Recent content by Phelaia Hope

“Ham… from a pig… if their meat tastes this good, I’m surprised they’re common! Must be real big with claws and spikes and tusks, right?” Phelaia devoured the meal quickly, though even her inner urchin couldn’t help a few pauses to savor and comment. “Mm, real good eggs too, Voe! Never had...

Phelaia took a moment to recover as their tails finally untangled. That feeling of being out of breath again. Like the time she snuck into Thagretis proper as a little kid, and got chased all the way up the Holy Elder Dragon’s temple! She took the plate with a grateful toothy grin. Sure...

“I guess we just gotta figure it out, our own way. Mister Balta sure wasn’t talking about twisting tails and what comes after, but he always used to say ‘nobody knows nothing till they do.’ An’ then he’d shoo me off to go figure out my own way to do it.” She finally managed to break their...

Phelaia gasped as Voe’s warm tail entwined with hers, her own tail twisting together with it of its own accord. She silently mouthed the words “who I want” after him with a momentarily puzzled expression, and then she flushed dark blue, blinking as it fully hit her. “OH…. oh…. I think I...

Phelaia nodded. That all made perfect sense to her, and reminded her of a lot of Mister Balta's lessons about how to not get eaten in the Malakath wastes. She cocked her head to one side at the last couple statements as she got up, pulled a knife out, walked over to the eel, and carved a...

Phelaia’s tail suddenly curled up tense as the realization dawned that Voe liked her eyes too, goosing her into abruptly shifting how she sat into more of a sidelong lounge. And deeper cheek darkening. His eyes again. Eggs! She was familiar with those: the slums had almost as many chicken...

Phelaia nodded, pursing her lips a bit. “I’m really not a big talker either, Mister Voe. I guess I thought if you crossed a whole ocean to come meet me, you’d probly want me to talk to you some, instead of just staring into your pretty golden eyes all the time.” Catching herself doing exactly...

Phelaia grimaced a bit at the rebuke, but nodded immediately. "Sorry, Voe! I guess it's kind of a habit... Dogs and horses and such usually catch one whiff of me and go all skittish. But if I slip 'em a treat, like maybe a fig or apple, or a bit of jerky, they usually relax. But I promise I...

Phelaia crouched beside Otho, slyly offering the drakehound a slice of smoked cuudruu jerky as she listened to Voe's account. "I met some Stralines the other day who said they came from trading at a Tiefling town. And I met a couple tieflings in the wasteland a few weeks ago, Mister Jhinn and...

Phelaia clucked her tongue and thought a minute before answering. “A couple months ago, Voe, I dreamed that some strange demon came and gave me a bow. And there it was when I woke up. I been dreaming about a blue dragon my whole life. And then I find Ketu, totally by accident. Then I start...

“Oh, I don’t think you gotta worry about Ketu anymore, Voe. I think he was just protecting ‘Ketu’s Phelaia’ as he puts it. He sure seems to like Otho a lot!” She winced as the first rays of sunshine smacked her in the face, throwing up her arm to get a bit of shade, laughing. Ketu perked...

She nodded eagerly and started to lead them uphill. Ketu flapped his wings and took off, circling the hill once before landing in the clearing up ahead of the rest of them. Phelaia couldn’t hold in her excitement. She wasn’t usually a huge blabber, but she almost felt like there was a lot of...

The dragon's attention abruptly shot back from chasing dream-fish in dream-oceans to Voe as he touched hands with his tiefling. His head dipped back down to loom above Phelaia’s shoulder, melon-sized amber eyes narrowing to fully examine this act. But just then Otho sniffed at his foot. The...

Phelaia finally burst from the undergrowth into the clearing, hopping sideways on one foot while shaking off a tangle of witch-fingers that had snared onto the sandal of the other, then falling right onto her bottom as the root-ends finally gave way. She wore an old, oft-repaired thin leather...

Phelaia awoke with a start as Ketu nearly rolled her over, head alert. He padded to the edge of the clearing, looking straight at the portal stone. The tiefling got up, and half staggered over. "You see something, Ketu? Oh! Someone came through, and I missed it! Hey, Ketu, wait!" But Ketu...