Recent content by Seluria Estel'Narqua

Seluria smiles faintly to Josai. "Indeed. Perhaps this will gain some more tangible feeling than that confused clarity after one wakes from a dream. I find myself still waiting to forget the details, after what we found out." she murmured. The soft clack of a bowl being placed on the table...

After the First Snows... For many nights, the Seer had quietly reclused herself, contemplating the star she held in her hands, and the map it traced in the heavens. For with the eve of such a troubling revelation, and the proximity of the Syzygy, the ordinarily calm woman couldn't help but admit...

The Seer listens curiously as Syr Kaarle elaborates. A subtle smile starts to grow on her features, and as he finishes, she chuckles. "No, it is very satisfactory. You are, as I would put it, an unseen force within the order, my friend." she remarks, the woman taking a last bite of salmon as her...

"Aye. That is a hard thing to balance- and even I am still learning through all of it. Given enough years, I very well might handle a situation like that very differently." The Seer notes quietly. She had become a fully fledged knight only a couple seasons back, but the way her elder peers...

Even without the whispers, her head was alight with scent and sound. Feet tapping, papers shifting, quills scratching and ink dripping on paper. The Seer had been informed that it would be prudent for her to visit this Cycle's meeting about the Triennial Syzygy, and as she listened, a frown had...

Her hands wrap around the warm mug, watching the steam rise for a few moments as she quietly listens. "Sealed away in our vaults for the first. I will admit to a sore amount of temptation to destroy the tome when I got my hands on it, but scattering the amount of power contained in it could...

The Seer laughs softly, her own softly forlorn expression lightening a bit at her companion's compliment. "It seems I do- an odd trait for one of the Dusk." Seluria admits, taking another sip of the cider and letting it warm her, the taste of apples and cinnamon washing down the savory tang of...

Seluria thought quietly for a few moments, contemplating his words. "It is a rather unnerving feeling- the lack of stability." she murmurs quietly, taking another bite of salmon. "You notice more and more how things were whittled away over time. How much was lost. And yet..." her gaze wanders to...

Seluria quietly ate some vegetables as the knight voiced his own thoughts. The din of music and song and voices ebbed and flowed, slowly dying down a bit, and she nodded in agreement to his note on instinct and intuition. She had her own visceral experience with such in the Loch the first time...

"Well- considering how old our order is, we have a bountiful amount of texts on those subjects." she notes, taking a sip from her drink, and then biting into a piece of salmon. "Some are more recent, others less so, and finding different texts on the same subjects that are not just the same...

Taking much the same as he, though in smaller portions, the Seer hummed gently in response, before nodding in thanks and taking the cup offered, letting him fill it if he wished. Her eyes remained on Kaarle's as he asked the question, and the response was perhaps a tiny bit too quick- guessing...

Seluria hums, slowing to, if not a stop, a slower stride as they came to the table, picking up one of the empty plates and passing it to him first, before finding her own. "I enjoy reading and drawing myself, when I get the time." She replies easily. "I can relate to enjoying the results of your...

It seemed the party had infused much movement in their companions. Seluria stared after the others for a moment, perhaps a small, puzzled look coming to her gaze, before the pale Seer looked back to Kaarle as he spoke. She listened wordlessly, following his gestures with a scarlet gaze as warm...

The Seer watched with a burning gaze behind the cool, icy exterior of her mask, only fractionally moving down to take in the mote drifting toward her. Pale hands opened, and thin fingers carefully caught and cradled the mote of starlight, the Seer's head dipping once in a nod. And then-...

The Star seer's eyes widened behind her mask, and her frame stilled as she listened to Perremina and her tale. And not just a tale of her people, but of Seluria's. The pale woman's lips parted, then closed, then parted again- and then closed get again as she processed this. She wasn't the only...