Recent content by Lunabelle

The silence stretched on as Lunabelle carefully considered the information, nodding her head in thought. The sprites were adamant in their position and all three agreed without contradicting one another, which in her brief experience with them, she reasoned it wasn't a common occurrence...

She wrinkled her nose and a confused smile spread across her face. "Oh, it does make more sense, that they were actually here first." Her gaze lingered on Vaxyr and then she glanced to the sprite at hovered on the floor near her feet. She bent down and extended her hand, inviting it to come...

Lunabelle arched an eyebrow at Sindra's insistence. She wasn't sure what she'd been expecting to hear, but the spoiling of a grove certainly wasn't it. Especially not from a fae lord. Perhaps there was some kind of mistake or accident? With her head canted to the side, she glanced to Vaxyr...

Lunabelle leaned back in her chair and brought her cup with her, gently cradling it in her hands. She tilted her head back to stare up at the ceiling while she gathered her thoughts. Her fingers absently tapped against the side of the cup. His irritation amused her, but she did not want to...

"The ultimate arbiter of intellectual conversation." Her grin spread to a full smile and she shifted her chin to just one hand as she refilled both of their cups with the other. "That is quite the title." Genuine amusement sang in her words. "A lot to live up to, really." Setting the teapot...

Vaxyr's smile was infectious and unexpectedly charming, she couldn't help but grin in return. Intrigued, she leaned forward to rest her elbows on the table, propping her chin on her hands. "A wager? Alright, but what are the conditions? Our interpretation of meaningful, intellectual conversation...

Lunabelle rolled her eyes at his deflection and turned her attention to the wisps hovering in the corner, her expression softening. They were the ones she truly needed to thank for her survival last night, since they'd been the ones to guide her here in the first place. And they hadn't even...

"That was very kind of you." She said with a small, appreciative smile. It seemed now that she knew what was on the line for her thanks, she was more cautious with her words. Lunabelle let the silence stretch between them as she finished the last of her tea. Vaxyr must have been alone here for...

Lunabelle eyed him, unflinching; but she did not press him further. Her words seemed to have gotten through to some degree and that was enough for her. She took a deep breath to steady herself and picked up her tea for another sip, watching him over the brim of the cup as she struggled with the...

Confusion flickered across Lunabelle's face as the fae's anger flared. She leaned back in the chair and carefully set the cup of tea down on the table. The corner's of her eyes narrowed at him as a frown settled over her features. "At what point did I say I thought you couldn't? Why do you...

She nodded with understanding when he made it clear he did not want to talk about his exile and didn't press him for further details. While curious, this was not the time to press him. "No, actually. This was the first time I've seen one in person. I've heard stories, sure. We all have...

"I'm glad you like the tea." She offered with a small smile. Her eyes lingered on his features, curiously glimmering with consideration. While he said very little, he had told her more than she expected. Then again, she'd not known what to expect from him in the first place. Encounters with an...

She blinked at him at the mention of siring anything with her. To stop herself from saying something that would get herself in trouble, she picked up her own cup of tea, sipped from the warm contents and pondered the options presented to her. None of her secrets would be of any interest or...

The smaller enclosed space of the room only made Vaxyr seem all the larger. Theoretically, he'd been the same size the night; but being outside and dark had obscured the true size of the fae lord to Lunabelle's mortal eyes. It took her a moment to recompose herself and she cleared her throat...

After the wisp vanished, she sighed and straightened her shoulders. Were they scared of him? Probably. She got the impression Vaxyr did not liked visitors or to be disturbed, and she was guilty of both. Balancing the tray on one hand, she knocked gently against the door to announce herself...