Recent content by Natasha

When Meliant finally sat, Natasha rewarded him with a close-lipped smile- one of her quiet approval, though they both knew she was far too pleased with herself. Her voice filtered into his mind once more, like silk slipping through, curling in the shadows of his thoughts. Good boy. Delicate...

"Brandy...ale...I'm sure you'll wish you could afford to never go back to either after you finish your Chernova Reserve." She mused as they approached and sat down. Meliant remained standing. Of course he did. His armor rustled with that wary tension he always held, eyes scanning the gambling...

Natasha snorted at Meliant's thoughts. The man's humor was certainly worth keeping him around. She returned with a quip of her own. Speaking of hogs...look at that trough over there. Her eyes crinkled at the corners in amusement as they trailed over to a bizarre crowd that had formed across the...

The weight of Meliant's presence settled beside her, an ever-looming shadow of armor and tension. Even without glancing in his direction, she could feel it. The way his posture screamed of his vigilance, the way his fingers flexed ever so slightly at his sides, ready for whatever imagined...

Allirian streets reeked of festival cheer, a cacophony of voices and footfalls rising in waves over the heart of the city. Overpowering perfumed oils burned at the alters of Blessed Pagiano, mingling with the sickening scent of spiced meats and that ever-present and ever-infuriating stench of...

Natasha grinned, tossing a lock of hair over her shoulder as they passed by the guards. "Right?" She giggled, "Sometimes I think they made us into the perfect weapons. Pretty and lethal." Perhaps that was why the Academy allowed them rare days off to venture out and still have some semblance of...

Natasha kept quiet for most of the interaction between the guards and Livia, though her stare lingered on the male as he struggled to choose the correct gesture to show his respect. Like he'd never had to perform such an action before. He seemed...familiar...to her. In a way she couldn't...

Livia's penchant for the details earned her a long sigh from Natasha. "Same thing." Her eyes rolled once again. "But I suppose that I will keep it in mind. Earning your mother's approval is my sole motivator in life, you know." She took the moment to imagine the dress she described in detail...

"I would never hurt a hair on your pretty little head, Liv." Natasha plucked one of the half blonde hairs from Livia's head and followed it up with a quiet "Whoops!" as she let it fall to the carriage floor. "Why would you not wish to celebrate your birthday? You love gifts- clothes, rings...

"He was great help...?" She peeked through the window as they passed the gates, quickly shutting the curtain as they came and went past the guards post. Sure, Livia's carriage was cleared to pass. Natasha, however, had no such luxury. "Huh...I guess people can be a bit surprising here. And all...

She knew he'd overcooked their food minutes ago, but hadn't the heart to tell him how to cook. Especially after he had spent so much time and effort preparing the odds and ends. Natasha would fare no better she figured. The girl had a rather extensive reputation for giving food poisoning not...

Mhm. I'm sure it is. A smile sat momentarily on Natasha's perpetually aloof face. She said nothing in return. As her mother once told her: Not my circus, not my monkeys. This would be a lesson Livia had to learn on her own. For Silas' sake, she hoped he could run fast. "So you introduce a...

"You had a year to think." Natasha was often blunt in her speech, but there was still a playfulness about her tone and a glimmer in her eyes that made it obvious that she was giving her friend 'shit' as they said. Lacing up her boots, she continued, "I think you should get her two gifts while...

Livia's wicked smile would be matched with Natasha's painfully innocent grin. "Have you two finally kissed or something?" She giggled. It had been far too long since they had the chance to chat boys. Although, Natasha really had nothing to contribute since Leander seemed to disappear like a...

Natasha examined the glass, half filled with a dark red wine and chuckled. Perhaps 'proper' was a subjective term, she thought, swirling the liquid around. It was indeed a glass. Properly made of glass, but perhaps not the proper glass Natasha would have chosen for this specific wine they had...