Recent content by Petra Darthinian

"What gave it away?" She quipped half-heartedly; her eyes latched curiously instead to the project on Parshen's desk. She recognized some of the plants that were painted in complicated water-colored diagrams on the tired pages. They reminded her of the herbal compendiums her mother kept on hand...

That startled a snorting cackle of laughter from her throat. A wide-eyed stare at Valborast left her blinking away her disbelief. "Do my ears deceive me or was that a proper joke?! You must have been hiding them in all those robes." Laughing away her own joke, Petra stood lithely from the now...

Ah, well. She should have seen that question coming. It was only natural to politely inquire in return. More fool her. To indulge the sudden urge to fidget under the squire's scrutiny, Petra moved back to her abandoned buckets, ducking her eyes and setting her hands to work with wringing out...

If nothing else, Petra loved to tease. To test at the edges of what made a person tic. What made them scowl, or laugh, or rally, whatever it may be, as long as it was real. And for a moment, the elf witnessed those real pieces flash across Sitra's face, before hiding politely behind a mask. A...

The dragon rider barely had time to do more than look confused before a bottle was chucked overhead. On instinct, she lurched back and threw up one hand, pointing a talon at the arcing path of green glass. Sizzling electricity snaked down her scales and shot out in a bolt towards the bottle...

After having thanked Selene for her time, Petra left her in peace and made her way to the library to seek out Parshen. The dawnling hadn't dealt much with the librarian, save what little she spoke of him with Valborast. But Valborast and him had a strange relationship that bordered on...

Petra clicked her tongue in approval at Matvi's pour. "As always, you are more than generous." The Dawnling went to place payment and tip on the bar, when the bartender snatched away a stein from Rupaka's drunken grasp. A scolding quick to follow from the man's display. Pausing, Petra eyed Matvi...

There was something in the way of a day spent in the sun, alongside her dragon, and music at Petra's lips that had a content joy blooming in her chest. The world felt more alive, the air easier to breathe, and the great evils that the Order battled seemed not so looming because of it. Norvyk...

"Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me." Petra snarled through her teeth, twisting in her saddle to track the returned fellbeast, Norvyk roared goadingly in its diving wake, the fellbeast shooting just outside of his snapping jaws. The freezing rain had plastered her curls to her head, but...

Having resolved herself to this charged and crunchy exchange, Petra gently pried the bottle from Valborast's hands and poured herself a glass before handing it back to him. Sighing, she sat down on the ground in front of him, balancing her forearms on bent knees, the picture of casual...

Teeth bared in feral glee as Petra clocked the shaking in Syr Hyntír's arm. He glowered at her over their joined fists through bushy brows. The din of their betting crowd an encouraging clamor. Coins hit the top of the barrel they arm-wrestled on, and seeing the contrast of piling coins against...

Petra knelt beside Norvyk just outside the ring of the Monastery's empty training grounds; the afternoon sun casting long shadows over the sandy courtyard and baking the back of her neck while she worked. Her storm dragon’s emerald scales shimmered in the light, flashing like jewels where she...

The compliments caught her off guard and suddenly Petra found herself feeling rather foolish for having decided to sip from her teacup in that moment. The praise and teasing darkened her cheeks, and she spluttered through the brew she had choked on. She knew that she had been the one to ask the...

Petra acquiesced with a nod. On responsibility, they could agree. The least they could do was keep an on eye on the situation. There was something about it all that didn't sit right with her. She wanted it to be her business. She wanted to involve herself. It was almost a compulsion. She hadn't...

omg! I never really got the opportunity to write with you before you went on hiatus! I have heard but wonderful accolades about your writing and I would be happy to thread with you any time. Dragons and all.