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Ceinwyn smiled lightly at Razareal's acceptance of her offering. She felt glad to be useful to him, for some reason. It didn't hurt that providing food likely bought her a few more points in her favor. She had never been good at keeping track of favors, a dangerous fault in this world. Images...

Ceinwyn blushed, and then became embarassed that she had blushed, and flushed harder. She turned abruptly away from Razareal and his very pleasant voice and his very kind words and took a few steps forwards. "Here," she said, squatting down within a tight gathering of bushes that shielded three...

Ceinwyn felt a hundred times safer accompanied by Razareal. Her ears still twitched at every sounds, and her wide eyes swept the underbrush again and again, but her anxiety had been reduced to caution from outright fear. “I feel good as new,” she assured the faerie and started off to prove her...

“My pleasure,” she said in answer to Raz’s acceptance, and to try and draw his attention away from whatever ire was building between him and the nymph. She was grateful to the both of them, and did not wish for them to fight. They both clearly held great and frightening power. “And, just...

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...