1. Venla Thiel

    Dare Primroses

    Venla laughed softly at his grin as she put the bottles down on the kitchen counter. “Well now, who am I to stand in the way of a proper occasion?” Giggling softly as she swapped the plain old mugs for the goblets she'd found tucked high on one of the cupboard shelves. She gave each a quick...
  2. Venla Thiel

    Hub Breaking Bread at the Knoll

    A scryer. Venla was not much for peering into the smoke or glass to find shapes. She was not the kind of woman who worried about what Fate whispered about her behind her back, sooner or later she would find out anyway. She was better with what she had in front of her. "It's incredible, what you...
  3. Venla Thiel

    Dare Primroses

    The air in the cellar was cool and still, but it didn’t quiet her mind. Venla moved between barrels and shelves, her hands trailing across old wood, fingers brushing dust, but the rhythm didn’t bring any comfort. The earthy scent of stone, oak and long-stored wine felt too familiar. Not like...
  4. Venla Thiel

    Dare Primroses

    “Oh, sh..” she blurted, already scrambling down from the counter. “Sorry... sorry." Grabbed the long-handled hook, and nudged the kettle back toward the edge of the heat. “Right, there. Edge of flame, like you said,” she said, glancing back at Trevor with a sheepish smile and pink cheeks. She...
  5. Venla Thiel

    Dare Primroses

    “Oh! Feetbread, is it?" "And here I was thinkin’ it was the sweet herbs and careful hands that made a loaf worth the eatin’.” She took the ragged little bundle from him without fuss. "So now I’m Fishgirl, am I?” she said, in that lilting way of hers. “Suppose it only follows I start calling you...
  6. Venla Thiel

    Dare Primroses

    After breaking the salmon into the salad, she walked over to the little stone basin by the open door and scrubbed her fingers hard with a sliver of lavender soap. She sniffed her palm. Frowned. Washed again. The smell still clung, soft but stubborn, like smoke in wool. Dried the hands on the hem...
  7. Venla Thiel

    Open The Inn at the Crossroads

    "High or low, luck was never on your side tonight,” she said, smirking at the two knights while picking up her winnings. Her voice gentle, teasing rather than sharp. As Castor pushed himself up, she rose with him, one hand hovering just behind his elbow, careful not to touch unless he needed...
  8. Venla Thiel

    Open Under an Old Tree

    “No plum jam?” she said smiling wide. “Oh, well then, that simply won’t do. We’ll have to fix that.” She didn’t say how much she missed home. The pantry with the wooden shelves stacked with jars, their cloth caps tied off with string, and the worst thing that could happen was running out of...
  9. Venla Thiel

    Dare Primroses

    Trevor’s voice, soft and full of memory, made her glance up from her salad bowl, her hands full of lettuce and primroses. “A braid?” she echoed, a smile blooming in her voice. “I like that.” There was something about it that struck her as deeply charming, like something out of a county fair...
  10. Venla Thiel

    Dare Primroses

    Venla paused, lettuce cradled in the crook of one arm, and watched Trevor with a fond sort of amusement as herbs rained from his boots like blessings from the garden gods. The scrub-brush rasped in his hands, fierce as a badger, and his brow was set like he meant to polish the sin clean out of...
  11. Venla Thiel

    Dare Primroses

    Venla led him along the worn stone path that wound through the grounds of the Astenvale monastery, toward the kitchens, her bare toes brushing over stray grass and soft moss at the edges. The sunlight slanted through the high trees, casting long, warm stripes across the flagstones. The...
  12. Venla Thiel

    Private Steady Hearts, Open Minds

    Venla glanced down at her teacup just as he took it from her, her fingers loosening without protest. Her eyes followed his hands, the light of the fire catching in the low gold of her lashes. Then green eyes lifted slowly to his face, searching. She was wary, yes. Still sore from the quiet he’d...
  13. Venla Thiel

    Private Steady Hearts, Open Minds

    Her eyes went round, lashes fluttering like she was genuinely perplexed, though the faint quirk at the corner of her mouth betrayed her. "Nothing." Her voice was not curt or cold, just… airy, like the thought truly hadn’t crossed her mind. She took another sip, then glanced at him sidelong, a...
  14. Venla Thiel

    Private Steady Hearts, Open Minds

    When Willard murmured something about still being cold, she didn't tease him. The porcelain clicked gently against the plate as she put it to the side. Venla reached for the edge of the blanket and pulled it over his legs. Tucked it under his legs with a careful hand. “There,” she said softly...
  15. Venla Thiel

    Dare Primroses

    She laughed softly, low and airy, at his charades. "You’re the strongest man in Astenvale, then, are you?" Luck was Trevor's trade, his tool, the thing he could measure and bend. Luck was tangible. It bent probabilities, nudged events, and made men survive where they ought not. But it wasn’t...
  16. Venla Thiel

    Private Steady Hearts, Open Minds

    “Oh, so you’ve been paying attention,” she said, smirking. “Careful, Syr. Keep that up, and I might start expecting you to remember all sorts of things.” Her eyes stayed on him, bright with mischief. “Like what colour dress I wore the day we met." A curl of steam lifted from the mug, catching...
  17. Venla Thiel

    Dare Primroses

    Venla looked at the basket, then at Trevor’s outstretched hand. “Oh aye,” she said with playful solemnity, “Flowers are terribly heavy. You wouldn’t know it, but they’re dense little things... real back-breakers.” The corner of her mouth tilted into a smirk. Her fingers brushing accidentally...
  18. Venla Thiel

    Dare Primroses

    Her eyes flicked up to Trevor, there was a carefulness there, yes, but something else too. An edge that didn’t belong in a quiet meadow. She could almost it in the set of his shoulders, in the way his gaze sharpened, the faint tension in his jaw. He could be dangerous, she thought. She shook...
  19. Venla Thiel

    Dare Primroses

    Venla watched him with fondness as he spoke, half-bent and busy with his weeds like it was the most natural thing in the world to pull lunch from your boots. She liked that. It reminded her of home. Of morning chats over the garden fence, with the neighbours on warm mornings, before the bread...
  20. Venla Thiel

    Private Steady Hearts, Open Minds

    Venla perked up the moment the door opened, her head lifting from where it had been resting against the edge of a pillow. The tunic hung soft around her knees, sleeves pushed up, collar loose. “Well, look at you, what a handsome tea servant.” she murmured, blinking sleepily at the tray. Her...
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