1. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    “Al-gurrah, eh?” murmurs Osytha. The inn’s silhouette is within sight, though without much in the way of defining features visible through the dark, it’s really just the way that shadow stands separate from the others which marks it as such. That, and the familiar hooded figure waving them down...
  2. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    “… it’ll be easy enough to simply not sell to them. If they are your enemies then I suppose, in the pursuit of peace, they are now ours too. No-one’ll know you told me. I do not gain anything by running to this ‘Astenvale’ and getting you in trouble.” For a moment, Osytha can only stare...
  3. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    That is… a lot. Stewards, cooks, grooms, and chambermaids alike. Those poor hapless sods. The kind of collateral why, as Osytha said, her order has to think very hard about the consequences before doling out retribution. It’s damning enough to have just the blood of the ‘guilty’ on one’s hands...
  4. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    Another heavy, thoughtful silence dogs at the knight as she weighs up Rois’ return question. She holds it in her mind, considering all its familiarities, marking too its differences from her own experience. “I honestly don’t know,” Osytha confesses, at last. “Whenever I lose kin to the Chistans...
  5. Osytha

    Private A Little White Lie

    “I used to lose sleep over what I’d call my sword,” Osytha admits with a sheepish grin. “Up until I was, what, twelve? Then when I actually got the damned thing a few years ago, I didn’t want to be one of those people, so I kept it nameless in the end. Joke’s on me, though — I still turned into...
  6. Osytha

    Private Home Away From Home

    There was no dark shape, no lupine presence when Osytha’s eyes swept belatedly over the patch of woodland which had caught Momo’s attention. But that doesn’t mean she missed how his every line went taut with alarm; ears pricked, eyes locked in, his hand rippling with tension against hers. She...
  7. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    Doing as she’s told, trailing a few careful steps behind Roi’s weary stride. Following him through the cramped passages, now revealing their hewn and chiselled facets in the warm flare of his finger-flame. “Stay close, or you’re going to get very lost…” He assumes Osytha can’t recall the route...
  8. Osytha

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    A mighty wave against a sturdy cliff. Riding all that surging force… only to dash asunder ’gainst the hard rock of reality. And you along with it. Troublesome, wrenching, exhausting. How many times can you break like that and pick yourself back up again? And yet… “Ah don’t reckon grief mun be...
  9. Osytha

    Private An Antidote for All Abnegations

    “Made special,” alright. Getting wee Midnight shod would be like shoeing a foal — you’d be hard-pressed to find a farrier who’s even done such a thing. Osytha has a sudden, brief yet intense vision of her stepfather Hroðgar hunched right over a tiny little anvil, tiny little tweezer-forceps in...
  10. Osytha

    Syr Osytha of Hræfn Leah

    A POSSIBLY USEFUL GUIDE TO LEAH DIALECT OR: WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS SHE ON ABOUT? GENERAL NOTES THE NOT-SO DEFINITE ARTICLE You will see Osytha says t’ a lot, instead of a fully-formed the like a normal person. This t’ isn’t actually pronounced as a hard ⟨t⟩; it’s called a glottal stop ⟨ʔ⟩, and...
  11. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    “Right…” Whatever ire Rois manages to scrape together seems mostly lost on Osytha, who’s absently tying off a gauze wrap around her injured forearm. It’s the magitech array which truly has her focus; with her calculating blue gaze scanning along the wires that run from console up to...
  12. Osytha

    Private An Ash Strewn Hope [M]

    More giggling with her legs in the air; a strange laugh of pain, from his fingers kneading every hardship out her feet until they’re nothing but jelly. Those hungry hands riding up her calves, next, and she can feel it — the fate of their course. Realisation pulses down her belly, stabbing so...
  13. Osytha

    Private Home Away From Home

    Momo’s acute observation on the algebra of culpability is well-recieved, leaving Osytha to nod along in satisfaction. He gets it, see? “Another point for Momoshiro Komori,” she announces. “If a crime is shared, so’s the guilt, aye? With us twa plus, say, Guffy ’ere — you too Syr Rainbow Dragon...
  14. Osytha

    Private A Little White Lie

    “Just couldn’t sit back and let it happen, y’know?” Osytha sits on that one, and lets the conversation keep rolling by. Do I know? she wonders. Had our roles been reversed, would I have been just as unable to leave you to your fate? It’s easy to say ‘no’. But that’s only because she’s looking...
  15. Osytha

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    “‘Agreeable’…?” Not quite the word I’d use for it. Parameters (‘agreeable’): adjective, comparable. From ‘agree’ (verb) + ‘-able’ (adjective-forming suffix). Commonly used to describe something as not just acceptable, but pleasingly so, as well. Osytha allows darkness to swallow the sky at...
  16. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    Welcome back, Vitri. A genuine sentiment, but one Osytha keeps to herself lest it come across as condescending. Last thing they need is for him to think she’s trying to rile him up again. “Alright,” she whispers instead, rolling off the man and freeing him. “What do you need from me?” The...
  17. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    It’s clear, from the moment Vitri looks at her, that she’s underestimated the man’s hatred. Even clearer how deeply she’s put her foot in it once those hooked blades flash out. She retreats a step, hands held up plaintively. “Hey, I just—” “I’ll kill you!! I’ll fucking KILL you!!” And he’s...
  18. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    “Every shaft has an owner. The ones that own dead ends make a killing renting them out for things.” Osytha shrugs. Guesses it’s not that kind of ‘the Pit’, then. Such a name usually conjures up images of clandestine fighting rings; gladiators matched in bloody combat, vicious beasties pitted...
  19. Osytha

    Private Home Away From Home

    “The way tha say’st that,” Osytha retorts, “en’t exactly discouragin’ me from findin’ aht.” Leaning in close with his voice low in her ear, clasped hands talking to one another through their fingers, and his tail teasing around her waist like this… Momo could probably say anything to her, and...
  20. Osytha

    Private A Little White Lie

    No argument from Osytha, when Xen guides her down before the hearth. Wrong way round or no, her simple linen shift doesn’t do much against the cold. Nonetheless, she finds it’s not so uncomfortable sitting here, on big soft tufts of wool and so close to the fire that her whole front snares its...
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