• Osytha
    “I am still writing to the Captains about you. Your apologies will do nothing to stop that.” “Fair enough.” Not surprising, at this...
  • Osytha
    “… He’s playing a game that no-one can win unless they cheat.” “We have to cheat!!” … and that summons up a memory, of their chance...
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    Just like that, Osytha finds herself back on her feet, body instinctively following the cue from Feliene’s hands; lean forward, engage...
  • Osytha
    “Nay, I’m not—” the badger jerks to another wincing stop, a hand still risen protectively over her eye. For what good it will do her now...
  • Osytha
    “It means a level of respect and maybe birthright to you, right? It’s birthright to me, but if you use it and are not part of the...
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    Osytha replied to the thread Private Hush, O Babe.
    “Shame y’ weren’t here for your nameday. I gotcha a present, but Guffers ate the fuckin’ thing.” “Oh.” The dark caterpillars of...
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    Osytha replied to the thread Private Preparing Providence.
    “Reight. A half-hour.” Osytha swings an uncertain gaze behind her towards their fresh prospect; Esota’s still there, fortunately, but...
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    For a split second there, bemusement makes its encore appearance across Osytha’s features. The question seems to have thrown her...
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    Yūgen goes snug and secure in amidst the rest of her bags and holsters lashed onto the riding tack. More securely, even. Which is...
  • Osytha
    Moving through the forest at any significant speed takes care. Uneven ground, slippery mud, and twisting roots don’t give a damn if they...
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    Lock’s tail flicks. The pup freezes mid-chew. Black eyes still fixed on Lock’s bright blues. Big, white paws inch closer to the pup...
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    Osytha replied to the thread Private Hush, O Babe.
    There’s barely any daylight left outside. Just a muddy smudge against the west horizon, while stars, moons, and rings creep out from the...
  • Osytha
    For the second time, Osytha underestimates the reaction from one of Sinclair’s menagerie. Or perhaps in this case, she over-estimates...
  • Osytha
    “Why so formal, all of a sudden?” Osytha cocks her head. “Ah am?” Shrugs. “Sorry. Din’t notice.” But when they take the cloak back...
  • Osytha
    A small, slender hand slips around Osytha’s. She lets Fel guide it, staring on while digits even paler than her own touch, and explore...
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