Scribe Taliandriah Flamesurge

Her hand disappeared under the bed skirt, swatting as she let her fingers move over the various wrapped boxes underneath. The redhead turned her head, resting her cheek on the cool wooden floor as she tried to catch a glimpse under the skirt herself. “Ah, fuck'all…come'on.” There was a crinkle of paper heard, and the woman’s eyes lit up as she leaned back onto the wood floor.

The red wrapped box was pulled from it’s hiding place, set up to rest on the edge of the bed. In the same movement, the woman used the bed to lean herself up; sitting on the edge casually. Her expression was one of relief, plucking a dust bunny from one of the carefully pleated corners. It wasn’t like she’d thought he’d care if she actually got...

Trigger warning: Baby complications

The magic spilled from her fingertips, arcane wisps dancing and forming in the air before her. Runes along her wrist were long devoid of her trademark glow, faded and unbecoming as the scars came into full view. The woman had literally carved these things into her skin, some appearing more jarred with the non-dominate cuts. 

The two wisps broke apart, wrapping and contorting themselves into an intricate rune design. It floated lightly in place as the woman hummed, “I’m gonna fight ’m off…” She pressed a finger to the conjured rune that danced in the air in front of her. It began to descend towards a bright glowing rune that sat on her lap, the ornate figure began to flicker as it...

Taliandriah made her way to the inn, reaching up to the box as she entered- pulling her key loose. She'd swing it along her index finger as she walked to the stairs. The woman gave a nod to the bartender, leaning over the side of the railing to grab the glass that was offered. “Thank ya, luv.” This would be the second drink of the week, and only a day apart from the first- it would be a long week, but it was a necessary sacrifice. The girl drew a breath as she clung the wine to her chest. Her finger holding the key stilled as she'd reached the top of the stairs. Eyes cast behind her, looking over the staircase for a long considerate moment...

The woman cleared her throat, eyes casting back to the ground nearby and then...