Recent content by Noa

Noa took a step forward, Ne’s shoulder firmly pressed against the outside of her hip. They walked as one, each step tempered to travel the shortest distance to Agata. Neither could be detracted by the light and the memories of the land, they had been here before and could navigate it safely. Too...

“I dun whan wadur.” “It’s tea, Noa.” “Shuddup Cym… Cymbal-tangerine.” A sloshing and a clanging cup could be hear from the little corner that Syr Cymbeline had managed to drag Noa off to. Ne also had a sensitive nose and decided that being outside was best for him. Roki could fend for himself...

Not needing to watch because she could feel, Agata kept her breath steady to further lead Roki to their destination. While the three of them walked, with Ina now trailing behind them, there was an invisible separation that was taking place. To the physical eye, the trio continued at the same...

And finished every last drop she did. Noa was many things, some good, some bad, but at least she was stubborn. Sometimes that was good, but in this case, it was bad. Against her better judgement, after she had swallowed the last gulp, slamming her cup hard against the table, it only was a second...

Monroe was mistaken, Noa could be very quiet when she wanted to be. It was also very easy to silence another, especially in the midst of a dance where two heart beats became one, loud drum. But she wouldn’t say this aloud, no need to fluster Monroe when she was off making the drinks for...

“And when I win, my prize will be you, Monroe.” A lazy, cheeky smile followed after the words as Noa turned her head to Monroe, ignoring Syr Cymbeline’s gasp beside her. Whatever the shy knight had drunk so far, Noa had had three times as much, but it hardly showed. One didn’t reach thirty years...

“Not ‘Lady,’ I own no wealth or land or familial ties” Agata corrected, “Ascended Agata, Most Virtuous Agata, but Master will do, as will Monk, if you so happen to forget. But, never Agata.” If Ina had the briefest kiss of mischievousness belonging to either Roki or Noa, she might have snickered...

Ina brought a hand up to cover her mouth, looking over at Roki and giving him a look that was smug and knowing: his mimicking did little to help him blend in with the monks of Cais Vihara. The briefest glimmer in her dark eyes displayed how endearing she found the half-orc to be. Agata, however...

“Noa!” Cymbeline said. Noa refrained from sighing or groaning or any other noise that might have heart the Dawn Knight’s feelings. Syr Cymbeline was the sensitive sort, which didn’t make her weak, but made her too good for the world. It made her predictable in all the worst ways, and so Noa...

Blindness wasn’t a struggle for Noa. Sure, she was unable to see color, to see how someone’s face could soften, or to experience blurry, black spots when looking directly at the sun for too long. It did little to hinder her enjoyment of life, to experience fun and laughter and sadness and tears...

“You’re too fat to get on the ice.” Noa told Ne with a saccharine solemness that she seldom had. She even went as far as patting the hulking beast on the end as if it really did break her heart that he couldn’t follow along at her side. “That’s why I told you to go on a diet a couple of months...

“You got purple hair?” Noa asked, milky eyes widening in surprised. “Super cool.” She had no idea what purple looked like, the richness and vibrancy of it that was so easy to make soft and whimsical. She did know that it was rare for people to have hair other than blonde, brown, red or black...

“On Ne’s life, I’m not.” Ne’s heavy tail thwacked against Noa’s side, unbalancing her just enough to make her cloudy eyes widen in surprise. She steadied herself with both hands out to the side and straightened when she was sure she wasn’t going to be knocked by her spirit companion once again...

Ne wasn’t a fan of Noa’s lying, or her advice to Roki that he should also lie. But as the limpid blue eyes of the tiger met Roki’s unsure gaze, Ne could do little in giving his advice. Not because he couldn’t speak, he very much could express himself with a squint of his eyes, curl of his lip...

“I know.” Noa’s voice was still a whisper. She moved to Roki’s side and patted his shoulder in some form of solidarity. “Roki, all actions a have consequences. Good and bad, they all intermingle and it’s hard to think what the best course of action could be until we think back on it. The Knights...