Recent content by Oraya Urahil

With a swish of her gown that probably cost more than the castle that the Anirian royals lived in, her elegant legs took her past Perri and the cousin to both Leander and Odessa. Without a word and without any magic, she managed to tug the twins into a tight embrace. "My darlings," she fussed...

If you ever need a rich noble to hold for ransom, you've got my number.

"Oswen, Gavo. Is the carriage ready?" A curt question to her guards. Jerry grumbled behind her but stepped out. "I'll go get Tom." Oraya hooked her arm through Zael's. A quick show of solidatiry and closeness. "We happened to be going the same way so I offered our carriage. Poor Lord...

If he were to look he'd find nothing other than perfection. That and the smallest blip of a diamond nose ring which was usually small enough to hide with a flesh-colored stud. But for this trip she'd chosen glamor held within one of her many hairpins. "Some of us are just born with it," Oraya...

"How do you feel about being a redhead?" The man tutted over Master Zinnsworth, listening closely with very real sympathy. Oraya with her forever-poker face slid into another seat, plucking up one of the many gossip pamphlets laid out on a side table. An article about a Diemut-wine scandle...

The parlor owner was a rather large man with bright blue-dyed hair and beauty mole prominently on one chin. "Oh dear what has the gryph dragged in today?" He stood and it was clear that he took much care in his appearance, though not like the usual appearance of anyone in Vel Anir. Tuned to...

Oraya held the wound closed as the one named Kiz stitched. Kezz? "You have quite the steady hands," she complimented the young girl quietly as she finished up. A sharp eye taking into account the strange seaglass that was placed between the patient's lips. Perhaps a bit of magic to help with...

Without much further fanfare or fuss, Oraya and her dirty-mouthed guards arrived in Wingfeather with only the disgruntled offence of a wild horse or two who had to be shooed from their path. Good on her part, she exited the carriage and did not look like she was looking around for someone in...

"Alistair, while it is good to distract oneself with a busy schedule don't let it make you lose sight of-" Oraya's gaze swept over Kristen and Alistair's shoulders as Leander Urahil called out her name. And her sister's. Fair brows pinched together in worry and surprise but before she could...

She may not understand it. But she wasn’t about to let help, when it came to her and some of her siblings’ lives, slip away. She’d half been prepared for a protest or even a violent outburst on Zael’s part at her suggestion. The smoldering bodies at Ganfarred Keep should’ve kept more caution in...

It was Oraya who took a knee in the dirty-bloody and grim floor to hover next to the one who called out for help. A private if the rankings were to be believed on the woman's uniform. "Cap'n," Jethro opened his mouth about to protest. Pale blue eyes didn't spare her first mate a glance as her...

Erudite-gaze studied each of their small tells closely without it looking like she was observing anything noteworthy at all. A brief, warm smile flickered across her lips. She only hoped her younger twins would find something like this one day. Though, knowing Felix, he would ruin any chance...

With a swish of her elegant dress that was the latest fashion, she turned at a familiar voice. No, two familiar voices. A tilt of her elegant chin upward to the tall Pirian girl. Ah, the Pirians. Supposed do-gooder house of all the major houses. Also the house to profit the most...

It was one thing to give a friendly warning. It was another thing entirely to personally offer a measure of protection, which Oraya believed Zael to be doing. Her usually controlled facial features slipped into a glimpse of surprise. "Zael Castomir. I wonder more and more about who you...

Those bodies had been mostly Anirian soldiers and not her crew. They were not used to riding the rough sees with nothing but their boots and balls as balance. Oraya would've thought with all the magical dreadlords on board they could've done something useful. But no. Her beautiful ship was...