Recent content by Elinyra Derwinthir

At least she agreed with his last statement, though she expected for very different reasons. This outfit was very restricting compared to what she was used to, and ridiculous looking besides. She was indeed looking forward to removing it. "Emphasis on trappings, in this case," she muttered...

She enjoyed the game of unseen touches, venturing even to try to return some the best she could in her current condition. Her hair did not change this time from its normal mixture of earthen browns and deep mossy green; it merely tumbled down around the shirt as it was placed over her head. Her...

She felt her cheeks redden at his mention of her hair's unruly plant aspect. She was not one to typically wear her heart on her sleeves, but it seemed that this aggravating flora was set on putting it on display elsewhere. "It had better not..." she muttered under her breath. There was a part...

Elinyra relaxed into Petrus's embrace with an audible sigh of contentment before, as she'd discovered was his way, tenderness gave way to passion. It was a trait of his she decided she wholly enjoyed -- particularly in moments like this, when the heat of his desire emanated from his skin to wash...

That equinox night, when darkness and light stood as equals, Elinyra truly felt that she had left the ashes of her old self behind in the crucible of their passion. She relinquished the shell that bound her heart into his care, just as she relinquished all pretense of control, of forethought, to...

She met his kiss with equal zeal, tracing faint trails of fairie fire up his back and shoulders with her fingertips before wrapping her arms around his neck. She pulled him closer, daring his inner fire to kindle on this cool autumn night that carried the sweet scent of jasmine. Just as she...

She slipped off her boots and, silent as the clouds above, walked towards Petrus's back. Her pace was unhurried, almost floating above the cool earth with each step as she removed the belt that secured her tunic. Her gaze, equally unhurried, took in every detail of his form; the way the...

She gave Petrus a look of mock annoyance before she, Fwysog and Fielynn disappeared through the kitchen's threshold. As Elinyra went through the motions of getting her daughter ready for slumber, she couldn't help but feel a burden of guilt that forced her into more profound considerations...

She leaned into his embrace, running her fingertips nonchalantly along the inside of his thigh while considering what her answer should be. Her smile widened with each of his suggestions until her whole face was lit by it. "You are a poet as well. I should hardly be surprised," she laughed and...

Her expression brightened, apparently pleased with his response. She accepted the offered bite with no further hesitation. While the stew was certainly delicious, it wasn't the food that stirred her spirit. The symbolism woven into this simple, superficially-childish action was certainly not...

She looked thoughtfully, if not a bit obstinately, from him to the spoon of stew and back again. Rarely had anyone posed such a direct challenge to her sense of self. Rarely had anyone paid enough attention to do so. Meeting his appraising gaze, she asked in return, "Hmm. And what are you...

"I'm certain anything you find would be more appetizing than jerky, thistle and stale bread," she replied with a soft scoff, recalling some of the less interesting foods she'd had on the road. "Gaaa!" cried Fielynn, who had discovered how to transfer applesauce from her mouth to her hand in a...

Her tongue grazed his finger as she took the grape, and for a moment she relished the sweet fruit juice and the touch of his fingertips in equal measure. Even outside of the influence of his grove's alluring magic, his every glance, every movement was almost intoxicating enough to obfuscate the...

Elinyra accepted his shoulder and touch, sliding one arm around him in turn. She resolved to enjoy the simplicity and companionship of the moment. She smiled gently at his whispered words. "You've been honest with me, have you not? Accepted my judgment about your character without shame? How...

She had sat down to feed Fielynn during the course of her tale, and presently paused with a bite of grape hanging in mid-air. She focused on the toddler, who took the fruit from her mother's hand and stuffed it into her mouth with nothing but innocence in her eyes. If Elinyra had ever considered...