Recent content by Haelyn

The lynx watched the Knight, head not moving to do so, but tail still swishing. Such a strong connection for one so lost and young. I, too, live a solitary life due to circumstances not in my control. Perhaps, the little thing would like a Guardian of the Wyld? Although spoken to Josai, Haelyn...

"It called me scrawny." Haelyn blinked. Where the lynx was not wrong, it made Haelyn shrink a little. That I did. The lynx's shortened tail flicked, and once more before adjusting their stance on their large paws. I thought the young would learn to eat their fill and become strong. Haelyn...

A scowl did not seem to lift from her lips, but her furrowed brows seemed to soften as the tall ones regarded her warmly. Even as the one called Arbok seemingly asked the young squire to join them, the reclusive girl slowly dragged herself away from her seat and awkwardly made her way over...

Haelyn opened her eyes as Josai spoke, the dark browns in her hues a reflection of the warmest tree bark found in these parts. Birdsong was not quite the same as she heard it before; muffled, perhaps, or even distance... slowed... changed... Haelyn tipped her head as if to adjust her ability to...

It was almost overwhelming having to figure the particular answers she was being asked, but Haelyn felt no pressure to be determined right. The squire reached out, taking a hold of what looked like a thick knitting needle made of malachite. It was connected by a thread to a bell made of green...

Haelyn stared at the instruments, wondering just how they would work in the way Syr Josai spoke. "So... these would be tools to help me with..." Haelyn went quiet, hoping Josai would fill in her blanks, but was met with an expectant look. "To help me hone in with the Wyld." Even that had been...

Haelyn considered this, pondered on the different things she could be entrusted with by the surroundings nature. Why would they trust her? She was inexperienced, but she always trusted in the safety the earth gave. Perhaps they recognised her, from her childhoods spent running through trees...

"Stone..." She spoke, skewing her mouth in thought. "Stone is sturdy. Dense. Their words would be of... bravery?" Her imagination ignited, and the squire crossed her ankles before prettily seating herself and crossing her legs. She reached for a small piece of stone and rolled it between...

Haelyn found sure footing on the last few feet before coming to a stop, peering down at the bundle being laid out against the stone. She circled around slowly, deep in thought as she pondered the question posed to her. Her lips skewed, teeth chewing at her lip as she turned her dark eyes...

Haelyn was careful where she tread, feeling as if one wrong step may ruin the habitat of some small creature. She was now very aware of the wilderness around them, the sounds of the Wyld swirling around them from all directions. If she were to destroy something so small, so dainty, would the...

Little Haelyn grumped, crossing her arms and scowling furiously. She had heard Gruki, but felt as if she need not respond when she no longer was able to read up on the notes taken on a research endeavour by some old famed Syr. "What are you all doing in here, by the way? It was quiet hours...

She was fresh to the lives expected of a squire, only a few months into her education and training. Haelyn was like a sponge, or so she tried to be more absorbent, and spend her free time reading whatever books she could get her hands on. This was not the sort one could learn on their own, at...

Rolled 18! Haelyn put her blinders on and focused on the work ahead of her. She was getting the hang of this now. The squire lined the edges of her walls with icing, letting it set a moment before carefully placing one side of the roof and then the other. Careful and with precision, Haelyn...

Colour washed her page, startling Haelyn only two seconds after it spilled and lifting her head up to see the offending character. Aloutte gave kind suggestion, but Haelyn watched as Ulrika went on her way to ruin more things with her unsteady hands with wine. Silently stewing with bite, the...

Rolled 15 Haelyn was particularly proud of how patient she was in getting the walls to stand upright. She had read a cookbook once on festive recipes, and there had been a tip on how to get the icing to stick better and keep the walls in tact. It had proved useful in this case, and even with...