1. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private For Whom the Bell Tolls

    The old man glanced between the two knights, one bloodied and pale, biting through pain, and the other stoic, quiet in his contempt—and gave a reluctant nod. His weathered hands flexed at his sides, “Aye,” he muttered. “This way, then. Before the mist took us, she ran an apothecary not far from...
  2. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    Farren’s breath hitched as he pulled her to the edge of the bed— heart lurching, not in fear, but something bright and giddy. The world tilted slightly as her thighs slid to frame his broad shoulders, and it struck her then, with no small intensity, that without her bells she couldn’t shift...
  3. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    Farren bit her lip, giggling before she could stop herself— wild and breathless. There was something dizzying in the way he looked at her now, in the way he wanted her. It was akin to a spark catching dry grass. Acting on it had been a relief, all this pent up magnetic energy— but having it...
  4. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    “No,” Farren said, unapologetic. Her other hand came up and whispered a finger down the blade of his nose. “But I like hearing you ask for what you want all the same.” “Especially,” she murmured, brow creasing with something tender as she mapped his features, “since I wasn't sure if you knew...
  5. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    Farren couldn't fathom where this feral wickedness had started. From what corner of herself it had slunk from, this thing with languid smiles and sharper teeth. It had prowled up from the dark and pressed itself against her skin when Aarno let his voice go velvet and mocking, when he met her...
  6. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    Eyes that flared silver tracked the slow progression of Aarno's hand. "Mmm, I would yes." Refusing to be timid. Farren stood in one fluid motion, taking with her the glass vial and her brush. Steps unhurried as she approached with a swaying hip. "I wouldn't have offered if I didn't want to."...
  7. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    Farren's brush slowed. Her eyes had snared a droplet as it chased the hollow of Aarno’s throat, slipping down the cord of muscle and disappearing beneath his collar. The skin there was darker, sun-warmed, and her gaze lingered a touch too long, drawn to the subtle tension at his collarbones as...
  8. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    Reindeer pelts layered thick across the ground, their density muffling the sound of footfalls, inviting their bare toes. Embroidered linens hung along the curved walls, laced with whorls of red sinew thread stitched in patterns that curled like wind, like wolves, like fire. A low table sat in...
  9. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    No grand declarations, just presence. His was a steady hand in contrast to all this ache she’d forgotten she carried. And with him beside her, Farren managed to pull herself back together. To breathe deeper. To smile again. The confrontation with her father, she folded away like a letter...
  10. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    Surrendering into his comfort was the permission Farren needed to let go, at least... for a little while. For here she could lay down her shield, and let rest her sword. To hide away the teeth that wanted to bite the hand that fed. Her hands held prayer between them, cradled against a...
  11. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    "I can already tell that was a good wish." Came a voice from behind Farren that was like ice down her spine. Why now? Why here? She took a deep breath to steel herself before turning, schooling her expression to one of cool indifference, in case the anxious hitching of her heart gave her away...
  12. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    Farren nose scrunched in laughter and her feet carried her in a twirl, her hand swinging his with delight at her side as she pulled Aarno along with the crowd that carried them to the treeline. Those paper lanterns lit the edge like a beacon, the forest beyond, the way forward darkened to their...
  13. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    How curious, the stark absence of his hand, already bereft without the feel of it. How quickly, Farren wondered, could one make a home in another? She dared a glance up at the weight of his tone and was caught in his gravity. Something in the way Aarno held himself, hummed beneath her skin. His...
  14. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    A surprised giggle tried to escape at his charm and the mention of the future— and traitorous thing that Farren's girlish heart was, she bit her lip to cover it. Already chiding herself for wishful thinking and for looking for meaning in things she hadn't earned. For wanting things she feared...
  15. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private Venture forth, Young Dawn

    The milling of tired voices perked Farren's ears as she led Inkeri from the woodline onto the east road that bled from the small town. Keeping measured pace with the child's lagging one— for the girl had stubbornly insisted on carrying back the large bag of mushrooms. It wasn't until they got...
  16. Farren Lóthlindor

    Unspoken Words

    Aarno, I’ll admit, there are times I find myself staring at my blank parchment, wondering whether my words will be worthy of your attention. What tales of mine could possibly intrigue you? Should I tell you about the rabbits I've caught—again? Or of the forest creatures I speak to while I am...
  17. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    The contact sent a jolt through her, sharp and energizing, and Farren had to fight the urge to sit bolt upright. Instead, she flexed her hand and drew in a slow breath through her nose. With a tremulous sort of bravery, she slipped her pinkie around his, settling their linked fingers on her...
  18. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private Aid of the Dawn

    Having picked around the pieces of venison in her stew, Farren had taken to methodically pulling apart her bread rolls, deep in thought. Grey eyes flickered back and forth between her Captain and Elder Alduun. She had stayed quiet since greeting the solemn man, letting Syr Helena take the lead...
  19. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    Farren huffed a laugh, a sharp exhale through her nose as she piled the vegetables high on his plate. “Careful,” she warned, placing a charred leek with a little flourish. “You joke about choking, but these have a vengeance to them. That sweetroot glaze will sneak up on you.” She leaned, just...
  20. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    The moment between them didn’t end so much as it folded gently into the next, like the final note of a song before the world picks up its rhythm again. A gust of wind carried the scent of wood smoke and budding festivities through the trees, mingling with the soft trill of flutes and the low...
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