Khy'eras

Aurae lifted her head wearily, meeting the gaze of her old friend as the woman quietly sat down opposite her. She had hoped for a brief interlude that would allow her to gather her tumultuous thoughts, but as such, luck was not in her favour today. “Cook wished to speak to me about the meeting you b...

Aurae nodded along as she listened to what the head of the Goose had to tell her. The gold did not come as a surprise to her after the initial bomb shell had been dropped on her, there was little else Elara could have done and Katarya was still under their protection and in need of aid. It was howev...

Aurae sat forward, steepling her fingers as Cook began to speak, a fine line soon forming between her brows as she began to frown in confusion. “I am very sorry Herú, this is the first I have heard of the situation regarding Lassë Black. I was notified of the visit but not of the circumstances surro...

Cithrel’s head shot up at the sound of the deep masculine voice, coming face to face with a hulking brute of a man. She forced her body to stay put, she wasn't a small elf but this man was almost her height and undoubtedly twice as wide in the shoulders. The infamous Cook of the Goose. A quick glanc...

Aurae smiled at the young woman before her, there was more of her grandmother in her than she could see. A fiery, fierce heart and an innate desire to do right by those she instinctively sensed worthy of such dedication. “ I do not think you could have spoken words with more heart than you just have...

Aurae gave the Lassëa knowing smile, ah the blissful blindness of youth she thought. The young girls elvish seemed to improve by the day, a smart girl, her accent had begun to fade as well. She listened carefully and intently to the girls proposal. She was both surprised and pleased that the girl th...

Aurae had heard the young witch approach her door and pause before it, the quiet words to the bird making her smile as the young girl bolstered herself enough to knock Aurae's door. She had been sitting behind her desk for what felt like most of the day. Her hands were ink blotched and all her limbs...