Recent content by Livia Quinnick

A couple of glances her way and Livia felt obliged to enter the conversation. Too finely dressed to frequent this side of Vel Luin, Livia looked more high class than Dreadlord, as Zinnia had mentioned her to be. She came to stand beside her friend, smiled to each stranger in a way that it was...

It was not only amusing to watch Zinnia pull focus to herself, with a voice used that commanded an authority. It was not only amusement, for Livia knew a side to the young woman that had been comfortable amongst friends, and nowhere had she seen this authoritative side. And so she watched on...

She did not need the keen sense of her magic to hone in on the change in Zinnia. She showed it most obvious, in her distracted speech and the direction of her gaze. Livia, without trying to draw attention, turned in her seat. Her own gaze followed Zinnia's, but her brows furrowed in confusion...

Talk about her father was not something she wished to divulge into at present, for she could not summon grief for him when she had grown to hate the memory he left her with, and not when the company was appreciated, and so she cleared her throat, but Alistair was the one to move the conversation...

Her teeth dragged along her painted bottom lip before chewing at one side, her eyes downcast as she contemplated what Zinnia suggested. It was true, the men had not stowed away their gear as many others had in this establishment. Of course, if Livia had her magic, it would guide her to those...

She pursed her lips, remembering that indeed Zinnia was not afraid of meeting a challenge head on. "Yes, that you do.." Her attention remained on Zinnia, her mind too preoccupied to take the proper look around her surroundings. Livia quirked a brow before following the gaze of her former...

"Yes." Livia answered, almost too bluntly, but her face softened. Despite all the chaos that happened when they last spoke, Livia had always held Zinnia in high regard. "Yes, I have. The Vigilite had me stationed in a town just outside the city, and I was to meet with some colleagues running an...

In order to give herself time to find a way to answer, Livia took a slow sip of her coffee. "My brothers are well. I have two that are older than I. Okko is Lord Quinnick now and has married, and Bannon has taken to rising within the ranks of the Anirian Guard, as my mother's family have all...

She was a master in ignoring others, as if they were just part of the furniture. Livia entered on hurried steps and took a seat before her old classmate. They had been friends once, the last they really spoke had been at the party Thraah threw in Zpehyrine's honour, and the weekly baking nights...

This was not a side of the coastal side city she had ever thought herself to travel to, but Livia Quinnick had one last thread to follow. It was all that remained before her magic waned to nothing, a poison that set itself deep within her very being. Livia had been careful, but also trusted...

Her dark brow arched before her lips curled to an amused smirk. "I am not one to reminisce, truly." The words had already left her mouth before she realised Henk was making a light jest. He knew her, knew that part about her. She stared at him a moment before continuing to speak. "I was at the...

Grateful to have her hands back to herself, and her wine not spilled, Livia kept quiet as Alistair took over the conversation again. This allowed her eyes to wander about the party now, her gaze locking on key faces her magic found before spying Vittoria Larrainth. When their gazes met, Livia...

Liv moved her lips to turn into a small smile. It was different to speak with Krixus in this manner, no business or duty fueling their conversations. This was... casual. Friendly. The first time she gleaned information about him without hearing it from others. Perhaps this was how it was done...

Touch was an intentional thing for Livia. It meant she held trust and empathy for an individual should she be the one to reach out... and thus did not take well to any that forced holding her hands or the like. She froze up, tensed, and paid careful attention to the wine she still held as...

Livia tried to keep the smile in her face, but in the cracks and gaps in her strength bloomed uncertainty. "I hate to admit I have begun to be fascinated by such things. A different fondness for it when it is before you and explained by those who know the subject well." She had grown up with it...