Recent content by Petra Darthinian

"If your answer was Selucan arak. You would be correct." Her grin grew at his expression, and she gratefully accepted back her flask to take a quick swig of it herself. Hissing through the burn before recorking it. "I have a friend that runs a trading company out of Seluca. I met her on...

With a contented sigh, Petra eased down next to Aarno, calling after Gruki as she left to fetch them all tea, "Something bright and floral will do! Thank you, you're the best!" Norvyk stalked over shortly after and curled up behind them on a large grassy knoll, tucking his wings close with a...

Petra hadn't been avoiding Syr Valborast, per say, but she definitely fucking wasn't going out of her way to say hello to him in the morning, that was for sure. Although it wasn't as if Valborast hadn't kept himself scarce around the Monastery regardless. Skulking through the shadows and...

The Dusk Captain had a talent for telling stories, Petra noted to herself. She wondered if Selene even knew of the way the light danced in her depthless eyes when she spoke of arcane knowledge, of these lost things. The elf hadn't even realized she had scooted to the edge of her seat...

The question was quiet, but its aim was true in the way it knocked the breath from Petra's chest for a fleeting moment. There within the warm breaths of their teapots and the soft din of the cafe, the trajectory of their conversation had caught her so off guard that she hadn't even noticed how...

A war of emotions battled for victory in Petra's chest. Indignation, guilt, pity, anger, and a deep well of reluctant empathy that pulled at her heart at hearing the anguish in Valborast's voice. This was a man of secrets. Of principles. Of promises that he had broken and now paid dearly for...

If someone tried pointing out the way Petra's cheeks flushed at Faramund's easy smile and charming wave, she would deny it. And then probably also punch them. Because mind your business. But that was beside the point, she reasoned. Instead, she looked onward to the following himbo contestants...

By nature, dragons were a possessive lot. A fathomless and instinctive ego, coupled with a primal drive to lord over and protect all that which they claimed as their own. Norvyk decreed many things to be under his care. First and foremost, was his rider, Petra. For which he was bound until...

Petra took a deep inhale of the crisp winds that flew by her face. She was tucked low in her saddle as Norvyk hugged the jagged tree line, brushing the tops of stubborn snow with his claws. The moons played like quicksilver over the emerald scales along her dragon's neck, soft and playful with...

Petra had never really been a "clipboard girlie", but here she was, pristine clipboard in hand, and a pen in the other. Finding herself nibbling on the end of it as she watched the men, transfixed with each new swing of their axes. The sun glinting off the edges like the darting silver scales of...

The grounds of the Monastery had been a hectic rush of preparation this whole week. It was all hands-on deck to help set up this event for a weekend of ridiculous displays of all things manly and anything they could do for a good show of muscles—and preferably while covered in mud and sweat if...

Great draconic wings flared as Norvyk reared up, almost knocking back Valborast in his enraged approach. The ground tremoring when he slammed himself back down, talons gouging the soft earth. He snaked his head closer to the man, staring at him in challenge as he spat, "Do not mistake our bond...

Petra sensed Norvyk's intent before she felt him tense beneath her. Like a predator readying to strike, his head snapped up, spines flaring down his proudly arched neck. "Unfortunate that I made no such promise." Came the dragon's sibilant reply, his eyes on the fleeing dark creature. The air...

She noted the shift in Faramund's demeanor, could feel the way the muscles in his back tensed as he grew quiet before abruptly changing the subject. Norvyk sensed her concern and spoke into Petra's thoughts a moment later, "It's not as if he can avoid your questions so far from the ground." The...

A deep exaggerated inhale while Petra gathered her thoughts and watched Norvyk while she blew her exhale from a pillowed cheek. How do I even answer that... She thought to herself. Indignant at her own inability to rein in the impulse to overshare. One would think that after over 100 years of...