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Iskra didn't keep him waiting long. She slipped through the door, closing it behind her before turning to lean against it. There, she watched him with a small smile curving her lips. "Oh, I cannot wait to leave this city." Her shoulders dropped, indicating that her day had indeed gone on too...

Relief fell through her in waves, but she did her best not to show it as she turned to lean against the raised side of the boat. Her hair fell free behind her, whipping in the wind and knowing it will take some time later that night to brush out the tangling from her dark locks. "Big city...

Yes, yes he was always good to her. From that day he turned to talk to her on a ship similar to this one, a day before it became a shipwreck. The day he crossed her path and helped free her, reunite her with only a sliver of her magic. Then she had begun to repay his kindness with her own...

Iskra had stopped denying his touch that day she saved him with her blood. It was as if his very hands repeated history, reminding her of the affections she had grown for him. "Oh, but I like the knife." Her smile remained, only falling into a smirk. "It is the illusion of control, after...

Iskra lifted her chin, her gaze unwavering as a rare smile moved across her lips. The smile was wicked, amused. Her eyes danced with equal fervor, and the mage released his hand to fiddle with the collar of his jacket. "Oh, I know what you are, Iren Brightmane." She had been witness to his...

Grateful to not be below deck in their little corner of privacy, being out in the open and seeing the vast sea meeting the horizon made Iskra realise the sheer distance they were putting between themselves and the prison sentence she endured being in Cerak. "More than one." She echoed, nodding...

Iskra had not expected him to provide his perspective. Of course, in the time she came to know him, Iren had shown her a side of him she didn't expect after that day he broke the cuff and stayed with her a while for drinks. He had been playful, flirtatious, and had almost convinced her to follow...

Iskra let out a sigh. It wasn't something he had said, but rather the weight she was trying to lift from her chest. She was unsuccessful, and had to grit her teeth to keep herself from signing again out of frustration. "Probably. The captain said they were making trade... ideally we get to Vel...

The sea had calmed down after days of large swells and wind that threatened to rip apart the ship she was stowed away on. She didn't trust it, the lull in the storm doing no work in calming her. Iskra preferred the treacherous seas. She preferred the disastrous weather, because it meant they...

Iskra turned to look at where Roul pointed, doing her best not to snort as he no doubt had picked the prettiest face from the selection. Her eyes appraised the fae woman, smiled, and wandered over to offer her hand. "You wouldn't mind if I came to join?" "Audiences are extra." Called the woman...

Iskra made sure to walk in before Roul, needing that first assessment of their surroundings that told her a few things. Where they had entered from cannot be used to get back out if they needed an immediate escape. The hall was long, doors boarded up but hidden with painted depictions of...

Iskra did not want to entertain the vampire's wager, but she scoffed at the idea of a a lengthy hunt. Not after what she had heard in the past few days of the true aim Misandra possessed. "Alright, Brightmane. Ten gold on them not lasting more than... six hours. I daresay there are many...

Iskra scrunched her face at the name. "Gods, that the boss' name?" And still wore the expression as he corrected himself. Her eyes followed where he pointed, a redhaired woman painted above the door. "Good boy, Roul. You found the Scarlet Harlot." Sarcasm dripped heavily from her words, but...

She could feel the back of her left hand itch, but she did not go to sate it with a scratch. Instead, she reached for her glass now, and took a generous swig of it. The burn allowed her to put away the thought of her hand, but her golden olive hues flicked back up to the vampire before her...

She stiffened at the thought of Iren being the one to stop her from leaving. Her brows deepened into a furrow, watching him closely as he sipped his whiskey. "I already made an oath to serve another. I can only be released of it upon death." But she would show him the brand she burned on the...