Recent content by Phelaia Hope

Phelaia grinned and shrugged. “Could well be, for all I know? This being my first trip this side o’ the Teeth, I can’t rightly say what is or ain’t in the river water past the water. I’m willin’ to bet that there’s less in it upstream, though.” They followed the ancient road through the fig...

Phelaia continued laughing, shaking the sleeves of her robe out. “Yeah, I been wondering if you must really love the smell o' half-burnt fish guts for a while now, Voe. Been days since I last washed up. But there’s a river nearby! Right before Tirnua. Or right after Tirnua, if you wanna...

Phelaia listened to the story, her smile broadening throughout. When he finished, she grinned that toothy grin of hers and poked him in the chest playfully. “See? You’re a good one, Voe. Kind. You know what’s right, and you see it done. You see it through.” Phelaia ducked as Ketu whooshed...

She nodded, smiling. “You know, I think you’re right, Voe. All day long after I met Ketu, I try to go my own way and let him go his. But he wasn’t having it. Followed me an’ followed me an’ followed me. I tried splainin’ that he didn’t want my life, that he could go back to his, that he...

She snorted again, slapping her leg in amusement. “If such as us started lecturing such as them about dragons…”. She made a neck-cutting gesture. “Thagretians - well, the human Thagretians as are allowed inside the temples - they worship ‘em and say nobody else knows their ‘divine truth.’...

Phelaia snorted as she sat up. “Everyone in Thagretis sure thought so! ‘Unholy child o’ the Ascendants, let the Elder Holy Dragon’s fire cleanse you!’, they’d say. Lost track of how many times some priest or other decided I needed cleansing with fire. At least I always got new clothes...

Phelaia’s eyes softened, seeing Voe’s embarrassment. “T’ain’t your fault, Voe. An’ what’s one more curse for folk like us? At least this curse feels nice sometimes. Bein’ held close feels nice. I mean, there might be better times for it an’ all!” Phelaia laughed softly, then caught herself...

Phelaia laughed throatily, and her toothy grin returned. “They were fine enough with Ketu yesterday! I mean, he’s a dragon, so as long as he doesn’t smash a cart or eat somebody’s donkey, I don’t think people will make too much of a point of objecting. There’s no lord or temple or city watch...

Phelaia nodded, looking slightly upward at him. Wait, when did he get so close again?! She stepped backward, sheepishly smiling. "Yeah, Voe, I think you're right. We oughta slow down until it feels right, well, between our horns, not just... well... everywhere else!" Her tail was already...

"I guess I understand that, Voe, your eyes are like a pit trap I just keep tumbling into if I don't watch my feet! And I dunno how I'd know, I guess I just would, not that I ever... I mean... I never had to worry much 'bout it before. Everybody I meet's mostly been human or catfolk or bugfolk...

"That's the thing... it doesn't frighten me. I think it's more like... I don't feel like I earned it yet? I mean people don't usually just meet, and then want to..." She was glad he couldn't see her face walking behind. It probably looked like a cannonball, as flushed as she felt. "Yes...

“It sure seems like it! I mean, I talked a bit to those other tieflings I met, Mister Jhinn and Miss Ysra, but I didn’t need to just blurt out everything. It was more like when you meet someone who’s kinda interested in the same things you are, right? An’ my tail didn’t go all grabby with...

“I don’t usually, I swear! Just today, I guess. Or maybe… just to you.” She felt her tail brush his and try to reach after it, and she hurried her pace a bit. “Shouldn’t be too long now, it was only a few miles. Hey, I saw what looked like a big Straline camp on a cliff just north of here...

“I don’t think that! I mean, I don’t think I own you. Or Ketu. Any time people own other people, it’s ugly and wrong! But maybe it’s more of like, I dunno, a belonging to a clutch sort of thing with dragons? Because he doesn’t act like I’m his property. Like, he didn’t burn you to a crisp...

“Ohhhh.” Phelaia cheeks darkened again. “Ketu, he, um… he called you ‘Phelaia’s Voe.’ I mean, he always calls me ‘Ketu’s Phelaia’ so maybe it’s just his dragon-way of lookin’ at things. Or maybe he was poking’ fun, who knows? I didn’t stay close enough for him to rumble-blast me like he...