Recent content by Amelia Hawthorne

It was not in Amelia's nature to sit idle. Even less so to break the rules. Rules that made sense to follow anyways. The thought had her nostrils flaring indignantly. Which is why she now sat, agitated, on a set of crates with her back against a white wall, leg bouncing, as she followed Syr...

Amelia's own father was a lean and pensive man. She had spent many years of her youth tucked away beneath his oak desk while he studied away at candlelight. He was an enjoyer of green tea, orange cats, a good sharp quill, and a quiet evening over most things. He had never raised his voice in...

An eagerness lit Amelia's face, and she inhaled sharply through her nose in an effort to keep her mouth politely closed and her deluge of questions safely tucked behind her teeth. The last thing she wanted to do was overwhelm the woman. Especially since the squire found kinship in the clever...

Even though the man was gruff, Amelia thoroughly appreciated his direct candor. It meant she didn't have to waste her time with inane pleasantries. The squire waited for the sharp echo of a hammer strike to clear before replying, "Well considering your son just returned from the little errand...

The smell of acrid smoke was caked into the old wood of the inside of the shop. The burnt metal that came from the forge built up from the craft of fathers, and their father's father, and their fathers before them. There was a heavy weight of duty and purpose within these walls. Of men who were...

Behind Amelia, there was wisdom that mingled between mother and daughter and the squire couldn't stop the small indulgent smile she kept to herself at their words. Syr Zajac reminded her of her own mother—informative, capable, and most of all patient. Patient with the endless stream of questions...

Saskia's enthusiasm was hard to quell and harder still to ignore. So even though Amelia felt a bit overwhelmed by her energy, she couldn't help but return a hesitant smile at the Knight when she beamed at her. If the Squire was being honest, she had taken a recent interest in the medicinal...

"Yes, how fortunate." Amelia murmured, her attention riveted like a hound on the hare at the towering adolescent back of Jali. Swiftly, Amelia placed a few coins on the shopkeep's stand for his part and walked away without another word. Her heart hammered in her chest, the strings between...

"You mean the murder?" Amelia finished for him. Her friendly mask dropping to her usual pragmatism, her brown eyes no longer warm. Crossing her arms, she quipped, "If you're going to be gossiping about it, you might as well have the gall to call it for what it is." The squire turned a...

Surprised that any of the villagers would engage Amelia in conversation, she halted half-past the man's stall, turning her head bemusedly to find the speaker. And when feeling the glare of the other shopkeep, Amelia kept her eyes focused only on the man who addressed her, even if it was with an...

Auburn brows rose higher on Amelia's forehead the longer Faramund chose to speak. She heavily questioned his methods, but he seemed to get results. And at the end of the day, on this mission at least, that's all that mattered. "Very well." She acquiesced. "I shall start my search in the local...

Without thought, stupid as it was, Amelia lunged to intercept that blade, her own rose adorned rapier bursting from her side with a desperate flourish, the reinforced blade glowing a bright candescent orange. There at her guarded hilt, did that sentinel bury its blade with a clang. Amelia...

The ghost of a smile escaped Amelia's lips at Faramund's question, she did so love to be asked her thoughts on how to do things. Especially when she already spent so much time mulling over how to do them in as many ways as her mind could fathom. She didn't exactly enjoy not having the answers...

Ah, of course. She tutted to herself. How did she not see it. Of course, the answer was esoteric. It was no surprise to her that an ancient temple like this was meant to test the merit of any who dared traverse it in search of its treasures. Intrinsic mettle and otherwise. Amelia steeled her...

Amelia grabbed the apple out of Into's hand, as she had stalked up to him meandering completely conspicuously in front of the lone market stand that was half a block from where they had parked the cart. The man was even whistling and pretending to inspect the fruit. His mock look of shock when...