Recent content by Saskia Kerraelas

It was if his attention on her laughter was a subtle reminder that after this short break, they were to return to their duty and labour. Saskia's last laugh died with a sigh, looking at Syr Isander opposite her. "Maybe another story, one from me... and then we can finish up here and get back...

Saskia could picture Roki being surprised. Except, in her head, Roki would be screaming out of sheer surprise and for Isander's aide. The idea of it, the mere concoction of hilarity her mind thought up brought Saskia to snort and wheeze. Tears were quick to leave her eyes, she almost fell out...

Saskia leaned forward on the table, intrigued by the story. The idea of a hog being an incredible size was baffling, but what a feat to track it down and best it! She grinned, hooked, listening to Isander recall the early morning set out. "Go on." Eyes wide, fixated on her brother-in-arms...

Saskia answered him with a large grin. It was natural of her to regard him in this way, for he knew her best. A constant over the years, that Saskia often found herself missing him when they were apart. And to have him here, now, despite the shift in their relationship, Saskia was glad it was...

It seemed Syr Isander would survive being partnered up with Saskia, for the Shadow Knight grinned at him in approval of him forgoing anymore mention of work. Readying herself to hear story, Saskia flagged down someone to fetch them both some ale. She found herself nodding, "Roki is a good...

Saskia leaned forward to see Alaric open the baskets, absolutely curious to see what her friend had been planning for their day. The assortment on offer made her grin, which only grew as she gasped and hovered too close to the second basket as he began lifting out sweet pastries and other...

Saskia frowned at Isander, all hopes and dreams of a free afternoon now dashed as the promise of more labour was to be done that day. With a deeper scowl, she dipped her fresh bread into her soup and took a bite, scalding her tongue but the Shadow Knight pressed on and continued to chew. It gave...

Saskia had been all smiles and shyness before he pulled back the curtain of weeping leaves, allowing her to breeze past him and take in the serenity he had found and captured for their shared picnic. Instantly, she came to fall on her knees on the blanket and smooth the skirts to her dress so...

Saskia watched him a moment after following him out. Frown still on her face, she looked at the book again. Remembered his words with a troubled expression. "Wait! Illustrations or illustrations?"

Saskia frowned at the book, looking very bored of it already, but a smug smile awakened on her face as she saw and heard Faramund complain about his imbalance. Surely his tolerance for drinks was greater than the drink she provided? Or was that his undoing? She turned her head to face him, brows...

Saskia narrowed her gaze at him, wondering who this Linda might be. Last night's company? The dusker crinkled her nose at the thought, before frowning down at tankard and fidgeted with the pewter lid. Her eyes snapped back to Faramund, now giving her that smile she knew well, and gave the effect...

Saskia scowled, staring at Faramund as she slowly went to drink and contemplate his words of which he spoke truthfully and fairly. In her eyes, she had sought him out as a way to gather whether or not this was a good idea, but she knew he would either not care, or encourage her. The way he had...

"Eat first." Came the answer quickly, a face thrown his way as if he was crazy for even asking the question. "And, you know," she started to say after clearing her throat, "I don't think you need to change all that much. It shouldn't be a difficult thing, no? And... well, I like you for being...

"Corner him?!" Saskia whispered aloud. Of course, it was only right that Faramund suggested that after he knew her well. He had watched he grow the past decade, had watched as she had always been unafraid to confront and take action. But he underestimated her resolve when it came to the...

Adumbration. Even mouthing it to herself felt jumbled and foreign as she sounded it in her head. The utter honesty on her expression showed she was unsure of it, but listened still as he went on the explain what it was he identified her shadows to be. Saskia's brows knitted together, nose...