Khy'eras

All roads led back to Fellsgrad - with time and more than a few setbacks highlighting her lack of road-readiness under her belt Slaine had retreated for the autumn to her home for most of the last century to wallow in the boredom of a gilded cage. She scoured everything, the notes, the books, the ha...

He didn't have to ask twice - Slaine wasn't much of a fighter and was content to stay in the shadow of her larger friend, hoping the sheer size of him might dissuade any further rudeness. She wanted to tell him about her encounter with the carriage man, but Slaine worried that maybe the locals might...

Sufficient? Slaine didn't appear entirely convinced, looking at him as though he just suggested he could breathe fire or that he was good with the ladies - she didn't have any real evidence to the contrary, but she just felt like it just wasn't the case. "No, really-" She trailed off with...

"Hey watch it!" Slaine hissed, proving she could make a very convincing housecat as, despite having placed herself underfoot his nearly stepping on her. It hardly slowed her down, however. "Oh, my father - maybe - he was gu... ard... bodyguard. He, uhm, died, recently." The expla...

" I don't know! " And truthfully, she didn't. She hadn't realized he expected her to be buying things on her own. The shops here were nothing like they were in Fellsgrad - everything looked dirty and frighteningly rustic in a way that made her nervous about assessing the value of objects. ...

The shop smelled of wood, smoke, and dust, the walls lined with various goods for the discerning adventurer as well as those that lived in the tiny outpost in the foothills of the mountains. Slaine was neither a discerning adventurer nor a local and appeared wholly lost. Blankly gazing at the chaos ...

With equal amounts relief and shame she met his offer of escort, focusing again on her apple which she whittled away slice by slice, fearing that in the height of her embarrassment if she were to meet the Kerasoka's gaze she might come apart at the seams. Her pride wanted nothing more than to tell h...

Quiet concentration gripped her as she focused on peeling the apple in one long, unbroken spiral, scarcely a scrap of white flesh still clinging to the red skin. She held the spiral up between them, stretching long and spring-like down near to the ground. Spearing the apple with her dirk she tucked ...

What had she brought for this trip? Pawing through her things he might have seen more books than anything judging from the shape of the bag, though there looked to be quite a few helpful things in there among the mess but lacking any sort of meaningful organization one would be hard pressed to make ...

Slaine practically threw the spoon into the pot as she pulled her hands away, awkwardly trying to appear casual about her investigation. Folding her arms across her chest she turned toward him, then back the other way toward the bowl set aside, cautiously picking it up as she approached the pot agai...