Recent content by Stella

For a fleeting moment, the look of quiet and regal pride implanted itself upon the human face of the Guardian of Wisdom. She smiled, briefly, with an expression that held a detached warmth for the past. The tea arrived shortly after Hazanko's name entered her ears, and she watched him closely...

Hm. It had been some time since she'd shared intellectual exchange of culture with another. Longer still with one from a land, people, and history she was intimately familiar with. A strange sensation settled into her chest, at once warm and yet sparking for something once loved and then lost...

Mirrors exchanged for scars that glimmered like silver veins deep beneath the earth. Stella had seen those veins with her own eyes, burrowing down into the heart of a mountain. To her own eyes, beholden of the innate magic within her blood, they appeared with a faint glow of ether and she smiled...

"Yes, that is I," she replied, boredom slipping into her tone, "event etiquette would demand that title remain behind sealed lips, but societal protocol exists in opposition." Hired help not addressing the Guardians with their honorary title? Grounds for expulsion from their position within...

"Good," the woman replied curtly while the man bowed once again, "this way." Ignorant to the seeking and finding of her personnage elsewhere among the crowds, Stella moved to lead off and away from the main hall where far too many people mingled with far too many eyes. Where she meant to go...

Flatterer. Her kind often luxuriated in such things and even Stella could admit to finding some amount of pleasure in it, but neither gilded objects nor words truly won her favor. Were Solomon Regis standing there he might've commented on such things. Alas, he was off fulfilling his duties as a...

Stella would not say she had ever discovered a brand of gossip she liked to endure, though that did not necessarily translate to finding some gossip without use or relevance. It was less the idea of it and more the necessity of socializing that put her off - a chronic conditioning toward a...

She'd engaged in the third conversation of the evening, quietly suffering the common prattle of what must have been the dozenth warrior in attendance and their many conquests on the battlefields beyond the city. Stella had to actively remind herself to blink, to nod, to change her emotive...

Were it not for her current task of uncovering the truth behind the poisoning of Lale Carvyre's father, Stella would not even be present for the festival and gala. She'd attended only once before, in her first year standing as a Guardian. Ceremonial only in showing that a dragon could be as...

"Mmm, yes," Stella agreed, her eyes narrowing faintly at him over a thin smile, the pupils slitting, "I await your repayment with great anticipation." Generous she may be with her care and patience, Stella was still a dragon and a dragon's services never came free. Solomon was quite familiar...

It seemed Lale had called for her time simply to hear herself speak rather than hear the words of others. A common tactic of youth where they believed that their words held more power than they actually did. Perhaps it worked with those of weaker willed minds, but Stella found herself bored of...

"Indeed," Stella agreed with the man about a dragon being otherwise powerless against the people where lighting the entire city on fire was not concerned. Not that she had ever considered such a thing - she was a civilized dragon, not a savage beast of yore. She took her time examining the man...

"Subjected?" Stella echoed, blinking in a rare but mild display of emotion that conveyed of offense and alarm, "Miss Carvyre, none of the Guardians are subjected to the stones. Those who serve do so of their own willing accord with ample preparation and knowledge of and for the sacrifices they...

It was the volume of the words that aroused her attention and not the lack of title preceding her name. Titles held no tangible meaning to Stella whereas the failure to honor the quiet of the library meant quite a lot. Librarys were sacred places of learning, to be respected and revered...

One such Guardian that did not often make extended stays at the Tower could be found in the Library. It, of all the places here, was the one place most relevant to she and her endeavors. Keeping to herself as she was want to do, Stella made no plan nor plot for an intersection of her day with...