Recent content by Calla of Nuastone

The Komodo stiffened ever so slightly when the man’s hands curled around her own - out of alarm, because her fingers weren’t soft and squishy like a human’s, they were clawed at the ends and she thought - surely, inevitably - that that would bother him just like it would bother most of those...

Karl, however, didn’t escape the situation without any commentary. Because the Komodo grinned, snuggling him a bit closer - which only served to nestle him back against her chest again. She didn’t hold him to her, though, because he had already turned to look at her, inspecting her with a...

Calla had not slept. She would regret that lack of rest later, to be sure, but she didn’t dare. Even with the warmth radiating off of the Knight in her arms and the comfort of his steady breathing, she kept herself awake by running through the mantras and prayers she had been taught as a young...

A small, amused smile tugged at the corner of the Komodo’s lips as she looked down at the Knight, his head half-way down to her shoulder already and that answer that didn’t really answer anything except did provide the answer that he was nodding off. It was, in many ways, a display of comfort...

============================== The cold puffed Calla’s breath into a cloud as she looked at him, watching the Knight’s steady expression as he took in the wall of snow that was facing him, and worked through all that it meant. She didn’t think him for a second emotionless or withdrawn, but...

The Komodo hesitated, looking past him out into the gale that was raging outside, then back at him. At his earnest, determined face, weighing the pros and cons of what she saw. She was not much of a learned figure, leaving the more scholarly pursuits to those of a nimbler mind than hers… but...

The tall Komodo swept her gaze to the top of the mountain in front of them and the dark swirling clouds circling its tip. She didn’t know what this mountain was called -- humans did love to name most things so she was sure it had a name -- only that there were signs of habitation on its slopes...

Calla willingly dropped her hands away when he removed them, having no wish to make him uncomfortable in any way. There was something about his face, too, especially when she had touched him… Just a bit of… uncertainty, was it? Perhaps shyness? She certainly wouldn’t have pegged that specific...

The Komodo didn’t seem to notice the surprise (awe? fascination?) with which the man regarded her size; it was, to be perfectly honest, a reaction she garnered regularly. And his reaction seemed genuine and not tinged with fear or anger, so she was happy enough with that. He’d been kind enough...

The Komodo glanced towards the fire as the young human addressed it, then turned her crimson eyes back to her with a reassuring smile. “I know fire can hurt, but this one is contained, little one. I control how much it eats,” she said, gesturing at the pile of firewood stacked several feet away...

The Komodo tried to stay awake while he moved in the room around her -- in part because it was the safe thing to do, being in a stranger’s home, but more so because he had been kind to her and it was only polite to try and repay his kindness without just slumbering away… But the cold made her...

To be perfectly honest, it took the Komodo a bit by surprise, how quickly the cold set in and sort of slowed her down. She blinked those crimson eyes of hers, trying to focus on the sturdy man in front of her as he turned his attention to her and spoke; it was difficult, the sort of heaviness...

The Komodo held still, stick and cooked birds in hand, until the one who’d been following her made herself known. A human, like the Komodo’s keen sense of smell had picked up, though it’d taken her a while since the girl didn’t entirely smell like the Komodo was used to her kind smelling. She...

If the white-haired woman noticed the warrior’s tensing when she touched him or drew close to him, she didn’t make any mention of it. Regardless, he didn’t say anything to deter her and only a moment later was relaxed against her once more; he seemed, to her, someone unused to the sort of gentle...

The Komodo watched quietly as he moved to the edge of the bed, a part of her keenly disappointed to lose the heat of him from against her. Only because the air outside of the bedcovers was substantially cooler than the little nest she’d just come out of. Obviously. It had been a lovely, deeply...