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She watched the boat come in. Watched the occupant with their strange armor and gear do what they could to leave the boat with what seemed an injury. Keen eyes observed the movement. Unmoving as she looked over the stranger. Waited. Until the stranger spoke finally, startled by her presence...

Crocus had done little more than asked of her. Securing the population of wild hares that settled throughout the sections of her betrothed's forest. Grazing upon the fruits of a berry tree before making haste to the southern tip of the continent and staring longingly across the sea. The wind...

Crocus pondered fora moment the offer after giving both a sharp look when they said thanks. These two hadn't remembered her warnings. If the broonies had a mind for the cold of this place, it would have been a harmless lesson for them to learn what those words could do. She hoped they only kept...

Crocus gently took the offered flask, smelling before tasting. It tasted strange, like nothing she had tasted before. Then again, when all one had was the bounty the woods had to offer, one did not want often. She exhaled sharply, feeling the fire the woman spoke of and handed it back quickly...

"I lead through secret way of woods. Fae use them. Hidden from eyes like yours. Fast, no tricks to make wander lost with me here." She informed them with a smile, the path would seem foreign to any that walked the woods often. A game trail lay beneath the snow, the only sign of use as she trod...

"Por-tal stone." She sounded the word out before continuing her question. "What is that?" Her eyes went back and forth as they spoke, her eyes settling on Mika as she spoke more than Lus. "Balance not so easy. Have to learn. Even after many winters I not always right. To much sympathy, things...

Crocus turned when spoken to, but did not stop walking, avoiding tree limbs and snow being dumped on her even as she kept her eyes on the one asking. "No. Small home, father and me. He-" She paused on the word. Why didn't they have others living close to them? Besides being fae, why didn't...

She moved, guiding them along as she listened to the pair talk behind her. Until spoken to, she remained silent and observant of the area around them. Mika asked if she went to the village at all. Shaking her head, she had to think about the last part of the question. She did find humans...

They both hesitated at the word, and her eyes went back to the pair when she turned around. Their caution was warranted, and didn't make her angry. A wry smile appeared though as she shook her head. "If want to hurt you, not warn you. Not help you get through woods fast." Crocus spoke...

She nodded when he said no deals. Something at least the one had finally picked up on. It was a frustrating game for her to try and explain when another might have simply followed behind and waited to take advantage of them. Her Father had made a point of explaining she was too kind at times...

Talus had not understood her words, which was maddening but she could relate. Having spoken common a total of three times now, this being the third, she didn't think she would be very clear. Granted, the men from the human place that came to the woods seemed quick to figure out what she said...

A name, foreign to her ears but spoken earnestly since the wrap in her hand had not shaken of its own volition. Her brow perked, an earnest answer meant they had given something of their true name. Someone plainly not from one of the nearby human gatherings. "Taloo-. Talee-ta-lus. Tal - us...

[ooc plain text will be in common while italic colored text is faerie] One noticed her right away, but seemed to doubt themselves as they shook their head before pointing her out to the other. Her hands finished their task and she sat quietly for a breath, enjoying the last bit of silence she...

Crocus had set about hunting this day. Her bare feet broke the surface of the snow, the natural magicks about her being enabling her to tread through the cold with little thought. Wrapped in a mossy coat, her yew bow was long enough to act as a staff while the sinew bow string waited, wrapped...

Quin'el/Crocus Biographical information Birthplace Nordengaard Born Died Age 18 (83) Home Wilds of the Tundra Ph...