Recent content by Aethiriin

The question caused Thiri to pause as she followed along the path, stooping to fit through the tunnel of vines, bramble, branches, and foliage that had been made only moderately bigger than the catling itself. "I guess?" she said, not terribly certain of that answer, "She came to me when I...

He was rhyming again. Curious little tick of his. Aethiriin pressed on along the subtle path, shoving through the overgrowth of the forest and noticing as it nearly felt to shove back. The further and deeper they went, the more it resisted her passage, until at last she came upon that of a...

Fighting to be heard. Slipping through the shadows. Neither concept was unfamiliar to her. She'd nearly broken her voice more times than she could count in an effort to be heard, but most who listened had completely different definitions of what it was she'd done. Given enough time to let her...

"You kept secrets, Wisp." "You. Never. Asked." she muttered back at him without looking up, a word for each tick of her metronome movement back and forth. The sour feeling of her stomach seemed to be abating now that she'd had a chance to sit down, but the coiled frequency of the heart...

Aethiriin purposefully did not look at Oryn. Not even when he dropped his own title. His was perhaps a bit less of a shock than her own - she already knew he was a member of the Sluagh and Midir seemed to hand out titles like candy, or so she'd heard a few of the members say in passing. Instead...

Much as she tried, she couldn't keep it down. Aethiriin sputtered over a surge of stomach bile that poured from her lips a deep, nearly-black ochre. And while vomit never tasted good, she couldn't help but think that this tasted worse than usual. Like char. What had she eaten that would come up...

Perhaps she was not really all that good at reading people. Maybe she simply did not get enough practice. Or maybe she was too caught up in her own problems to make the effort. But something told her he was amused at her anger and she disliked it. That fucking dimple. Aethiriin stared at...

At some point she was angry just to be angry. A high tide she couldn't control and had for many years found it much easier simply to let it flood over rather than try to hold the waters back. It made for strained relationships with others, but Thiri had yet to find a better way. When she held...

Aetheriin's brow furrowed at those words, feeling them an echo to some other sagely, adult advice she'd received likely from her Uncle. He who also refused to speak on things, though she suspected it was more due to her Godfather's wishes than anything else. "Not him," she shook her head in a...

"Because she will tell me what he refuses to," Aetheriin did not even need a second to think on her response. It was something that had swirled about her thoughts, keeping her up when she was meant to sleep. All the things her Godfather refused to speak on. Her father. Her mother. Their past...

Growing pile of debts. Thiri thought it odd to weigh a boon against a proclaimed token of alliance and her eyes narrowed at this, mouth preparing to blurt out that stream of consciousness but withheld as she noted the shift of his expression. Instead she waited and listened to his response...

“The black shucks, we’re guardians by nature, protectors of the thresholds between life and death. Our magic is tied to that duty. The shadows help us travel between worlds, slip through the cracks unseen.." These words slowly let the light out of her expression like a candle flame dying at the...

His words were music to her pointed ears. Thiri's smile persisted in pleased enthusiasm, barely giving an inch as her host fluidly stepped from his repose and uttered incoherently to his shadows. It seemed like an unknown love language almost too intimate to eavesdrop on, but she was a creature...

Debt well and truly whisked away from immediate thought by his little song, Aethiriin's stance eased from its guard into quiet curiosity. Weirdness was no stranger to her, but his nature was certainly nothing like any other fae she'd met before. Why had her Uncle warded her away from the black...

Thiri's eyes remained narrowed, slivering even more if it were physically possible. She wasn't too familiar with debts - too young to have them, really, but she disliked the idea of it quite immediately. The young fae leaned away from his words with a visible grimace. Would have rather he'd...