1. 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...
  2. 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...
  3. 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...
  4. 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...
  5. 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...
  6. 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...
  7. 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...
  8. 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...
  9. Xenovia

    Private A Little White Lie

    'Least it's on,' Xen can be heard mumbling from somewhere inside her blankety cocoon. Arms encircle the devahni, trapping her, and for a second or two Xenovia wonders whether Osytha seeks to hug the life from her. Granted, there were worse ways to go. At least it's warm in here, she mused...
  10. Xenovia

    Private A Little White Lie

    Footsteps in the hallway. Voices muffled by old wood. The Planter answered both in turn, though not before its time. Outside the shuttered windows, Xenovia can hear the rain as it continues to fall in steady streams, a wet start to an otherwise promising day. 'Ah, still alive, I see!' Beyond the...
  11. Xenovia

    Private A Little White Lie

    Every breath is a struggle, every kick and claw an exercise in futility. Xenovia's muscles burn as she tries to keep both herself and Osytha afloat. Next to the bobbing cutter is a jetty. A ladder. It's almost a relief when sees it, though the Deva can't allow herself to relax, not yet...
  12. Xenovia

    Private A Little White Lie

    Walking in Cuttle's shadow, Xen follows the unwilling prisoner through the streets like some unspoken threat, the presence behind him enough to keep the thug moving when the one beside him falters. The drunk ramblings spewing from Osytha's lips aren't worth listening to, though both Xen and...
  13. Xenovia

    Private A Little White Lie

    Osytha's coin purse might not be laden with silver, but it's enough to convince the others that it just ain't worth it. Why tangle with some thrice-cursed ashblood when you could make off with her partner's coin? It was a no-brainer, really. Even a guy like Cuttle could understand the pragmatism...
  14. Xenovia

    Private A Little White Lie

    No one stops them from leaving, nor does anyone follow. The sinkhole disappears from sight, and still Xen cannot glimpse a tail. Doesn't mean we haven't grown one, the devahni reminds herself, face grim, the rain stinging her eyes like shards of ice loosed upon the land. Winter's breath has an...
  15. Xenovia

    Private A Little White Lie

    So, that was what the poets meant by "a trickle to a flood". Xen wasn't sure whether to laugh, cry, heel a palm, or attempt to do all three consecutively. Frank certainly found the situation far from humourous. So, too, the gangoons, but at least she wouldn't have to wonder what the term "poetic...
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