Recent content by Noiraeve Talastra

Now that seemed vaguely familiar to Noiraeve. There had been some of this historical education at the College, but now that he mentioned it, it was coming back to her a little bit. She met Detlan's bemused gaze coolly, and despite the tint of rosiness in her cheeks, she had the good grace not to...

Noiraeve suppressed a sigh and the roll of her eyes. Detlan was so grumpy. It seemed to be an unpleasant surprise to the former Archon that not everyone had knowledge of these ancient and special scrolls from the archives. This was by design, of course; the Valeian Scrolls were secluded for good...

This one's for you, Velaeri ;) Feet pounding on soft earth, hard tree roots, slick flora. Breath heaving in her lungs, blood thundering in her ears, adrenaline flashing in her veins. Deep down, she knew there was nowhere to go. Noiraeve ran to give her attackers the chance to think again...

Noiraeve set the tray in the space that Detlan cleared -- possibly begrudgingly -- for her. She was disappointed but not surprised to learn that there was no breakfast and so, as he fussed over the scrolls, Noiraeve reached into an inside pocket and withdrew a croissant which, despite haven't...

Noiraeve was not accustomed to being treated like a young, wayward scholar. She was senior to most of the mages she came across these days, or at least of equivalent rank. Her fingers flexed on the tray and she glared at Detlan's retreating back, her glassy blue eyes narrowing slightly...

"If the Tyrians knew what was good for them, they would speed us on our way," Noiraeve said wryly. "They will do more harm than good to their chances if they catch her." She nodded vaguely towards the door into which Jaliah had disappeared with the crewman. "She is -- she is a pain in the ass...

Noiraeve couldn't suppress her grin. They had certainly lucked themselves onto the right ship with the right captain. Then again, it was entirely possible that luck had nothing to do with it. The loom that wove the fabric of life did it in mysterious ways, and Noiraeve and Jaliah and Ryder and...

Noiraeve's eyes followed Ryder's and she took in the elves, her lips turning up at the edges at his description. The Captain was a funny fellow, she had to admit. Indeed pointy elves. She wondered if the elves were of the mora'drelle or if they had just taken to the sea as a profession rather...

"I don't ask for much," Noiraeve assured the Captain, her eyes flashing with amusement at his offer. "A soft cot, a blanket, maybe a bite to eat -- depending on how long our voyage is. I won't make trouble. And I assure you the old lady downstairs won't either. Well, not much anyway." The High...

Noiraeve shared a confidential smile with the Captain as she mentioned gluing his ears back. "They are -- I suppose odd is as close a term as any, but not really fair -- interesting people. I'm sure you won't have the need, but if you ever do, I would highly recommend experiencing travel aboard...

Noiraeve folded her arms and nodded at his question. She cleared her throat and explained: "There are a tribe of elves, called the Sea Elves by some, though I think they refer to themselves as mora'drelle -- people of the water in their tongue -- for whom it is a grave insult to put a price on...

Noiraeve checked her saddlebags once and once more, then put a hand on the pommel and a foot in a stirrup and heaved herself into the saddle. She eschewed riding habits for simple trousers and a tunic under her cloak, which allowed her to straddle the saddle with relative ease. Theobrand's...

Noiraeve folded her arms over her midsection and regarded Captain Ryder with glassy blue eyes. She didn't know whether to believe his answer about raiding Tyria, nor whether she would recommend that he not mention it to Jaliah. It was unclear whether the old battle-ax was truly done with Tyira...

Noiraeve returned Jaliah's uncertain look with a reassuring nod. Nothing would happen to the old woman without Noiraeve knowing. She watched as the Queen Dowager gave the young man an appraising once-over, then settled her hand on his forearm and Jaliah went off with Halvdan. Light illumine that...

Noiraeve rose when the onetime Archon did. His reluctant agreement to be aided by his junior rankled the High Sorceress, but she didn't let that appear on her face. She maintained a coolly pleasant demeanor. "The Valeain Scrolls. Of course, Archon. What time will you want them?" When all the...