1. Song

    Private Where Feather Falls

    "If those are all the syllables in her name, it's good enough," Song intoned back, amiable but a little cooler with each time that Duscan snapped. There was a departure point for his good graces, and if his company was so unwelcome, it was well within reach. He saw them eye Duscan, then turn an...
  2. Song

    Private Where Feather Falls

    "I won't go on my knees for a brothel madame," the young man laughed, "but I doubt a red lantern house doesn't know how to retain a paying client, they'd be eaten alive." His light eyes then rose to the sky in pondering, folded fan tapping against the chin. "Then again, this is Ilica and a city...
  3. Song

    Private Where Feather Falls

    So, he would suffer, and complain about being inconvenienced, looked like. It seemed the well intentioned offer did not land at all - oh well. Perhaps, one day. So, he smiled with reinstated indifference to the proud defense, and let the matter drop. "I see more former than latter, you may need...
  4. Song

    Private Where Feather Falls

    "If you can't get rid of it, I could help you hide it. My interests in medicine have been quite diverse," Song offered, excitedly, still walking with his back forward for a spell, as if he'd memorized the path and obstacles ahead to keep the pace. He glowed at the praise, positively beamed, and...
  5. Song

    Private Where Feather Falls

    "Veya... is this how they mark slaves? I see." a shadow over the face more than one from a near roof, a sadness, eyelashes down like a palanquin curtain to hide it. A silence, and then he smiled cautiously again, just as the sun peeked from the clouds once more. "Do you own these marks, or do...
  6. Song

    Private Where Feather Falls

    Song seemed to bask in the light for a moment, and then recalled that his face was not covered by a wide hat brim nor a veil nor a hood. He sighed, dejected and accepting of the blemishes that weathering would bring to his complexion. He'd have to put on ointments on ointments - and for that...
  7. Song

    Private Flying Low

    Useful. The man's face was young and smooth, but his eyes were weathered chips of aquamarine, hard and cold above the smiling lips, as he saw the beastkin heading off. He was still humming, in his native language, under his breath, that cheerful children's song. It was the only barrier between...
  8. Song

    Private Flying Low

    And those long ears would hear fluttering. Sure, the forests were alive at all hours - and yet, it felt like there has always been at least several dozen small presences, on the branches, in the trees, circling in the sky. "I do." The young man sprung up, rather deftly dipping the heavy bronze...
  9. Song

    Private Flying Low

    A slight head tilt followed, the magpie pondering whether that meant the stranger would not only consider its direly large form a threat, but - protect it? Oh. How auspicious. The bird turned to the beastkin fully, its wings spread - blue and green on the black feathers, greenish and pink hints...
  10. Song

    Private Where Feather Falls

    "Duscan," the man repeated after, somehow managing to copy the pronunciation down to the tone of the grumpy barman. "Written as in 'dusk'?" Not that he expected the man to be literate, necessarily - but it wouldn't be too large a leap if he could handle orders and as such would have to have...
  11. Song

    Private Where Feather Falls

    "I can pay," the man in kingfisher green waved the fan, snapped closed, absentmindedly. "Would you like to join me? You strike me as a man who would sit well with some musk, charred wood and rose scents radiating from his clothes, not sweat, hangover and the lingering note of someone's alcohol...
  12. Song

    Private Where Feather Falls

    "A lot of people and things in the city lack a certain elegance," he didn't even shrug, just tilted his head. But, the young man wanted to explain further. Song listened, eyes widening and smile quirking wider at the corners of the mouth. "Lead me toward her door, and I can settle your ordeal...
  13. Song

    Private Where Feather Falls

    "I am as I am," the man in green shrugged. "When I write my travelling memoirs of the beautiful places in the city one should offer patronage for their hospitality, this one will not join the other quality. Relief it should be - for your old master seems much more suited working at a tannery."...
  14. Song

    Private Where Feather Falls

    The look directed back was one of levity and innocense. One could almost consider that a travelling dignitary, bored to the fiendpits by the road stretching on, and on, and on, or not being let out of sight and out of his palanquin by loyal guards - decided to get lost in the streets for an...
  15. Song

    Dare Crimson Stain and Silver Courtesy

    A slightest whisper of a drizzle cooled the summer streets, but the market day saw the city bustling late into the night. Dust settled slightly down, and the mixture of odors from meats, herbs, contraptions and sweating people mingled on the square. A local herbsman saw company today. A young...
  16. Song

    Private Where Feather Falls

    He waited for the man to recollect the thoughts that were clearly as scattered as dew in spiderwebs, and as spry as the dead flies strewn across. The smell of booze, the sour-acid stench of an unwashed body. This man must have been feeling very unfortunate in life, to need dulling his senses to...
  17. Song

    Private Where Feather Falls

    @Duscan The long robes swayed around the soft steps, layers of differently woven silk on each of three collars - emerald brocade atop the seafoam-green shell embroidery atop the white. The garments wrapped around the ankles, shoes with soft soles and curved toe not made for travel, though the...
    • Song
    • Thread
    • crorefell south ilica the city of fools
    • Replies: 40
    • Forum: South Ilica
  18. Song

    Night, Ocean, Woods

    Scholar Wen Xiansu Courtier | Medicine Man | Shapeshifter Soft, stunning beauty. Man of many talents. Lover of art and silver. Where? Anywhere. Looking For Patrons for his particular sets of skills; All kinds of contacts for his network; Owed favors, amiable faces; Clients, for medicine...
  19. Song

    Private Flying Low

    The sky was clearing up, last drops of rain like sparkling golden coins. But the forest did not rest, filled in addition to the cries of birds and scurrying of beasts with the sounds of a chase. Not too many people, a lot of noise as they were in a hurry, shouting at their mounts and to each...
    • Song
    • Thread
    • silmorael forests suldaza
    • Replies: 7
    • Forum: Suldaza
  20. Song

    Song

    'Fang-jie, your memorial tablet is in your room.' He put the brush down and closed his eyes. Through the latticework seeped the fragrant breeze of the flower garden. The high mountain wind howled around the walls of his hidden abode. Where to take stride but toward a sheer, long fall in every...
View older results
Back
Top Bottom