Recent content by Raea Stormcrow

"That is just the problem, I do not know anything about you." If there was a bit of bitterness in her words, it was well founded. After all, he had picked her up as a sickly human wanderer in some nameless village out in the world and brought him here. With the exception of meals, they did not...

"Adjust?" There was a certain archness to the single word. "I can't help but see that I am fae," she spat back. There was a moment where she visibly struggled with a temper that hadn't really manifested itself in the much quieter human girl she had been when she came here. Wasn't just...

"Get thrown from your horse and break your necks," she said after the guests had departed. Her breath still misted in the air. The crazed frost round her hands had vanished like mist in a summer sun, the magic fading as quickly and as inexplicably as it had arrived. She didn't even appear to...

She didn't say anything in response to his comment. Instead, she picked at the food in front of her like a fussy child would. There was no appetite to assuage. It seemed like many of her days spent here were spent wrapped up in herself. Which was part of the problem, of course. "I need to ask...

"I didn't sleep at all," she said. Exhaustion underscored every single syllable as deeply as the bags under her eyes. She didn't mention the whirling shards in her skull, gleaming and glittering like diamonds and distorting everything they contained as effectively as a cut jewel would. She ran...

Exhaustion was a stifling blanket, but sleep would not come. In its stead were random thoughts and fragments of memories without any context. They could have been ancient or new, could have been evidence of good or evil or anything in between. Return of stolen memories did not bring with it any...

"Your mother," she said after a moment, "is an angel in disguise. And she is definitely easier to be in the company of and understand. My Lord," she added belatedly. After a moment she stepped forward until there were just a handful of feet between them, eyes still locked on his. That odd...

"I never begged to be here to start with," she replied, standing straighter and taller. "And I never made an accusation beyond you pulling me from the life of a wanderer. You know, where no one was trying to kill me unless I did something to deserve it." Bitching and splitting hairs about a...

"Nothing that makes sense," she said. Definitely anger more than confusion. Something about Thallan stirred that flame more easily than anything or anyone else ever had. She wanted to grind her teeth and only just managed to control the wild emotion that swelled in her breast. If she didn't...

"Yes." No. She slipped the gown over her head even as she answered. The heavier cloth was welcome this time, even if the fabric was tight across her hips and chest. Maybe not so welcome, actually. Elasha's ministrations had prevented her from bleeding out and mended her to a point, but her ribs...

"I am going to lose my mind," she replied sullenly. "Knowing there is something I should know but can't remember..." She clenched her fists at her sides. "It is like opening your mouth to speak and forgetting what you were going to say. It's..." Maddening. That what it was, it was maddening...

"What, so he can mock me about some trivial detail again?" She bristled a bit, but only a bit. She searched the glittering fragments that swirled in her head, but nothing made any sense. She could catch pieces but they were shorn of any context; a beautiful woman without a face whose fangs...

"There is nothing in there but pieces," she said in a low voice. The scent was soothing, and the nearly uncomfortable heat of the water worked its way into her flesh and bones and made her feel drowsy. As if she needed any help with that. "Regardless," she said after a time. The water had...

Sudden realization...

She had stood in silence and sat in silence, searching through the shattered remnants of her mind for answers she did not know if she could find. Everything that had been certain had been upended weeks ago. The tenuous certainty of even the day before lay broken and bleeding on the floor of her...