Recent content by Maseno Luana

To: Livia Quinnick A most unexpected and welcome surprise not just to find flowers awaiting me when I returned home, but a letter from Miss Quinnick as well. It has been quite some time, has it not? I am fairing well, all things considered in the field of battle I now find myself in. I am...

"Yes, I suppose I am." Graduation was coming soon enough for the majority of his class peers, but Maseno's rise to ranking would occur a bit differently. He'd not be joining them for the newly arranged graduation courses. Either way, once he was a fully fledged Dreadlord his next major step...

Being tall did have its advantages. Striding slowly through the throngs of people, Maseno stood above a good many and was afforded a view that thankfully allowed him to spy the waving hand of his sister off to the far left. Her call had garnered the looks from several nearby - bringing a thin...

He could not help but chuckle but he also would not openly agree to such a comparison. "I should not want to be on your bad side ever, Thraah, so I will endeavor not to pick up any girls without first asking permission," his chuckling continued unabashed as the Initiate shook his head, "unless...

"Proctor Urahil," Maseno replied, expression brightening, "yes, of course I do." He'd only taken a few of her classes, but rather looked forward to them when he was offered the opportunity to attend. She was one of the few amiable Proctors at the Academy and he'd often wondered if that made her...

Thraah's exuberance earned her a hearty laugh from Maz, one that carried like thunder in the distance. "Picking them up?" he wondered, having never seen Leander do such a thing. Then again, he spent rather little time around the blond Initiate - their paths rarely crossed. "That is a ...

"Yes," Maseno smiled kindly to her, "you are correct." It was difficult, standing as the oldest male heir to House Luana, without being recognized when at Court. Their family history and the loss of so many before him, father and brothers included, often placed a wary gaze upon him. There were...

With every sentence spoken Maseno felt his browline elevate. He was seeing a side of Thraah this evening he did not know existed though, he supposed, considering her nature he should not have been so surprised. The more time he spent with her, the more he was finding just how close to her...

A withered sort of smile shifted his lips. "It is something I have taken up to help me keep a level mind, yes." Thraah fairly perfectly hit the nail on the head. While most of the Initiates within the Academy had long since grown dulled to the very idea of grief or guilt, Maseno had instead...

That earned her another hearty chuckle. "It may be stale by the time I get to it -" and his smile widened at her words, a short flash of confusion showing between blinks, "are you? It's not supposed to be very strong..." His eyes skated about in an uncertain look around, "Perhaps I have built...

Chuckling, he took one last pull on the roll before offering the last of it to Thraah. "That is a fair ask..." a nod, "difficult to deliver to someone who is so rarely around." "My room is on the second level of the southern hall, fourth door on the right. But I am quite often in the...

"That is all good to hear," Maz could feel a new warmth growing in his chest at the idea that not just his sister, but other Initiates like Thraah and Liv were making bonds and forming friendships. Especially given the central theme to it - food was as much security as it was luxury. Made him...

He accepted it back quietly and took a small pull then shook his head. "No, not lately." Not that he was really at liberty to discuss any of it with her regardless of what the truth was. She was only allowed enough information for their shared mission, but beyond that he was sworn to secrecy...

It was one of those rare nights where he had no where pressing to be in the morning. No missions calling him to lands afar, no training with his mentor to fill his time. Leisure time was rather sparse as of late, so the need to not mind his time felt a little foreign. Sitting there in the place...

Catherine Urahil "Good," he replied gently as she affirmed that no harm was done. Maseno withdrew his hands from her upper arms and quietly clasped them at his back. Though he'd not been assigned to very many missions or stations regarding nobles, he had found that many of them were rather...