming. Clasped the side of the tank as all her...
  7. Helena

    Private A Bitter Pill

    Helena measured Venla. A picture starting to form now. How much had she actually missed with this woman? How much had been invited in. What risks were left there hidden in that web of untapped power she seemed to have no hint of understanding. Until the glade. Before that, the totems. The only...
  8. Helena

    Private A Bitter Pill

    25th Dviti, 350 EoD: Sanctum of Dawn, Captain's Office Helena paced about the room, reading over the latest reports, to the steady tone of shroud lamps buzzing. Refugees moving across the Vayden, displaced by Lord's and Baron's conflicts so near to them, and further yet, those displace by the...
  9. Helena

    Private Snow Melt

    The laugh. Like a warm crumble of sun baked earth come free from the stubborn rock it so oft clung to. Buoyed the feeling that sprung from her chest. Caused her to crack. "The way you look," she said, leaning into her own stare, for emphasis. "At things with such intensity," eased back, rounds...
  10. Helena

    Private Snow Melt

    "Amusing." "Most," she nod, spying how his lips curled, eyes gleamed, and his tusks stood with all their pointed promise. "There are worse things for a man to be." "Drab, dull, boring, to name just a few such things," her head bounced along. "Largely the culprit for how my life has gone, that...
  11. Helena

    Private Snow Melt

    To think, he would look so open. No walls there to find. The gears of his mind, turning as if the cogs to a mill. Detest. She could hardly hide the twinkle that flash across her eye. Yet she must. She needs. Huffed it out her nose, and kept her eyes pointed at him. Want to laugh kept at bay...
  12. Helena

    Private Snow Melt

    In the quiet, she could feel her heart settle into its steadier rhythm. Glad she could keep her smile to herself. Glad to hear the pad of their horses trot, steady against the rustle of gentle spring breeze weaving through the needles and branches. Setting loose what stubborn clumps of snow...
  13. Helena

    Private Snow Melt

    Toothy and wolfish. Tall and sure. She felt the laugh pump up through her nose. Cheeks set to fuzz and tingle warm as they stretched up at the site of him chin raised, legs flared. The slap though, thats what had her crack into a laugh. "Slunk on over plenty a garden wall, once upon a time...
  14. Helena

    Private Snow Melt

    She ponderd it a long, and horse trodden moment. The words he had opened up to her with. Cold and sure. At least, in the attempt to deliver them. Each laid down with care and attention. "We do," she said softly as their steeds went on. "Funny though," she let on, lips still curled in that...
  15. Helena

    Private Snow Melt

    She keened her ear towards his words. The curl of her expression wound the more with each thing that was carried by his voice. The hint of play there, just behind teeth. The way he still froze beneath her gaze, and shook it off, as if the two of them had not just lived the same moment. Made...
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