1. Ronja

    Open Unbidden Blooms

    The late winter had backpedaled, rolling in a chill during the night. She’d left breakfast early in search of the library, the Stacks they called them, only to quickly wander astray for how sunny and crisp it was outside. It was too easy to breathe after the stuffy indoors, steaming the breath...
    • Ronja
    • Thread
    • astenvale monastery stacks and chill or something
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    • Forum: North Ilica
  2. Ronja

    Dare Two by the River

    Two spat, in baffling sequence. Through it Ronja kept her stare, slaying the indignance that threatened to crease her brow and cool her look. Still, she cursed her blood for that it should’ve ever ran gentle, listening to the laughter and the strange pattern of knocks on a door. Meant nothing to...
  3. Ronja

    Dare Two by the River

    A witch’s work. Two girls on their pretend errands had whispered of it, walking arm in arm, glances stolen past shoulders at that one particular house. No disapproval, just— fact? Wonder. A bit of fright? Ronja had bowed her head when they passed, the almost black fabric of her cowl hiding her...
  4. Ronja

    Open Catching Up: Astenvale

    Her yet chestnut-laden palms rested upon her lap as the squire Gruki spoke, then seemed to— meander off? Though her own stare remained steady, proper affixed, she felt the company become still. At the periphery of her vision, the shapes of the older knights remained at attention, but somehow...
  5. Ronja

    Open Parthelion

    The old woman’s attention fell away from the stranger, expressionless, at the reply. Her hands slipped past a square of linen and into the basket, producing a breadroll. And another, before she put both on the table, readjusted the cover and reached up on the shelves for a bowl. “ You are quite...
  6. Ronja

    Open Catching Up: Astenvale

    She almost felt bad for having mentioned it all, their nods and words making her shrink a little, wilting beneath the reverence in the elven man’s look. Brave, noble. How little they knew of her — Had Mother Gaskin heard them say these things to her, she may well have laughed. Or disciplined her...
  7. Ronja

    Open Catching Up: Astenvale

    Her smile never flickered as she watched the incredibly tall girl fumble with the offered treats, her way smaller palms positively overflowing to the tune of apologies. She cradled the precious hazelnuts beneath her look, nodding. It had always been beyond her position to be fussy about her...
  8. Ronja

    Open Catching Up: Astenvale

    The warmth, stillness and buzz of friendly chatter imposed a restful weight upon her limbs and lids, making them leaden. How much she suddenly wished to doze off, sat here in the shelter of company. As the topic of feasts come up, she roused to examine the feelings in her body. Was she even...
  9. Ronja

    Open Catching Up: Astenvale

    She hummed her light amusement at the men’s exchange, gaze downcast lest she blush at the flattery. How strange it was, to be called wise — even if as just an assumption elicited by mere minutes’ acquaintance. Still, she smiled a little wider for it, making her point to meet eyes with Syr Gruber...
  10. Ronja

    Open Catching Up: Astenvale

    Wine and— vittles? She smiled at the offer, the expression widening as another of the men pointed out her sorry appearance. Though it hurt to laugh, the cold wind having whipped the peaks of her cheeks red, she did anyway. “ Your eyes are keen, Sir. “ Ronja remarked, approaching the fire with...
  11. Ronja

    Open Catching Up: Astenvale

    Breaking through thick brush, those cold and tired branches of old guardian alders, she saw what could’ve only been edge of town. Buildings, a bustle of people and and a broad road upon which shapes traveled like a funeral procession, hunched against the crispy air of a clear winter’s day. The...
  12. Ronja

    Open Parthelion

    She arrived before the stranger, understanding in the nod she elicit as they stood, eye to eye. Just as they did his cloak, the winds would tug at the lighter hues of a novice upon her figure, urging her to pocket her garden gloves and tuck her hands away into her broad sleeves. Her own...
  13. Ronja

    Open Parthelion

    Though the yards had quieted with the cold, yet some remained to tend the gardens and whatever it dared offer this late in the year, before chill properly settled into the earth. The steady rustle of garments and leaves stilled in an instant to the call, one perking their head up from behind...
  14. Ronja

    Open Parthelion

    The mountain air whistled, trying at the garments with icy fingers, tugging and twisting. Her hands were caught at her shoulders against it, lest she lose the wrap about them. It was a simple shawl for now, almost blending in with the rest of her muted habit, stripped from her colours as she was...
    • Ronja
    • Thread
    • early winter free states the mountains
    • Replies: 7
    • Forum: South Ilica
  15. Ronja

    Ronja

    a witch's daughter turned vowed sister
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