Recent content by Maseno Luana

"You are not interrupting at all," Maz warmly assured her, "please stay. I feel I haven't spoken with you in so long..." Plus it would be nice to hear more about how Thraah and his sister were getting on as friends. Since he first learned they had been spending time together it had naturally...

Did Thraah... not smoke? He could have sworn Zaire mentioned she did, back before he'd given it up. Pushing off from where he'd been leaning, Maz gave her a look mixed by concerned amusement, "Are you... ok? It's not as smooth as some blends-" "Heuuugh! GAGH! FUCK! Kewww Stormy!" A blink...

Swerving through the air along the dock, Maseno flicked a hand toward a large cargo crate and ripped the cap off its top. It flew along after him like a kite, swooping down under Thraah's flailing form to catch her just moments before she would have plunged boots-first into the waters below...

Maz returned her look with quiet understanding, his hands lifting in a gesture of giving, "My ears are at your disposal." The power of listening could never be undervalued, but their time here for today was limited. It behooved him not to waste the opportunity to try and assist as much as he...

A deep chuckle sounded from the Initiate as she took hold of that title and claimed it with cool vigor. Maseno arched a dark brow at her as she asked after his habit, "I suppose that is only fair," she had lit it for him, after all. He could have made use of his magic to conjure a flame, but...

A more earnest, hearty chuckle followed that twirling swish. How good it was to see Thraah in such a different element, and he watched her a bit more closely as she moved to catch the subtle differences in her poise from what he had witnessed on their mission. The girl had many colors and facets...

"That is good to hear," Maz replied warmly, glad to know that Thraah no longer had that worry holding a cloud over her head. The relief of that weight must have been intensely exhausting - something he had a great deal of personal experience with. With a deep sigh, the Initiate dug into his...

"No," Maseno declined the offer quietly, his eyes slowly scanning the port and its many ships and docks, "we will not risk innocent lives without due cause." Too many innocent lives had already been taken by their target, and to wage destructive warfare just to get at him would make them no...

He listened quietly, the only movements of the young man that hinted at his life that of blinking, breathing, and the shift of his robes in the slow wind. Livia clearly had a lot to unravel, as he suspected most Initiates did, and he felt both pleased that she could begin to do so in his company...

Well that was rather ... awful news to share at a birthday party. Thraah's apparent exhaustion now began to make a bit more sense. Seemed she was having a rather rough go of it for the last few months. His gaze shifted around the cemetery, at all the lost souls buried here, but he knew that...

No, there was certainly no need to go over their mission together again. At least, not unless she wanted or needed to. Maseno preferred to leave the past where it was and move on, when possible, but for certain some missions proved more difficult than others to do so with. With a glance about...

A steady hand moved to Thraah's shoulder as she leaned against him, giving her a reassuring squeeze for her trouble. Rattled after everything? Maz quirked a curious brow, unsure what she meant by this. "Everything...?" he asked gently, noting now that she did, indeed, look quite tired and was...

He'd been about to comment how unfortunate it was that Zephyrine had never had a party, that she was a skilled mage clearly by the effort and detail put into Thraah's dress, that he would love to come see the window in her room and that his sister deserved to eat as much cake as her heart...

He hurried his horse down the road, his anxiousness setting the usually calm gelding into a bit of a nostril-flaring, sweat-frothing frenzy. As they entered the town their frenetic entrance drew eyes of the locals who quickly dashed out of their path, ushered along to safety at either side of...

"Mmm," Maseno rumbled in reply, contentment easing back onto his face as she stood next to him at the precipice of the hillside overlooking the wandering valleys beyond. "Many of us only survived due to our lack of control over our magic," he could distinctly remember numerous instances where...