Recent content by Alima Aiken

She winced a bit when the magic flowed through Penelope's fingertips. Once healed, she gave her friend a warm smile. "Thank you, Penelope. I owe you one." Naomi said lightly as she watched her hand back Amades bandages. Naomi's heart fluttered slightly as her face filled with a light warmth. She...

She winced when the handkerchief hit her wound. She was thankful for her friend. She smiled. "I always make some kind of mess!" She laughed. Naomi listened to the conversation that was occurring around her. She felt bad for those who were in their emotions. She was never the best at comforting...

Naomi smiled upon hearing her friend. She stopped doing the dishes to go and greet her friend. She accidentally cut herself but she didn't notice. "Penelope! Thank you so much! I was nearly out!" She admitted with a soft smile. She took the herbs in hand feeling a liquid substance trickle down...

"Oh, It's no trouble at all." Naomi said as she pushed the bag back to the small rabbit. "There is no need to pay. You may help close up the tavern. I am a bit short handed." She admitted. She grabbed a separate rag from her own and gave it to the small rabbit. She finished the counter and...

Naomi smiled. She sighed giving the man a look of tiredness. She simply couldn't say no to the nice man. "It's fine. You and your folks came just a little bit late. That's all." She spoke softly. She gave a small giggle as the man in front of her clapped to fill the nearly silent tavern. She...

A certain young female who goes by the name of Naomi Brazen. She smiled as she cleaned the tavern counter with a damp cloth. She stretched a bit before seeing that many of the folks in the tavern had left. That's when she noticed Amades. Her gaze softened as simply the sight of him was her...

Ryna wasn't feeling too well. As she looked at her skin, it grew quite pale. "Oh god...", she managed before vomiting into the table side bucket once more. It was a yellow-ish brown color. One thought came to mind. She shook the thought away, looking to Urchin. "I'm sorry you have to see me...

Ryna looked up to see Urchin. She smiled lightly. "I'm doing better now that you're here." She said softly. She saw something in Urchin that she believed no one else did. Brotherliness. Ryna huffed. "Thank you...for what you said, well, what you were going to say..." Ryna rubbed her head...

Ryna was a tough one. She could take any foe her own size and under, but give her anyone even an inch taller...well, let's just say she wouldn't do so well. Ryna took out a locket from her pocket and looked at the tiny picture that resided inside. Her mother and father were standing great and...

Ryna watched the woman whom went by the name Samara. She hadn't know Samara long but felt a bit safe around her. Ryna grabbed the water that was given to her and sipped it lightly. "Thank you, Samara. I'm Ryna." She said, hearing her voice much weaker than it should be. The Dark Elf seem...

Ryna sat up slowly, grunting from the pain. She took the cup into her hands, sipping on it lightly. "Thanks..." She said softly. Ryna looked at the woman. "Of course he is..." She said, her voice wavering. She looked down at herself when the woman mention a top. "Oh, no. It's fine. Not too much...

Ryna huffed lightly. "You don't think I know this..." She said, supporting herself on her left elbow. She was in no mood. Whenever Ryna was in pain, her attitude was snappy. Ryna looked away when she heard 'powder'. She looked back to see a ring in the woman's hand. "That was inside me?" Ryna...

Ryna was barely awake when she had the sudden urge to vomit. Before even opening her eyes, she leaned over the side of whatever stand/table she'd been on and puked up her previous meal. Once she had finished vomiting, she flopped back on the table/ stand, breathless. Ryna groaned softly. "Holy...

The voice rang in her head. It was soft and sweet, yet she had no clue as to who it was. She was too weak to move or even open her eyes. The only thing she could do was cough up more powdery blood, even though it hurt her to. She wasn't one to pass over like this. Was it the powder? Or maybe...