1. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    “Compliment her. Be a gentleman.” It’s a good thing Osytha’s not mid-swallow when that one comes out, otherwise she might start choking for real. The wrap stops halfway to her lips, gently sagging in her grasp, while a few scraps of lettuce and tomato seize this opportunity to take a leap of...
  2. Osytha

    Private Hush, O Babe

    “What happened to Lutz… What’s happenin’ to Lilia, well, that’s on me. Shoulda been me on watch tha’ night.” “Don’t.” Osytha rounds on him in a slowness which belies the anger in her gaze. “Don’t tha bloody dare. What meks thee seea fuckin’ special, syr? Ah’m fairly sure there was three other...
  3. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    Well… perhaps there is one earthly power capable of taming the beast. Fel and ’Era proclaim the knight is about to witness two professional croc wranglers at work, but truth is, the fruits of their labours have been plain to see since the moment they ransacked Rois’ precious case. No, before...
  4. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    Fortunately, Osytha likes mango just fine — as is clear to see by her expression from the glass raised to her lips. She’s met not by the thick, near-syrup of uncut mango juice, but something lightened with water, and more refreshing. Yet another fleeting show of uncomplicated joy, before her...
  5. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    “Um… syr?” A small voice at her side pulls Osytha’s amused gaze away from the kitchen entry, through which float the sounds of minor, Feliene-based havoc, and she finds herself looking down into Alaera’s timid face. “… Crocodile won’t react if you touch him a lot. He is like a pet you can...
  6. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    It’s a good one, alright. Rois closes around her like a beartrap sprung, and the world near disappears from Osytha’s sight. Bar for a vague hint of shimmering red silk, there’s naught but darkness to be found pressed into this big, broad chest, while his curled arms blot out the sky. Space...
  7. Osytha

    Private An Antidote for All Abnegations

    “I am still writing to the Captains about you. Your apologies will do nothing to stop that.” “Fair enough.” Not surprising, at this point. Though, nor is Osytha especially worried. She still catches up with Scribe Sazia on the regular, so she’s heard what happens with the majority of...
  8. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    “… He’s playing a game that no-one can win unless they cheat.” “We have to cheat!!” … and that summons up a memory, of their chance midnight encounter a sovereign moon past: how he’d dangled that tender hunk of flesh just in front of her face, rich glaze of soft cheese and herbs unable to...
  9. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    Just like that, Osytha finds herself back on her feet, body instinctively following the cue from Feliene’s hands; lean forward, engage quadriceps, rise, straighten up. Those soft little hands returned to nestle within her own. Careful not to let this slight elvish lass bear the brunt of Osytha’s...
  10. Osytha

    Private An Antidote for All Abnegations

    “Nay, I’m not—” the badger jerks to another wincing stop, a hand still risen protectively over her eye. For what good it will do her now after the fact. “—you pegged me reight good…” Osytha’s honestly a little surprised, though. She’d half-expected Syr Sabinian to keep running off without her...
  11. Osytha

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    “It means a level of respect and maybe birthright to you, right? It’s birthright to me, but if you use it and are not part of the collective, it just feels wrong. Apologies.” “Et’s alreight,” assures Osytha. “Thanks for explainin’. Simply ‘Krava’quiloor’, then. Or if we’re pressed for time...
  12. Osytha

    Private Hush, O Babe

    “Shame y’ weren’t here for your nameday. I gotcha a present, but Guffers ate the fuckin’ thing.” “Oh.” The dark caterpillars of Osytha’s brow crease downward a touch. “… my nameday?” Is still three months off — barring that her grasp of time has slipped rather more drastically than she’s...
  13. Osytha

    Private Preparing Providence

    “Reight. A half-hour.” Osytha swings an uncertain gaze behind her towards their fresh prospect; Esota’s still there, fortunately, but there’s the definite glaze of early-onset boredom creeping over those hazel eyes. “Er…” They resume. One score repetitions. Breaking her twitchy habits with...
  14. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    For a split second there, bemusement makes its encore appearance across Osytha’s features. The question seems to have thrown her. “Gain?” she ponders, eyes searching from twin to twin. “Probably nothin’. I just don’t want to be that kind of person to him, is all. I don’t want to hide things...
  15. Osytha

    Private Country Roads, Take Me Home

    Yūgen goes snug and secure in amidst the rest of her bags and holsters lashed onto the riding tack. More securely, even. Which is perhaps completely unnecessary — Xen herself has said that blade is bonded to her so strongly, she wouldn’t be able to lose it if she tried. Still. Better safe than...
  16. Osytha

    Private An Antidote for All Abnegations

    Moving through the forest at any significant speed takes care. Uneven ground, slippery mud, and twisting roots don’t give a damn if they twist your ankle, nor should one expect sharp thorns and jagged branches to yield for oncomers. It’s already hard enough when everything stays put. So Osytha...
  17. Osytha

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    Lock’s tail flicks. The pup freezes mid-chew. Black eyes still fixed on Lock’s bright blues. Big, white paws inch closer to the pup. Guffy’s front legs splay out in front of him, front half of his body low against the decking, bum shooting up high in the air. Play? “No. Not like this.” The...
  18. Osytha

    Private Hush, O Babe

    There’s barely any daylight left outside. Just a muddy smudge against the west horizon, while stars, moons, and rings creep out from the deepening black veil. A warm and grassy fug has been steamed into the air after another long summer day, with the first perfumed hints of night-blooming...
  19. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    For the second time, Osytha underestimates the reaction from one of Sinclair’s menagerie. Or perhaps in this case, she over-estimates their sense of prudence — her mistake being that she assumes they have one. “Crocodile has…” Too late, Osytha gives Fel a startled look. “Hey, w—” “… the...
  20. Osytha

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    “Why so formal, all of a sudden?” Osytha cocks her head. “Ah am?” Shrugs. “Sorry. Din’t notice.” But when they take the cloak back, when Krava offers her thanks… that placid sort of distance in Osytha’s bearing breaks down, and suddenly the woman looks profoundly relieved. She was worried...
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