Osytha's latest activity
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Momo’s ears flicked back for just a moment at her question—not from discomfort, but from the sudden ache of fondness it stirred. His... -
If luck were on our side, none of us would be here, the dawnling grimaced, unable to bring himself to speak the thoughts plaguing his...
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Osytha replied to the thread Private An Ash Strewn Hope.Were Osytha to bite her tongue any harder, she’s pretty sure she’d be tasting blood. By Tapan’s mighty nutcracker, they’re Knights of...
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Osytha replied to the thread Private Now Hands That Build.A half-hearted repartée to that, some off-colour remark about Faramund’s proclivities as a peeping Tom, dies before it leaves her...
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Still sealed up in the metal of his plate, bevor lowered, and kettle helm left on the saddle, Hector sets to a knee over Syr Lando...
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Osytha replied to the thread Private Now Hands That Build.Just a flicker at the corner of Osytha’s eyes at that; a certain pull of mirth at her cheeks, there and gone again in a blink. “Aye,”...
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'Not much chance o' that, this early in the morn,' the dawnling replied, pressing to his feet alongside Osytha before the copse mistook...
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Osytha replied to the thread Private An Ash Strewn Hope.“Appen that’s so! Four curs to your what? Single feather?” “Ane and a half,” Osytha corrects, her voice smooth as black ice. “Ane...
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"Think'st me blind?" Something in him eases as she hauls herself into the saddle. He turns the glowing ember of his eyes away. "Blind...
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Osytha replied to the thread Private An Ash Strewn Hope.She wants to argue. No — Osytha wants to clobber the man right over his Toils-bedamned head, and then argue with whatever sorry mess is...
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Heat rose in him. Eyes still painted by the flame glowing midst the shade neath steel kettle and hind bevor's mask. A quiet inhale. Nose...
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Osytha replied to the thread Private Home Away From Home.“Well, clearly I was born for this.” Momo’s not doing too bad considering the kind of horse Forbs is, Osytha will own that. And if...
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By now, Momo had settled into the saddle with… perhaps more dignity than one might expect, given the deeply embarrassing start to his...
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Osytha replied to the thread Private An Ash Strewn Hope.Rocks and pebbles cascade down by Forbítter’s hooves, unsteady ground made yet more fickle. It throws her aim off and the shot goes...
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Osytha replied to the thread Private Now Hands That Build.Stressing the ‘syr’, there; reminding Osytha of who she is, what she can do. Toils, but she hopes Faramund doesn’t feel the need to...
