Recent content by Finn

She'd make gentle adjustments, carefully not touching him. It was clear she wasn't comfortable with a lot of physical touch. "You're getting it," she observed. Stepping back, she leaned against one of the railings, skinny arms crossing. Brow crinkled in thought. "You a monster hunter or...

A glance over her shoulder, windswept hair only being kept in check by the bandana she wore. And she had to wonder again what he was staring at. Was her bandana on straight? She swallowed. "Come take a look," she motioned. The sky was already getting darker and darker. The deck lit by the...

She stood at the wheel. Skinny-arms with some muscle formed beneath flexed along ink that curled across her sun-kissed skin. Sun-kissed still managing to be pale. A paradox like much of who she was. Some things just didn't make sense. A shy glance down at him. "It'll be dark soon. Probably...

The only thing she felt was a small sense of revulsion. Not from her. From the gauntlet. As if it knew what her presence would mean. To make any magic users or magic in general void. Finally, her blue eyes moved away from its shiny surface. “I’m not offended,” she muttered. Took another sip of...

It was clear that Finn was...very uncomfortable with all of this. She didn't do small talk very well. She barely did any kind of talk well. The young woman was awkward and self-conscious. She would prefer to be tinkering with her gadgets all day. Alone. Sadly, those things didn't pay the...

A careful pour of the tea into one cup. The tiger spice carefully set in the tin. Finn slid it on the table in front of him, trying not to let her eyes catch on the way his damp shirt hug across his torso. She focused, instead, on pouring her own tea, then gingerly sitting down across from...

Finn surveyed her impressive tea rack. "Sure. I've got a chair and tiger-spice. Should do the trick." She'd glance over at her passenger in confirmation before plucking it from the stack. For herself, she picked a citrus-sun flavor. Walking over to the small sink area, she began filling...

She smiled a shy, timid smile. Craftsman hands full of blisters locked in their heading on the wheel. They were high enough now, she wouldn't have to worry about them hitting any trees and the first mountain range was still several leagues away. They'd be high enough then. "If you keep it up...

A smile lit up her face. "Most folk aren't," she admitted. used to the ladder. Heights. Her ship. "Thank you," she took to the wheel as the balloon filled up and ever so slowly, the ship began to lift off the ground. And once it lifted, things went faster as they rose quickly. The wheel...

If Finn knew she had some demon stowaway onboard, she definitely would've charged a little extra. But that was neither here nor there. "Yup," she called down to him, wiping the back of her arm across her moistened brow. Thin strands of dirty-blonde hair shifting in the breeze that was in their...

She looked at him closely. Judging his weight with that armor of his. She'd need extra wood for the fire to keep the heat up more than she usually had it. Good thing she was already well supplied. "Deal," she finally said and quickly pocketed the coins he offered. "Should be able to reach...

Finn fidgeted as he paced, appraising her ship. Her ship. And she was never one who liked staying on the ground much. It made her...nervous. Aaaaand he had to ask about going to the one place - the last place - she wanted to return to. "Elbion?" Voice squeaked. Throat cleared. Thin...

Heat that went beyond the summer sun overhead warmed her face. Her paler skin giving her away every time. Blue eyes traveled up his form. He was a formidable looking someone. Then again, most folk next to her smaller, skinny, and short frame were. "It's just Finn," she finally found her...

The very slight young women full of awkward angles and limbs twisted her thin lips into a frown as she looked at the printed advertisement. They added the word 'Fantastic.' That was too much pressure. What if her services were only mediocre at best? Adjusting her glasses, she put the paper...

"See? I didn't get kidnapped," she replied rather smugly as she swept the remaining snow off the ship's deck. Finn's head tipped to the side, a wide smile drawing on her thin lips. She nearly dropped the sweeper as a familiar whistle echoed through the silent snow and trees, bouncing off the...