Recent content by Shiloh Albright

“Show off. I thought you said you lacked familiarity with this kind of stuff?” Shiloh was quick to huff out, crossing her arms over her chest so she could glower at Santiago as he smiled wide for her. For a moment, her heart betrayed her, the steady tempo quickening, threatening to make her...

The feline familiar wasn’t partial to the skinny human they had continued to cross paths with for the past ten years, and as fate would have it, the cat itself was a fickle thing. It wasn’t partial to Santiago either, but it was partial towards one thing in particular, mischief. So it readied...

“Don’t help him!” Shiloh protested once more but Mr. Sneezy could hardly care her personal shit-scooper’s complaining. Another flicker of her ears and Shiloh had her answer. The black cat went to circle around Santiago and the frog, inspecting the two of them with the sort of interested...

Her head raised up, her dark eyes were wide with good-natured humor. “When I lose?” She asked, a hint of laughter in her voice even though she tried to sound appalled by such a statement. Shiloh scoffed, rolling her shoulders back as if adding a spell to a frog was the same as menial labor...

“A wager, you say,” Shiloh said, a devilish look in her eyes. She looked over her shoulder back at Santi. Mr. Sneezy, that traitor, had trotted her happy, furry self to Santiago. The cat chittered for attention, rubbing her cheek against Santiago’s calf. Shiloh tried not to look jealous or...

The group of young men were enthralled by the display of magic, something so simple and yet still extraordinary. They turned to look at one another, then back to the two newcomers before looking amongst themselves again. Shiloh was grinning at Santi’s inclination to participate in her little...

Her dark brows raised in momentary surprise as he took her hand once more, bowing like she had yet his gesture inherently held refinement despite his bemused grin. Shiloh straightened, tilting her head as she looked up into his eyes. With a gentle squeeze to Santiago’s warm hand, she decided...

“My parents don’t like gambling. My mother specifically told me how low class frog racing was and not to do it. But whenever someone tells me not to do something, I end up wanting to do it a lot more than I did before. So I do it and consequences be damned.” Shiloh had no idea that Santiago had...

Shiloh gave her biggest grin, dark eyes alight with mirth and mischief. With a gentle squeeze, she began to lead Santiago. No one could blame her for wanting to hold onto the hand of a pretty boy like Santiago. She really hoped that this time her hands wouldn’t get clammy from her nerves, so...

She followed after Santiago’s unspoken idea, getting up herself. She didn’t care about stains. Shiloh never did her own laundry, that was on Ina, the in-house maid. It was a luxury that few had, it was also a luxury that Shiloh wouldn’t appreciate until she had to start doing her own laundry...

Santiago suited him better than Pretty Boy did. She was glad to finally put a name to his face. Heat crawled to her cheeks. He was a student at the College? It was just her luck to somehow get tangled up with College student. Yet he didn’t regard her with disgust. It meant he didn’t know of her...

Mr. Sneezy purred as compliment. She was proud of the man’s assessment. Usually everyone thought she was a pet. And a male. She didn’t have the time to explain to everyone that Shiloh was foolish and stubborn. They often would find out for themselves soon enough. “Because….” Shiloh trailed off...

“Because we were being chased.” Shiloh responded fast, inhaling deeply soon after. “She was being chased.” Mr. Sneezy corrected. “You were just dumb enough to get caught up in it.” The cat shared a silent exchange with Shiloh. Elbion’s greatest delinquent huffed and turned her head from the...

Shiloh regarded the brooch with unblemished curiosity, rubbing her thumb over the insignia to make sure it wouldn’t fall apart by the slightest touch. Vardan was correct: she would need to crush it with her heel. Putting the brooch into a pocket, she fidgeted for a moment before finding the tin...

Pitch black eyes regarded Vardan with a hint of suspicion that was soon gone from his words to only quickly narrow in indigence at his insult stated as fact. Before she could even try to come up with something witty, the man— lich? Mr. Sneezy was never wrong in her assessment of things— held...