She showed me, reflected in those green eyes, which path I am to take.

I won't blink. I won't back down. I won't hesitate.

Wherever this leads, I'm not looking back anymore. No more fluttering back and forth, confused. I've chosen, and if this light burns me in the end-- at least I didn't run.

Tiradell Swiftsail:

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She was a tease, a flirt, and worst of all, his employer.

There wasn't much he could do to change the situation. He could only duck his head and try to ignore the constant whispers filtering through his earpiece. Threats of kisses, unsubtle innuendos, demands for apple pie.

Why pie? He hadn't the faintest idea.

"So here we are, pup."

He looked up at me and whined, looking all scrawny and pathetic. I tossed him another slice of smoked meat.

"Got a roof, got a job, got food. Life's lookin' up, ain't it?"

Mawly wasn't paying much attention to anything but the ham.

I frowned, reaching up to scratch at an itchy patch on my cheek. Another bit of moss came away, ( Read more... )

Wind whistled through the halls of the keep, sweeping around corners and tugging at the edges of the heavy, ragged tapestries that hung upon the grey stone walls. It was dark, though evening was a few hours off--as usual, the thick clouds that draped themselves over Silverpine served to keep the sun out better than any curtain could, and the ( Read more... )

"This is delicious." I smile and set my plate aside to lean against Tiradell, wrapping an arm around his waist. On the other side of the room, Red sulks against the wall, and Kagg is engrossed in examining a broken construct with his piglet. "I admit I am surprised you found the time ( Read more... )

"Your eyebrows, Tana..." Tiradell traced a finger over her brow, frowning slightly.

She grinned down at him. "They are gone, I know."

He sighed melodramatically. "Another casualty of this great conflict."

Tanakyll laughed and leaned down to kiss his forehead. "Silly elf. I can always borrow yours; you have long enough eyebrows for three orcs."

"Where is the small orc?"

It was the wrong question to ask, and the long-haired elf watched with amusement as Tanakyll whirled, snarling at him. He set the armor and weapons down and leaned back against the wall of the inn, arms folded. Once the story had come out--

"You can always make another."

She growled, reaching for her leggings. "Always so ( Read more... )

Bloodhound:

I mind you least of all, out of the others. You care for him; it is not your fault he does not share your desires. We orcs are short-lived compared to your people. Perhaps in fifty years or so he will have changed his mind.

Be careful that you do not make your move too soon, however. He is still mine.

She-demon:

You speak with him and ( Read more... )