1. Roki

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    Roki grinned, eyes squinted with his smile. A hand raised and fingertips twinkling. "Hey hey," stepped in to the center of the shop. Eyes on a swivel. Listened to the pitch. Nod along. Stopped in his tracks. "Wait, you... have cows?" he looked to Lou. "I didn't see any cows," he whispered to...
  2. Roki

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    "Course!" he said, too glad to help. Listened on, all eager and nod. "I'll do my best," he assured. Though, one persons mistake was oft another's solution. And another's solution could quick turn to another's mistake! Yet, with Lou, things just, well, fell into place, more often than not. So...
  3. Roki

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    He blinked. "You, you want me to try them on?" lips half curled into a smile, wobbled with uncertainty. Gulped, and smacked his thigh. "Alright then!" he said all bright and sure. Lou was always ahead on the trends. Like when she made the Paracausal parachute pants! Sure, the season she had...
  4. Roki

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    Roki's brow quirked at the description of the trousers. "Ho, now that's a color scheme, all earth sun and sky!" he said with a widening grin. thinking on how he had seen so much of Lou's work draped on manikins. Worn well on others about the monastery. But, never really on her. Thought on how...
  5. Roki

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    "Road runner trousers?!" he called back over his shoulder, ducking and weaving about the market crowd. "Oh, do those make you run faster?" he asked with a hop step. "Two tone, mono-color? Embroidered road runners on the ankle?!" Danced between the measured pull of her weight on his arm, and the...
  6. Roki

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    Roki's eyes were as bright as ever upon seeing Keytl and Winnika. In that, they were the same warm gold of sunlight that seemed to invite people in. "Yo!" he said, with pointer and middle fingers to his brow, a quick little flick and bob of the wrist, and a cast of the fingers wand over at the...
  7. Roki

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    A little choked sound at Syr Noa's arm snaking about his neck. A big goofy smile wide on his face as she pulled him closer, all rattle and shake of bouncy green snacks. Dipped, woozed, and had him all straight backed about it. Though he could not help but beam at it all. Snuck a blink hello to...
  8. Roki

    Private slowbake

    "More like dough maker," Roki shot back with a grin, a flick of two pointer fingers, all cocked wands, and a satisfied wink. "GHHHUR" Roki chuckled all sharp with amused mischief. Clapped his hands once. "How's it rising, right?" he pulled from the fog shrouded stacks that were his...
  9. Roki

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    "Salted pistachios, Always, Syr Noa." said a bright and confident voice. No doubt there in how he said it. Until there was. Not even a moment later. The sound of thought put to voice hummed in the air. "Though, the gentle nuttiness of the pistachio, is quiet wonderful on its own, I don't think...
  10. Roki

    Private The Death of Virtue

    Breath had been stolen out of him. As if the moonglow flame of the sword had eaten it all away. His eyes, still adjusting the to the sudden death of such brilliance. The absence of such light. Made him feel hollowed out. As if he had witnessed the death of a thing he knew to be far too rare...
  11. Roki

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    "Soupe des Chiens?" Roki repeated, as they packed up their campsite and made ready for the march northward. "That is correct, squire," Syr Lefelen spoke flat as a butter knife left in the drawer. "Dog Soup?" Roki asked. Hands at work with the things they put away. Bed roll packed tight...
  12. Roki

    Private slowbake

    Heard it before he saw it. Smelled it soon after. And felt it, all warm and yeasty as it was, there some steps later. Knock rapped on the door of the wagon he had blown a hole through the roof of not too long ago. "BURRRRP!" he anounced. Eyes near popped out of his head he had belched it out...
  13. Roki

    Private The Death of Virtue

    Nothing more than an angry growl left Roki's lips, watching them gather themselves up, like a pack of wounded dogs. Save, dogs were better. Dogs didn't hunt for trophy. Didn't hunt for sport. Made the young weaver's gut twist all the more, just thinking on it. "To the winds with your old...
  14. Roki

    Private The Death of Virtue

    "You have no business here," the young man's voice rumbled clear through the blood laden air. His golden eyes traced by electric blue, storm webs still running across his hands, trickled and jumped across runes whittled well into the ash wood staff his wide palms held sure. "Leave," the word...
  15. Roki

    Private Wind in the Woods

    Why did her smile just make him feel worse for it. One performer showing another their trick. Didn't reach the eyes, because it had been rehearsed one too many times. Tried, far too many times. Worn ragged. Still good. But the cracks were all there. "It's not," he shook his head. "I-" Frank...
  16. Roki

    Private Wind in the Woods

    A blink from Roki. "Yeastspeak?" his eyes looked to the bowl in which Frank rest. Unrested? His brain was still trying to figure that part out. Something... less soggy? A shake in the negative. "Just, well, just wanted to apologize," he said softer, head bowed. "On account of the roof and...
  17. Roki

    Private Wind in the Woods

    Laid the board flat, set the nail down, and damned the rain for having the rusted old thing slip. Wobble. Pinched it tighter. Hammered it down. True on the first. Second. Third. "Owe, fucking, gashing, Ghanga's ASS!" Lightning split across the clouds over head. Flashed the camp wipe. But its...
  18. Roki

    Private The Death of Virtue

    "Unicorn blood," Syr Lefelen said, sighting the streaks of multicolored liquid that trailed through the woods. "And you are sure you saw it?" Syr Dunnird asked from beneath the rise of her horns. "The flash?" One of the hunters with their eyes burned out laid upon the ground. Half way to...
  19. Roki

    Private Wind in the Woods

    That bit crushed him some. "What?" He shook his head as the rain went on pouring. "Me?" His eyes spiraled about. Set on the wagon. The hole. Flit back to Jem. Tusks flared with frown and curl of brow. A click of teeth. A huff and a step through the mud. Jem hadn't denied it. Any of it...
  20. Roki

    Private Wind in the Woods

    A roil in his gut. Young? He couldn't keep the growl from his throat. "I'm not that young," the words had hissed out of him. Felt the friction come off of him. Like hot wall of air come scrape against cold form of rain cloud. Churned and twist. He shook his head. Let him keep his secrets...
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