1. Osytha

    Private Hush, O Babe

    “Ah…” Doesn’t need to look up to recognise Syr Innis by her voice, by the burn-scarred hand draping another blanket over Lilia. Fuck. Syr Innis with a front-row seat, hearing the words strangle in Osytha’s throat, seeing the tears and snot running down her face. Watching a Knight two years her...
  2. Osytha

    Open (Himbo)dy and Soul

    Amongst the many eyes which turn to Syr Monroe, at least one pair lack the surprise of their fellows… which is not to say they’re any less impressed by the sight of that maiden shot landing true. These eyes were in White Port on that night of ill moons; saw just how much target practice Cathmore...
  3. Osytha

    Private Hush, O Babe

    That pale face stares back. Blue eyes round and full, mouth slack; stupefied. Osytha’s ears ring with nothing but his words. Not ‘you’ve done well’; perfect progressive, a thing yet unfinished. You did good, kid. Simple past tense. Something which has reached its end. But they’re not done, not...
  4. Osytha

    Private An Ash Strewn Hope

    It smells like… not all that much, dried little treats as they are. Still, a whiff of jerky, sweet potato, and, pompion meets Hector’s nose. “For’n those days we find ourselves amidst Astenvale again?” Back at the monastery… now there’s a thought; one that Osytha hasn’t entertained for a little...
  5. Osytha

    Private Preparing Providence

    How long since they had set out to rendezvous with Silja and the survivors she’d helped rally together? They’d wanted to move as soon as the thaw set in; squeeze out every second they could to stay ahead both of the next winter and those covetous barons’ forces. Most of the refugees were serfs...
  6. Osytha

    Private Home Away From Home

    “See? I kenned you was a fast learner.” Osytha slips her hand about his and guides the exorcist into position. “Now, take them reins in your left ’and, along wi’ a bit of ’er mane. Right ’un on t’cantle — that bit there, aye. Left leg bent just so, an’ I’ll hold et as you push off wi’ your...
  7. Osytha

    Private Hush, O Babe

    HUSH, O BABE While the red bee hums The silent twilight’s fall. Syrs Helena, Innis, Faramund, & Osytha Summer of 352 EOD A continuation of Now Hands That Build Quite possibly no other knight has ridden so far, nor so hard, in search of a flower. Hurt-sickle. Also goes by basket flower...
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  8. Osytha

    Private Restoration

    It’s a fine question. And Ballius is hardly the only one asking it, even if in Osytha’s case it’s still just bouncing around the confines of her head, yet unspoken. And there it will likely stay; as the knight works her way through Faine’s loaned intelligence, she only accrues more and more...
  9. Osytha

    Private Home Away From Home

    “Ha! You catch on quick. Mekkin’ a fool of yoursen’s allus to be expected wi’ summat new, though. If et ’elps any, I’ll be fain to tell you a few of my own misadventures once we’re bahn. Et’ll mak t’journey go by faster, anyroad.” Osytha stands by, Nise’s reins in hand as she watches the two...
  10. Osytha

    Private Now Hands That Build

    Still is the night that holds no respite As the hours turn to years This story is continued in Hush, O Babe
  11. Osytha

    Private Now Hands That Build

    “In thy own time.” Osytha rubs her weary face, then glances up at Faramund’s hand. When she takes it, the dusker finds herself hauled easily up to her feet. “A body’s entitled to keep a few secrets. I don’t matter thee any less for et.” I only ax because I want to do right by thee, going...
  12. Osytha

    Private An Ash Strewn Hope

    Has she seen Hector smile much before this eve? She must have. But it feels as though Osytha is only noticing it for the first time. Something’s welling up inside her to see him like this, and again, a sort of disquiet alongside. Unable to tell if that shard of him is but resonating with the...
  13. Osytha

    Private An Antidote for All Abnegations

    Now, Osytha could step in to give Syr Sabinian some backup. She just doesn’t feel like it quite yet. As much as she’s coming to like the reclusive elf, she’s not the sort to shield others from the consequences of their actions. The burned hand teaches best, as they say. And, yes, she is also...
  14. Osytha

    Private Now Hands That Build

    He speaks, and first, Osytha’s hand drops. Then her eyes lift back up to him. She watches Faramund stare at the coming dawn, her own face blank where his fills with something honest, for her, yet again. “You’re no fool, Osytha. But I most certainly am.” She turns her head to try and see what...
  15. Osytha

    Private Now Hands That Build

    “Sounds like plenty to me.” Osytha doesn’t look away from the blanket. Guffy, though — he greets Faramund with low-wagging tail and front paws up on the man’s legs. “Thank’ee. Truth be told, I was goin’ aht of my mind wonderin’ what might’ve ’appened to Heather. After all that lot’ve gone...
  16. Osytha

    Private Home Away From Home

    Fare lies demolished, tea drunk, and dishes scrubbed off in the scullery. Teeth likewise cleaned, rather more discreetly and by means of a fray-ended hazel twig plus herb-and-dilute-vinegar rinse. Breakfast went down a treat, sure enough, but some flavours do tend to outstay their welcome on the...
  17. Osytha

    Private Now Hands That Build

    “Just ask Lutz.” It could be a bad joke the way it sounds, though, Osytha doesn’t believe he’s so tasteless as that. “… I’ve never been a very good knight.” But if the words aren’t jest, then, how else can he mean them but in earnest? Osytha feels angry. She’s been angry at a growing number of...
  18. Osytha

    Private Preparing Providence

    Esota gives the burly man a blank look. “What it means…?” she repeats, as the knife in her hand slows to a halt. She glances down at the stilled blade, and frowns. “Is it anything like ‘bloody murdering bastards’?” Meanwhile, Osytha strikes some sparks to her charcloth. “‘Soldier’,” she muses...
  19. Osytha

    Private An Antidote for All Abnegations

    The subject of Syr Sabinian’s (frankly divine-sounding) honey cookies seems, somehow, to embarrass the other Knight slightly. “We-e-ell…” Osytha begins, and rubs the back of her neck in an awkward gesture. “Sort of, nivver ’ad t’chance. What wi’ mekkin et to Knight first try.” She gives Syr...
  20. Osytha

    Private Home Away From Home

    Momo’s account of his ordeal with the bedlinens has Osytha nodding thoughtfully, and Merifrith casting him an anxious sort of look. “Startin’ to see a pattern wi’ you an’ inanimate objects,” observes the former. The latter tuts at her daughter, before glancing back at Momo from the pan...
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