Recent content by Kristen Pirian

And at Ispir's request, Kristen smiled warmly. "But of course you can. I shall not deny hospitality to you. Worry not about imposing—the Pirian Estate here has many guest rooms, and I will direct our servants to see to your needs." Looking to Zinnia then, she would add, "Both of you look weary...

Of Zinnia, and her mention of being directionless, Kristen—perhaps for the fifth or sixth time already in this brief concourse—found herself surprised. Before Zinnia left Vel Numera, blessed Aionus, it would be imperative for the two of them to say all that was left unspoken in their time apart...

Kristen at first tensed when Ispir hugged her, and this curious reaction came as quite unforeseen, and brought to light once more just how much she had changed within the last four years of her life. She spoke to Ispir more as a Dreadlord than as Kristen Pirian, the Darling Daughter, the Lady of...

Kristen was mildly taken aback, yet again from another surprise. He woke up on Mount Dincia? Not inside the Temple at its summit, surely, for that at least would have borne mentioning. What a curious case of a man, he whom Zinnia had brought to her. But now came something that did bear...

Ispir's an...amnesiac! "How tragic," Kristen said, pained by the woe which had befallen Ispir. "But, though your memories may return when they please, perhaps, if we are so blessed, we need not wait that long for answers." And, after Ispir had buttoned his shirt once more, Kristen answered his...

Kristen had been anticipating, expecting, some manner of divination, the revelatory power of Ispir's. When Zinnia had mentioned markings, Kristen thought it to be part of Ispir's vision, markings upon some monolithic feature there. Kristen...most certainly did not expect them to be etched into...

"Is that so?" Kristen said. So Ispir had the gift of magic, and what was more, could even share his visions. A remarkable talent, most certainly. One that could help shed light on this matter beyond what mere words were capable of. "I...must say that I am a touch anxious." And she glanced to...

She and Ispir are both, um...aware of my condition, too. Both Ispir standing here and this Lilette out afar seemed the trustworthy sort, if Zinnia took them into her confidence concerned her secret. But Kristen at present deemed her a coincidence, not necessarily related to Ispir's concern...

Kristen's surprise only grew as Ispir and Zinnia spoke and spoke further, and her eyes, the slight widening thereof, gave proof to it. To Ispir she said, "I..." She smiled softly—humbly—and looked down for a second in thought and then back to him. "I would have thought this to be a more...

Zinnia came forward, and Kristen embraced her. Oh, the simple things, those which together amounted to greater blessings, and made life all the better. Nothing quite evoked their long parting like this embrace, and yet in the same instance did pain depart, and gentle warmth renewed. Then came...

"But he should be arriving this very day," Mayor Caspian protested. "Surely you won't be going off on one of your excursions again, my Lady?" Arnold Caspian, Kristen had come to learn, could be a touch rigid—and testy—when things didn't go his way, or according to some design he held dear in...

Kristen's word, Zephyrine's threat, the sheer daunting weight of certainty, these brought low Enkardo's sword and it did not rise again, save only what motion was needed to sheathe it. And as Mortivore brought the captured Cortosi priestess back to Kristen and Zephyrine, and thus firmly into...

Kristen laughed into the side of her hand. "Oh, at the time I was mortified! Years have proven a fair enough balm for the wound of embarrassment, however, and 'twas a small thing, when compared against the full variety of the Academy's rigors. Had it happened at a gathering of nobles...oh...

The tiniest cock of her head, alighting of her eyes, and motion of her brow, all in the manner of one pleasantly surprised. In with a hearty breath, and she said, "But let us put aside those dreary things, those matters of state and duty. Hardly is there time for joy in these trying days of...

There came the clatter of swords, however hastily, however desperately, being drawn from their sheaths. Kristen turned about, such that she faced again Enkardo and the Cortosi delegation. "You would be wise to consider yourselves fortunate we stopped you in your deceitful ploy. And yet, now you...