Recent content by Anja Traue

There were songs sung about Ser Orphen Gaines? Blue eyes widened even more as he began to belt out the words in tune, curiously well-managed for a boy of the lists. Then again, if Ser Gaines could sing and play music, why couldn't others? Perhaps it was simply a new breed of Knight altogether...

"I found it in the Great Library," in the back, layered among old books and scrolls and tomes that had not been touched in what looked like years. Something that struck her as odd - she could hardly fathom having a book and not making use of it. "Sam has a collection of them..." As for Knights...

"Oh-" she blinked, looking momentarily confused to learn that not only could most people not read and listen at the same time, but that they couldn't read at all, "I did not know that..." Of course her experience of the world thus far had been her rearing within the noble household of Oban and...

Anja was far too busy losing her wits to notice any of his amusement or laughter. How could she bother to even see or hear such a thing when she was sitting aback this horrible beast of burden?! Said beast of burden was watching Marek closely, small ears pricked toward him as he laughed but...

He may have been trying to diffuse the obvious terrified strain with humor, but it only deepened the purple of Anja's face and the frown on her lips. Her eyes stared straight forward at nothing, unfocused. Somewhere in the world, a tensioned rope snapped out of pity. Wasn't until Marek tugged...

"Alright, first thing, don't slap me." The mere suggestion she would do so garnered him a look of shock so stark someone might've thought he'd asked her something wildly in appropriate. Her? Slap a male? She could barely count on her two hands the number of times she'd spent any time in close...

Having seen the entire spectacle, Anja looked entirely unconvinced that any part of anything he was doing could be described as fun. Face blanched, frown deepening, she watched the boy and the mare as though it were Death itself riding around on its skeletal steed and coming to collect her soul...

She was, indeed, not up. Not really even close, truth be told. Snuggled deep beneath several layers of blankets and presently engrossed in one of her new books from her trip to Alliria, Anja had made no effort whatsoever to leave bed yet. In Oban she'd have been up before the crack of dawn...

That got a head tilt from the young woman, her lips gaping to ask a question but finding the man turning away from her and striding off before it could find her voice. Anja could not hear the smirk, humor was a bit of a foreign language to her. "And where would that be?" the question persisted...

"It would be a rude habit to have..." Anja remarked, mostly to herself, as her gaze briefly gallivanted back out to the traffic of carts, horses, and carriages. Perhaps it would only be rude if used for reasons other than saving hapless pedestrians from vehicular manslaughter. Frosty blues...

The apology stilled the trembling and after a moment, the young woman's hand lowered just enough to let her see his face. It had changed and her wide eyes no longer detected anger but... something else. Confusion filtered in to the fear of her own expression, as if looking upon something alien...

Proverbial hackles flared just seconds before Henk's hand made initial contact and the immediate yelp that sounded as he yanked her back off her feet hit the air a split second before his fingers made purchase around her collar. Anja hit the ground, hard, gasping in shock at first only to croak...

Several hours later as Henk made his way up along the walkway before the great stone steps of the Library, a young woman with her nose stuck in a book strode right before him, cutting him off as she wandered onwards. Right into the busy traffic of the street, right in front of a four-horse...

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