Recent content by Ceinwyn

Ceinwyn had to agree that the these woods looked quite foreign. Three days by hoof had carried her far, but the turmoil of the past half hour had thoroughly disrupted her direction. She knew she had traveled northwest from Laigin, so they must go southeast to return. "I will take you back,"...

The relief was immediate. A cool, slow breath escaped from Ceinwyn's lips as the fluid tendrils swept away her injury. Her bones aligned and fused, the tendon and muscle brought back together as though they had never been torn, and her skin mended so completely that even the soft fur of her shin...

"Err... no," she answered Razareal. It was too difficult to consider saying anything but the truth right now. She didn't have the energy to lie, much less consider the pros and cons of doing so. "I'm from Summer... mih name's Ceinwyn." Spring... she tried to remember what she knew of that...

She shivered as the trap disintegrated from around her flesh. The pressure was relieved, and Razareal's magic had done enough that the bleeding did not begin again in earnest. It had also dulled the pain enough that when her leg shifted, now free of its support, she did not faint. She should...

Ceinwyn had begun to grow dizzy. Adrenaline coursed through her veins and dulled the pain of her leg... but it was beginning to fight its way through. Her breathing had slowed, and her heartbeat had quieted its assault on her ribcage, though she remained wary. This sidhe truly did seem to want...

Ceinwyn had run out of breath, or more accurately had been unable to refill her lungs with the weight of the human man on her back. The pain in her leg overshadowed her bruised ribs and mishandled wrists, and her struggling started to wane as the ground fell out of focus... A flash of light...

The woods before dawn were anything but still. Birds had risen an hour earlier to begin their chorus and every manner of creature wound its way around the leaf litter. With pale twilight heralding the dawn, Ceinwyn moved through the underbrush without a sound. Her cloven hooves left gentle...

The cook had been too bothered by something else pay Ceinwyn much mind, and the alarmingly strong goblin took the apples from her basket with barely a grunt. After retrieving her trowel, she quickly slipped away. She took the brief time before dinner to clean and stow her tool and wash the dirt...

Ceinwyn rubbed one of the battered fruits on her sleeve in an attempt to make it look presentable, but pursed her lips in disappointment as the bruises were already starting to form. With a resigned sigh, she replaced it in the basket with the bruised side facing inwards. "Technically I work...

Ceinwyn swallowed thinking about what sort of monsters the Lord of Autumn might have at his disposal. Things had been peaceful enough between the courts, at least as peaceful as such things ever were, but that didn't stop her from hearing all sorts of frightening children's tales as a child in...

Ceinwyn's face showed more reproach the further Olyssa's description went. Kelpies sounded monstrous, and she couldn't imagine why anyone would want something so vicious as a pet. Then she recalled the general disposition of the majority of Duanann, and it made a good deal more sense. The...

She set to work applying the paste as gently as she could. It was cooling and smooth, if a little sticky, and by the time she was done the bruised area had been covered in a thin, shiny layer of tiny plant leaves and oils. Ceinwyn was by no means a healer. She knew a few of the plants that...

Blushing furiously, Ceinwyn dropped to her knees to scramble up the apples with Olyssa’s help. They would just bruise where they’d hit the floor, maybe if they got them to the kitchens fast enough the bruises wouldn’t be noticeable. With her things replaced, Ceinwyn moved to a small cupboard...

Ceinwyn relaxed a little at that. It didn’t sound much different than what she’d been used to. Frosts would be new, she’d only seen a handful before, but if the plants could survive it then it must not be so bad. And if the Erlking left then perhaps she would have more time to perfect the small...

"Heh?" she looked up, not having truly noticed the sidhe sitting at the other end of the table. Her unusually large eyes passed over the assortment of shining implements, and she flinched at Olyssa's sudden exclamation, expecting some bit of metal to come whizzing at her. When none did, she...