Recent content by Saelia Elbion

Saelia's eyebrows shot up at her sister's reaction to her question, and she made a vaguely non-committal noise. "Well then," she said, as if that ended the conversation and, for all intents and purposes, it did. She looked over the display once more, then almost as an aside to her sister: "Try...

With the way Magi had to dodge, duck and weave, it was a wonder Saelia hadn't decided to give her socks for Giftmas, but in the absence of further guidance, she chewed her bottom lip and studied the pieces again. She was distracted momentarily by the conversation she couldn't help but overhear...

Saelia touched the side of her nose and nodded at Lady LaMarque, making a grateful smile. "I shall leave you in Lady LaMarque's quite capable hands," she said, venturing over to pat Zael awkwardly on the shoulder. Don't embarrass us, she wanted to say, but instead she simply smiled tightly and...

"And slightly snaggle-toothed," Saelia added in a half-murmur as the trio followed Azlat Ushus into the shop. Saelia hesitated in the doorway, taking a deep breath. There was something about the shop, some mixture of perfume and gold and jewelry polish and the distant smell of burn, of...

Saelia looked over at her sister, obviously scandalized by her friend's language. She shook her head grimly, her cheeks blazing. Her fingers clutched the strings of her purse -- mainly for want of pearls -- until her knuckles went white. Oh, Magdalena, she thought, glancing at her sister and...

Saelia winced internally at her sister's friend's description of their meeting. Her eyes closed momentarily and she cupped her brow, pressing thumb to one temple and middle finger to the other. Her sister, beautiful and talented, gifted mage that she was, seemed to have no affinity for grace or...

Saelia felt her jaw tighten as her sister so lovingly described her, each word another gutpunch. Fretful? Well - she would give her sister that one, she did fret an awful lot. But nag? Like a dagger in her heart. Allergic to fun! Nonsense! Allergic to certain cat dander, certainly, to the...

Saelia watched her sister curiously, but with a growing sense of concern. "Magdalena, are you having some kind of episode? Do you smell toasted bread? What in all of Liadain are you rabbiting on about?" She watched, mortified, as her sister started yelling and gesticulating at a man with an...

Saelia was, apparently, worthy of the large gryphon's warming beak-peck maneuver, but her sister nearly snatched her away before she got the chance, and certainly before Saelia could indulge in the bizarre warmth and feeling of well-being that resulted from it. And snatch her Magi did, in such a...

Saelia was not afraid. Definitely not. What was to be afraid of, anyway? The beak that looked like it could bite a fully-grown adult person -- like, for instance, to pull a completely random example from nowhere: a five-and-a-half-foot-tall mage -- in twain like a twig? That wasn't scary, not...