Recent content by Srivani

Another compliment, offered so easily, had warmth blooming across her cheeks before she could stop it. Srivani ducked her head slightly, lashes lowering shyly, fingers tightening just a touch where they rested against the reins. Formalities, she told herself. Kind words, nothing more. At the...

Srivani slowed her descent as her amber gaze fell upon the knight, her hands clasped tightly together at her waist, her steps faltering just a little. How small she felt, when he was all steel and shadow and gold, so tall, so solid and formidable. Her chin dipped instinctively, gaze skirting the...

The room that Petrus had given her still felt unreal. The tower chamber was elegant in a way she had no words for, arched windows opening out over Alliria’s endless sprawl of rooftops and sunlit streets that glittered with lanternlight at night. Silken drapes stirred with a gentle breeze...

Srivani followed the pair quietly, her eyes drinking in every inch of her new surroundings. The courtyard they entered took her breath away, the sweep of flowers and greenery, the trickle of the fountain, the sky above. For one who had spent so long confined, it was a welcome sight to have such...

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...