1. Helena

    Private Snow Melt

    In the quiet, she could feel her heart settle into its steadier rhythm. Glad she could keep her smile to herself. Glad to hear the pad of their horses trot, steady against the rustle of gentle spring breeze weaving through the needles and branches. Setting loose what stubborn clumps of snow...
  2. Helena

    Private Snow Melt

    Toothy and wolfish. Tall and sure. She felt the laugh pump up through her nose. Cheeks set to fuzz and tingle warm as they stretched up at the site of him chin raised, legs flared. The slap though, thats what had her crack into a laugh. "Slunk on over plenty a garden wall, once upon a time...
  3. Helena

    Private Snow Melt

    She ponderd it a long, and horse trodden moment. The words he had opened up to her with. Cold and sure. At least, in the attempt to deliver them. Each laid down with care and attention. "We do," she said softly as their steeds went on. "Funny though," she let on, lips still curled in that...
  4. Helena

    Private Snow Melt

    She keened her ear towards his words. The curl of her expression wound the more with each thing that was carried by his voice. The hint of play there, just behind teeth. The way he still froze beneath her gaze, and shook it off, as if the two of them had not just lived the same moment. Made...
  5. Helena

    Private Snow Melt

    A confession thrown out to the wind. Bright as it was deep. As if water poured from a basin, that only just so much to let the clear drink sparkle with the catch of light, as all the other body stirred and tried to settle. An invitation. Cast out over the trot and tear of their horses...
  6. Helena

    Private Snow Melt

    A laugh cascades over her shoulder. The whole of her set to sure motion. The warm thunder of hooves tearing through damp earth. The smell of dead leaves, mixed with the spray of mud, and each breath so laden with crisp clean mist. Legs worked the horse beneath her. Its warmth, bleeding up her...
  7. Helena

    Private Snow Melt

    "Come and quest after it, Syr Latva!" she teased back with a show of teeth, all twist in her saddle and over her shoulder as Roci went on trip-trotting up the path. The green world about them sped the faster. Curls a bounce as she caught that bright gaze of his against the rich grey blue of his...
  8. Helena

    Sanctum of Operations: Status Reports and Mission Debriefs of the KoA

    Beneath the grounds of Astenvale Monestary, below the Great Halls, a map is unfurled across great table. A work of extraordinary cartography. Made with a living ink, that, if coaxed by magicked hand, could retrace and reform as the boundaries and borders of the territories shifted. It marked the...
  9. Helena

    Private Aid of the Dawn

    Helena tilt he ear toward Farren's probe. No sound save that of the beasts they rode, and the beasts about them. Her own armor, a thing coated in amber glass, that caught the sun across it like the ancient blood of trees itself, seemed almost dull against the morning's rays. ...but I was...
  10. Helena

    Private Snow Melt

    A nod. "They," she echoed, small smile at the curious taste of his voice on the air. "I have met with them, yes," Almost a laugh. Looked to him and saw the questions building behind his eyes. Shook her head and looked ahead once more, a huff of her own as she felt warmth like the sun come...
  11. Helena

    Private Snow Melt

    The horses seemed none too pleased by the peal of predator's song. Ears flicked, and heads shook as breath blustered out. Helena eased a hand over and tutt her tongue to soothe her stead. She nod at Aarno's confession. Proud as she was of her own experiences. "Few have," she touched, voice with...
  12. Helena

    Private Snow Melt

    With not but the sound of the world about them to fill in all that space that swirled in between. Riding down the road, and unto the hills so verdant and many green before them. Slow to roll toward. Clip by doubled clop. Horse breath smacked against the air as tails swished. The earthy tang of...
  13. Helena

    Open Under an Old Tree

    Damn fucking straight. "Dismissed, Knight of Dawn Willard," And you better damn well salute.
  14. Helena

    Open Under an Old Tree

    The blow came quick. Flat and hard across the jaw with enough force to drop a man into the dirt. Helena breathed hard. Stared harder at the result of her work. Splash into the mud, or red mark. She could give two shits. She would stand there tall and straight as she always did. "Two months...
  15. Helena

    Open Under an Old Tree

    Thanks given, a nod returned, a gesture of welcome with hand over chest to the young woman. "Of course, mistress Thiel, please, make yourself at home," a hand that urged her on. Easy and open. No cage nor door there to snap shut behind her. That she saw Joona quick stepping over to tend...
  16. Helena

    Open Under an Old Tree

    "Sworn Knight of Dawn, Willard," came the clear cut of authority from across the way. Captain Helena, tall figure draped in a quartered tabard in the gold and white colors of Dawn, made her way to the ranger. "You will explain to me, why, after a fortnight of, ranging, without a sanctum...
  17. Helena

    Private Snow Melt

    It is so, isn't it... as much as it mends them together. "Now there is a thought," she said with a hint of excitement. Caught a glimpse of that far off look of his as he fell into some distant sea of thought. And yet she could see it there, crashing against storm white brows, and cascades that...
  18. Helena

    Private Snow Melt

    A nod at his introduction. Lips tugged at one corner. It was almost a formality. Chiseled away and cut down just enough by a practiced mind. Still, her attention lingered. Interest piqued. She could imagine him, not so different as he was now. Might be his features were softer then, hair kept...
  19. Helena

    Private Snow Melt

    "Just a young man then," she said with a smile on her lips. Found herself wondering, what sort of character the calm and reserved, Syr Latva may have been those many years ago. "Were you a proud young upstart, Aarno?" she asked, tease warm in her voice, head tilt ever so toward the mason sworn...
  20. Helena

    Private Snow Melt

    Been half a day since they had set out. Packs laden for the long ride that lay ahead, the whole world set to the motion of their horses steady beat, and the sun high above the branches and boughs of the forest that gifted its shade. A crisp chill still in the air that ruffled the fur about her...
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