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Under the impression that it was just as much of an order as it was a friendly suggestion by the smiling Saskia, Sitra had found an inconspicuous looking cosmos nearby; its lavender and white petals blending in rather nicely with the myriad of spring flowers that dotted the field around the...

Honestly, the only thing that Sitra was better at than demurring was knowing when others were guilty of doing the same; there was something to the way that Petra had looked at her then, deftly sidestepping the squire's question so that she could instead nudge Sitra towards the bucket containing...

Sitra had slowed her own stride to match the knight's pace almost without realizing, and only when Isander stopped completely had she looked up at him; her eyes reflecting the same relief that fell from her labored lips. He wasn't alone in needing a break - that was much clear - and she made it...

The rumbling disagreement from their third companion inexplicitly put the squire a little more at ease; her features softening into something resembling an actual smile this time around, and she proceeded to make a face of wry amusement at the lighthearted banter directed at Norvyk. Sitra had...

Nobody ever liked being caught when they thought themselves unnoticed, least of all Sitra who had considered herself rather discrete. But whatever brief flicker of panic that might've flashed in her eyes was promptly smothered beneath a serene smile and a careful, polite nod. As flighty and...

To someone that preferred silence above all else, the stifling confines of the dormitories with its myriad of unfamiliar faces and voices was as close to torture as she could tolerate, at times. Never mind the fact that she was one of the few squires with the luxury of possessing her own...

When Isander admitted to his own inexperience with hunting, Sitra had simply nodded and made a noise of understanding. After all, there was no point in complaining or chiding him over the fact without sounding churlish, and for some reason she did not think it wise to be reprimanding someone...

Sitra's expression had softened after Bebin's admission of wanting to return to the Seret Mountains. It wasn't lost on her that the question she had asked of her cousin touched on something a little more personal. And she could not tell if that wistful gaze upon the horizon was one of...

Sitra allowed herself to be drawn into the rhythm and flow of the exercise. It was like a dance that only she could hear, and she was more than content to permit each subsequent strike from her practice sword to fill in the space between the relative silence of the sparring yard; there were very...

Sitra felt a little wave of relief wash over her as her cousin had let her finish without interruption, and had not criticized her for the non-answer just as he hadn't bothered to make further inquiries about the earlier words she had spoken. That was good; she had no intention of elaborating on...

The words Bebin had spoken were meticulously listened to and considered by his cousin, and Sitra had nodded in return when he'd finished. Although she remained otherwise quiet; if her expression was anything to go by, it was clear that at least a little bit of her attention was reserved for the...

The last few weeks were almost impossible for the squire next to Isander to describe in detail, as if everything was happening all at once and her memory was a book whose pages were all out of order. She was rarely given the opportunity to stop and reflect; to find in that book where she'd last...

Sitra mulled over what was said with that same look of quiet, introspective seriousness as before; something that most people in Astenvale would have gotten accustomed to by this point. That was, only if they happened to share more than a precious few words with the young woman, but those words...

There was always something happening in the Monastery, at least for the uninitiated. Tasks to either prove their worth or their humility. Normally it was some flavour of menial, mindless busywork that sent the squires scrabbling for brooms or cooking pots or bundles of firewood. And of course...

Sitra watched and listened as the conversation flowed about her like a river; sometimes it was as swift as any rapids, while other times it trickled with the leisure of a brook that wandered and weaved aimlessly between mossy stones. No matter which it was, she was happily content to let the...