1. Osytha

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    It all feels disconnected. As though she — the thinking part of Osytha — has been taken outside herself to watch, curiously, over Krava’quiloor’s shoulder as the not-elf tinkers under her hood. Happening to a different ‘her’; detached. Which is probably for the best. “How is it feeling? Head...
  2. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    If Vitri doesn’t feel compelled to make conversation, Osytha is content to indulge his silence. They’re better off keeping alert to their surroundings, anyway. Watching for figures like those clustered under the listing lamppost. Might be most such folks aren’t sure if the trio have enough of...
  3. Osytha

    Private An Antidote for All Abnegations

    “You should hide, Syr, I will handle the rest. This elicits a succinct gesture from Osytha, her hand raised to head height in a thumbs-up; understood. She slips away back toward the line of birch, finding a handy patch of great willowherb to mask herself from Midnight. As she brushes in behind...
  4. Osytha

    Private A Little White Lie

    Seems to me your ma only wished to protect you. “Yeah. I know.” Osytha catches that soft little smile at her side, serving back a rueful flicker of her own. “She always put me first. Hell, she puts everyone before herself, but me especially. Would explain why I was such a spoiled brat.” Which...
  5. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    The knight, however, is already clasping her brown cloak closed with a simple steel brooch below her throat. A burgundy sleeve rises up and reaches out from its folds, so Osytha’s pale hand can tap gently atop the metal box; tink, tink. “Don’t feel you mun wait up on me.” She strides to the...
  6. Osytha

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    The youngest marlstone makes for blocky, angular debris, hard lines pressing into Osytha’s palms and against her knees as she half walks, half climbs her way up the slope. An excited yip-yip makes her look behind, to the small dark potato dangling in Lock’s grasp. Guffy’s curly tail starts to...
  7. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    Once Safya has towed her ward to safety, and the matter of ‘rules’ is broached, Osytha eases herself onto one of the seats by the table, and nods along. Perhaps ‘safety precautions’ would be a more apt label for the accountant’s list. From the sounds of it, no one will care more about Osytha...
  8. Osytha

    Private Home Away From Home

    “A-About the investigation. Unless you’ve found something I’ve missed. Do you have anything else you need to do after this? Because if you don’t... I wouldn’t mind staying a little longer.” Memory dredges up Merifrith’s anxious face. “… as soon as tha’rt done, come find me. Please?” Osytha...
  9. Osytha

    Private An Ash Strewn Hope [M]

    Cackling when Hector sends the sky all a-tumble, and Osytha finds herself sinking into his arms. Nuzzling into his neck as he carries her off. Plants soft, open-mouthed kisses from collar to jaw. Wants his skin. His sweat. Even his prickly sandpaper stubble. She’s had his lips and the slick...
  10. Osytha

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    “The lady… sent to find you! Well there is coming but— not soon. She’ll tell you! Nothing to fight rright now!” Osytha leans her weight back, slowing Forbs’ pace to a walk that Lock might easily match. She takes a very long, deep breath. Counts to five, and just as slowly, lets it all out. Then...
  11. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    “Move, you damned—” Osytha quickly steps aside. But she can barely even get out a “Sorry…” before the swarthy devahni is through and ramming the door shut behind him. When Safya leans her bedraggled face down to check, she finds Osytha staring dully after the man as though she can see through...
  12. Osytha

    Private A Little White Lie

    “They rode the wagon train as far South as Akke— On second thought, nevermind. They got away, that’s what matters. After what happened… Well. I fled the city. Nearly froze to death. If not for the Elum, I would have.” Osytha’s not so out of it as to miss that blatant show of caginess on Xen’s...
  13. Osytha

    Private Preparing Providence

    Esota glances from halted behemoth to chipper knight. “‘Schirmaister’?” she puzzles of Osytha. “It means… well, in this context, it means a fencin’ master an’ teacher.” She returns the prospect’s inquisitive look. “Et’s ne uncommon for noble houses to retain a schirmaister to instruct their...
  14. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    “… I’m not— trying to frighten you and your pathetic group of mind-raped cultists—” No? Osytha’s face betrays nothing as she keeps staring at Rois. You only ‘need a knight to see it’, someone like me, so ‘maybe my report will be scary enough’ that ‘you are left well enough alone’. If you don’t...
  15. Osytha

    Private Restoration

    “Oh.” Osytha blinks down into her surprise slushie. “Look at that.” She lifts the goblet up, inspecting its rim of frost-turning-dew and the rapidly beading condensation. Then turns to Salazin and gives a little nod. “Cheers, big ears.” The liquor’s concentrated into an almost syrupy fluid...
  16. Osytha

    Private A Little White Lie

    It’s a hell of a story. And Osytha thought she had it rough. It’s still a huge, jumbled mess up in that thick skull of hers, but after everything tonight, maybe she’s found one place to start with cleaning out: all these big useless boxes of self-pity. Feels like they’ve only been getting in the...
  17. Osytha

    Private An Ash Strewn Hope [M]

    Inevitable. That’s the feeling hanging over Osytha. Beyond this tiny haven, this slice of farmstead in its golden hour, that inevitability has a different sense to it. One which makes her wish she’d, say, told mum “I love you,” a bit more often, and stocked Leofric up on more books last time...
  18. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    Osytha doesn’t want to make too many assumptions about the man. That’s basically the entire reason she’s here, because she and the order simply don’t yet know enough about the Crocodile Butcher. So she’s trying not to fall prey to the trap of expectations. But even so, of all the expectations...
  19. Osytha

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    They’re hesitant to give up their salvage efforts at first, the fisherfolk. Toils know they’ve worked hard enough to help Osytha clear the beach, and one of their number’s paid dearly for it. Crates and barrels, their staves swollen by seawater, keep getting dragged up, leaving furrows through...
  20. Osytha

    Private An Antidote for All Abnegations

    “Good enow.” Osytha’s lips twist, lopsided, as she takes the rope and begins to loop it into a lariat. “Not my preferred method, but I trust your judgement, syr.” Forcibly restraining a beast only tends to panic it even more, and a creature driven mad with fear becomes reckless, which really...
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