Recent content by Briseis

A dragon's-eye flight over Thanasis, the City of Dragons - Malakath. (Ciraxis POV.) The wind was sharp and high, cold enough to bite even through her pale scales. Ciraxis soared above the world, wings stretched wide enough to catch the sun’s first gold. From beyond the Wall, she could see...

Briseis crept up beside him, her body low and movements precise, barely a whisper on the sand. She followed the direction of Rowan’s finger to the large tent and the carved dragon head swaying gently from the pole. Briseis stared at the dragon effigy and her limbs felt heavy, blood draining...

Briseis' stomach clenched as the piercing cry echoed through the quiet. Her breath caught in her throat, every muscle in her body going rigid as she dropped low beside Rowan. Her pulse pounded in her ears, a sharp contrast to the silence they had so carefully maintained up until now. The fox...

Briseis nodded quietly, keeping her head low in silent acknowledgment of Rowan's orders. She was here to follow instructions, to help when she could, and to stay alive while doing so. “Understood,” she murmured with a nod, giving a little wiggle on the spot as she loosened her tension and...

Briseis immediately dropped her gaze, the tension in her shoulders locking into something more rigid, more practiced. Her stomach twisted as Rowan reminded her—so casually, so effortlessly—that she was not in charge here. That she had never been in charge of anything. She bowed her head, the...

Briseis frowned, glancing between Rowan and the ledge. While he made a valid point, it did not a thing for the unease roiling in her chest. She turned her eyes to Ciraxis, whose form was still as a stone, save for the slight twitching of his tail. He seemed tense, discomforted by the idea that...

Briseis's stomach twisted at the sight through Rowan's spyglass, her gaze following the lifeless figures as they were hauled away. Rowan’s command hit her with a shock, and she blinked, her breath catching in her throat. The words were firm, final. But something about it didn’t sit right with...

Briseis found herself unexpectedly charmed by Rowan’s past on the farmland, and her expression softened at the thought. It sounded so quiet, so simple and spacious. No lofty expectations to meet, no eyes watching every move. For Briseis, who had only known crowded quarters and whispered gossip...

Briseis offered Rowan a small, tentative smile as he seemed to make some conscious effort to be a little less intimidating. Perhaps she hadn’t done too much damage. There was a flicker of relief, but it was quickly tempered by the thought of what might lie ahead. If things escalated and she had...

I could be persuaded!

Briseis felt Rowan’s eyes on her, the weight of his judgment. She could practically hear what he must have been thinking of her. That familiar knot of anxiety twisted in her stomach, the one she had learned to swallow over the last few months. She could almost feel the disappointment radiating...

Briseis watched him somewhat timidly as he plucked the device from her hands, her cheeks igniting with heat as she realised that she'd already made a mistake. Gods, the look on his face. What was she doing here? She cleared her throat and for a moment she stared at the instrument, mortified...

His subtle smile caught her off guard, and she found herself returning it, if only briefly, before her gaze dropped to the ground, embarrassed by her own unease. "Just Rowan," she echoed quietly and hesitated for the briefest moment before reaching out to shake his hand. She was still getting...

Ciraxis descended from the sky with the grace of a falling snowflake, his white scales glinting in the sunlight as his powerful wings beat the air in slow, deliberate strokes. Despite his size, the dragon’s landing was much softer than one might expect, his talons finding purchase on the rocky...

Briseis turned to look at Danika. She didn't think she had taken to someone so quickly in her life, but the smile she offered the woman was genuine and warm, and she allowed a quiet laugh to tumble free at her not so veiled threat. "I humbly accept and appreciate your advice, Lady Danika." she...