1. Osytha

    Private Now Hands That Build

    The pig is good. Freshly roasted, dripping with juices… Osytha had taken a couple of sublime mouthfuls of flesh, still hot off the fire, and then crunched her way through a little of that ultimate prize: pork crackling. Old Nanny Briscoe had done wonders working the spit once they (well, more...
  2. Osytha

    Private Home Away From Home

    “It’s not the worst pronunciation of my name I’ve ever heard.” The response to that is a slight quirk of Osytha’s brow. “Feelin’ nicely enough to pay me bloody cheek, then,” she grumbles… but there’s an amused curl at the corner of her mouth. “I s’pose that’s a good sign.” His reaction when...
  3. Osytha

    Private An Ash Strewn Hope

    “Still don't think I have that dialect quite right.” “An’ Ah would ne’ax such a thing of thee,” assuages Osytha, though she looks amused. “’Tis an unkerd thing, full of archaisms, vowels un-shifted, an’ vestigial case inflections. But I could teach thee et, if’n tha truly wish’st. Should the...
  4. Osytha

    Private An Antidote for All Abnegations

    It’s quite a change which seems to come over Syr Sabinian there, as he stares at that revenant cow. Something tender enters the man’s gaze; something which reminds Osytha of a doting parent’s rapt adoration, and she has the feeling he’s looking at more than just Mr Cuddles, more than just in the...
  5. Osytha

    Private Home Away From Home

    Muted blue eyes regard Momo, patiently, giving him all the time he needs to gather himself. Osytha has never herself had to experience the special kind of hell which shroudlash seems to visit on a body, so she can’t truly imagine what he must be feeling right now. At least it seems her boy’s...
  6. Osytha

    Private Now Hands That Build

    “That's a fine aim you've got, Osy.” “Aye. Sure hope so,” she murmurs, tailing after Faramund and Guffers down the slope. “I owe it to the pig.” Better that Osytha miss entirely than land a glancing blow which leaves the beast able to escape, only to suffer terribly for days before finally...
  7. Osytha

    Private An Ash Strewn Hope

    “And if we come across this here old gheist, we high tail it out of the bosque, no heroics.” Syr Sando’s command is acknowledged with a nod. “Aye, syr,” Osytha replies as she packs away the lick. The possibility they’ll get to kill two birds with one stone while they’re out here, it’s a nice...
  8. Osytha

    Private Now Hands That Build

    Faramund brings them to a good vantage point over the hollow. Osytha crouches low, almost in a squat, feet carefully testing the ground before she commits her weight to each step. There’s still a whisper of sound to it, but low enough the boar below won’t hear it over their own foraging. She...
  9. Osytha

    Private Home Away From Home

    “I also like my belly rubbed.” That… Osytha doesn’t know how to deal with that. She can barely deal with what she just blurted out. Woman just gawps at Momo for a second before turning her still-reddened face aside. She’s not quite ready to deliberately look him in the eye, not yet...
  10. Osytha

    Private Now Hands That Build

    That look which comes over Faramund toward the end there, before he blinks it away… she’s not sure what to make of it. Osytha wonders if the question she’d asked was one of those ones better left unvoiced. Seems it’s brought on the snow. Or, is this coldness something that was already there...
  11. Osytha

    Private Now Hands That Build

    Son of a— Faramund laughs his stupid fucking laugh, and Osytha’s first instinct is to ding him reight good across the ear. Second instinct, which wins out once her hackles settle down a touch, is to join in, and he hears an appreciative little snort from her direction. Can’t deny he really had...
  12. Osytha

    Private Home Away From Home

    Three sets of eyes turn to the dog. Guffers is oblivious, having found something terribly interesting about Momo’s feet. That little wet nose is right in there, circling and snuffling around the soles of those sandals. Probably learning all about what kind of path this man took to reach them...
  13. Osytha

    Private An Ash Strewn Hope

    One hand cradles Forbítter’s chest, the other sweeps its brush along broad flank. The feel of his hair and muscle is a tranquil thing; as calming for Osytha as she hopes her own touch is for the beast. They meet each other’s gaze, briefly, until Forbs swings his head forward and stares deeper...
  14. Osytha

    Private Now Hands That Build

    Osytha gives a little shrug. “They’ve tried. But I think they’re too scared of Forbs to get close, for some reason.” Then she looks a little thoughtful; the recollection of those flighty youth’s attentions having dislodged something else. “William did propose to me, actually.” William is six...
  15. Osytha

    Private An Antidote for All Abnegations

    “Wear gloves, Syr Osytha.” “I’ll find some clean ones right away.” Osytha glances up to the man. “I appreciate it, Syr Sabinian.” They watch him leave, a little taste of anxiety lingering in the air. Then Osytha looks down at Guffers again. “Don’t reckon we’ve any in your size there, boyo,”...
  16. Osytha

    Private Now Hands That Build

    Forbítter comes dutifully to a halt at Osytha’s command. “Alright, you lot — off you pop,” she announces, to a symphony of whining protestations. She begins to lift the children down, one by one. “It’s ferret time. Grab your nets and get crackin’. Bar you, Jonas. You stay up there while Forbs...
  17. Osytha

    Private An Antidote for All Abnegations

    That’s curveball number two, now. Osytha keeps her face carefully blank, though she can’t deny being a little taken aback by the elf’s request. Does Syr Sabinian actually mean to keep this from the brass? Sure, sometimes you can, sort of, bend the rules slightly here and there, maybe take a...
  18. Osytha

    Private Home Away From Home

    Momo’s answer from the dog is an immediate uptick in the beating of that tail, but, as excited as he seems, Guffy stays by Osytha’s feet and looks up at her for permission first. The knight smiles back down at him. “Ġefriólíc,” she says — and he’s off like a shot. The small beast is built low...
  19. Osytha

    Private Now Hands That Build

    Osytha follows his gaze down, and for a moment there, the man’s road-dusted toes have a captive audience. “You mean from the trek?” she asks. “Or because you’ve took your boots off?” Osytha pretends not to hear the appreciative chorus of giggles from atop Forbítter. Man might actually be onto...
  20. Osytha

    Private An Antidote for All Abnegations

    Woman looks a little nonplussed for a second there. Of course she has Forbítter? She needs a horse. Forbítter is a horse. Forbítter is her horse. And he’s perfect. Ergo, she has Forbítter. Oh, and another horse, too; a dark chestnut rouncey by the name of Evensong. Nice girl; patient, dutiful...
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