Recent content by Alouette

Alouette wasn’t sure what was worse: the shocking crackle of lightning, sudden and bright, or the wails of children melding into women’s sore-throated screams. It was terrifying to see, terrifying to hear, and it froze her to where she stood. She looked around, standing still, the world moving...

The small squire perked up immediately as Nacht carried the conversation— a welcome change. Lou got along well with Ulrika because she babbled more than a brook, oversharing on everything and anything that happened to her that day. Alouette hadn’t spent much time with Nacht, very rarely was it...

“I’d hate for it to fall off, too.” Lou said with a nod, thinking about how all her hard work could disappear with just a bit of carelessness. She had even gone as far as to making it fire-resistant— she hadn’t quite mastered imbuing multiple traits in small items that would have allowed the...

Alouette did have thoughts but she didn’t share them with Nacht. Much too unsure, she remained tight lipped and once again tried to avert her gaze in a place that would make her go unnoticed. Syr Isander wouldn’t forget about her, especially when tasks needed to be divided. She did find much...

Roki’s hand was warm. That earnest warmth matched the glow in his eyes which were still glazed from the wine. Lou saw her smile reflected in his pupils— her lips had spread wide enough to show teeth. Relief settled through her body, her stomach no longer feeling twisted and low. “Do you like...

Alouette was no stranger to poachers, even if the thought of them made her stomach twist and turn. Her kin had traditions when it came to the flora and fauna, and these beliefs were woven into her, physically and mentally. She had no appetite as they came closer to their destination, settling...

The brown sugar brunette balked with Roki’s suggestion of taking him out to the green. By Tsoai-talee, why would anyone suggest sending them to the everlasting spring when they were so young? Eyes that matched all the different shades that leaves of grass often carried unannounced to the rest of...

Faster than a blink of an eye, Alouette’s hands were at Roki’s shoulders. She steadied the squire, leaning forward herself to remain as upright as she could be. It would make no difference if she managed to catch Roki to only fall over with him. A brief image of Roki’s shoulder or bent elbow...

Alouette had meant to go slower but perhaps she had walked too fast once again. She turned around, irritation absent from her features as once again she looked to see what had hindered Roki this time. For a brief moment, quicker than a blink of an eye, she was thrust into a memory from her...

Anyone ever tell you, Lou, you, you are as pretty as a peach! Alouette blinked, partially taken aback by Roki’s genuine compliment but more so because no, no one had ever said something so nice to her before. Ketyl hadn’t ever said she was pretty, and he most definitely never used a metaphor...

What are you all doing in here, by the way? The words registered faintly in the chambers of Alouette’s mind, an echo of recognition. Her green gaze went to Roki. She hadn’t had much wine, but it was only the second time she had ever drank it. She knew she wasn’t drunk, she couldn’t be, but...

Lou thought that by keeping her body moving, she’d feel some sort of warmth. She began to think that after a minute, her body would adapt, as bodies were made to do. Plenty of times she had stepped into the coldest of winter colds, into storms that obscured with fog and dark clouds so much so it...

It was easy to smile when in good weather, easier yet when one was with good company. Alouette’s nerves settled upon hearing Nacht’s assurance and she proffered a small smile of appreciation in return. It might have gone unnoticed, not lingering long on her face that was quick to focus once...

Syr Josai’s magic was far less stinky than Ulrika’s magic, and much better contained. The blue cat looked so much like a cat, despite being blue and of the arcane, the way it ran was natural and filled with all the power of a perfect predator packed into a petite body. The kids smiled once...

Snow muffled the small footsteps belonging to Alouette. In the crook of her elbow was an old wicker basket that Squire Ulrika had been kind enough to lend her for today, filled with nothing but a chunk of bread and a much smaller chunk a hard cheese. Alouette had to make sure that even when she...