Recent content by Orissa

Orissa's gaze followed to where Kaveh looked, a small smile lifting her lips. After their last meeting at the Palace, Orissa had found herself liking Jensen for his true, natural self. She had thought this had been a good arrangement being made, that she had lucked out with her parent's choice...

For one that had learned to heal to better understand her bonded dragon, she wished to help those that ail. But for Jensen, the man she helped bring back from the brink of death, she wished to take away his pains like she were a god, not princess. Her hand twitched to help him, leaving his...

Whenever Orissa took to the sky, she was never alone. Pixaelys had not cared about her birthright, the rank bestowed on the human, but the rest of the Gilded Wings did. Five riders on their dragons selected by elite, a tradition to protect the royal princesses of Thanasis. Being the only female...

A fluttering sensation was felt in her chest as his hand came to rest ontop of her own. Orissa did not remove them, nor did she draw attention to it. She had not thought how it looked that her hands had rested with his own; that had been the medical training in her to soothe, but his hand over...

Orissa saw the space being made, how their collective efforts was able to aide Olazor's magic. But their work combined called for quick thinking. She sucked in a breath as her dragon knew what their bonded thought, already making the move for that quickly disappearing chance of getting...

Jensen's chuckled words had brought a blush to her cheeks, but with her complexion, it became difficult to tell that he had charmed her. Instead, she met his gaze as she spoke with a small smile. "It always made no sense to me for a Princess or Queen to take multiple husbands. For a Prince or...

Orissa scrunched her nose, listening to him what the healers advised him. Since bonding with a Ransa dragon, Orissa took it upon herself to learn how to heal. It had been the most difficult thing to expose herself to, but she weathered through the wounds and bad smells, the gore and ugliness to...

"This would have been a very good lesson to teach you in how to cope with those telling you no, dear Orissa." Nasri was none to pleased to be here, staring at Kaveh and his companions. Orissa smiled despite the notable displeasure of her brothers coming to be here, for her sake and at her...

Orissa smiled. "I am glad that my mother and father had such faith that you would clean up nicely after I saw you last when they made the arrangements." For Jensen's actions that day were brave, enough to have his name in the ears of the royal family after all the debriefing. Orissa herself...

M A L A K A T H "No use!" Was just another variation of words put together to say things were looking bleak by the other riders. Orissa gritted her teeth, had set her jaw before scanning the vortex once again, as if it were a puzzle that she needed to figure out how to outsmart. "Cadoc!"...

"Peonies or orchids?" The question came to Orissa as she marvelled at the fitting of dragon armour on her Ransa dragon, a gift recieved this morning at the Royal Palace. It had been fashioned in the smith's style, but complimented well with the blues, greens, and purples of Pixaelys. Orissa...

"You should be with the medics." "To hell with that." Orissa scoffed, Pixaelys coming to a pause as he joined the other Gilded Wings. The group sworn to accompany the Princess when leaving the Royal Palace all shared an amused smile with Orissa, knowing she was not one to stay behind. Cadoc...

Six dragons were spotted in the darkness, one a moon dragon that blended within the sky, only seen by their rider adorned in gold, as five of them were fitted in such finery. Two blue dragons, one white, one black. They were recognisable, especially flanking the Princess of Thanasis upon her...