Recent content by Ranna Anakanos

There was a sort of compassion to be found in silence. Not that Klara had ever been a very talkative woman, in all honesty. Even in her youth, the reserved matriarch was ever the dutiful, responsible child of the family; the penchant for meaningless conversation and empty pleasantries were...

There would be no denying that Ranna was equally poor company when they'd finally went about eating the meal that the Stettenbakers had prepared for them. Her flood of words from earlier had only been borne out of desperation to make a dent in the seemingly impenetrable wall of sullenness that...

Ranna had recognized that look, and had watched as Syele had drawn upon what little willpower she had left so that she could put the weight and burden that she was carrying out of mind, if only for a little while. All so that she wouldn't seem to appear too weak; too ungrateful to a woman who...

There were no perfect words in times of grief, nothing to be said that could fill the absence of what was lost. Ranna could offer platitudes, yes. Those hollow, empty phrases that were meant as consolation for those who had suffered in some way; those who had lost or damaged a piece of...

"There is nothing to forgive." Ranna had spoken then with such clarity that it would've been difficult for even the gods to budge her from her obstinate refusal to condemn the woman who so desperately wished for nothing more. And if Syele had desired to play the role of a sullen child, then she...

The possibility of Syele escaping from the confines of her bed and the heavy woolen blankets that weighed down upon her weakened form was a scenario that Ranna had already considered, and so didn't hesitate at all in stopping the wounded woman from doing herself a great deal of unnecessary harm...

Ranna recognized the look in Syele's eyes, that muted tone the woman spoke in when asking who was left. She could empathize with what was going through the Sergeant's mind at that moment, she could understand all too well. The burden of leadership was always a steep one for those who cared for...

Ranna could not help but smile as her loosely-weaved garland of herbs was plucked away from her clumsy hands by the girl she now knew to be Ida, deferring to a child's wisdom in these things in which she had no context for. She could wield a blade or tie a rowboat off a dock with any number of...

Ranna did what little she could to keep the other woman awake, urging her on to lucidity through soft, encouraging questions whenever the conversation happened to lull. At first it was the verbalization of her injuries, then with the formality of exchanging names, and then finally the hope of...

The naked agony of the answer must've been evident in Ranna's eyes; in the way her gaze canted to the side as though she was searching for a reply amongst the mountain of the dead that she couldn't already see. To have arrived by Syele's side meant that she had already walked through the field...

The dying oft held the strangest requests, though Ayl-Maltene could not begrudge them their madness. This was the last act they might ask of the living, and what right had she to deny them such a thing? She had a difficult time understanding at first what the woman had wanted, as the words that...

There was so little time in a normal day for idle contemplation, it was why Ayl-Maltene Ranna Anakanos often prayed. To light the incense set before her three-sided triptych so that when she finally knelt and bowed her head to pray, and reflect, she may have been eased by its aromatic...