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Matvi did not hide his eyes from her. Studying how she moved about that space he took such pride in working behind. A gleam of sharpness... -
Two tight squeeze of icicle-like fingers wouldn't be enough for Kieran to pull his hand out of Evyn's grip. He hoped his hand felt warm...
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Eyes never quite leaving Misora, Enkai bowed when he was expected to, or at least he hoped he did. He wouldn't tell his mother that he...
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"The personality?" Hector asks after, all sweet rise of curious there in the question. A little laugh as he shakes his head. "Whatever...
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A tale as old as the first stories of creation mentions a Queen of Centipedes. The inbetween of day and night was her twilight domain...
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Enkai looked victorious as Intendant Nuyen looked to her daughter. Is that right, anak? Yeah, it was right, Enkai thought, proud as can...
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Matvi eyed the Dawnling, and all the wreck that she was. Took bets with Etivya once that the pair of them would come back hitched...
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Fray fought the snort of laughter bubbling up her throat. The waif played her part well. She certainly looked starved enough that even...
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Pant after ragged pant sucked down breath through his grit teeth. He would go and get her. He had to. That damned girl. He had cost her...
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Wither reacted to Anira Verseheart's post in the thread Private The Ballad of the Blighted Shore with
Satisfying.
"If." She said the word like she was choking on it. If I have caused offense. Not I have caused offense. Not I was wrong. Just... if... -
Selene had spent long days and nights weaving the funeral shrouds now draped over Etivya and Torgan's bodies. Linen was traditional...
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A hand snatched up the bottle from Monroe's loose grip. Deft as it was, and drunk as she was, it was an easy thing to do. Easy as...
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A chill wind blew as the brethren gathered to bid farewell to two of their own. Cruel, uncaring, it stung the skin about Faramund's...
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Wither reacted to Etoile's post in the thread Open that sign can't stop me, because I can't read with
Knife.
There was never much that Etoile carried with her, much like how her room on the floatilla was empty. Trinkets always felt like clutter... -
Wither reacted to Nere Ashorn's post in the thread Open that sign can't stop me, because I can't read with
Fire.
"I have a horse to carry my things," Nere said, bleary-eyed, already too tired to trail the malice in the man's conversation. The...
