1. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    A small, slender hand slips around Osytha’s. She lets Fel guide it, staring on while digits even paler than her own touch, and explore, the older woman’s contours. Os’ palm is larger and tougher for sure — still obviously not a man’s blocky paw, and cared for, as a tradesperson cares for her...
  2. Osytha

    Private Home Away From Home [M]

    “If all you want today is to lie here in the sun, eat apples, and let Guffers steal half our lunch, then I’ll be perfectly happy with that.” Osytha looks aghast. “He would nivver,” she declares, though her mock indignation can’t even hold out until the final word — and she’s melting into a...
  3. Osytha

    Private Hush, O Babe

    A second’s delay from the stupefied-looking Osytha, after which she nods. Takes her another second to follow with a weak “Um.” She looks down at her materials, “They’re all yours, syrs.” Osytha stoops over to retrieve the saddlebags. Words all buzzing through her skull, blurred edges like...
  4. Osytha

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    “The valorous and armored had seen to destroying the alternative, a long time ago.” Osytha blinks. Nods, thoughtfully. “Sounds like summat we’d do,” she observes, gently stroking Guffers between the ears. Sweet boy. Tendon held awkwardly between black-padded paws, heartily chewing away. So...
  5. Osytha

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    It takes until Krava is almost right in front of Osytha before she takes her eyes off the humdrum, everyday movements of village folk, and brings her stolid gaze to bear against this new face. Then, down at her plaid as it’s proffered back. But Osytha doesn’t at all move to take it. She only...
  6. Osytha

    Private Country Roads, Take Me Home

    “I reckon…” Long, pale lines worn through to the packed gravel beneath, upon a snaking hump which keeps feet and hooves dry above the stream beside it. There’s a story to this road; the bones of ancient, marching ambitions, now barely kept from sinking beneath the green-blanket march of time...
  7. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    Osytha simply looks confused for a moment. “… please don’t, don’t tell the order.” “The order? Why would I tell them about—?” Watching Feliene and Alaera cowering in the corner of her room, it all really starts coming together. This is Sinclair’s travelling meat emporium. His tight-knit little...
  8. Osytha

    Private An Antidote for All Abnegations

    “Fine! You can tell ’em I said you’re a pig-headed, mean-spirited, fuckin’ pain in the arse while you’re at it!” And now there’s a vindictive kind of glee to the thought of Syr Sabinian actually having to repeat this verbatim, delicate little flower that he is. “Put that in your report, you...
  9. Osytha

    Open Choose to be Chosen

    Secrets of the dead, a niht-hróc’s scavenged wisdom, portents and promises as posed in the heavens; such things are not for Osytha to decipher. She hasn’t the weave to even begin pulling at such threads, draw her eye as they might. The gibbets. That too-perfectly-shaped cloud. Yet, dwelling most...
  10. Osytha

    Open Welcome to Barrow Falls

    “’Twixt t’ wings!” Osytha feels the gust from great, flaking fingers as they sweep mere feet away from her face, and she’s still backing up. But that odd, smooth black spike; why does it make her think of… “Some kind of— of lynchpin, Ah think!” All the melding rust and grime makes them hard to...
  11. Osytha

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    This feels like it was the right call. Compared to going inside that house and stirring up… well, who knows what; turning her back on it instead feels like a kind of release. A surrender. And here, isn’t nice to let the peace last a little while longer? she thinks to herself, looking up to...
  12. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    “Is Hector your husband? Damn. It makes sense, though. ’Cus you’re pretty, so!” “He’s—” Spoken before Osytha even knows what she’s trying to say, and she stumbles on that clumsy word. Averts her eyes, but keeps her head up, not letting the strange feeling cow her like some shrinking violet...
  13. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    “Maps! Is that how you make money? Does being a knight not pay well?” It takes Osytha a second to stop reeling from the onslaught and gather herself. As she stares, mildly stunned, at Feliene, the knight’s face twitches — and then she throws her head back and cackles with delight. “Sure don’t...
  14. Osytha

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    “The deer makes you sad, too.” Osytha shakes her head, and manages to spare a little smile for Lock. Loose ribbons of hair cling together; lank with sweat, jostling back behind her from the horse’s momentum. Dark bay streamers against the pale blue sky, bar that one silver cloud wisping away...
  15. Osytha

    Private An Antidote for All Abnegations

    “I do not care about you or your ideas.” “… then you can throw it out and make believe you did something good… so you can justify your poor performance for today.” That’s not fair. That’s not fair. She thought they had worked well together; better even than she might have expected. Yet after...
  16. Osytha

    Private Preparing Providence

    It was a promising start. Osytha’s follow-through, on the other hand… That twitchiness rears its ugly head again, compounding in hesitance to land a blow against Dal’s un-protected temple. At mere suggestion of des nach — the reply — Osytha flits back away, aborting her short-edge strike into...
  17. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    “That’s assumin’ you can outrun me.” Click, snick; the door eases open, revealing a dressed and presentable knight behind it, back in her apricot mistake. “The walls en’t that thick, you ken.” Osytha wipes a little ink off her fingertips as she takes in the twins before her. A couple of young...
  18. Osytha

    Private An Antidote for All Abnegations

    He turned his nose up at her. Sabinian turned his nose up at her. Her. Osytha isn’t even angry at first, mostly just surprised. She always thought it was one of those theatrical gestures reserved for caricatures you see on stage, or who appear in stories. She didn’t think anyone actually did...
  19. Osytha

    Private Home Away From Home [M]

    Well, she did ask Momo not to pull his punches. But the teasing barely registers as such — again, her literary debut doesn’t feel nearly as important anymore. Mostly there’s just the lingering sense of his fingers trailing soft to her face. A squeeze of his hand around hers. The tenderness of...
  20. Osytha

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    Lock finds her atop the cliffs. Sat and resting her back against the big dappled bulk of Forbítter, likewise lounging on the grass. Osytha is facing the sea; away from all the gathered driftwood, old beams, busted boards, dead branches, frayed rope, earthenware pots of oil and casks of blubber...
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