Recent content by Ethir

Quacey was the first to speak, and like usual, he asked her what else she wanted. "None at the moment," she replied. She just wanted to go to Quacey's home and sleep in a real, good bed and eat real, good food and not have to walk or travel all day. Whatever happened next, she didn't know, but...

Ethir quickly fell into a rhythm with Quacey, and eventually was able not to step on his toes anymore, something he seemed to be happy about. She smiled to herself, knowing it likely annoyed him. Her eyes were on Quacey's, but in the rhythm of the dance her mind wandered once more, rolling...

Ethir's ears went pink even as she snorted derisively. "Obsessed is a stretch," she replied, ignoring the rest of his question. The waitress returned with their order, and Ethir took a sip of the warm tea, glad for the balm it provided her throat and stomach. The broth and bread helped as...

Ethir flushed behind her mask as she danced with Quacey. The intensity with which he was looking at her, and the fact that it hid no bad intentions, it astounded Ethir. She was once more reminded of the pair's size difference, even in Quacey's shortened form. Her hand was swallowed up in his...

Two months. it would be two months of travelling until they would reach Quacey's home. She should have known it would take that long. She was in fact not familiar with the fae lines- she had never been taught how to use them; never having left home until she fell into Orion's hands. Quacey...

Ethir was good at noticing things, especially about other people, and so she noticed Quacey's confusion (and was that concern?) at her unstable appetite. She as well wondered what was wrong with her, but not for very long, considering Quacey was now offering his hand for the next dance and she...

Ethir shook her head. "No," Her reply was simple and she didn't elaborate- she just wasn't feeling wine today. She had a feeling it would make her feel nauseous. "None for you?" she asked after a moment, turning the question back on him. She would wait for his response before asking another...

Ethir's green eyes glinted behind her white mask. "Maybe I will," she said. She raised her glass to her lips but a swirl of naseua overtook her and she set it down by the table they were still standing nearby. She was silent for a moment until she didn't feel as if she was going to throw up...

Ethir let Quacey lead her down into the tavern. She ignored the catcalls from others in the tavern, glad that Quacey didn't say anything about it either. She supposed it was because he was close by her side that no one reached out for her. She sat down and Quacey sat across from her. Her...

Ethir blinked at Quacey. She could not help the smile that crept across her face. She made a shoddy attempt at hiding it by raising her glass to her lips and taking a sip. Quacey was more right than Ethir cared to admit, though it hadn't occurred to her how aggressive and territorial swans were...

Ethir glared at Quacey but there was no effort behind it. Reluctantly, she stood, pulling his tunic that she had only worn briefly over her head and throwing it at him. She took her time getting dressed in the same tunic and pants from yesterday, and could not wait until they could get her new...

Ethir raised her own brow as she met Quacey's gaze. "You have a stern look on your face, like if anyone tried to talk to you you'd snap," she replied. She had spent enough time with men to read their tells and even if Quacey himself didn't realize it or admit, she could tell he was wary of the...

Ethir rolled onto her back as Quacey got out of the bed. After a moment she rose as well. She bent over to pick up Quacey's tunic from off the ground and pulled it over her head. The snacks and drinks from earlier were still there, but then Quacey suggested getting a real meal. She supposed it...

Ethir's arm was looped through Quacey's, an act that was much easier now that Quacey had magicked himself shorter. He was still tall by all means, but not by so much to attract attention. Ethir suspected they would attract a bit of attention anyway with their pointed ears. Even masks could not...

Ethir was actually excited for this masquerade- it meant dressing up and hiding your face, which Ethir was glad for. Her earlier wish to not spend all of Quacey's money before they even got to his house had been put to the side when she had been shopping for costumes. They had heard about a...