Recent content by Lottie Beaufort

Lottie braced herself for a roaring outburst of rage and grief but... it never came. Instead Braig gave a great sigh and his shoulders slumped, as though he had been waiting for the blow the moment he had seen them. "I had hoped..." but whatever he had hoped went unsaid. He stared out of the...

"Sign it? Oh yes, I forgot you elves do that - HAHA!" he boomed and clapped the elf on the back again. "Oh alright, come on this way. The little lady too, I guess?" Lottie was still staring with her mouth slightly agape. Of course, Braig didn't seem to notice, or perhaps rather he didn't care...

"Why does that not fill me with the greatest reassurance?" Lottie muttered low enough the guard would not hear them but Varys would. "What exactly did you say your arrangement was again with the Ra--" "Varys!" They had entered the Guilds receiving hall. Much like the one back in Fal'addas it...

"Well this is very civilised," Lottie remarked, nodding to one of the signs. In Oban a foreigner would have to rely on the kindness of strangers to find their way around the city. Though, her home was far more organised than the chaotic rambling roads and side streets that Alliria seemed to be...

"Hopefully they don't know who we are," Lottie grimaced. The thought of being trailed by someone with obvious money and influence was an uncomfortable one. She had enough high profile stalkers to be thinking of without adding another without a name. "People wander into the Rangers headquarters...

Lottie desperately wanted to believe Varys but a year alone had turned hope against her. Every argument he could have presented she had no doubt already had with herself - and lost. Even now she could hear the whispers in her mind: What, and they couldn't send a letter? Or a messenger? Leave one...

Lottie wanted to talk more of dragons and magic, not about the pain Wren and Blanche had dealt her when they had left her. She drew her feet up onto the bench on which they sat and hugged her knees tightly to her chest, resting her chin atop them and letting her eyes drift over the scenery...

"Malakath?" Lottie had never heard of such a place. When the new continent had been discovered she had been more occupied with robbing to survive and had paid little attention to the gossip of a land of monsters. She shook her head and made a note to ask more questions about it another day on...

Lottie couldn't bring herself to feel ashamed or annoyed at herself for not listening to Varys' warning as she swayed against him. She doubted that even if she had fallen on her face it would have done nothing to dispell the wonderment she felt not only at travelling with magic, but at the city...

"What?" Lottie could see the attendant mouthing something but either he spoke too quietly or in a language she didn't understand. Frowning, she went to lean forward to try and better hear, but before she could Varys stepped in. Lottie frowned as the acolyte shot her companion a dark look. Of...

Lottie couldn't help but snort a laugh at the thought. "I would make a terrible book seller. I wouldn't want anyone to take them, would probably make up excuses about them not being for sale," she could just imagine the small illusions she could make, of books flying at people's heads to scare...

In contrast, Lottie enjoyed every second of the slow crawl through town. She joked with the traders they went past and even dropped a coin into one sooty looking boys hand who was selling limp looking flowers on the side of the road. She had turned it into a small crown of sorts, adorned with a...

Lottie had settled back down to her book though her mind kept drifting to what type of play she would take Varys to first when he called that the stone was up ahead. It was so easy to lose track of time on their journeys which was still a surprise to her. In the past she had always annoyed her...

Lottie sighed guiltily and looked back down at the book on her lap. Before she could turn her mind fully back to her lessons however, Varys tempted her away with yet another story of his life. She collected the little tales like tiny pearls, stringing them together to try and create the story...

"What?!" Lottie exclaimed and twisted in her seat to stare at him with wide eyes. She couldn't imagine never having seen a play, or an opera, or a ballet. She had gone every week when she was young - twice when her father began to show her to society though she hadn't known it at the time. She'd...