Tag: Audemus x 4

Melisande Meadowshine possessed what she considered to be a mostly-useless form of soothsaying. So frequently she started an embroidery project with no recipient in mind. Perhaps I’ll sell it, she usually reasoned. Once, when it was the thing keeping her afloat, her talents commanded a decent price. Now, it had returned to its rightful place as her creative outlet, a way to commune with her matronly forebears. A way to make a person feel appreciated, seen. And, as ever, by the time she felt inspired to complete some half-finished thing, the proper recipient appeared. It was a mundane magic of sorts.

For Miss Selowyn, her answer of “green” as a favored color was enough to send Melisande scrambling through her desk drawers. A bit...

Too much was going on in the world.

Shut everything else down. Focus. Get up. Get out. Running over and through ruins. Lightning crackled continuously. Ozone and static teased his senses and he lived. Puddles splashed like laughter and he grinned with the chase. Adrenaline, mystery, exploration, treasure… Good company that knew. It felt good

Did he have a sign on his back? ‘Yank me around, I like it’? Wasn’t worth it. Ren smoothed the scowl off his face. No questions and no answers. No one to care. His own fault. The life he’d cultivated. Careful.

How many knew his name?… Sunsworn most likely. Their relationship was like that.

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His back pressed into the trunk, the bark bit through cotton to scrape his back. The label was teased off the bottle intact, then stacked with the others. He'd be sure to clean up; kids shouldn't see this. Refuge from memories and sulky aching. Wasn’t like him.

No one should see this. No one...

The Dwarven nesting doll smiled cheerfully up at him with what he imagined was barely held laughter. He hadn’t met many dwarves in his life, but he hoped he might meet someone with her outlook soon. Renrael felt his own grin ruck to the side in answer to her.

He always spoke Common to her. “How long you gonna stay on my nightstand this time, yeah? Very cosmopolitan, aren’t ya? Whisking away around the world. Probably been through more portals than I ever will. Probably seen a LOT; I know who’s pocket you usually sit in. Your courtier will be back for you, soon, I’m sure.” He winked and his fingernail tapped against her in a playful cuff; he was careful not to tip her over. He stood up and his eyes drifted over the other...