Recent content by Ispir Sione

Ispir would nod and, closing one eye and sticking out his tongue, would look upwards in a display of thought with his one open eye. This lasted for a handful of seconds, before he nodded, and adjusted his grip on the lute. "Okay! I think I have something in mind!" The hand that had once...

Hands that were both soft and firm. Golden eyes that seemed to radiate against his own like the shine of the sun mingling with that of the brightest stars. A vibrant, twinkling field of aquamarine swirling around deep blackness that expanded to make that blue-green shimmer little more than a...

Upon being lifted back to his feet Ispir would shake his head and blink his eyes, his vision clearing after a moment. Once his twin tails had stopped swaying from the motions anyways. Rubbing his eyes to finish clearing his head Ispir would glance up at Ruka Kargatal as she mentioned going home...

Ispir would cough a bit as Taz's pipe smoke assaulted their lungs and waved the air with their cap, keeping a bright smile though he did lean down to his things to retrieve a small, glowing gem. A gem he affixed to the ribbon that bound his travel cloak and the minor enchantment on the gem...

Ispir would adjust his travelling cloak and cap, looking from Nerren Harclaw with her critical eye and curious look, to the man on her left in some sort of sailor's outfit, a scar over his eye and blade at his hip, and the dwarf to her right in mail. Twin axes at his hips and a pipe in his lips...

Ispir would stare up at Sasha'niel for a moment. He hadn't expected such an ambivalent answer from so severe a woman but he would nod, squeeze her hand reassuringly, and begin to lead her gently through the crowd. They earned more than a few looks, ranging from confused to amused, and as they...

Ispir didn't seem to notice any dubious intent behind Cassiane's smile and simply smiled back happily. Fishing the lute from his belongings he would move to sit on a log closer to Cadfael and nestle comfortably into place. "Gladly!" The small bard would chirp with genuine enthusiasm. A second...

Balance and Nature. Bound together in a sea of floating lanterns amidst the barely-tamed forest for the festivities to take place. An autumnal glow softly lilting over the fading leaves and chilled air as if it were a part of nature itself. The lanterns and their light, however, was not the only...

Ispir would wince a bit as Killien was obviously upset with them. Never mind that tales and legends could often omit the truth so or more grizzly details of the figures or events they portray. A 'legendary' battle for some could be a bloodbath for others. A hero for some a tyrant for others...

Ispir simply nodded as Zinnia talked about direboars and, noticing her blush again, felt a sharp twang of regret and embarrassment in the pit of his stomach. Great, just great, he had embarrassed he-..... Sweet?? Did she just call him sweet? Ispir would blink, rapidly, his mouth suddenly...

Ispir would give a knowing nod, very familiar with the "Yaegir folk" Kilien Basmarc mentioned and Ispir would take another sip only to jump a bit as Kilien simply dropped his mug. That was... unexpected. But as Kilien questioned him on how Ispir knew his name the Bard would give a smile and...

Of all the places to be covering one's face with both hands, legs shaking and eyes squeezed shut Ispir truly wished to be almost anywhere else right about now! A translator, they had told him, a translator for negotiations and someone with with that could speak the local language. In truth...

Ruka was very big. Ruka was very strong. Ispir, by contrast, is very small and very light. As Ruka pulled her hands toward herself she brought Ispir with them quite easily. Up over the table but, surprised by suddenly being turned into a human projectile, Ispir's grip would release and he...

Ispir would give a short, shivering nod at Voe's leave to go back down to the warmth. One final smile would be given to Otho, along with a small pang of regret for having to leave Voe to their diligence, but Ispir could respect the devotion to being the light against the dark so others could...

As Ispir came in from the rain he would fluff out his traveling cloak, almost completely soaked, and would remove his cap long enough to shake it out and use some simple prestidigitations to dry his clothes before truly stepping foot inside. A considerate nature that earned him a thankful nod...