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Petra's warm laughter caught Helena off guard. Had her reel a moment, as she gathered in the rich sound of it all. Bright and fiery as it was. It soothed her, and all the more caused her smile to widen at Petra's own playful grin. "Well, he'll fit right in then," Helena added proudly. "Don't...

There was the hint of pride then, on the Master's lips, to see his pupil find herself again. Though he knew it would not be the last time the gentle Gruki found herself at such a crossroads, he was glad to see her steel herself with the aide of her friends. Still, he took a drink, thanked...

Syr Hawken's eyes did not waver. "What does the sun do, whence the night grows darkest, Gruki?" He kept his sword in his hands, his eased about the hilt, but his stance gave no windows, save the fool's. "What of the stars and the moon, when the day grows its brightest?" Simple as the truth...

Old as the Master was, he was no stranger to the test of combat. No stranger to fighting opponents far stronger than he. Making them pay for every inch that they took. Till the cost was too great. Strong as the squire was. Quick as she was. She was far from the greatest foe he had faced. Far...

Ruthi looked down at Piplin, and her mousy brown hair. "You don't think she'd, hurt one of us, do you, Pip?" Piplin blew a raspberry from her lips. "Gruki?" her hand reached out, fingers splayed as if she were holding up her friend in presentation. "Our big ball of red haired sunshine?"...

Hawken's eyes remained fixed on the Squire. On her stance. How her breath came more natural as she remembered. How her strength grew with the memory. His own steps took him around the outside. Shift the angle, just so as his sword came high and and angled with the ground. Heron's Gate. A...

The Master's gaze remained stoic. His breath easy. His body still as a gravestone as the wooden sword hung back behind him in the long-tail stance. A shift in his lead foot, gravel scraped beneath the tread of his boot. When the opening presented itself, the swords came to cross. A quick...

A clack. Clatter, and thwack. "You've died, Gruki" A step back, and Master Hawken let the squire stand. "Quicker than usual, but, let us try again," he raised the practice sword once more. Other squires stood around watching wide eyed and short of breath. It was not every day a Master...

A smile crested across Helena's lips as she listened in on the conversations behind her. "Good, that," Syr Lefelen let on as his proud elk went on beneath him. Helena cocked her head. "That they remember the blight?" she almost laughed. Lefelen but smirked. "To hear them chatter," Helena...

Helena gave a nod. Familiar with that feeling. Of a trust dug so deep, its roots would not give way, "Even through the harshest storm," she said as she gazed back at Petra. Her golden visage, painted all the softer by the grey blue of the rain, the warm glow of candles danced along with the...

Krohop's eyes widened when the young girl shoved a stick of charcoal in his face. "Huh?" he flinched back with a fast twitch of his neck. Then some snot nosed know it all started talking all... funny like. "What in the stones are you saying to me kid?" he said with a harsh hiss that bared his...

Four Days South and East of the Eldyr Tree, amidst Almwych Pass. Enroute to Eastpoint Roost, home of the Kritan Harpies. Mission: Talon and Hoof Priority: Moderate Rank: Squire with Sworn Operatives: Captain of Dawn Helena, ... (TBD: hoping for 4 other players.) On the trail to Eastpoint...

Helena sat in the moment, just a bit longer. "Isn't that a lovely thought," she said dreamy and warm as she looked back to the dragon rider. Met her eyes for a breath, and felt a happy ache spread soft across the top of her cheeks. "Then," she intoned, her eyes found something they liked, and...

"Do I?" she answered with her own smirk. "You were stirring up trouble as soon as you set foot upon the grounds," she looked down at the small cup of brewed tea there on the table. Slipped her fingers through the handle's loop, and felt the warmth of bleed through the porcelain. Huffed, amused...

Ah! Ok, I do remember you! We had a thread together way back when! (Dingo btw) Welcome back!