Recent content by Suleiman Askari

Gorm eyed Suleiman harshly, taking a step forward and crossing his big arms as he did. He just shook his head, dissuading Suleiman from getting any closer to Marcurio. It worked for now. I never called forth a flame until after bathing in them... Suleiman glanced toward Svenia with undeniable...

"The bird sings, and none listen," said Barach lowly, casting a hateful glance toward Svenia—betraying his own acknowledgement of what she had said, if nothing else. Suleiman, meanwhile, turned in his seat at the table to more directly face the three others. He pinched his eyes shut as if in a...

"Ohhhhhhh," Suleiman said as Aiko and Svenia conversed. Oops. Man, he could have sworn Yuebing and Aiko were roommates. Then again, he got little things like that mixed up all the time—and him hearing of it via secondhand information didn't help. Ah well, mistakes had a knack for making him...

Suleiman was for the moment ignored. After Svenia gave her icy response, Marcurio let it linger in the air for a second, smirking all the while, before glancing back over his shoulder to his companions and saying simply, "See?" Both Barach and Gorm let out hearty laughs, almost as if such was...

Suleiman, before Marcurio gave his response, had a small aside to himself: research? Oh wow, Svenia was already doing research? Marcurio then gave a huff of a laugh and said, "Mischief? Hardly. I'm afraid the truth is rather more simple than that." He smirked and shrugged. "Why, it's only that...

Aiko seemed to take what he said as jest, but it was true! He really did blow all the air out of his room—and it was probably a good thing his roommate wasn't in there at the time. Svenia had her say, laughing herself to tears as it were, and Suleiman took full advantage. He thrust both his...

She wasn't mad about it, so that was a relief. Talk about starting off on the wrong foot if that had been the case, huh? A nice chat instantly ruined because a little spilled juice a few days ago. He'd, uh...just have to keep in mind that while Keeper Yulia, when unrankled, was pleasant to talk...

"You're a pal," said Suleiman to Atticus. And he was. Always there for you, Atticus, hence why he was so vexed about not having brought a chair for Svenia. He was probably still kicking himself over that, neatly explaining the spot of sullenness that had come over him. Suleiman, like the...

Suleiman sucked his teeth as they walked, and he grimaced as though struck, trying and mostly failing to hold his embarrassment at bay. Now, if it had been just him getting wrangled into this, no problem. No problem. He made a mess, and he would pay for that mess. But for Svenia to get caught in...

"It is. Twelve flights." Suleiman clucked his tongue, and though his lips puckered he held back a grin. "I'm kidding. Keeper Yulia is usually at the Central Round Desk." And indeed she was. The Grand Library opened up before them as they approached the Round Desk; the ceiling leapt up, up...

WHAP. Suleiman, even though he saw Aiko coming, did not see her slap coming. He was stunned for a second, blinked, genuinely confused, and then Svenia scolded him in turn, rather with her words than with her hand. "Whaaaaat? What's wrong with a little joke?" And then more quietly to himself...

The list of ingredients, expertly recited by Svenia, went mostly over Suleiman's head (confirming, as it so happened, the former's general rule of the latter). She wasn't looking at him, not directly, but still Suleiman—in all the manner of a man desperately feigning knowledge of a subject—had...

So the challenge from Aiko was on, then, to learn everyone's tastes before the gift-giving season. And did she say she intended to gift him a drink too? Excellent! That was the spirit. And, honestly, after a long season of studies, what gift could be better to relax and unwind? Cherry blossoms...

How could he not put his guilt on display when Svenia mentioned plans and procrastination; Suleiman's brows rose and he raked his teeth across his bottom lip, casually letting his eyes wander until she posited a meet within an hour's time. "Sounds good to me," said Suleiman, already in motion...

A small compliment from Svenia, but Suleiman figured, hey, why not take it? Blowing out and relighting a candle with magic wasn't terribly impressive, but that's why he was here—to learn and to get better. He recalled some wisdom overheard from an itinerant mercenary, a man of many scars but...