1. Petra Darthinian

    Private The Rearview

    There was something about her hands, in the way her tendons flexed close to the surface of calloused sun-warmed pale skin— rippling with a sinuous competency that Petra tracked with keen curiosity as she followed an appreciative line to the dark ash of fringe brushing along the shadowed edge of...
  2. Petra Darthinian

    Private The Rearview

    Petra hadn’t been this far south in the Free States for some time, not since this last mission had carried her along the coastal trade arteries and almost to the edge of the empire. Her window to return was short, but wide enough to allow a night or two’s respite in some long-forgotten tavern...
  3. Petra Darthinian

    Private The Hydra Taunts

    Desperate reports had flooded in from the farming plateaus of the east, of a strange singular airship that spat fire like a rabid dragon of old and grew more monstrous with every airship it gunned down in its path, the sun glinting off it like some vengeful metallic god who sought destruction at...
  4. Petra Darthinian

    Open Drags on a Dragon

    Petra swept into the tent like a storm covered in rhinestones, clipboard in hand and glitter clinging to her boots. The air was thick with hairspray and perfume, tasting faintly of nerves and rosewater. Knights moved between curtained dressing alcoves, each one stuffed with hung garments and...
  5. Petra Darthinian

    Hub Breaking Bread at the Knoll

    Petra laughed through the rebuffs and jests that volleyed around the room, finally waving at Rovias before giving a dramatic bow, hand sweeping low, the picture of graceful defeat. With her grin still firmly in place, her attention shifted to the drink that Faramund had bought her. Taking it up...
  6. Petra Darthinian

    Dare Dust and Thunder

    When Sabine revealed the egg, Petra straightened with sudden interest. She had never seen an egg like that before— it had a surface like burnished ivory, marbled in muted golds and greens, like sunlight filtered through leaves across moss-veined stone. Norvyk stirred with a low rumble...
  7. Petra Darthinian

    Dare Dust and Thunder

    “Pay in… combat?” Petra blinked, frowning slightly as the girl’s words settled. “That’s not... really... a thing we do here. I don’t know who gave you that impression, but if you wish to spar, there’s nothing more you need to do than simply want to be here." She was struggling with this...
  8. Petra Darthinian

    Dare Dust and Thunder

    There was quite a bit of distance between the edge of the training grounds and where Petra stood—enough that the girl had to run the whole stretch just to close it. Petra had time to blink once, then twice, before sharing a bemused sidelong glance with Norvyk. His tail gave a lazy twitch. Petra...
  9. Petra Darthinian

    Prompt Love is Blind: Shut Up and Dance

    He crowded in over Cydonia like some slavering mongrel, a mutt drawn to what shimmered without regard for what stood guard. His honeyed words only poured fuel on the simmering snarl curled behind her teeth. Petra’s shoulders tensed, the movement subtle but seismic with restraint. Dragons didn’t...
  10. Petra Darthinian

    Prompt Love is Blind: Shut Up and Dance

    Petra stilled. The pressure of Cydonia’s fingers, so sudden and unyielding, washed through the effervescent rhythm like flood water over flame. Her golden grin faltered, dimming into a concerned frown as the air shifted, and her hand turned over in that grip, open and placating, while her other...
  11. Petra Darthinian

    Dare Dust and Thunder

    The air was thick with the smell of baked sand and sweat. Sunlight streaked through the large pines that stood guard around the monastery’s training yard in long, golden bars. Dust motes danced like slow-burning embers in the stillness, broken only by the whisper and thud of Petra’s bare feet...
  12. Petra Darthinian

    Hub Breaking Bread at the Knoll

    The Knoll was warm with the scent of honey, smoke, and something gently spiced— cinnamon, maybe? It welcomed Petra like an old friend as the door swung wide on her arrival, letting in a gust of early evening air and the scrape of her boot heel over the threshold. She stood there for a breath...
  13. Petra Darthinian

    Private Everyone's A Critic

    Petra took a moment to blink a thoughtful expression at Valborast, pleased by the meaning of it—the words were noble even, but there was a part of her that absently wondered at the hate he must have been raised with to warrant such a sentiment, and how it shaped the hard man in front of her...
  14. Petra Darthinian

    Private It Ain't Much, But It's Honest Work

    A righteous laugh erupted from Petra, "Asked?!" The jewel light that bled through Norvyk's wings flickered above her as he shifted, already privy to his rider's scathing internal monologue. It took the elf a moment before she could speak past the sardonic giggles, absently wiping at her face...
  15. Petra Darthinian

    Private Everyone's A Critic

    Petra choked mid-swig. The wine burned the wrong way down her throat, forcing a strangled cough as she turned her head, covering her mouth with the back of her hand and wiping it like some back alley rake. She blinked watering eyes at him, voice rough when it came— “Gods,” she rasped a laugh...
  16. Petra Darthinian

    Private Everyone's A Critic

    Petra accepted the bottle with a lilted brow and an unbelieving stretch of her mouth. “Did you just… take this?” she asked, a little impressed by his audacity. She turned the bottle in clawed hand. The label was dust-worn, likely left to be forgotten, much like this building that was wearing...
  17. Petra Darthinian

    Private Everyone's A Critic

    Mischief returned, gleaming in the slant of her gaze as she tilted her head. “Yes, please. Because if you think I’m not marching into that playwright meeting at your side, with notes and a grapefruit, you’re sorely mistaken. I’m owed answers, Valchek. And possibly, dare I say, a refund.” She...
  18. Petra Darthinian

    Private Everyone's A Critic

    “You know,” Petra said, a little too offhandedly, kicking a puddle with her boot, “it’s not often I get you quiet and gracious. I might have to start punching more of your vices to see what else rattles loose.” She grinned at him sideways, smoke curling from her nostrils like a contentful...
  19. Petra Darthinian

    Private Everyone's A Critic

    Petra took the offered cigarette and turned it between her fingers with the reverence of someone who absolutely planned to defile it with haughty sin. “Oh, well then,” Curling an imp's grin and raising a brow at the scent, “Didn’t realize I was committing blasphemy with that sad little gutter...
  20. Petra Darthinian

    Private Everyone's A Critic

    Bewildered laughter accompanied Petra as she dogged the venomous steps of Valborast. Nodding her half-felt apologies to passersby that flung themselves from their path. She didn't care how badly she had battled through the evening between wanting to giggle herself silly or slink low in her seat...
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