Recent content by Circe Carolingian

She stood up straight, feeling a lot more comfortable now that there was no risk of her going into another fit of visions and the such. Circe took note of his being cold, shivering herself. Her slender ears twitched slightly as she was finally aware of the low temperature. Her nose began to turn...

"Someone like me? How do you mean?" Circe carefully steered the conversation away from herself and focused on the older man. "Ah well, I wouldn't want to put you out or anything of the sort. I mean, after all, you've been extremely kind and understanding to me." She laughed off his next...

"Oh, thank you but it's really ok." She laughs nervously, a bit concerned at the physical contact, not wanting her abilities to get in the way of a budding friendship. "To be completely honest I'm just a normal person like anyone else. Nothing all that special." "Ah, nowhere all that...

A skeptical expression still painted on her face Circe listened to the man speak. He sure was good with words and there was no doubt that he'd be able to worm his way out of any situation or predicament that he encountered. Though she may be naive, Circe certainly didn't trust easily. Despite...

She laughed nervously, rubbing the back of her neck sheepishly. Her eyes darted around, looking anywhere but at Jack's eyes. As he attempted to hand her the apple back she shook her head and waved her hands dismissively. "No, no," an awkward giggle emitted from her, "I insist. I can always buy...

"Are you sure? If they are bruised then I will happily purchase more. Here, have this apple." Circe placed her own apple in his outreached hand, a large smile on her face as she laughed. "I swear I didn't do anything to it. Please take this." Circe smiled widely, bowing slightly. "I'm Circe...

Cocking her head Circe scanned his body over, searching for any visible damage that she might've caused. While she scanned him with her eyes Circe tried to see if she could spot any weapons. If he carried a sword then a knight, a dagger or knife then a merchant. What Circe was most concerned...

A small, pathetic squeal let loose from Circe's lips as she began to feel her body falling. Landing upon the cold, hard cobblestone, her dress crumpled and sprawled all around her. She winced gathering the flowing fabric up in her hands a bit red from the whole experience. A masculine voice...

A white-haired woman, skin as white as snow made her way through the crowd. An armored sentry stood by her side, towering over the woman's small figure. Circe tucked a loose strand of hair behind her pointed ears. She stumbled slightly, finding it difficult to walk in high-heeled boots upon the...

As she saw who she had bumped into, correction, completely bowled over, Circe winced. She hated to anger anyone, especially someone who gave off such a foreboding presence. "Oh my goodness." Circe murmured, kneeling down as she attempted to help in anyway possible. "Are you hurt in any way? I...

The muffled steps of Circe's strong, leather boots pad against the sloppily paved assortment of stones. The low hum of the crowd drowned out the words which were flowing out of the woman's mouth, making her appear more like a lunatic than she already was. Not that she was a crazy person...