1. Osytha

    Private Now Hands That Build

    “I en’t too sure on t’ ‘fine’ part,” Osytha chuckles, softly, “but, aye, she taught me a great deal ’bout kindness. Too bad et took some stumblin’ of my own afore I really learned those lessons.” She turns her gaze forward, levelling it to the gloom beyond the campfires. A night like this...
  2. Osytha

    Private An Ash Strewn Hope

    Guffy’s appetite for pats apparently now sated, Osytha watches him up and trot over to Syrs Lefelen and Landonsera. Something interesting is happening over there, and he wants to help, good boy that he is. Most helpful indeed; wherever Lefelen puts his hands, there’s a cold little nose pressed...
  3. Osytha

    Private Home Away From Home

    Four sets of eyes — three of them politely blank, one much lower down and still possessed of its usual, baseline excitability — regard Momoshiro carefully as the exorcist fills in some gaps for them. Osytha’s silence lasts a couple seconds after he’s done, a pronounced quiet astride the balmy...
  4. Osytha

    Private Now Hands That Build

    This silence. And when Faramund breaks it, the raw edge in his voice. How he can’t look at her. His eyes, when he forces himself regardless. That sad, bloody smile again. Was this, one of those questions she should have left unvoiced? Nay. Osytha answers herself in the same moment she wonders...
  5. Osytha

    Private An Ash Strewn Hope

    “That yon nightjar steals milk from she-goats? Nay, Ah dursn’t ascribe to the notion.” Osytha mulls it over a little more. “Ah only says that ’cos… et’s amusin’? Ah think?” She glances down at Guffy next. The dog looks up a Hector, tail wagging in anticipation of more scritches, but even when...
  6. Osytha

    Private Home Away From Home

    “And what about you? Scholar? Scribe? Future village elder?” It’s not just the nose and hair — Leofric has also inherited his mother’s penchant for a nervous flush, judging by the way awkward colour is flooding into his face. “Um… nay,” the lad mumbles, as he and Hroðgar return to their seats...
  7. Osytha

    Private Now Hands That Build

    Osytha’s free hand comes and rests, palm-up over her eyes, as the corners of her mouth pull down taut in effort against a rising grin. “Nay, I— don’t— I need thee to stop,” she pleads, almost chuckling, “’cos if tha goest on about Syr Rimebol like that, I will laugh, an’ then I don’t reckon...
  8. Osytha

    Private Restoration

    Neat, quick, and parsimonious — not a movement wasted in the newcomer’s take-down of young Fletchley. Osytha notes it all as she wipes off the tip of her blade with a rag. In truth, she’s almost as surprised as Rupert there. Threatening injury in the course of a duel he himself decided upon...
  9. Osytha

    Private An Ash Strewn Hope

    The more Osytha listens, the more she realises — she’s angry, and trying to take it out on someone. Again. That last quip of hers had the taste of accusation, like any of it is actually Syr Lefelen’s fault. And despite that, he’s still answering her best he seems able to, without even a hint of...
  10. Osytha

    Private Now Hands That Build

    “A few folks, I s’pose. Syrs Sando, Bebin, Rimebol… they does their share of instructin’. Good teachers, in their own styles.” The Archers; three bright stars close together form the bow, a couple others off to the side make up the arrow. Draw a line along where the former is aimed and another...
  11. Osytha

    Private Home Away From Home

    “… some rust in Wendall’s field.” A man’s voice from downstairs. Speaking soft, a baritone rumble with a hint of hoarseness. “’Ad to burn a fair patch, to be safe, but there’s some as set aside for thee at t’cottage. What with Beth’s time bein’ so close by.” “Tha’rt a godsend, ’ave Ah ivver...
  12. Osytha

    Private Now Hands That Build

    Stars aren’t looking bad, tonight. With up to eight moons up there at any one time, Khurun’s night sky isn’t always a crystal clear window to the heavens above. Sometimes the lunar glare is so strong that only a handful of those brightest sparks are visible to the naked eye. But tonight, with...
  13. Osytha

    Private An Ash Strewn Hope

    Silence. Long enough to make someone start to sweat, and then— *Peent-peent*… *peent-peent*… *peent-peent* Popular spot for nighthawks, these woods. Sando looks back over to Hector, something between amusement and exasperation in the lopsided grin he wears. “Present and accounted for, if...
  14. Osytha

    Private An Ash Strewn Hope

    “Landon… sera…” Osytha mumbles it out, tries the feel of it on her tongue. And she keeps her gaze set downward on the pup as she does so, because she doesn’t want for Syr Hector to see the unfamiliarity with which she holds that word. It’s probably the sort of thing he’d worry over...
  15. Osytha

    Private Home Away From Home

    “Ah’m fain to ’ear et, love. Et’s allus easier to ’elp a body when theys actually allow thee to do so.” Merifrith wins a little downtime with the soup bubbling away, and finally takes a seat for herself. She pours out some tea, and adds a little squeeze of lemon to the brew. Now she’s no longer...
  16. Osytha

    Private Now Hands That Build

    … I bet he’s stripped them of their gold teeth by now, Osytha muses. She and Esota are wending their way through that stand of birch pinching at the road, rustling and snapping by careful steps over old fallen twigs and leaf litter. Faramund and Evelyn had best move quick smart if theys want...
  17. Osytha

    Private An Ash Strewn Hope

    “Heald!” Guffy freezes mid-bound, head sunk and ears flat. He gives Osytha a pitiful look; eyes big and watery, and so terribly confused as to what he might have done wrong. But, sorry for it, nonetheless. It breaks her heart to see him like that, every time. Especially when it’s not even his...
  18. Osytha

    Private An Antidote for All Abnegations

    Well, how about that? Osytha’s tomfoolery isn’t just her having a bit of fun with the man; she’s quite curious to see how Syr Sabinian chooses to respond. Would he play along with the joke, even add a few embellishments of his own? Awkwardly laugh it off? Scoff at her frivolity? His actual...
  19. Osytha

    Private Home Away From Home

    “You’re both very generous. Truthfully… more generous than I deserve after collapsing dramatically on the roadside.” This yields another mildly befuddled smile from Meri over towards her daughter. “Nay, that… that en’t a joke,” Osytha tells her. “Momo ’ere keeled reight ower tryin’ to unstick...
  20. Osytha

    Private Now Hands That Build

    Too far — Osytha belts back across the field with every shred of speed she can rip from her horse, but she’s too far away from that spiteful rider’s final charge. It doesn’t matter that the women have their spears. These foes were well-trained and experienced; the kind of skilled that will run...
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