Recent content by Farren Lóthlindor

It hurt. Everything hurt. The sun burned, so they had covered it. The hunger had been too great, so they had hidden themselves inside the lighthouse. The fog swirled thickest around the bottom of the lighthouse, clinging to the old stones they had once protected. The spirit stirred within it...

Faramund had been there one moment, blazing a determined path ahead of them, but she had blinked one second and he had disappeared the next. The mist swallowing the hoofbeats of his mount. Sharply inhaling, Farren's hand struck out to grab the bend of Aarno's elbow next to her, having rode...

Momentarily distracted by the warmth of Aarno's hand through her dress, Farren almost missed his question as they arrived at the bar. She recovered with a beaming smile at Matvi, "Do you still have that dandelion mead we brought in last spring? I know that that Val Anirian woman who works at the...

Despite the layers Farren wore for their journey, the chill seeped through her heavy green cloak and layered like frost on her bones. How could Davina stand living in a place like this? Where the sun was never guaranteed and the mist coiled in your lungs, heavy enough to choke. And there was...

Inhaling a steadying breath, Farren schooled her expression into a politely stoic one, despite the disconnection to her spirits leaving her reeling and untethered on the inside. It was deeply uncomfortable to suddenly feel so alone in her own skin. But Isander laughed and abruptly she...

They moved together, effortlessly, as if they had danced this dance a thousand times before. Every step, every turn, every sway brought them closer, the space between them shrinking until it was nothing at all. Farren's hand rested on his shoulder, the muscles beneath his tunic flexing slightly...

From their letters over the years, Farren had learned that the cape town of Urbos, meaning "light at the edge", was a town known for the singular lighthouse that jutted stubbornly from the craggy wave-torn rocks at the very end of one of its crescent-shaped cliffs. From there, it had stoically...

Profound relief washed over Farren, the tension draining from her narrow shoulders. She hadn't realized how much importance she had been placing in Aarno accepting her gift without thinking her odd and out of line for trying to show him such a prolific tradition of her people. It was by no...

For such a stoic man, she found Aarno's penchant for flowery words endearing. Some may have judged him too gruff, but Farren found he had a quiet strength about him, and it had never failed to make her feel safe. He listened, and even if it was awkward for him, he tried to engage with her the...

Her answering laugh at the memory of the princess carry was bright. Syr Theros had indeed treated her with care and chivalry, and her ride was for all intents and purposes, a smooth and delightful one. While Aarno's passage on the broad shoulders of Faramund had been... a sight for a multitude...

Farren found she rather liked how sharp his teeth looked. Especially when they smiled at her with such dangerous whispers. "And if I didn't know any better, I would wager that this isn't your first time following." Grinning, the Duskling continued to take them around the dance floor. Oblivious...

Had Faramund waved to her? Said something? Farren couldn't quite remember between the slow agony of those long seconds where Aarno's hands dressed the mantle of her shoulders and strummed the pert edge of her chin. She felt hot and cold, and overwhelmed in small bursts that dipped into a...

The beat that played out from beneath the bard's fingertips and into his lute, lilted into a warm chorus. Farren's heart raced to match as she spun in the arms of an Astevalian man who had asked her to dance two songs before. The fact that her enthusiasm and the pink in her cheeks may have been...

"Well, I'm glad, since there's a lot... to be kind about." Her casual admission came with a light blush that burned and she peeked from beneath blonde lashes, unable to stop herself from watching his reaction. Glancing back down, Farren took a deep breath and tore apart her bread roll to keep...

It was just as she had suspected. Desperate people being driven to desperate things when it became the only way to escape their hell. It wasn't fair and no one came out the other side a winner. Farren's chest panged in sympathy at the tired grief that began racking Miriam's shoulders in quiet...