1. Xenovia

    Private Country Roads, Take Me Home

    The Deva hears Osytha shouting up to her from the valley's basin, a dark speck of movement amidst the verdant landscape. Whatever reply she's looking for cannot be given in words. Now, wouldn't that be a neat trick, thinks the Shifted, already halfway back to her normal self, limbs enveloped in...
  2. Xenovia

    Private Country Roads, Take Me Home

    The horned head tilts, understanding writ in the way she stretches, wings pulled tight against her body, as if fighting the wish to unfurl. The laden pack dangling from her jaws swings pendulum-like as she rises, bright-bug gaze drifting to the road, then back to Osytha. A smile, there, in the...
  3. Xenovia

    Private Country Roads, Take Me Home

    The world shifts, opening up around her, like stepping through a door leading from one world to another. The new smells and sounds hit her almost immediately, the psychological shunt from beauty to beast both jarring and pleasant, as natural as breathing. That's all you have to do - breathe and...
  4. Xenovia

    Private Country Roads, Take Me Home

    The devahni chuckled gleefully. 'And what if I did?' She riposted, practised fingers unbuckling and unbinding, lips parted slightly in what might have been a smile, as the clothes continued to come off. Aye, Osytha was a good sport, and so very easy on the eyes. Gave as good as she got, even...
  5. Xenovia

    Private Country Roads, Take Me Home

    'No need for any oaths where your word will do,' said Xen, shrugging her pack from her shoulders and setting it upon a stretch of ruined wall, stones packed tight together by long-dead hands and worn down by time. Dry stone in mossy cloaks fouled by rain, sleet and snow, bird muck, and bullish...
  6. Xenovia

    Private Country Roads, Take Me Home

    '"Hope for the best, but prepare for the worst." Ain't that what they always say?' Whomever or whatever had the messenger in such a hurry wasn't like to go down without a fight, and the devah would just as soon avoid any bloodshed. With any luck, the two of them would be safe and tucked up in...
  7. Xenovia

    Private Country Roads, Take Me Home

    Xenovia keeps to the grassy verge as they venture onwards. She's never heard of Corndon let alone seen the place. Idle thoughts fill her mind, and she wonders if the sleepy little village is even big enough to be marked on a map. A quill-point of civilisation hidden deep within the sloping...
  8. Xenovia

    Private Country Roads, Take Me Home

    'How could I not?' Wrapped in a thick winter cloak -unlined, of course- Xenovia looked every bit the wanderer she had claimed herself to be for the past ten or so years. Back in her own clothes, greatsword cradled in her arms, the devahni had taken to admiring the landscape whilst Osytha...
  9. Xenovia

    Private A Little White Lie

    'You wish to help me?' The devahni studied the knight closely, the sword balanced across her knees still, and silent as the marker of some unknown grave. 'That's... kind of you, yes. Kind... but unnecessary.' Averting her gaze, Xen ran a palm down the flat of her blade, seeking comfort where...
  10. Xenovia

    Private A Little White Lie

    'You're only saying that 'cause I fished you out of the Wend,' replied Xen, fighting a grin. 'Not really sure why I got involved in the first place,' she confessed, a small sigh escaping her lips, as if she were allowing the thought to leave her crowded mind. 'Guess you reminded me of me. The...
  11. Xenovia

    Private A Little White Lie

    "Neither of them would have a hope in hell of slaying any dragons…" 'But you would?' Smiling gently, Xen tugged the blanket close, fingers sinking into the soft fabric as she crabbed sideways, freeing up space by the fire. Firebugs flitted to the rocking chair in the corner. Or rather the...
  12. Xenovia

    Private A Little White Lie

    The briefest moment of hesitation, and yet Xen noticed it plain as day. 'You should visit them, when next the chance presents itself,' she smiled sidelong at the Dusker, halfway between encouraging and wistful. 'Life moves in mysterious ways. Seems to me your ma only wished to protect you.' No...
  13. Xenovia

    Private A Little White Lie

    'Been. Past tense.' The past was said and done; weren't no changing it. 'Your father mightn't be a knight, but you are. Whether you meant to or not, you've already started in on forging your own legacy.' Xenovia had the faintest inkling of what it was to be a Knight of Anathaeum. The tales she...
  14. Xenovia

    Private A Little White Lie

    'You keep saying "sorry" like you've done something wrong, something that offends me.' Loosening her grip on the linen draped about her shoulders, Xenovia rose to her feet in the wake of Osytha's tale, tail swishing languidly in the firelight. Her head felt like a top set to spinning; how she...
  15. Xenovia

    Private A Little White Lie

    The medicine goes down and doesn't come back up. A good start, Xen thinks to herself, though she makes sure to stand at a safe distance, lest Osytha's tempestuous tummy prove her wrong. 'Thatagirl.' Enneleyn has a big ole smile on her face, the kind meant to encourage further obedience from...
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