1. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    This is certainly one of the more… unconventional talks to which she’s been party. Rois squirms and pants upon the bed like some slavering beast, but the curious thing to Osytha is she’s not sure if his behaviour stems from the Shroud Fiend’s unbridled impulses, or if this is Rois’ very own...
  2. Osytha

    Private Home Away From Home

    Maybe he notices. Maybe he doesn’t. It’s an abrupt little thing, just on the cusp of hearing. But, when Momo’s tail snakes around Osytha to tug her close… just maybe, a faint gasp of surprise escapes the woman. He doesn’t say anything. She doesn’t say anything, right back at him. And Guffy...
  3. Osytha

    Sanctum of Operations: Status Reports and Mission Debriefs of the KoA

    AFTER-ACTION REPORT Filed by Osytha, Knight Sworn on 17th Griham, 351 EoD DESCRIPTION OF EVENTS Arrived in Hyldesdale morning of Akozith 9th, under the false identity of ‘Brycen’, a travelling merchant, as provided for operational purposes. Syr Kenneth kept in reserve at the northern border...
  4. Osytha

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    “We want to honour Momoshiro Komori.” Just because Osytha knew it was coming, doesn’t make it easier to accept. Momoshiro Komori. She doesn’t really hear anything after that. Not over the ringing in her head. Krava’s words take like ink to greasepaper; no sooner having formed than beading...
  5. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    Osytha steps into the room. Gives it a good, long, sweeping gaze. And lets out an appreciative low whistle. While Rois gripes on at Safya about the service, Osytha meanders over toward that array of silver rings set into the large, stone blocks. One hand loosens her neckline a little and starts...
  6. Osytha

    Private Home Away From Home

    Momo just… accepts the story. Like how he accepts all the small, delicate things; carefully, gratefully, and without ripping the petals off that piece of her she’d just exposed. Osytha’s gaze remains lowered, but she feels her awkwardness quell back down. Fingers tuck a loose lock of hair behind...
  7. Osytha

    Private A Little White Lie

    “And you? Are you okay, Osytha?” The stillness with which she answers, could be such that Osytha didn’t even hear the question. Enneleyn knows better, though; she can see the tender machinery turning over behind those bleary eyes, trying to decide how much to bare. The young medicant gives her...
  8. Osytha

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    Osytha winkles her nose against the reek of eau de la pourriture. “’Er Ladyship don’t ken t’ half of et,” she laments of that smell. “Sorry about that.” She pauses, and runs the list back through her head: seaweed, seashells, and… either moss or mould? “Curious shoppin’ list, that. If’n Ah find...
  9. Osytha

    Private An Ash Strewn Hope [M]

    And there, atop that of the sheep, the magpies, and her yappy little Guffers, is the voice she’s been holding out for. Osytha comes to a rest, watching out over fluffy, ambling shapes across bronze-lit paddocks, while she listens to Syr Hector exchange gentle banter with her boy. One more...
  10. Osytha

    Private An Antidote for All Abnegations

    No Syr Noa, she can understand. Osytha doesn’t know what Sabinian’s beef with Silas and Cymbeline could be, though; her impression of Silas is that he’s a decent enough sort, often found glued to Syr Lucero’s side, while Cymbeline strikes her as a sweet, considerate woman. A bit bookish, too...
  11. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    “I apologize…! Is nothing, yani — we do not get visitors at all, so lots of feelings and thoughts stay inside too long. I am very sorry, Syr.” Safya’s crest sways back and forth in a microcosmic mimicry of her contrite little bow. Osytha watches for a moment, the soft sound of keening glaze in...
  12. Osytha

    Private A Little White Lie

    Martigan shrugs from over in the corner. “Not much,” she tells Volmar, while the man clunks the fresh receptacle down. Now that she’s freed, and now that Xen isn’t at risk of getting caught in the crossfire, Osytha reaches reluctantly out for her medicine. “This one first, syr,” Enneleyn...
  13. Osytha

    Private Home Away From Home

    Momo has a very nice laugh, Osytha decides. That one just now was soft and good-natured; a perfect accompaniment to this tranquil little walk. She wouldn’t mind hearing it again at some point. And maybe, when he’s up to it, he’ll even share a few others from his repertoire. Being able to hear...
  14. Osytha

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    “My…?” Osytha glances back down at Guffy. He looks up with his tongue lolling out. Then, he takes the opportunity from this sudden lull to sneeze, in an excited sort of way, all over her hand. A ‘familiar’, as in, like a witch’s companion spirit? She cackles. “In a manner of speakin’, aye. You...
  15. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    “I know you are being a knight, Syr Osytha, but… especially come moon-rise, it is dangerous. Of course you are being a free person and can do what you like, but you are also a girl.” And to that, Osytha simply nods. Safya isn’t wrong. Circumstances depending, she can fight off two or three...
  16. Osytha

    Private A Little White Lie

    Presumably it’s the badger in there, who’s sat upright on the mattress. It’s a bit hard to tell when Enneleyn first opens the door; whoever it is, they seem to be in the middle of a losing battle against a linen shift, which has taken hold at about the two-thirds point down and is refusing the...
  17. Osytha

    Private An Ash Strewn Hope [M]

    She wants to shut it out, shut it all out; blind herself to the empty stares, plug her ears against deliverance of steel— “Osytha!” —but that cry is cause to force her eyes back open, and her trembling blue gaze lands on Syr Hector as he sweeps down on her. Just as his arms come to wrap her...
  18. Osytha

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    Her last hours. A stillness comes over Osytha, leant over the table. Slowly, she at last turns her head to look at Lock and Krava’quiloor, a blank expression etched into her face. “She really in that bad of a way?” Not like she should be surprised. It’s obvious the woman’s had that kind of...
  19. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    Osytha gives a little nod toward the two guards, before shuffling inside at the striking woman’s invitation. The door closes behind her, and with that, Munas Kuvak might as well be on another planet to this cosily-lit foyer. While Safya gets a few odds and ends in order, Osytha rests her stick...
  20. Osytha

    Private A Little White Lie

    … Snap… … pop… A comforting, little sound fills the darkness. A familiar sound. One that feels like warmth against numbed hands outstretched, and gives the air a hot, sharp, yet subtle, smell. Pop— Something shifts nearby. Gently; just the brief, dry, rustle of a log adjusting its weight...
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