Recent content by Houri

Houri had desperately wanted to be alone. Or, at least, as alone as she could get with the voices in her mind, but it had always been hard to ignore her little brother. She saw that others struggled too, drawn to the warmth of his personality like moths to a flame. People wanted to be around her...

Houri tossed and turned the night away. Her body was too hot, ached too much, was too sensitive to the scratchy sheets of the inn. All she could think of was the intensity of their kiss, the feel of his calloused hands against the bare skin of her hip or tangled in her braids. The heat of him...

Houri subtly pushed a flammable bag of grain further from Thraah's reach with the tip of her foot. "My mother wants me to visit her in Vel Vara," she answered simply to keep the conversation moving away from the dangerous subjects that might set the kitchen aflame. "I would rather be working,"...

How could something so chaste and tender make her so breathless? "Mm... Y-yeah," she slowly let herself rock back onto her heels, loathe to pull away from the inviting heat he radiated and the security of his arms. "You're probably right," they would need to leave early in the morning if they...

Houri was also interested in hearing the answers to Livia's questions, unfortunately she was the one closest to Thraah baring Gladys and she could feel the heat radiating off her in pulsing waves steadily growing hotter. She could handle the heat, loved the deserts of the Empire and the jungles...

Houri had really hoped that a girl she had never heard of before would not have had quite so many friends, but then Thraah had been organising it. The pyromancer was a surprisingly social creature who seemed to find it easy making friends no matter where she went. Judging by the people gathered...

Houri gave Zinna an approving nod and encouraging smile when she lowered the cookbook then returned to her whisking, waiting also for Thraah's answer.

Houri managed to hold in her laughter until the woman who had nudged them drifted back into the crowds. Then it bubbled out of her in an uncontrollable fit, forcing her to hide her face against his chest in an attempt to muffle it. She would have thought she would feel some sort of shame or...

Houri stared at Zinnia after her little outburst. She had begun to accept over the past year that the world was a different one to that which she had left, but sometimes she still did wonder how those like Zinnia had survived at all. She still remembered how her cousin Trix has killed an...

Houri made a noise in the back of her throat that was half relief, half joy as he kissed her again. She knew her greatest weakness was not being able to navigate emotions. So, although all the signs and quiet voices in her mind had assured her he cared for her there had been a part of her that...

Houri's eyes followed Thraah's to the hat after she had finished carefully putting the eggs onto the prep table. Again, only a strange quietness flooded her mind. No smart comments, no laughter, nothing. What did she think? Her eyes lingered on the hat for longer than was probably socially...

There was a roaring in her ears and for once it had nothing to do with Ahdvi's raging storms, or Shiva's howling winds. It was just her own heart, creating an allegro melody all of its own. Her skin felt as though it were burning and she was certain that at least her cheeks were flushed. Could...

Houri continued to stare for a further few tense seconds. She waited for the usual swell of Ardvi's raging or Shiva's irritated winds but... nothing. Not even Mithrine's gentle chiding to let the girl go unscathed. So Houri did something she very rarely got the chance to do, she made a decision...

Kill them. Kill them both, take what you want for yourself... Rash whispered seductively in her ear. It would be so easy, Shiva agreed, a faint icy wind winding through the courtyard. It doesn't even have to be painful for them... we can make it quick. Houri clenched her teeth and focused...

"What's she doing here?" Houri had slipped in as Livia and Thraah had turned to Zinnia, so she had missed the part where Zinnia had stumbled into their little gathering rather than being invited. Usually a voice would rebuke her for her choice of words, or goad her into calling forth a...