Recent content by Amelia Hawthorne

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...

Amelia followed Faramund's gaze as Into walked away, a seemingly characteristic pep in his step, despite the rain. She hummed her agreement with the Dawnling's assessment while turning back to the dead woman. She hadn't seen the resemblance between the two women much before because the...

There hadn't been time to make notes in her journal like she had wanted between all the things happening. Amelia didn't want to miss a detail. But it seems that Syr Faramund was showing there was indeed a clever man beneath the brute persona he portrayed, and he showed his hand now with the...

Amelia absorbed Elinyra's words, finding a comforting resonance in the idea of exploring the depths of imagination. Agreeing with the druid that it could be an invigorating mental exercise. For stories, to her, were not just tales, but pathways to self-discovery. So as Hector began narrating...

Curiosity was a dangerous thing to pique in Amelia. It was her indelible driving force. The forever carrot at the end of her proverbial stick. Always wanting something new to learn, to puzzle over. She could never get enough. And there was the carrot, a question laced in Faramund's voice. He...

She may have hated herself a little for laughing. But only a little, Amelia admitted while covering her mouth to keep back the surprise snorting laugh that almost escaped at Syr Aarno's expense. Gods' forbid he think she was actually laughing at him. Regardless, the sudden tension that was...

A dull thumping met the tips of the fingers Amelia had pressed against the under jaw of one of the men unconscious on the floor. Just checking, her nod said to Aarno, letting him know that the body count was minimal, so far at least. She had qualms about what that pile would look like at the end...