1. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    Farren didn’t answer. Not right away. Instead, her gaze lingered on his. Searching, searing, soft. And then, slowly, she stepped in, as if the gravity of him pulled her forward. The clamor of the clearing fell away, the press of watching eyes erased in the shelter of his embrace. Just the two...
  2. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private Venture forth, Young Dawn

    A black nose snuffled through the damp underbrush. Deep into the ferns and the moss that covered the woods around Lehtoja, a wolf moved like a shadow made flesh. Her fur, thick and dark as storm clouds, was damp around the legs and belly from pushing through bramble and fern. Silver eyes scanned...
  3. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    “You’re so incredibly beautiful.” The words landed differently than all the others— Like a stone sinking through still water. For a beat, Farren just stared at him, the edges of her vision still rimmed in blue fire and memory. Then, slowly, she let the pelt slip from one shoulder, shrugged it...
  4. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    The sun had begun to sink beneath the trees, painting the clearing in long shadows and golden light as her Ona approached, arms laden with fell deer pelts. Without a word, the elder woman wrapped her in them, the weight comforting, grounding. A belt of small bronze bells was cinched around...
  5. Farren Lóthlindor

    Unspoken Words

    Aarno, I hope this letter doesn't find you too confused at my own forwardness, and instead finds you well. The only thing I wish you to be while I am away on this mission for the Order. I've been out in the field now for a fortnight and I dream of a soft bed and socks that are not wet. But I...
  6. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private For Whom the Bell Tolls

    Darkness spat her out from its cloying pull and Farren gasped as she surfaced from unconsciousness, her body sluggish and unfamiliar in its pain. But she was human again. For a moment, Farren did not know where she was. The cold stone beneath her, the scent of damp and dust, the ache blooming...
  7. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    "Syr Lóthlindor, eh?" Her Oba said, eyes gleaming with a mischievous light. "Now that is a name that carries weight in this tribe, but don’t you worry, lad. Charm isn't the measure of a man’s worth here. Not by a long shot." He patted Aarno's shoulder with an easy grin. "A man’s heart, his...
  8. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    Bum leg. A laugh choked out of Farren, and she recovered with a pert hand on her hip and a mocking glare that assessed Krenví critically. No, no, this just wouldn't do. And as someone who could not be left without the last word, she shrugged one shoulder impishly and quipped, "Well, we can't...
  9. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    The buck huffed cautiously into Aarno's palm, and finding no treats except for rough callouses, crooned a low bellow and rested its chin in his hand. Farren laughed as the buck then stepped into Aarno, asking for pets while leaning into her side, chuffing endearingly. She clapped her hands...
  10. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    "I am fine, Ona, truly." Farren laughed at the deerskin gloves that cradled her face, a thumb rubbing away imagined dirt on her cheek; all an excuse for her grandmother to better inspect for any damage Farren may have sustained on her journey home for the festival. "I know, onya, but the moons...
  11. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private For Whom the Bell Tolls

    Though the spirit could not die, Farren had bled the monstrosity. The tethers between the spirits it had been bound to weakening and made pliable to her meddling, giving her the chance she needed to rebind it to Davina's empty bell. So it was, that, while Faramund and Aarno bickered, the fog...
  12. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private For Whom the Bell Tolls

    "You have to let it take me. Whatever happens, promise me you won't intervene." The soft chiming of Farren's bells felt heavy as they remounted his mare, Svala. "I have to bind it in the same circle that Davina used to make it." She had explained as they galloped for the lighthouse, the weight...
  13. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private For Whom the Bell Tolls

    FARAMUND The man's laughter splintered the last of the spirit's control. It was a provocation, an insult, a challenge that demanded an answer. Its rage tore through the air with a mighty bellow and the hunt had begun. Blood. They needed his blood. Burning. Crimson. Sweet. Anything to drown out...
  14. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private For Whom the Bell Tolls

    FARAMUND First, the ground trembled. It was subtle at first, a faint shiver in the earth beneath the fog, but it quickly grew stronger, the land groaning ‘neath the weight of something so unnatural. Then the spirit stirred, shifting in the mist as they sensed the intruder draw closer to the...
  15. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private For Whom the Bell Tolls

    It hurt. Everything hurt. The sun burned, so they had covered it. The hunger had been too great, so they had hidden themselves inside the lighthouse. The fog swirled thickest around the bottom of the lighthouse, clinging to the old stones they had once protected. The spirit stirred within it...
  16. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private For Whom the Bell Tolls

    Faramund had been there one moment, blazing a determined path ahead of them, but she had blinked one second and he had disappeared the next. The mist swallowing the hoofbeats of his mount. Sharply inhaling, Farren's hand struck out to grab the bend of Aarno's elbow next to her, having rode...
  17. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private For Whom the Bell Tolls

    Despite the layers Farren wore for their journey, the chill seeped through her heavy green cloak and layered like frost on her bones. How could Davina stand living in a place like this? Where the sun was never guaranteed and the mist coiled in your lungs, heavy enough to choke. And there was...
  18. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private For Whom the Bell Tolls

    From their letters over the years, Farren had learned that the cape town of Urbos, meaning "light at the edge", was a town known for the singular lighthouse that jutted stubbornly from the craggy wave-torn rocks at the very end of one of its crescent-shaped cliffs. From there, it had stoically...
  19. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private For Whom the Bell Tolls

    With the passing of the magical astronomical anomaly, came the returning light of the moons. The eight eyes of the night restored to their watchful guardianship of the night. Yet not all had returned to its original form. Magic had been plucked at and tampered. Reformed and rebirthed. Some even...
  20. Farren Lóthlindor

    Farren Lóthlindor

    Pronounced FAIR-en loth-LIN-door Farren hails from a traveling tribe of sages and druids who roam the wilds of the Mheara Mountains, guided by their reverence for the natural world and the mystical Vayd tree. Their ancestral traditions have been passed down through generations, and their...
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