Recent content by Norah

Marcia's sudden groping caused Norah's own cordial wine to tip from her hands, spilling and clattering to the floor before she could even take a sip. A frown as her classmate's rough hands pulled her face forward, the other girl's thumb smoothing said frown away. And as Norah's dark eyes...

A small shrug that was anything but innocent. Norah leaned in at the word chocolate pastries. Her tongue dipped across her lower lip even her her shrewd gaze slide briefly to Marcia. Lingering eyes followed by a small frown. A clench in her jaw. Uncomfortable about something. She had to...

Norah's posture straightened at the mention of Elbion. There was something she needed to do there. She just hoped she'd have time to do it. Away from her proctor and classmate. "Understood," she said to acknowledge Alistair's instructions. She had her doubts on whether either of them would...

Norah thought about running right past Vittoria Larrainth. Her thumb already hooked over her shoulder in silent response to her question about where her boyfriend was. But she slowed her pace as she approached her classmate, catching her breath. It would not be wise to ditch her classmates...

Norah sat in her room happily eating the chocolates Kilien Basmarc gave her while she worked on mimicking the hand-written script of Proctor Grodt and Pillock.

Naser In illusory script, the letter would look like a book review on the second book in a series called Black Tempest about dragons and romance if anyone else besides Naser tried to read it. Nas, Through it all. Those hungry nights and days. All the things we did to survive. What we're...

There was a flutter of fabric and something swiped and hidden within her inner pockets. Proctors were sipping the cordial. Norah was lucky enough to be nearby as they started blabbing about things she didn't think they should be talking about. She scooped up one of the drinks and headed over...

Dark eyes narrowed back on her classmate. "They have more pride than a mound of donkey dung but I wouldn't count them out so easily." She glanced around the courtyard, a frown tugging on her split lips. Hand lifted to wipe away at the blood that still dripped down. She squinted, her one eye...

The younger initiate who was being blackmailed glanced at her classmate as she arrived. That girl was always prepared for anything and everything. A small thing they had in common. Though, others would expect that for Vitt. They would not expect that of Norah. And Norah thrived on being...

A shiver went through her. Darker memories she shared with Nas arose with being around the Robber. Norah grew up on the streets of Vel Anir. And it wasn’t kind. It was savage. Some days, she wonders if it was only her magic there all along that had saved her life. A life that had been saved at...

Norah frowned. That would definitely set back the group's coin. There were a lot of students that wanted to see King or Vitt in the ring taking or giving out punishment. Most probably fell on the side of wanting to make them pay. But the thing was? Norah knew they needed this short...

Norah smirked like a smug cat. "Always the blondes, hm Nas?" The wagon rumbled beneath them. "I always thought @Vittoria's ass was rather taught. The tightest, actually." There had been reports of bandits in the area from the town they'd just left. The possibility excited Norah but she...

It was a good thing the Robber hadn’t called recently. She knew the timing wouldnt always work out but for now, it had. Jaw clenched at the mention of fae. These were not things to be taken lightly. But there was something Professor Krixus didn’t say. She could be ordered to help. In a way...

Norah leaned with one shoulder casually against the outside wall of Vinny’s. With two packs that dwarfed her much smaller frame. It was a wonder she had the strength to carry them both at all. With her boot, she pushed one toward Naser. “Like old times,” she murmured. She had no hesitations...

Norah didn’t break her stare from Colt Pirian and Limont as she muttered a simple college spell that brought her knife back to her. When the new drink was poured she finally looked away at the cards being played. “Blake,” Norah actually smiled. But it wasn’t sweet like if Lucinda smiled. It...