Recent content by Masika

“We should search the entire inn,” Masika said, passing over the palm nuts to Maxi. She went back for more of the honeycomb. “Even the latrine. It could have fallen while she did her business in there.” She liked the texture of the honeycomb as she placed the piece into the far back corner of...

Masika waved the broken piece of honeycomb, trying to get Maxi to take it but as he spoke, she realized he probably didn’t want it if she had already touched it. She looked at it and realized she had smooshed it a great deal. Into her mouth it would go instead and she would suck on her thumb and...

Just as soon as she had settled down, she got back up, however she was much too lazy to stand back up on her feet. On her knees, Masika shuffled to the table, collecting the honeycomb and the palm nuts. She had carried both in a clean-enough bit of cloth from her attire that hadn’t gotten dirty...

His voice made her jump and she turned toward him in sheepish surprise. Masika stood with strict straightness, like a fresh shoot of reed in spring, arms at her sides with her head high and straight. Dark eyes darted over to Maxi’s face and then his torso. They would need to change the bandages...

Abasi had said she was a good person. He had said many things to her, but one of her favorites had been when he said that she was filled with such goodness it showed in her face. It might have been a warning, but Masika considered it to be a compliment to this day. With happy thoughts, as...

The color didn’t drain from her face, but her words seemed to clog up her throat as she struggled to say something. She hadn’t thought her lie to be true, but as she glanced at his hand, twisted and mangled, it only made sense. She looked over Maxi, from his ears to his face, even leaning over...

There was a slight pause from Masika, although the silence lingered for seconds while she looked over Maxi and herself. “We both look like we just murdered someone.” A nervous titter. In a way, Masika had just come back from a murdering spree, but it was for a good cause! Mistress Medja...

She had walked out with a slow, dopey gait. Her face held a sort of befuddlement as if she had just been asked to solve a marble’s average speed if it rolled five-point-two meters in one-point-eight seconds. Just as she couldn’t answer that, she also couldn’t comprehend how in a matter of...

There was a long span of silence. Masika didn’t say anything because what could she say? She supposed healing wasn’t cheap. She also supposed that Maxi didn’t look the type to hold much money on him. “What do you mean you don’t have it?” The healer asked quietly. There was something...

“What word?” The healer interjected before Masika could say anything. She was having a hard time following his words and looked at Maxi with the same blank expression. “Uhm.” She said, taking a step forward as if that could make the healer look over at her. “Excuse me?” “What do you want?” He...

“What?” Masika said, looking at Thrukk with wide eyes. She was supposed to die? Mistress Medja would never! She wasn’t even a emerald hand, still only a granite hand. As Vlash and Thrukk spoke further, she was still contemplating the fact that she should have been dead. Had she been sent here to...

The green kobold was still climbing up and down the various cabinets and shelves, jumping up and down, from side to side, continuing on her mission in collecting everything she wanted. She was still throwing items with little care about and Masika put it on herself to catch anything flying...

Masika had put it on herself to be the one to cook. She had felt guilty about it, going through various buildings and collecting items that could be used to feed others. She tried to keep the thoughts out of her head as she entered rooms that felt lived in, with personal belongings still lying...

The guilt she felt at this moment was reflected in her dark eyes. She didn’t want him thinking about dying already, even though some time had passed and Masika had no clue where she was, surely he wasn’t on death’s doorstep just yet, was he? There was a dampness on her that she realized wasn’t...

She looked at his hands, only understanding the blood and severity of blood being where it shouldn’t be. Twisted fingers didn’t frighten her as she turned her back towards the injured man and squatted down low. It would be easy for him to get onto her back this way, especially once she removed...