1. Walter Thornley

    Private Relations, Yours & Mine

    Both nodded in order of addressment, and moved almost in step to let lord Thornley through and remain at his right side. The word-peeling antics did not seem to amuse, but the lord's face did not twitch a single muscle - no shortness of a puffed inhale to indicate bruised ego, no narrowed eyes...
  2. Walter Thornley

    Private Relations, Yours & Mine

    The leg was still healing when he had to dismount. Morning between dawn and hours before noon when the audiences were planned to start promised at least three, four hours of sleep. Given the healing wounds permitted. Breathing came as a labor, struggling through the aching tug along the entire...
  3. Walter Thornley

    Private Reflections

    "I'm certain we will soon have an occasion to overdo it just a little," Walter gestures with his good hand emphatically. "I do not wish to rely on an account for things that I could learn first hand, when I would otherwise be woefully deprived!" And while neither of them says anything out of...
  4. Walter Thornley

    Private Reflections

    The eyes crinkle up, the tiny hint of shadow around the nose, and the sound of laughter might not be the tone he's used to, but Walter feels relieved, regardless. At least Cellachán does not look quite as astounded by his audacity, anymore. “I’ve been known to enjoy a tipple every now and...
  5. Walter Thornley

    Private A Vulpine Refrain

    ♬ Flowers For Bodysnatchers He looked into those eyes until he heard the rattle, the enormous, violent being finally held in place. Not stopped - gods knew his grandfather was not a spring sprout when it came to murder, and still failed to find a solution, shouldering it off onto his successors...
  6. Walter Thornley

    Private Reflections

    Brows peak in sympathy and apology, quietly, as Walter realizes he's the one who caused disbalance. "I-..." He could answer. He could answer in words that describe tendencies, and movement, but not the things themselves. He could say that Cellachán builds bridges over the river to cross from...
  7. Walter Thornley

    Private Tindercreek and Tillvale

    The critter fluffed its feathers, shakin the tiny beaked head until a face emerged again. Beady black eyes on a small white face looked at the fox-kin and the bogling smiled, tiny hands the color of ashberry bark emerging from the wings as if those were sleeves to grab onto his shoulder. It...
  8. Walter Thornley

    Private Reflections

    ♪ River Jones "We’ll need to come up with the design… calculate desired lens thicknesses to see how much material we’ll need. Pad the numbers a bit to account for wastage. And yes — have a look at these lens grinding facilities while we’re at it." "I could carve it," comes out a little...
  9. Walter Thornley

    Dare The Fast and the Fiendish

    The twins exchanged looks between each other and past Wistric at the mention of one of them getting to ride whatever emerges; it was a counterposition rendered silent, the devious daring smirk of the woman and the man's momentary indignation that quickly sunk under the mask of neutrality - a...
  10. Walter Thornley

    Private Reflections

    “I am sorry.” A slow nod. Well, that's done. And yet, for a little longer he unintentionally stares up at the professor, relieved in not finding what he looks for. There's a specific look the prolific weavers tend to give if they learn, that polite pity mixed with barely held derision. Rare as...
  11. Walter Thornley

    Private Reflections

    Of course the baron would be proficient. Makes perfect sense, given that he represents the Sovereign not only as a tired managerial force, but also an expert on whatever is going on in the local weave, him and his men considered reliable enough to at least hold the fort until more specialists...
  12. Walter Thornley

    Dare The Fast and the Fiendish

    Dolores chuckled, like a cat that had just gotten its paws on a toy, "Of course we don't need to bring the poor creature back lest we fancy a séance quite lengthy and for a bovine, but do we need the rest of its skeleton, truly - would you know, master Willoughby, if we can split a piece of it...
  13. Walter Thornley

    Private Reflections

    ♬ Walter moves closer, adjusts the pile of reference material, sets the binder aside. The scent picture drifting over is familiar, perhaps. Page oil to preserve from the moisture, leather binding and glue. Medicine, something distinctly valerian root mixed with three-four other herbs. Incense...
  14. Walter Thornley

    The Unburnt Journal

    Dear Professor Alfvig, Allow me to start this lengthy letter by extending my thanks for your well-wishes towards my health and endeavors. It has truly been a delight to renew correspondence with those still entertaining the whimsy and creative breath of the craft rather than the established...
  15. Walter Thornley

    Private Reflections

    The Huntsman nods, a very shallow tiny dip, to almost each new item, and seems to put them to mind precisely, adjusting the tip of his hat again after he nods. "Shall be done, saer." "There," Walter nods, and watches Reginald traverse the boards in a balancing jog, quick to procure and return...
  16. Walter Thornley

    Dare The Fast and the Fiendish

    The lord offered a faint smile, and though his mouth curved just a little, his eyes softened for a beat - and then he looked past the gesture, and followed suit, his keen gaze swiping across the stalls and competition in silently taking stock and aim, his right hand folding behind his back as he...
  17. Walter Thornley

    Private Reflections

    What was that? People's eyes don't tend to reflect light in their own color or to glow before falling dark like a quenched lantern. Walter steps on the throat of fear - but feels every joint of his maimed hand beneath the fabric. He must not think about this again until he is out of view...
  18. Walter Thornley

    Dare The Fast and the Fiendish

    There is a history there, it is easy to see - the twins parted, like silver foxes circling a white-eared pheasant, their dark doublets bearing the leaves and buds of sweetbriar in lavender-grey thread, their shirts - a rich lapis blue derived from coral cultivated in the azure waters besides...
  19. Walter Thornley

    Private Reflections

    "Neglecting to design the tools around the craftsmen is the first folly of an aspiring mind towards arrogance," Walter murmurs in agreement. It's a direct quote from 'Metamorphosis: inspirations in enchantment nodework', a manuscript that addressed the shape of weave-channeling inscriptions...
  20. Walter Thornley

    Dare The Fast and the Fiendish

    With the man looking up for a moment, they both studied his whimsically emotional presentation, listened to details that, by the faint smiles on them, brought back some nostalgic sort of charm, from childhood mayhaps - and once they exchanged glances, it was clear as day that they've decided to...
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