Recent content by Bliss

She lowered her gaze in thought. "This year, only one so far. The Maesters and Professors do not want to make me do too much... Especially now that I am focusing on working towards new defensive spells. Adaptations of them... like I have done with the tea pot." Bliss shrugged. In fact, she had...

Bliss raised a brow as her gaze dropped in thought. "He can be obnoxiously privileged, but... we seem to have a language where we can understand one another. Calixtus wants to be seen the best, to come out on top... and he knows that I like to appear... versatile. That way... I always find a...

Bliss lifted her head, cheeks splotchy with red and her eyes shared a similar shade beneath the glistening tears. She turned to Owen, quiet for a moment, but her frown spoke volumes. "Yes. Thank you Owen for saving our lives." Owen sighed, apologised again, but had begun to pack up his...

Despite any annoying students she gave lessons to, Bliss was always happy to lend her knowledge to others. It was gratifying to watch them improve, to see her work become something and help others. Bliss did wonder if she should strive to be a Maester one day. To teach here at the College, but...

The twins, although a great team effort, were unsuccessful in their endeavour. The antidote barely made it down her throat as her laughter only made her spit it out, or the contents spilled on her cheek instead of into her mouth. Owen ran a hand down his face."Greats, give me fucking...

Bliss looked down, fixed on pouring their tea slowly. It gave her time to think, to truly put thought into her next words. "I wish to be different from my brothers, to be my own person and mage. My family are excellent with defense spells and strong wards, but I have always wished to be...

Bliss was all too consumed from her giggles and laughter, so intense that they were, she had been rendered silent as her body shook with unheard laughs. The tears did not stop, and the effect of the twins further escalating her giggles certainly was no help. Poor Owen stared at them...

Bliss was a blur about her room. She had the entire medium-sized room to herself, as older classes would get the privilege of. She had moved things from the table, a great number of books opened to specific pages and all the writing utensils she would need, all lifted into the air with a simple...

"I swear to the great names, Calixt—" The name fell short. Her eyes, blue and wide with mortification, fell upon an elven student. Bliss' cheeks turned pink, the young woman shrinking only slightly in her embarassment. "Oh... you are not... um, well, sorry..." She gave a shaky laugh, trying...

She wished she had been faster to speak, to call Calixtus delusional and idiotic — perhaps she was a little irked by him — but a voice called her by name and began to list the very class of the project they had been working on. It would turn out that Calixtus wasn't making things up. Bliss...

"This is your fault, you know? I was perfectly able to find my own group amongst the other students, but you insisted to the Maester we would work well together." Bliss held in most of her irritation, once again throwing Calixtus a dirty look from across the table. "That could stand to reason if...

Owen stared at them, apprehensive to even ask. "How... uh, how do you feel?" Hesitance made the end of his words go up an octave. Bliss smiled at him, beamed even. He was struck in that moment by how lovely she looked in such a state. "Brilliant! What else have you got?" She asked, already...

She stared between the twins, slightly in awe how two siblings could be so... patient with one another. In the Gradimir household, a mistake meant you would be ridiculed of it for the foreseeable future, and never made to forget such a moment. "Gosh, I wish I had your trust in Owen."...

Owen glanced between the two, a half smile of confusion and coherency at war. "Oh, well uh..." "Oh..." Bliss exclaimed, her face showing her sudden realisation. "Melody Delight, otherwise known as the—" "—Happy potion, or one of." Owen finished, clearing his throat pushing forward the trays to...

Seated in the dining hall, Bliss had been feigning her enthusiasm as her classmate was explaining his choices of ingredients. A talent baker, particularly with pastries, Owen had decided to test potion filled custards and berry compote and make them into tarts. She had already braved the...