1. Xenovia

    Private A Bad Place To Be

    Regret was not something Xen entertained often. An old acquaintance, it popped by every now and then to see how she was faring, surprising her most times with its appearance. If not for her long legs and iron will, it likely would've caught up to her, somewhere along the Road. But it didn't...
  2. Xenovia

    Private A Bad Place To Be

    Everyone shifted differently. It was one of life's small truths. For some, it was a private matter, best done behind closed doors or out of sight, as if the primal energies that flowed through devahni veins was something to be ashamed of. Xen wasn't. She was just scared. Blinking, she stood...
  3. Xenovia

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    'Exist?' Xenovia hazarded a guess, having only just met the guy. With any luck, awhile would become a while, and she'd get the opportunity to know him better, with or without Vyn's help. Stomping her feet, the big Deva marched through the snowy mush towards Jem, still warming his bones by the...
  4. Xenovia

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    'No. Worried I'll startle Myrtle.' It was a genuine concern, but not the real reason. Horses could be skittish, like most people with extra legs. The last thing she wanted to give Vyn was a broken neck, and gravity didn't play favourites. Never had. 'Sides, the way Jem's been stirring that...
  5. Xenovia

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    'Asked her did you?' Xen had never met anyone that could speak Quickfoot before. Druids were rare where she came from. Nigh-extinct, really. Too much stone and bustle. Shapechangers and devahni were more common, but assuming your primal form in the streets was, uh... Well, it was bad. Real bad...
  6. Xenovia

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    Xen nodded, more for Jem's sake than her own. 'All gifts given freely do,' she said, trying to decipher the look in his eye. He was a hard read, and not much of a talker. Friendly enough to let a stranger eat from the same pot, though. 'I have some inkling of what I wish to get her. Only, it...
  7. Xenovia

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    'You guess?' Xen practised looking perplexed. Nailed it. 'You're not sure?' Gordar. Quite the name for someone who may or may not be a leader. The only one to warrant being mentioned by name, it seemed. The redhead wandered why that might be. 'I guess I'll get to meet 'em soon enough,' she...
  8. Xenovia

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    'Now that you mention it...' Xenovia had yet to witness a wrathful Vyn. Try as she might, it was hard to picture the smaller devahni lashing out in anger. It just didn't suit her the way it did others. Neither did a runny nose, as it happened, but Xen hesitated to lend a helping hand where Vyn's...
  9. Xenovia

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    She made it sound like a threat. 'We will, will we?' Grinning, Xen nodded, yes. It will be nice, finally putting faces to names. Xen had been full of questions on the ride south. About life amongst the Elum, how they operated, who was who and what was what and why Vyn hesitated so much to name...
  10. Xenovia

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    A tough nut to crack, was Jem. The silent, mysterious types usually were. Still, the ghost of a smile was better than no smile at all; Xen would take what she could get when dealing with the stoic. 'Oh, aye!' She agreed, wrestling with her bowl and spoon, an arm still draped over Vyn's...
  11. Xenovia

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    'Drink to forget?' Xen wagered a guess, daring Jem to rap her knuckles the same way he had Vyn's. The ladle stayed stirring the pot, and she nodded, pleased with her little victory, even if it was accompanied by a none too subtle roll of the eyes. Jem still possessed both of his, which was more...
  12. Xenovia

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    The smells wafting from the cauldron had Xen's belly rumbling something fierce. Pulling down her scarf, she licked her lips, placing a firm hand on Vyn's shoulder before she could seek to take it all for herself. 'Not anymore it's not,' she replied, sparing Jem a grateful smile as she took a...
  13. Xenovia

    Open Shippin' Up To Crown's Hold

    Not a good idea, not what I wanted, take your pick! The crash and clatter was all about them now. No stopping it. Shrugging the greatsword from her shoulder, Xen took to using it as one might a stave or poleaxe, the fight far too up close and personal for naked steel. Besides, there was already...
  14. Xenovia

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    No, probably not. Her happiness was real enough, though. Xen liked to think that was all that mattered; it certainly mattered to Vyn. 'Xenovia. You're welcome.' Jem's hands were small things. Fingers like sausages. But he had a grip on him that surprised the big Deva, so much so she almost...
  15. Xenovia

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    For a second, Xenovia thought she was about to witness a murder. Indeed, the speed and strength with which Vyn attacked Jem would have led most rational minds to the same conclusion. A relief, then, when the two of them ended up in each other's arms. It was cute. Heartwarming. Even if the...
  16. Xenovia

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    Vyn wasn't making any sense. 'Who'll like me?' Xen asked. 'Onion?' The Deva didn't know Onion could like people. As far as she knew, the Pale was still trying to find its place in the world. Companionship was likely at the bottom of its list of priorities. Then, it clicked. Following Vyn's...
  17. Xenovia

    Open Shippin' Up To Crown's Hold

    Glass shattered. Tortured timbers came apart under the weight of hurled bodies. Pandemonium ensued, and not the fun, enjoyable kind. This was brass and broken bones. Knives and knuckles and boots in bad places. In short, trouble. The sort that would bring the Guard running once word got out. It...
  18. Xenovia

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    It wasn't far to the village. A hop, skip and a small tumble. The dogs were the first to spot them, their sniffers scenting strangers on the wind. Mad barking ensued, and then was silenced by a shout. It sounded like a man's voice - harsh and powerful, used to giving commands. An ex-soldier...
  19. Xenovia

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    Xen nodded, let her hand slip from Vyn's shoulder. 'This is true,' she agreed, 'though, I imagine fully-frozen strangers don't talk near so much as I have.' Her scarf crinkled as her lips curled. No doubt the smaller devahni had grown fed up of the incessant questioning over the past two weeks...
  20. Xenovia

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    Xen's face grew warm at the accusation. 'That's the thing about luck,' she smiled back, saddened. 'Sooner or later, it runs out.' The devahni didn't much believe in it herself. Skill and a little bit of courage had gotten her this far, though, admittedly, bumping into Vyn hadn't factored into...
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