1. Alouette D’aureville

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    Warmth expanded in her chest, heart beating fast, discordant cadence affecting all of her. It felt good to know he had missed her, too. It was nicer yet to know that what he missed the most was their conversations, something Lou had missed as well. As he pulled her towards the laitmonger, Lou...
  2. Alouette D’aureville

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    "Would you?" Her fingers tightened around him, subtle like the stretch of cat claws that were careful not to clutch at skin, only fabric. "I can show you what I did, and maybe you can see where the mistakes are? I did think that maybe if I had gone with a different weave than a twill, it might...
  3. Alouette D’aureville

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    Lou nodded her head. Yes, she thought, elated, that was the color scheme she was going for. So many birds flew, but roadrunners stayed on the ground. They had a freedom all their own, one that they chose. Lou had seen them fly before, a short burst of flight to get somewhere high away from a...
  4. Alouette D’aureville

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    Twins suns shone bright at her, her smile growing like a sprout in spring. The sound of people speaking over each other while haggling, the steady, slow roll of cart wheels bumping against uneven stones, the hot air when in the midst of a crowd, all of it faded away with each step. Until...
  5. Alouette D’aureville

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    Of course, Lou thought, how silly to think they were saying something bad about his cooking. They hadn't said anything of the sort, had they? Lou wasn't sure why she had barked at them. No wonder Ketyl felt the need to put her in her place. Lou blinked, brows furrowed. What a strange thought to...
  6. Alouette D’aureville

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    Vibrant verdant green dazzled against the faded red robes; it instantly caught her emerald gaze and gave her memories of a warm day sneaking away to peek inside bird nests. Lou nodded her head, listening to Roki. She had to tilt her head up at him even more when he stood on his toes, announcing...
  7. Alouette D’aureville

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    With those five words 'salted pistachios, always, Syr Noa,' the sun became a little brighter and color returned to the world around Lou. Perhaps it wasn't the words at all but the voice itself. Finally, a friend. Lou's heart swelled as she looked at Roki, vibrant violet hair and glowing golden...
  8. Alouette D’aureville

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    Ketyl and Winnika didn't stop flirting, even when they passed through the guards at the only visible entrance into Soup de Chiens. Something told Lou that being built against a mountain meant there had to be a tunnel that could bring everyone to safety in the event of an attack. Perhaps a...
  9. Alouette D’aureville

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    [art credit] "Where does such tenderness come from?" Marina Tsvetaeva Where does such tenderness come from? These aren’t the first curls I’ve wound around my finger— I’ve kissed lips darker than yours. The sky is washed and dark (Where does such tenderness come from?) Other eyes have known...
  10. Alouette D’aureville

    Open Hope is the Thing with Feathers

    “A lot of hummingbirds get named after those who find them,” Lou mused, considering the options given. She liked them all, though flesh-eating was lower on the list. A hummingbird sticking its beak into the soft, rotting flesh of a corpse was not as idyllic as a hummingbird sticking its beak...
  11. Alouette D’aureville

    Open Fresh Fish, Rumbling Purr, Soft Feathers

    Shredded trout flesh was thrown towards the animals so greasy hands could take hold of the verdant green cloth. Lou had a grateful smile, eyes glittering at Hector’s kindness to lend her something so beautiful just for her to sully it. Absently, she considered how the cloth got such a deep hue...
  12. Alouette D’aureville

    Open Fresh Fish, Rumbling Purr, Soft Feathers

    A sheepish twitch of Lou's lips soon turned to a childish pout. That's how it had started initially, leaving the fish for them in places they frequented. There was a sort of innocent glee to scamper off to a hiding place and wait for the cats to find her meager offerings. That was the chivalrous...
  13. Alouette D’aureville

    Open Fresh Fish, Rumbling Purr, Soft Feathers

    If Lou's legs weren't as strong as they were, the small fright she got not once but twice might have set her crashing on her behind. Luckily, she only squeaked while her knees shook between flight or fight. The trout skin was slimy and warm on her fingers, and the small squire looked towards...
  14. Alouette D’aureville

    Open Hope is the Thing with Feathers

    Roses bloomed on Lou's cheeks; she had meant it as an observation. She felt silly for being wrong. Syr Cydonia was a sun elf, wasn't she? Lou liked the idea that there were others like her village, separate but united in their connection to the world, the forests, the creatures, big and small...
  15. Alouette D’aureville

    Open Fresh Fish, Rumbling Purr, Soft Feathers

    If one were to ask Lou if she were a cat or a dog person, she'd have said both. If they were to ask instead if she were a cat or a bird person, Alouette would have chosen a bird. Yet, if asked whether she liked fish or cats better, then little Lou would have quickly said 'cat.' It was a strange...
  16. Alouette D’aureville

    Open Hope is the Thing with Feathers

    The South. Lou's brows knitted together. She had never been south, but had seen pictures of birds from other lands in the library. She couldn't quite remember them, though Syr Cydonia had brought a few exceptionally bright and colorful sketches to mind. Her lips pursed, not from concentration...
  17. Alouette D’aureville

    Open Hope is the Thing with Feathers

    "Suppose I say 'summer,' write the word 'hummingbird,' put it in an envelope, take it down the hill to the box. When you open my letter you will recall those days and how much, just how much, I love you." -Raymond Carver "Hummingbird" [This thread will take place over 7 days, with each day...
  18. Alouette D’aureville

    Open Library times (Squire tales)

    She took the book, gently holding onto the binding and inspecting the front and sides before opening it to a random page. Her interest had peaked with the mention of possible lewd drawings, and she was curious as to how she would even go about drawing such intimacy. Lou wasn't sure she could...
  19. Alouette D’aureville

    Open Library times (Squire tales)

    Dark brown brows lifted up into her messy bangs that never knew if they wanted to be straight, left, right or frizzy. For a quick moment, Alouette assessed Arbok, studying her face and then looking at the book she protected so seriously with her strong arms. Lou truly couldn’t read, so though...
  20. Alouette D’aureville

    Open Library times (Squire tales)

    "You'll find the books more your speed over there," Squire Ulrika said, pointing to a back corner. They're labeled by reading level, so stick to the three and under." The tall girl with strawberry blonde hair genially patted Alouette's shoulder. "I'll be over there," she pointed at a section...
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