Recent content by Gabriel Elbion

It felt good, talking to Prati. The old man had a way of speaking with his hands that made one feel right at home. Better yet, he didn’t once mention things Gabriel didn’t like talking about. The young man’s anxieties were put at ease immediately with conversations that were so normal, well, it...

Everyone knew that Prati’s restaurant and deli, The Great Impasta, was the only way to enter the underground spell-boxing fight club beneath the cobbles of Elbion. Of course, after Drakomir, it had been destroyed. Things had fallen on other things and the large cavern had been expected to be...

“That would be foolish,” Raziya said immediately. “If they see that you’re paying they’ll rip you off.” Her lips were pulled up into a genuine smile, and if it weren’t for her deep skin, perhaps Alistair would have gotten the rare chance at seeing Raziya blush. The most he would get would be the...

“And what will you do until tomorrow, then?” Raziya asked, centering her gaze on Alistair. “If you’re not going to invite me up to your room?” There was no coy fluttering of her eyes, no flirtatious smile, and not even a seductive hand to be placed on his bicep as she leaned in. She stood there...

“A letter?” Raziya laughed. “You Anirians,” she said, using the whole of hand to gesture to all of Alistair’s height and brawn, “how callous can you be? Go to him yourself, ask him yourself. That boy is more Kaliti than Anirian. We do things face to face, not behind words.” It was advice hidden...

“Hmm,” Raziya hummed, “I don’t think I’d want men who feared death in my ranks.” It was a philosophical debate, and one that Raziya wouldn’t get into. Mostly because when it came to words and ideas, she had never been the most eloquently speaker. She was a woman of few words yet many commands...

“Interesting.” Raziya said, looking at Alistair. “Seeing as you are a Dreadlord, I expected you to devise a plan to make him want to leave with you.” Whether or not Alistair was a Dreadlord really didn’t matter. Raziya inwardly felt like that was also the choice she would have been inclined to...

She sucked air in through her teeth as she considered Alistair’s words. The suggestion was simple, and in Raziya’s opinion, simple was good. Got too fancy and mistakes began to happen. “While you were speaking to your brother, I asked some questions.” The Madrassa was for Emperor Gerra’s...

Raziya watched Bassel get ready to bow to Alistair before realizing that he should take his hand. To the general, they didn’t look anything alike, but then again she had never been good with noticing the finer details of one’s face. She had never cared much about how one looked as long as they...

“Alistair.” Raziya said, her voice calm but firm. “We need to get going. Bassel has missed enough of his lessons and at this rate he won’t have time for dinner.” She looked up to the sky, looking at the sun. Dinner was still an hour or so away, but it seemed Bassel was needed for things...

A sharp bark of a laugh escaped through Raziya’s lips. “We’re going to the front desk,” She said, her voice was serious but her eyes were alight with a poor expression of a jest. “They should call him to the front.” Raziya was not a humorous woman, even when she tried to be. Then again, stating...

“How strange.” Raziya commented. “That you feel so strongly for a boy you’ve yet to meet.” The woman hurried along though. Alistair did have a point: time was important. Wasting it on the chitchat wasn’t going to make things better if it ended up that he’d have to negotiate with the Madrassa...

Alistair was far more of a poet than she was, Raziya decided, very much liking his analogy. Somehow it was tame compared to what she had said, but it’s message was clear. Regardless, perhaps it was the nationalist in her, but she couldn’t help but to stick her nose up to the Academy and Vel...

With Alistair’s polite decline of ointment, Raziya turned her back to Alistair. She did, however, paused to look back at the foreigner with a knowing smirk. Now that was a compliment because it held truth to it. Smart boy, was her only thought to it as he asked about the Madrassa of War. Where...