Recent content by Everett Ebersol

“Your poor mum.” Everett murmured, wondering how any woman had more than one kid. He had never gotten pregnant, and of course, he couldn’t get pregnant— or could he? By some god’s beard, the wine was getting to him now, wasn’t it?— but he had heard many times the moans of a cow birthing that...

"Do you want to kiss anyone?" He wanted to ask, but when Everett opened his mouth to speak, his tongue felt clumsy and slow. "I think I might be getting drunk," he said instead, grinning as if being inebriated was an achievement of sorts. He supposed it was. His sister had told him that she...

If only he could be witty when he wanted it. He always seemed to say the right thing when he didn't care, but whenever he did care? His words were rudimentary, an inadequate representation of his cleverness and ability to banter. He had to use the wine once more as an excuse in hopes it loosened...

“Oh, cousins, yeah.” Everett had never met any of his cousins, wasn’t sure he had any to begin with. His mother didn’t share much from her past, not that he could blame her when she wasn’t Anirian and had wanted to fit in to reduce the scrutiny sent her way. His father was an only child. Everett...

Riddle Everett this: what was big and furry? Wolves, bears, dire wolves, owl bears, werewolves, Nordenfiir, his father, the Valen Wolfhound, were-bears, and just about another hundred things that were spoken about in taverns or children’s bedtime stories. It seemed that with each finding, only...

The young man’s stomach growled, evoking a sheepish grimace to glide across his face. Everett knew no one here was thinking what he was thinking: it was past lunch and food was on his mind. As his gray eyes went over to look each person in the face— Arn, Rhory, Owain— and took in the grimness...

“Oh yeah, the feud. I forgot about that.” Everett admitted, a sheepish look briefly crossing over his face. He pursed his lips in contemplation, realizing that if the feud was the reason why then this investigation was far from over. “Why are they fighting again?” He asked, turning to Owain to...

She didn’t get it. He wondered if she’d equate the red of his cheeks to the Dornoch glow or from disappointment, but Rhory turned his inward gaze outward to the pretty brunette. How had he missed her? He must have been looking elsewhere. Everett shrugged, it was hard to feel like he was missing...

There were certain smells that accompanied animals. Everett had been to enough farms, enough tanneries, and enough manors to know what sort of animals were there and could even guess how many. His nose wasn’t as good as his father’s, who could smell when a ewe was ready to give birth or if the...

Everett hunched over, reducing his height by a good inch or two, not minding the clink of metal against metal from Rhory’s gauntlet. He had to admit, he also had very little ideas in what to do. He was sure the goblin blood feud made sense, and despite the mayor’s dismissal of it, it was still...

There came a time in every young man's life to take on the role of a leader. Luckily, Arn and Owain had stepped up for such an essential role so Everett could enjoy the lack of responsibility. He stood next to Rhory, looking all at once uncomfortable and nauseous as if the thought of murder...

Gray eyes widened just as Everett began to give quick, little glances towards any impressionable woman, hoping to catch a pair of eyes directed his way. He even began looking at other women who didn’t fit the description. When he turned back to Rhory, he was met with a grin. Wait. Was Rhory...

Everett’s upturned eyes widened for a moment. Intimacy laced in sensual sheer patterns of blooms brought upon by a man and a woman together? A dark brow was raised as the couple went into the store together and the young man stared at the window display across the street. It was nothing more...

“What if I wanted to bet daughter?” His eyes didn’t leave the duo in sight, moving along the street, both with heads held high. Neither the middle-aged man or the woman around the guardsmen age seemed to be ashamed of walking side by side, or for the fact that the man had his hand against her...

When he took the glass from her, there was a swift gray glance to the left and right of them. No one was really watching them, at least not how Everett thought people were watching him. No one else cared about him taking some of Rhory’s wine, only he cared about it. The stem was dainty between...