1. Venla Thiel

    Hub Breaking Bread at the Knoll

    The tavern was warm in the way she liked, not just from the hearth, but in the sound of voices, laughter, chairs scraping, and tankards clinking. Astenvale wasn’t home, not really. But this place? With it dark wood, stone floors rubbed smooth by years of boots, the low hum of a fiddle somewhere...
  2. Venla Thiel

    Open Under an Old Tree

    Venla turned slightly at the voice, eyes meeting the stranger's cautious gaze. His presence, like so much here, felt composed. Even his hesitation before stepping closer was quiet and very much deliberate. She looked at the offered hand for half a heartbeat, then took it gently, her grip light...
  3. Venla Thiel

    Open Under an Old Tree

    She didn’t answer him at once. Her gaze lifted to the monastery again, its towers half-wrapped in ivy, catching the light in strange angles. She felt it, not in her bones but deeper: a kind of stillness threaded through the air, like the pause between breaths. Beautiful, yes. Peaceful, even...
  4. Venla Thiel

    Open Under an Old Tree

    Astenvale Monastery, at last. The damp air here tasted of greenery and living things, soil and bark. Venla stopped at the crest of the slope, boots muddy to the ankle. Her green dress was muddied near the hem with the stubborn dirt of the roads and damp with dew. The sleeves pushed back to her...
  5. Venla Thiel

    Open The Inn at the Crossroads

    Venla leaned in slightly, the faint firelight from the hearth catching in her eyes as she watched the dice tumble and come to a stop beneath his hand. "High or low, is it?" she repeated, lips curving into a smirk. "And both your coins if I win?" The barmaid reached for her cup and knocked back...
  6. Venla Thiel

    Private Dust in the Wind

    She let out a soft laugh. “Alright, you caught me. I was staring,” she admitted, cheeks warming. Her fingers toyed with a loose thread on her sleeve. “Truth is, I’ve grown quite fond of you. I like you. Truly." He had a place in her heart now, whether he meant to take it or not. Maybe it was...
  7. Venla Thiel

    Private Dust in the Wind

    Venla arched a brow at his surprise, her lips quirking with something between amusement and disbelief. Was he truly going to sit there and pretend he hadn’t just been waxing poetic about threads and fates? About roads and seeing where they led? It was easy to say such things, here beneath the...
  8. Venla Thiel

    Private Dust in the Wind

    "I did spot some wild rosemary and thyme by the creek..." Her eyes flicked back to the fire where the hare sizzled and popped. Venla smiled as he spoke, but her heart tugged sideways with every word. Entwined threads and futures not yet written. She wanted to believe in that, she did believe in...
  9. Venla Thiel

    Private Dust in the Wind

    A small huff of a laugh slipped past her lips. “Oh, so I’m a faerie now?” she said lightly. The fire cracked pleasantly, and the smell of roasting hare reached her as she walked into the clearing. Her damp chemise clung in the wrong places, and maybe all the right ones too. Her hair slithered...
  10. Venla Thiel

    Private Dust in the Wind

    'Turns out a man stands to learn a thing or two, rescuing damsels in distress' Her fingers drifted lazily across his chest. Venla arched a brow, lips twitching in amusement as she nestled closer. Curled closer into the curve of his body. She laughed softly at his words, low and warm. “Lucky me...
  11. Venla Thiel

    Private Dust in the Wind

    “You are a marvel, Willard of the Dawn” she smirked as her breathing began to slow down. Venla lay beside him, her body still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. Every nerve ending felt charged, alight. She rolled onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow as she gazed down at him...
  12. Venla Thiel

    Private Dust in the Wind

    One kiss quickly turns into more and she was intoxicated by them all. Her heart thundered like hooves over stone. As he rolled them over, settling between her parted thighs. Venla cried out in surprise, the sound quickly transforming into a breathy moan as his weight pinned her. She went...
  13. Venla Thiel

    Private Dust in the Wind

    Willard's words, that this wouldn't be the end, sent a surge of emotion swelling in her chest. Her fingers traced the reinforced stitching as they wandered up his gambeson. Dust and wear of the road clung to the fabric. One clasp at a time, she began to undo the fastenings. She smiled softly...
  14. Venla Thiel

    Private Dust in the Wind

    Venla had followed him off the road with a quiet smile, her hand warm in his. It was enough to feel the tug of his fingers around hers, and to know he wanted her near. The little glade he led her to was soft underfoot with moss and scattered wildflowers. Her skirts whispering over the grass...
  15. Venla Thiel

    Private Dust in the Wind

    Her name had trembled on his lips. She had heard it. The kiss burned through her like a fever. Her lips parted against his, tasting him with the kind of hunger that came from days of restraint, of pretending she didn’t feel what she did. She gasped softly into his mouth when his arm locked...
  16. Venla Thiel

    Private Dust in the Wind

    Something had shifted in her. In them. Maybe it had been happening for some time now, quiet and unspoken, between stolen glances and the warmth of his hands over hers. But now it was plain. It was right here. Between them. And it could no longer be stepped around. Her chest ached with it. That...
  17. Venla Thiel

    Private Dust in the Wind

    “There it is,” she murmured, echoing his words without meaning to. “It's ugly...” The words came out before she could temper them, but they weren’t cruel. Just honest. The fortress loomed over the terrain like a dark tooth. Venla sat behind him in the saddle, arms still looped around his waist...
  18. Venla Thiel

    Open The Inn at the Crossroads

    The boy reappeared briefly, a fresh bottle of something meaner in hand and served the two knights. He slid it onto the table between the two knights, along with two mismatched cups that clinked softly as he set them down. "This’ll burn a hole clean through your thoughts." the young man said...
  19. Venla Thiel

    Private Dust in the Wind

    “Gods...!” she gasped, the word lost in the rush of wind. Barely had time to draw breath before Hellion launched forward like a released arrow. She slammed forward against his back and she buried her face briefly between his shoulder blades. The force of the movement snapped through her, no...
  20. Venla Thiel

    Private Dust in the Wind

    She thought of what he’d said. Of kindness, of being taken in and shaped by it. He was young. Younger than her, in more ways than just the years. There was a restlessness in him, a reaching. Bright and unburned. The world hadn't carved its shape into him yet, not fully. He rode like he meant to...
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