Recent content by Farren Lóthlindor

As the walls of the hut fell away and confirmed Farren's suspicions, she felt a tug like a string attached to her navel and the runes engraved into her silver bells flared with bright blue light and before she had a chance to do more than gasp in shock, silver flames erupted around her form and...

Farren laughed through her blush at Bebin and placed her own hand demurely into his, a mock curtsy following. "Well Syr Theros, I can't say there are many broad shoulders I'd prefer to be thrown over." She raised from her curtsy, a competitive fire giving a sharp edge to her smile as she...

It was evening in the Knoll. The light of the fires carving out the shadows from the few faces that had made their way there for dinner. Farren amongst them, who was now navigating her way through the many tables with a fluidity that belied the cat she often embodied for night patrols within...

After the Squire had escorted her back to her bed, Farren crawled under the covers, hissing through her teeth at muscles that screamed their protest at the abuse and left her barely able to wave and nod her thanks at Reynald's exiting form. Finally resting against the headboard and sighing...

"Thank you." Farren nodded courteously when Miriam placed her teacup in front of her. The amber liquid seemed of a humble quality and if she could guess by the smell, was of an earl grey variety. She noted that Miriam took the chipped cup for herself but said nothing—hospitality was one of the...

She felt the clicks of those nails dance down the steps of her spine, but still Farren stood tall and matched the witch's piercing gaze, despite the way her hand trembled under their weight. The air began to feel heavy, like the aura around the witch had grown dense and Farren had to fight to...

Formidable. It was an odd feeling having that word applied to her. If anything, she was just a person who took the safety and health of her community seriously, and would gladly stand in the way of whatever sought to change that. Teeth bared and ready. Before she knew it, Farren had offered...

Farren had turned to giggle alongside Aarno at a joke they had shared, but when she turned to answer him with another quip—she was distracted. Her grey eyes catching on the bright glare of sunlight that backlit the hair he tossed about his crown like a halo. A few white strands draped fetchingly...

Farren wouldn't consider herself a prude by any means, but she had a hard time managing the blush that seemed to have made a permanent home from her flushed neck to her pink cheeks since the moment the festival started. Everywhere she looks there was salacious and rampant displays of manflesh...

A rippling warmth brushed down the length of Farren's snout. Where even the crackling fire next to her failed to warm her cold pelt, this energy sank into her skin and felt like the gentle basking of the sun. Like if she were to open her eyes, she would have been dozing in a spring meadow...

Farren couldn't help the soft curl of her mouth at Aarno's musings. "Heh. I quite like how you think. Yes, it is something like that. But how we see it is, we are releasing our desires into the world. If we are deemed ready for them, they make their way back to us. If not, they stay in the...

It was a strange thing, feeling fragile. Like Farren was having a problem holding all her pieces together and one more push was going to scatter her shards onto the floor. So, the comfort of Aarno's tenderness was more than Farren could find the words to express her gratitude in that moment. She...

Farren's eyes anxiously tracked Faramund's retreating back as he set off down the hall. The fact that he seemed to take her worries seriously enough to go find her things, convinced her to stay put. But just barely. Instead, Farren tried to offer a friendly smile to the squire who now sat...

The Delta Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrongwrongwrongwrongwrongwrong. The word chanted endlessly in Farren's mind, consuming her with blinding panic while white hot pain ripped through her gut. Her body felt frozen and out of her control. The sand shifting beneath her shaking legs. What was...

Love colored her voice as she murmured, "I am, yes. Everyone has their part to play in our community. Work is shared and no one is left wanting for what they need. In many ways the Order reminds me so much of them. A family." She watched a kitchen worker with a blue apron walk by them and grab...