1. Helena

    Private Hush, O Babe

    Helena sipped her tea. Let's her own mind linger in the swirl of the steam. How it kisses her nose. Dew drops about her lips, as an easy drink passes from her cup. The wolf. "Are you interested in proving yourself correct, Syr Osytha, or helping the girl, Lilia?" she puts forth. Calm. She...
  2. Helena

    Private Snow Melt

    Knelt by the river, Helena uncorked the waterskins. Felt the cool run rush there against her bones. How its kiss, like another layer of her that soothed the hot work of life, flowed about her. Where it began and she ended. As it went on running. Off into the distant Sea of Glass. Glimmered along...
  3. Helena

    Private Hush, O Babe

    As the Knight of Dusk had spoke, the Captain of Dawn had taken out quill and folio. Scribbling notations here, and notations there. Feather bobbing with the smooth dip and twift that marked attention. Her eyes, following every weary point, and shaky jab of fingers that looked pallid and too...
  4. Helena

    Private Hush, O Babe

    "Granted,"
  5. Helena

    Private Hush, O Babe

    "Then step out of the room, Syr Innis, and remove that ridiculous duster you love wearing so well," came a voice of calm command. There in the frame of the door stands Helena, Captain of Dawn, stance bladed to allow those inside, out. "Dramatic as it may be for all of us to gather here and crowd...
  6. Helena

    Private Snow Melt

    A flutter of laughter fell from Helena's breath. Low and thrumy against the air. There was the spark. The tender little thing. Glowing all the brighter for all the breath he gave it. Its gold glow burning red orange against the slate stone landscape of Aarno's features. "I not only figure...
  7. Helena

    Private Snow Melt

    Her eyes followed him a moment. Watched as he moved about. That uneven gait of his. How he favored one side, and yet, went on carrying on. Had set himself to that task before him. Simple as it was. But he would do it thoroughly. Proper. Not a measure missed as those big hands- "No. I've had...
  8. Helena

    Open Buried Roots [KoA]

    One last squeeze. A nod. The time of student and mentor was over. Were there ever such a time, in such a moment. And had she the answer to such a question. But now duty was before her. Ceremony. One last breath drawn in. Tears wiped away. This was not the first fire she had lit. It would not...
  9. Helena

    Private Snow Melt

    "Tea arrives precisely when it needs to, Syr Aarno," the Captain addressed as she set up her part of the camp. "Not a moment fore, or a moment there after," she spoke too seriously. Bundle of things there under her arm as she walked out to the sun poured meadow. "And it sounds lovely,"...
  10. Helena

    Private A Bitter Pill

    Exhausted compliance. Helena thought. Well. There are worse places to start. "Good." Helena says with a clip and a nod. "Do not think that your coming back, is not recognized, Mistress Thiel." Arietta is done cleaning up the tattered and blood soaked rags. Drapes them across the blood red...
  11. Helena

    Open Buried Roots [KoA]

    "Syr Damir," Helena spoke softly. Voice almost a whisper over the stirrings of those Knights who had gathered round the pyre. For many knew Syrs Etivya and Torgan. Knights Sworn of Dawn and Dusk. As a sister. As a brother. Mentors. Friends. Family. Found as they may have been. Kin by Oaths...
  12. Helena

    Private A Bitter Pill

    "Do you know how much a drunk wants to drink when they first come into the tavern?" Helena put forward. "I reckon you get a sense for it." She ceded no ground, eyes alert as Arietta cleared up the mess left strewn about. "But I reckon you don't ever really know. Not all of them at least. Let...
  13. Helena

    Private A Bitter Pill

    Tension. Confusion. These things had a tendency to hang in the air. As did fatigue. Exhaustion. Lingered about the eyes. The turn of the lip. Venla was not the first soul Helena of Dawn had pulled from the jagged mire of the world's mirrors come shattered around her. Wasn't the first...
  14. Helena

    Private A Bitter Pill

    A powder was spread unto that blight which had dripped out onto the floor. From vials at Arietta's belt. The black ichor bubbled and fizzed. And from it seemed to be pulled out the fabrics of a fruit's flesh. Like so many little hairs of mold rising and growing. Black to grey to white. Wherever...
  15. Helena

    Private A Bitter Pill

    Red, grey, and black wash spilled out into a larger holding tank. Knights attending took sample into the beaker. Helena watched. How the ichor diffused. Spread. Plumed and swirled there in the anymphaeus solution. Grit her teeth to keep from screaming. Clasped the side of the tank as all her...
  16. Helena

    Private A Bitter Pill

    Helena measured Venla. A picture starting to form now. How much had she actually missed with this woman? How much had been invited in. What risks were left there hidden in that web of untapped power she seemed to have no hint of understanding. Until the glade. Before that, the totems. The only...
  17. Helena

    Private A Bitter Pill

    25th Dviti, 350 EoD: Sanctum of Dawn, Captain's Office Helena paced about the room, reading over the latest reports, to the steady tone of shroud lamps buzzing. Refugees moving across the Vayden, displaced by Lord's and Baron's conflicts so near to them, and further yet, those displace by the...
  18. Helena

    Private Snow Melt

    The laugh. Like a warm crumble of sun baked earth come free from the stubborn rock it so oft clung to. Buoyed the feeling that sprung from her chest. Caused her to crack. "The way you look," she said, leaning into her own stare, for emphasis. "At things with such intensity," eased back, rounds...
  19. Helena

    Private Snow Melt

    "Amusing." "Most," she nod, spying how his lips curled, eyes gleamed, and his tusks stood with all their pointed promise. "There are worse things for a man to be." "Drab, dull, boring, to name just a few such things," her head bounced along. "Largely the culprit for how my life has gone, that...
  20. Helena

    Private Snow Melt

    To think, he would look so open. No walls there to find. The gears of his mind, turning as if the cogs to a mill. Detest. She could hardly hide the twinkle that flash across her eye. Yet she must. She needs. Huffed it out her nose, and kept her eyes pointed at him. Want to laugh kept at bay...
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