"Oh, I'll make an omelette out of her..." Grumbled the Shadow Knight, who pouted deeply and crossed her arms after setting down her things on a nearby surface as they waited. "I know it doesn't make sense," she snapped at no one in particular, "let me grumble first."
Had she spent too much...
Saskia's face softened, and the shadows grew thinner behind her as if to give them both privacy for this conversation.
"No." She hated how easy that answer was, how short and succinct it was to dash any hopes her friend might have. "I'm sorry. I don't know if I have heard anything across...
Saskia grew quiet hearing about Arnold's health. She had come to know almost everyone that dwelled in Astenvale, as in her younger years, she had been a right menace and her name was called out in frustration when one of her pranks were successful.
Astenvale became her home and family, and...
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Their boat lightly knocked into the one way course, Saskia sometimes getting a thrill from it as she still expected something to jump out at them in this lowly lit boat ride.
"Where's your light, Saskia?" Kenan asked.
She gave him an odd look. "I never had light to wield, only...
A knife...
Knife....
Here, knife...
The shadows sung to her ears alone. Saskia could forget that the shadows always listened, and that they would always look for something before she could begin to think of finding it. Her shadows had done it for so long, leading her to where an item could...
It turns out that Saskia needed to think more on her plan. Gruki was right, that Monroe certainly had a name that could easily be adapted to a new nickname, but Grump and Wrath were quite fitting. This plan had to be excellent, and Saskia knew that being partnered to the grumpiest Knight of Dawn...
"Saints and shadows, Gruki, we are not skipping Bern's. I very well need a fucking drink now." Saskia snapped, the sort of snapping that came with being on the losing end of a bet. "I may need several." The Shadow Knight sighed dramatically, face turning to pout.
But the thought of Shimmersilk...
Sweet, sweet Gruki.
How could Saskia fault the lovely she-ork? Have asked her to lie on her behalf in order of simply securing free sweet treats? That sweet Gruki did not hear the plea in Saskia's voice, and shot down the excuse the Shadow Knight offered up.
That Saskia felt something...
Saskia only had enough time to stick her tongue out at Gruki for her I told you so before Reed turned back to them (Saskia) and made an expression of waiting for their (Saskia's) lemon fudge order.
Never had Saskia thought anyone was silly enough to fall for her terrible flirting.
"Oh...
Tunnel of Love
Kenan was perfect.
Saskia kept wanting to pinch herself, as if she were dreaming. The day had been a blur, almost a whirlwind, but the company had been lovely. Kenan had been all hazel eyes and devilish smirks, not shy in showing her around the carnival. He seemed to know about...
The disappointment Saskia felt that she had gotten Arbok's hopes up being reunited with her long lost boots was a weight heavy enough that she felt she could sink in the pit of darkness again.
Her thoughts were quick to doubt herself, to tell herself that she had just wasted her friend's time...
Grateful to have the walk to distract her, to give her time to compose herself and forget the words of ill intent spoken to her, Saskia peered around at the fields encircling them.
Her lips pursed and skewed, eyes of golden delight peering about as she tried to get a sense of where they stood...
"I will have my arms free to help hold anything should you need me to. The textiles will be delivered at the Monastery for me. It would be too much to lug back home." She had done so once before, and swore to herself to never do such a thing again. Another time she tried to use her shadows to...
Saskia turned to walk backwards again, frowning at the merchant. She had seen him follow the Knights, but expected him to stay put like she thought he would. "The Syr is right. Perhaps my age worries you, that I lack experience capable of this job." Or that the Shadow Knight was always quick to...
Saskia snickered, "Weaver's Weekly." She had purchased him a year's worth of subscription two Winter Solstices ago, and recalled how excited her friend had been that every issue would be delivered to him. It was quite whimsical to see the trained silverdoves fly to wherever Roki was every week...
How lucky she was to have made the friends and family the Order surrounded her with.
That her sunshine could be extinguished by her own darkness, of which tasted of self doubt. She felt as if she were an imposter every now and then, for she could be so naturally effervescent and outgoing but...
"It does sound fair," she agreed with a wink, "and Albert only owes coin because I made a bet with him. He bet coin that I could not walk down the stairs blindfolded and arms straight."
And he had been sure he would win easy coin that time. Did not believe that Saskia feared very little, but...
Saskia waggled her brows. "And you will have your mittens by then." Decreed the Shadow Knight, unhooking her arm from her friend's in order to pry the box open and unleashing the delectable scent of biscuits beneath their noses. Holding the box up in offering, Saskia continued to speak. "I do...
The Shimmersilk salesman!
Of course, it would take an entire lifetime of saving her coin to fund an entire dress made of the most captivating silks she had ever seen, and yet it would be worth her life if one day she was able to afford several yards of the shimmersilk.
"Oh, I win their coin...
Patience was something Saskia liked to think she possessed, but of course, her impatience seemed to win out more times than she could count. It was an utter fluke that she did so well with this batch, but celebration was truly warranted. In took place in the ever present grin that was never far...
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