Recent content by Skylar

Suppose demons weren't all that interesting to someone who lived with them. Skylar would notice the seemingly defensive posture that the witch took on though. The crossed arms and the lean back. Skylar leaned back in her own seat and crossed her arms too at the diversion. "I honestly do not...

South and then a port. Skylar looked at the man as he grabbed the bread and shared his travel plans, nodding her head as she listened. She herself didn’t even have that much of a plan. Ideally she was going to be heading towards a temple of Astra, but beyond that she really wouldn’t know which...

People at the temple were rarely this suspicious, though. However, given that they were the ones who had sought out the help of their clerics, it was understandable that Valthar might not have been one to trust a gift given so freely. “Indeed,” Skylar said and nodded at the man’s question...

“Not personally, no. Unless having worked with figurative ones count.” Skylar said and looked over at the old woman again. “But why keep a demon in the stove? Why not, say, a fireplace?”

The blonde woman rubbed at the back of her neck. She wanted to say hell. In fact, she wanted to say hell really bad. Yet at the same time... That wouldn't be very guest-like, would it? There was a creature in that very stove that had the power to kill Skylar quicker than most, and yet... "I...

A soft chuckle tickled against Skylar’s throat. Part of her had already forgotten that not everyone was used to such an overt use of something that was meant to be kept under control. Perhaps she just had a skewed idea of what an appropriate usage of her blessing was. Then again, she was also...

Demons did have that tendency to make Skylar uncomfortable. Perhaps they wouldn’t be doing their job if they didn’t. “Interesting.” Skylar said and turned back to look at the witch. “And you just… Keep a demon in your stove?”

“There is no need for trade.” Skylar said and slowly began to approach the man. Her hands moved in a circle before her, one hand over the other circling in opposite directions. A warm glow bathed a small area around her with light that slowly began to take the shape of a wrapped bread. A small...

Part of Skylar had to wonder if she would suffer the same fate. Living for a longer while than those around her due to who and what she was. Part of her childhood had been spent wondering about the possibility. Mother usually told her not to, the answer would show itself when she was old enough...

“I am Skylar.” Skylar said and gave the man a bow of her head out of respect. “I wasn’t looking for this place either. It must have been the will of the goddess.” A stray wind passed through the clearing before Skylar spoke again. “I too am not from here.” She spoke with a sense of curiosity...

What the witch said was true. All that was created withered and died at some point, even Skylar would suffer the same fate with time. Though the woman before Skylar was most likely far more aware of this than Skylar herself was. For a second Skylar narrowed her eyes, the glow dimmed with the...

“... and in your light, peace.” Skylar whispered and took a deep breath. The prayer came to an end. Her hands lifted from her knees as she rose from the ground. With a careful motion she lifted her hood off of her head and turned around to look at the man whose approach had hardly been left...

“Skymother Temple.” Skylar answered the woman’s question with an increasingly warm smile. “Though it has since been abandoned.” The glowing woman continued to look around the room as she took a seat on a nearby bench. As she came to rest she finally found it possible to see again. Skylar’s eyes...

How peculiar, Skylar thought. There were items everywhere meant to have some function or the other. Faces looked at her and Skylar gave them each a glance trying to discern whether or not they were actually looking at her or if it was an illusion. Her focus was broken however as the homeowner...

Apprehension. Skylar looked at the door that opened and the traces of light from a fireplace. No one was in the door frame but it opened regardless. She was not one to let the kindness of strangers go unrewarded, but the lack of anyone standing there surprised her to no small amount. With one...