Recent content by Srivani

Srivani’s expression brightened the moment Petrus mentioned music, like an ember catching on a long-awaited breath of air. The corners of her lips curled upward in quiet wonder, and she followed when he moved, bare feet soft against the polished floor. Her clothing was a curious contradiction...

Srivani’s breath caught softly as he pulled her closer, and again as the amber light bled from his ring and warmth spread through her wrists. Her eyes went wide with wonder, the sensation was unlike any flame she’d ever known. It wasn’t the searing heat of her own fire, nor the biting sting of...

Srivani stood motionless for a long moment after Petrus finished speaking, her eyes flicking between his outstretched hand and Virdalia’s calm, expectant expression. Her pulse thudded in her ears, a quiet storm of thought behind her eyes. The word home echoed in her mind like a foreign sound...

Srivani’s eyes followed the silver-eyed woman as she entered, her posture drawing straighter as though some instinct told her she should. There was something in the woman’s presence, a steadiness, a quiet power, that drew her attention as much as Petrus’s words did. Her gaze shifted between...

Her body went rigid when his hand came so close as to brush her cheek, every muscle tensed for the strike or grip she had expected, but neither came. Instead, she found herself staring up at him, golden eyes wide, hesitant, searching for the cruelty she had known so often before. The offered...

Must I? Her breath caught at his words, panic flashing across her face before she could smother it. For the smallest moment, hope trembled through her like a fragile flame, and she gave a quick, insistent little nod, naïve, desperate, as though her answer alone might sway him. But then he...

Her chest rose and fell quickly, pulse still hammering from her capture, from the cold that had seeped into her skin where frost had smothered her flames. Her fiery hair bristled with static heat she could not summon, and her gold eyes glinted sharply at the departing spell sword. A quiet hiss...

It was difficult not to be distrusting when she'd been a slave for so long, and when so many sought to take her recently found freedom from her. They wanted to exploit her abilities for coin or entertainment, or sell her off to the highest bidder. The Genasi was a rare and fascinating little...

Srivani remained the picture of defiance as they trundled along the road on the half wrecked wagon. She turned as much as she could to keep her back to him, her arms were tightly folded across her chest and her silence was firmly held. She had grown so used to the absence of voices that she...

Srivani clenched her jaw as she mentally kicked herself for allowing the word to spill from her lips. Still, the little honesty had at least earned her freedom from those cuffs, and the endless flame that ran in her veins was once again free to unleash itself. Srivani had never harmed a soul...

'They do so in the name of Oban' she muttered bitterly. The sensation of trying to move and being quite unable was the most disgusting thing she had ever felt in her life, like the feeling when an arm or leg falls asleep and starts to wake back up. She winced as she was pulled to her feet and...

He had no idea how much she wanted to believe that, but her name had thus far only caused her trouble. Men and their greed had only ever landed her in cages. She wasn't going anywhere right now, and acceptance softened the fear in her expression to something more sombre.. "Why is name...

Whatever that had struck her may not have hurt, but one second she was running at full speed and the next her limbs simply stopped working and momentum rolled her several feet over the rough ground and she cried out as it tore into her skin. The girl grimaced and groaned as the pain settled in...

"Dang-rous?!" her brows shot up and her finger pointed at him in a jab. "You are the dang-rous. And, and this one." she pointed at the unconscious man, her eyes tearing up with the rage that burned under her skin. Srivani could have been dangerous, many men had wanted to use her in such ways...

The bound girl recoiled slightly at the sight of the dagger, but even if he had been about to open her throat there was little more she could do than to brace for the inevitability of death. Thankfully, the man hadn't thought to murder her where she sat, and her tension loosened along with her...