1. Roki

    Private Wind in the Woods

    Flat and hard and never stopping. Forgotten for a reason. But Vyn. She didn't want to forget? Wanted to know. Wanted help. Didn't see the Pillow Ghosts. And here was Jem. Big coat full of who knows what. Some music. Roki had heard that much. Music he wanted to hide. It all wrote its way...
  2. Roki

    Private It's Not Done Cooking

    She spoke so softly. It pulled him to quiet. A brow quirked as he listened. Watched as her eyes ventured up to the span of stars just starting to twinkle with the moons above. someone of your talent could change that world, I think... "You really think so?" he asked, glow in his voice, warm...
  3. Roki

    Private Wind in the Woods

    A shift of the bundle under his arms. The wagon wasn't far ahead. But... Jem slowed down. A blink blink. Roki slowed down with him. Looked him over, all coat dripping and heavy. "Everyone," he let that sink in. Suppose he was born in these wagons. He had spent such a time away, he hardly...
  4. Roki

    Private Wind in the Woods

    Eyes aglow with the storm's light saw where he had tugged at the coat. Ears used to finding music and rhythm, timing, heard how it died with nothing more than a touch. "Pillow business?" pillow business. That thing he had seen between the carts. Too many teeth. Same as the thing that had...
  5. Roki

    Private Wind in the Woods

    "Yeah, I mean, right," a nervous laugh as he nod his head. Grabbed up a plank. Stuffed it. Then the next one. Saw the hands that helped him. Stilled his own. "I, uh, I am trying," the words squeezed out of him. Like they were hard truths to let go of. He looked up to see the man and his coat...
  6. Roki

    Private Wind in the Woods

    Outside, in the rain, Roki shuffled through the crates stacked in the bed of a sturdy old cart with a canvas cover set to rasp and flap against the gusts. Heavy frame hardly rattled in the wind, with it's stout wheels firm against the earth. One hand on the liripipe's brim. Snugged the thing...
  7. Roki

    Open Drags on a Dragon

    "Oah," mouth fell open. "Syr Oliver!" was that his name today? A shake of the head. Pearls set to rattle with it. Reminder to slow. Just a touch. Don't want the jewels lashing. A settle of breath. "My name," he parroted. Hands loosed some against his knees. Sat before a vanity over, all...
  8. Roki

    Private It's Not Done Cooking

    "Um, yea, that's right, its just a fancy word for one last touch," he said with a snap of fingers, a point, wink, and a laugh, turned to quiet oh as he watched her lick her lips, and start chowing down again. Eager to see what she thought of the complete piece. Something like peace seemed to...
  9. Roki

    Private Wind in the Woods

    Breath all huff and huff, fingers clutched tight about the bowl. Nice save, Roki "Thanks!" He said, as another bolt of lightning peeled through the sky beyond. He laughed like thunder. And the thunder followed. Distant it rumbled. DO NOT TUCK ME! "Woah!" Roki snapped. Hands still sure...
  10. Roki

    Private Wind in the Woods

    A blink. Eyes on the smoking hole. Hair like candle wicks just pinched out. Rain pouring in. That was... my roof, Roki. Eyes flit back down. "I'll fix it!"back up to hole. Quick steps to better peer out into the dark. Eyes back to Vyn. "You, you didn't see it?" a jabbed finger at the...
  11. Roki

    Private It's Not Done Cooking

    Roki blinked. Well, maybe she's shy? He looked down at the steaming bowl of dark amber soup. The rich smell of the onions, turned to caramelized jam. Making sure to keep, just enough heat. He looked back up and saw her amble away. Curtains of curls, white as bright clouds on a clear day...
  12. Roki

    Open Hope is the Thing with Feathers

    "Oh!" he said, too loud. Laughed. "I'd pay to see that," he nodded, grin too wide. "The battle of the babes,"
  13. Roki

    Private Wind in the Woods

    Pacing, quick ups, turns on the heels, backs. Repeat as arms folded, forefinger and thumb pinch pinched end of chin. Spread. Smoothed four fingers up the jaw. "Already here. So didn't need to," he went on stealing. "Fiend enough. Did it say something?" he went on changing. "Who's the guy...
  14. Roki

    Private It's Not Done Cooking

    His tusks felt heavy, how they curled about his mouth. Too present in his own mind. Breath brushed across his lips. His eyes trailed. Up, and up. Heat creeping up his neck. Flesh across his nose, and cheeks, to turn his rich green skin ruddy. As if rusty grains of red grass, come sprout across...
  15. Roki

    Private Wind in the Woods

    His eyes snapped to her. "Alright?" he echoed. Looked for the thing that just, vanished. He shook his head. No. "What was that?!" he asked, hands swept down to his sides through the cold with a heat. The winds swept and snapped. Wagon groaned against its wheels. His fingers wound to fists...
  16. Roki

    Private Wind in the Woods

    Roki, don't stare, it's rude The voice that answered him wasn't Vyns. And he felt his eyes grow colder, just the more wider that they were, lids peeling back. Marcy? His own voice seemed to shrivel up inside his throat. Like a frog, left under far too much heat. He watched it move. Turn as...
  17. Roki

    Private It's Not Done Cooking

    Roki's plum colored brow quirked at the thoughts that had been offered. How they fluttered about his mind, like the flavor of something he could not quite place. Time almost felt slower as he went on with his stirring. Steam tickling his nose as words echoed in his mind. ...I have been...
  18. Roki

    Private It's Not Done Cooking

    A quick sidle and step to the cauldron. A peak into its open mouth, and the round belly in which the onions bubbled and stuck. Browned nicely, but just needed a touch longer. ...it is very like the mortal folk... His golden eyes flit to the pallid stare that met him. Blue so frigid it seemed...
  19. Roki

    Open Drags on a Dragon

    An audible eep at the sound of Syr Darthinian's approach. "Not done yet! Not done yet!" he called out, and moved in a storm of snatches and pulls. Fingers whose nails were painted the deepest purple plucked up at the gown that would be his cover for the night's festivities, and he pulled it...
  20. Roki

    Private It's Not Done Cooking

    Mid stir of spoon, swirled with steam, Roki stood still, bent toward the pot when the sound of approaching footfalls caused ears to twitch. Head to better turn to find from where the sound had come. There, beneath the rays of pale gold, a vision that had his breath fall from lips pursed to...
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