Recent content by Rumer

Fuelled by nervous excitement, Rumer half jogged, half skipped along the path, constantly having to stop and wait for Kas and Nat to catch up to her. The moment they emerged from the tree line however, and the man addressed Kasimir and set his eyes upon her, her stomach clenched and she stepped...

Rumer paced as she waited, her fists clenching and unclenching at her sides as she tried to burn off the nervous energy that made her fidgety. The moment she heard the creak of Nathaira's steps she stopped and turned with a nod and a smile a little more anxious than it had been earlier. They...

The smile that Nathaira wore filled her with what she had described to herself as 'warm fuzzies'. She felt them often, these days, whenever she saw the two embrace, whenever they embraced her, whenever they praised her or called her things like 'little mouse'. She loved her family, and she...

The girl's brow slowly rose at Kasimir's suggestion and she turned her gaze back to Nathaira with a growing smile. The moment she nodded, Rumer beamed and squeezed gently, allowing a little of the bubbling excitement she felt reach the surface until she had to bite down on her lip to stop...

The girl slowly blew the steam that rose from the stew as her gaze shifted back and forth between the two as they discussed. She wouldn't involve herself. They had both suffered enough without having to worry about her. They had fought so hard to be here in their home, safe from the world, that...

The girl's dark brows shot up, her expression ignited by the sudden spark of far too many thoughts and feelings all at once. The thought was terrifying, because she fully believed that there were still Anirians out there looking for them. If they were spotted, news would spread, and this reality...

Rumer took the little mouse in her hands and looked down at it. She was silent as he kissed her head and went to greet Nathaira. All she could do for that long moment was stare at the gift. Trying to fight the tears was useless. They rose up too quickly, the ache in her throat too painful to...

Rumer seemed to be growing by the day. For the first time in her fifteen years she'd had a sustained period of safety and stability and a little extra nourishment. She'd had plenty of years of starvation and stingy meals of white slop and stale bread to make up for, and the girl never took a...

Rumer's lips curled as Kasimir returned the embrace, however weak he seemed. With Nat drawing in close, she managed to wrap her arm around her too, clutching onto them both for dear life. They really were free. It was going to take some time to get used to that fact. She gorged herself on the...

'you're safe' Tension melted. Breath shuddered from her lungs and tears flooded onto her cheeks. Had she ever been 'safe' in her life? She was dreadfully tired, though there was no more pain, and she was gone from that place. She could cry all she wanted without punishment and she could trust...

The voices in the room seemed so far away, but slowly oh-so-slowly, her surroundings became more apparent to her. She was laying on a table. Her clothes were wet, and she was cold. She'd lost blood, but there was no more pain other than the spot where her rune had been branded into her skin, and...

Rumer's body was radiating much more heat than it should have. Her clothes were damp with blood and sweat, but despite all of that she clearly felt no pain, nor did she suffer fever. She slumped in Natharia's arms and settled comfortably when she was laid down, her breaths slow and calm as her...

Old wounds - of which there were countless - slowly peeled themselves back open, blood seeping into her sweat soaked clothes, but with Genevieve's power fighting with her own they seemed to struggle to knit themselves back together. If Genevieve stopped for even a second though... Rumer...

The girl's breathing grew sharp and ragged and her skin was rapidly growing hotter, so much so that the beading sweat on her skin turned to mist on the cold air. Her body writhed, her muscles tensed so tightly they quivered under her skin. Blood continued to trickle from her nose, and soon her...

Rumer's palms were already sweating as she stared into the dark void. Already she was back underground, back in her dark, damp room. She looked up at Genevieve and wiped her hands on her tunic before reaching to take the outstretched hand without hesitation. She paused to look up at the Ogress...