Recent content by Perrine Urahil

"Oh!" Perrine took a step back, bumping into the market stall table she had been browsing moments before being interrupted by the bard. Even as he got to one knee, panic came to her features and left the Urahil woman perplexed at such a gesture. "Are you daft, bard? You don't recognise her...

Perrine gave a light laugh and nodded. "I will return in two days, at dawn. It will take a day to get back to the Academy, and I unfortunately have a class to teach upon my return. Take this time with your family, not many Initiates get to be so lucky." And the tall blonde smiled before...

Perrine let out a soft snort, entertained by the smaller being coming to her aid. His name was spoken in place of her own, a name not at all the payment sought by the bard. For that, she was thankful for the cheek of Vilen. The Healer Dreadlord fastened the coin pouch to her wrist, clutching...

Perrine exhaled softly. "No, what I meant was truly as I said. Do not forget yourself in the process." She looked down at the Initiate, coming to a pause to address Thraah. "You wish to make the life of your family better, but you also need to think of yourself. I have my painting to keep me...

Song and instrument reached her ears, but Perrine paid no attention until the elven lady tapped her shoulder and pointed. Her face visibly fell, dreading such attentions being put upon her. "Oh Kress," She groaned, as if she had the ear of the god. But a gallant being came to her defense, a...

Perrine laughed. It was a musical sound, the type to make others smile. "Hugs are not truly all that bad, but I guess I am out of practice of such. The last time I hugged ---" Her cheeks took on a pink shade, recalling just memory. A nobleman, one she had spent a night getting to know and...

It had been some years since she had been to Alliria, but a chance ever greater that she could attend the city's greatest displays during the Tournament of Tides. Of course, it was not on the whim of simply traveling all this way from Vel Anir for the sake of her own holiday, but rather...

She was glad for Henk being there to take lead, directing her on where to step as they crept and advanced towards the source of voices. Perrine was quiet, deathly quiet, as her own senses picked up on the smell of candle wax. She knew it well, having spent many hours painting in candlelight when...

The question Thraah had asked her made Perrine clear her throat and furrow her brows. "My father inherited a small home on the Urahil Estate. I grew up close by to my cousins and spent a lot of time with them as I had no siblings of my own." And of course, her father was no mighty presence in...

She was not too sure what she would have found out here, but something that persisted, that survived all of this... it would be a start to her investigations. Even a glimmer would be enough to work with, to heal the magic and test her theories. Perrine furrowed her brows, frowning at Henk's...

Perrine gathered her things and placed them back into the kit, pushing it before her as she came to crouch in the small space. Minutes later, the Healer would be standing in the home of Thraah's family and smiling to her other parents. "Thank you for the stew, I apologise for not being able to...

Perrine did not say anything else as she slowly took more spoonfuls of the stew, slowing once she felt her exhaustion become too much to keep herself fed. She had more than she anticipated, pleased that the bowl was half empty due to her efforts. The idea of being alone could be felt in many...

Perrine's smile was genuine, strained only minorly, but as the Proctor of Etiquette, of course she would have to deal with the brunt of Thraah's antics. "She is. I think she has learned so much more, and gained many friends." Of course, Perrine was not always around to see the fire wielding...

"Goodness... I would hate to think where I would be or what I am doing by the time these ones grow." Perrine did not have a free future to do as she pleased like Oraya, her cousin, had. She was lower down the pecking order of the Urahils, but her father had no time or effort to become the head...

Perrine accepted the bowl, glad for the heated wood. She had not realised her body dropped in temperature, but that always came with overexerting herself physically. Magic would keep her alive, but her body did not have to cooperate that way. "Thank you, Thraah." She waited a minute before...