Recent content by Quinn Greensage

Quinn breathed a heavy sigh of relief as the last foreign emissary of the day was escorted out of the lavish meeting room. He leaned forward onto the table resting his head between his arms. After a while, Quinn rose from his seat and went to fill in the queen on all that had happened that day...

"A maid?" Elisa asked incredulously. "That... Feral... Thing... Is a maid?" She looked at Quinn with confusion, her brow furrowed. "Looks like it should be out hunting or wrestling wild animals..." She turned to look at Ferelith and Mina. Elida was concerned about having Mina so close to the...

Quinn bit this tongue as Elida inspected Ferelith. He really should have expected this kind of reaction from people. Everybody knew each other's humans, and when a new one appeared, it was like somebody walking a puppy. Everyone had to stop and take a look. "Its true!" Quinn laughed, flashing...

Quinn released a small cry of surprise as Ferelith pulled him to his feet, and found himself wrapped in her arms. He welcomed the warmth of her body pressed against him, and gingerly embraced her as well. It was a nice moment, and Quinn did everything he could to not ruin it. Ferelith's...

Quinn grumbled and attempted to pull the blankets back over himself. Ferelith's grip was strong, and after a few attempts Quinn gave up. "What? Are you my mother now?" he snipped, still facing away from her. "I'm not hungry!" he pouted, though his stomach did audibly growl at the mention of...

"Hmm? Of course I was!" Quinn frowned as Ferelith questioned him. "You saved me, so its only fair that I try to do something for you in return. What kind of gentleman would I be of I didn't?" "I know she can. She has helped multitudes of lost souls over the years. They all came to her with...

Quinn awoke to the sound of gentle birdsong coming from outside. "Oh... Mornin' Ferelith..." he mumbled noticing her standing by the door. Sitting up groggily, Quinn reached down to the floor for his pants and pulled them on. He paused as he reached for his shirt. It was as if he knew that his...

Quinn supposed that the cold not bothering her made sense. If he was to spend most of his time in the wilderness, the cold would just start to feel normal. What he couldn't understand was making a tent from the dogs. Even if Ferelith was to skin them, there wouldn't be much room inside. It would...

Any thoughts Quinn had in his mind disappeared as a blonde goddess stepped out of his washroom. Was this really the same disheveled, mud caked woman he had met earlier? Ferelith was stunning, and he almost couldn't believe his eyes. The pleasant of scent of roses and moss wafted over him as...

Quinn watched Ferelith nervously as she looked around. Had she expected a mansion? When he told her her worked for the queen, did she think he lived a life of luxury? Was it too dirty? Too messy? Maybe its was too small for her liking? Stop worrying about what she thinks you fool! Quinn...

"Yes. That is what I'm telling you. Not all fae are tiny beings flitting around on glittering wings, throwing pixie dust everywhere you know. There are some like that of course, but not nearly to the extent that your human tales speak of." "Absolutely perfect." Quinn confirmed. "I know it...

Quinn stared at Ferelith, momentarily surprised. He hadn't expected such a retort from her. "I... Umm.. I'm really not like them. I'm just a lowly diplomat you see. No real power or influence of my own. My sole duty is to do my best to make sure the Court stays in good standing with the others...

"Me?" Quinn chuckled. "No you certainly are correct. I'm far from the wilderness type. Most of my days are spent in lavishly decorated rooms, holding meetings with important people. Sometimes I even get to ttavel to other parts of the world! Believe me, none of that is a much fun as it sounds...

Quinn wandered the plains, the light wind a pleasant sound in his ears. There had been no matters to attend to at the court that day, so he decided it would be a wonderful day for a walk. Leaving his home just after dawn, he struck out without any set destination. The midday sun was beating...