Recent content by Lilette Blackbriar

Lilette squeezed her hands, wringing to the surface what little blood remained beneath till the faintest hue of rose glimpsed light again. She kept silent through the argument, staring as though it were completely alien. Expensive company? she craned her neck. The table shook, eliciting a...

"I did, yes." she smiled, but her drifting eyes belied much. "But not for some time. I left mine home some two years ago, to eh. join a convent." The girl wrung her delicate hands and stared at the fire. It caught her eyes in a way that shone brilliantly, white hot like the sun's reflection...

Lilette froze at the sudden uproar, mercurial gaze wide and locked with the door. Her otherwise delicate fingers had already made found her sword's hilt, neither gripping nor absent, but nevertheless ready. It was Fane's silence that saved them both incident, her pale fingers slipping from...

"Ah? well, 'tis good news I should think." replied Lilette in awkward relief. Truth be told she was a little disappointed, if only because she had nothing else with which to repay the man's hospitality. She closed up the travel bag, the rims of corked bottles barely visible through the...

"Bureaucracy?" she scoffed, "I know thine struggle all too well." "Ah, but thou'rt a mage of some skill, no? thou wilt pass." Lilette took her graciously offered hand, the contrast in their lifestyles evident by touch. The half-elf's were course and rough, but not unpleasant. So different from...

She took the cloth gently in both hands, though silver eyes lingered a moment on the man's trembling fingers. So sudden, or perhaps she'd missed it before? Her lips pursed, but it was his voice that filled the room first. His introductions were met with a soft smile. "Well met, mister...

"Black sails~?" she echoed in amazement "Canst sails be red, or mayhaps green too?" Now that was a striking image! Surely difficult to see by night though, but perhaps her nocturnal vision meant her well suited. She then froze at the sight of Xeraphine's hitherto unseen knife, thankful it was...

"Verily indeed," sighed Lilette wistfully, "He is sorely missed by comrade and kin alike." She hadn't even noticed the dirk hidden among Xeraphine's clothes, preoccupied with such flattery. It was everything she wanted to hear; a perfect trap. "Thou thinkest so? truly...?" She looked up at...

"Ah, what doth Anirians know?" she offered wryly. "They callest mine kin 'tree huggers' and 'primitives', but still our woods stand free and proud. If might maketh right, surely the tongues of men who cannot conquer a few trees speak in lies." The former elf wrested control of her bloody smirk...

"Ah, but therein lies the trouble thou see'th," breathed Lilette. "Wert I abandoned or the one to abandon? I wokest to chaos, and ran." Were they even alive long enough to abandon her? or maybe she'd... Lilette didn't dare finish the thought. She turned her gaze skyward, moonlight glinting off...

Lilette never made it to her seat. A cold voice in her ear had turned dead veins even colder. She blinked once, twice. "Young Dreadlord...?" Zinnia was met with a craned neck and soft voice, but if her query had a heart, it would have raced. Behavior was a foreboding conversation opener...

Lilette did not answer right away. Dead lungs pushed stale air through her nose, resembling a pensive sigh, and silent steps carried her along the light's edge. There seemed to be a barn at the edge of town, and that was now her destination. "I wish I knew what becamest of them." she said...

Xerephine's shadow fell upon her like a soft cloak, or perhaps a funeral shroud. "Protection, thou sayest?" she said in hushed, almost awe struck tones. Her expression turned a touch more serious when she eyed the Lady Yldore over her shoulder, then the other, as the woman circled her in a...

"Vel Anir? no wiser choice than to leave." she chuckled bitterly. "Not a kind place to we who fit not their narrow definition of human." The boy stopped and Lilette peeked from behind him at the rowdy settlement, every sound sending her ears into a twitching fit like some manner of nocturnal...

"Woaah—" The young nun nearly tumbled over, awkwardly hopping on one foot to preserve balance whilst her books clattered to the floor. "—A thousand apologies!" she said, dropping to knees before the literary pileup. Pointed ears twitched to familiar rhythm, drawing mercurial eyes upward...