Recent content by Seteta

Nailah was relieved to see Chaceledon step through the door, but his weariness was evident. He hadn't eaten enough the day before, and she doubted he'd eaten breakfast before he flew back to the temple. Seteta was worried, but also enjoying seeing Rheinhard relax with one of his friends. "Ausar...

"In my time, we didn't burn our dead," Nailah said as she hauled out canisters of dried chickpeas and lentils and roasted peanuts. She prodded Seteta's memories for a moment. "You have Persian to blame for that, partially. We were unwilling to leave our dead exposed on the sands as we fled from...

Nailah scowled and attempted to dodge the potato. "Eggs are coffins?" she almost howled with laughter. What in the blazing sands kind of fae nonsense is that? she thought silently. "I have been a mother, though my children are dead for millennia now," she said. "But I'll allow you that Seteta...

"You could have said so," Nailah snapped right back. "But coffee and fruit and potatoes is not enough to sustain me. Eggs aren't dead flesh, though, and neither is cheese or milk." She gave him an expectant look, waiting an explanation about why she couldn't crack eggs and could only eat plant...

"I did have parents," Nailah snorted. "But my affections were as much a business transaction as anything else. Whatever I had that could be used to further the Empire's interests was expected to be used..." She had been the dutiful daughter and heir, only loving Amphetrion from a distance until...

"I will never use you," Nailah swore, but it was Seteta's vow as well. "Not like Joseph's lover used him, by the sound of things. If I need something from you, I will ask, not manipulate." She couldn't help the blush that warmed her face when he kissed her hand, and Seteta's relief was...

Nailah tried not to listen to the conversation down below, but with the place so empty and quiet it was hard not too. She barely moved when Chaceledon entered the room, only opening her eyes to watch him as he warmed the water. "Thank you," she whispered, sinking a little deeper into the water...

"Do not apologize," Nailah snapped at Chaceledon, though she visibly flinched at the... rest of his words. "We are not the ones being rude here." Nailah's mouth tightened as she looked back at Joseph. "You have no idea what I have loved and lost and given up to have this one chance to bring my...

"A hard time and a delay are two different things," Nailah chuckled. "Sete--I finds some pleasure in irritating Persian. And it's not a girl that frightens him, but rather a queen reborn." Nailah gave the bartender an appreciative smile, and eagerly picked up a bowl of rice and started topping...

Nailah laughed softly. "I don't think Chaceledon would have proposed if Rheinhard hadn't approved of our relationship, no matter how much he loves me," she said with a smile. "And well... Persian might have a hard time with the next... Auction." Glimmers of Seteta's memories of the most recent...

"He has," Nailah said quietly, letting Seteta's memories push to the surface. "Sete-- I freed both the dragon and Rheinhard from Oor. I was Steward of the Well for a time until... circumstances necessitated that it be passed to someone else. My father controls it now." She quirked a smile...

Nailah scowled and pushed her cup of tea away after it was... doctored. "You know Rheinhard Volker?" she asked plainly. "I'm... somewhat like him right now, just the circumstances are vastly different. But I'm also recovering from a concussion. So I won't be drinking alcohol of any kind right...

Nailah sighed and held back a scowl. "I'll try," she told Chaceledon wearily, mentally prodding at Seteta for advice for... softening someone up, but the girl had no helpful information for her. She stepped away as Chaceledon went to find someone to help him, and at least she had no problem...

Nailah followed him into the first bar, frowning as she looked around. They said this Joseph was a shape shifter, so she wasn't sure how having his physical description would help. They didn't have any luck at the first place, or even the second or third. The streets were becoming more and more...

Nailah murmured a quiet farewell to Persian, and waited silently as Chaceledon disrobed and shifted. She said nothing as he reached up to remove hairpins out of habit, glancing away whenever he seemed embarrassed. "Your hair will grow back," she said gently as he bent down for her. "I know it...