Recent content by Svenia Albrecht

What a marvelous smile. She couldn't help but match it with her own, even if she couldn't look the boy directly in the eye. Which was a shame - with such fair features and earnest personality, she could probably stare for far too long. "A mercantile empire," she murmured. "With the wealth of...

"I did say that," she agreed. "I've never had more than a glass, though. It is quite expensive." That, and she had not been allowed more. Papa had been quite adamant that such things as that were for the flavor and the company and not for the purpose of losing track of one's mind. The breeze...

"I would quite like that," she said. "It would be better if I had someone along with me that knew the way, though. I am really not familiar with Elbion at all." That wasn't entirely true, of course. She had been out and about a little since her arrival. It was just that the young man's company...

She nodded her head in acquiescence of her offer of gifts and filed it away for later. If she decided she wished to do this thing for him - or anyone else - then she would. That was a thing for a different time and possibly a different conversation. Regardless, she felt a certain sorrow at the...

"More than I could do with a candle," she said. It was a lie, of course - a lie to him, and to herself. The idea of the flames burning beneath her skin - looking for a way out - would have made her quail in fear if she aacknowledged it. Better to avoid that whole conversation. "We all have a...

"Good might be an overstatement," she said mildly. "I've been tutored in the basics. Mother was a natural talent. She said I had the potential to surpass her." The talent to heal would not be a source of wealth but then, not everything needed to be in the pursuit of money. Ma had only used that...

"I simply meant most would find someone who can take a ledger and market reports and squeeze a profit out of it somehow might not be very interesting," she said. But she was pleased by his words regardless, her smile a warm glow at the kindness received. "Still, it is a rare talent to be able...

"Thank you," she said with a genuine smile. She reached into the folds of her skirt where she kept a slim back with her personal affects and withdrew a similar card. It was dog-eared and crinkled but still quite readable. She did not carry a purse for the simple fact that she already burdened...

"No need to be shy about it," she said brightly. "I am sure you are a natural talent." She seemed to relax a little more. Being in the company of such a pleasant young man was... nice. She made a silent vow to herself that she would get him the supplies he had left back at home. Maybe for his...

"And a friendly snowball, too," Svenia added with her own giggle of mischief. She eyed Suleiman and had to suppress another giggle at his discomfiture. She couldn't imagine not having seen snow herself, but then Alliria got it from time to time. She tried not to get under Aiko's feet as she...

"An artist?" There was a hint of piqued interest there. She herself had no natural talent with such things. She'd had numbers and manifests and law and all manner of other practical things force-fed to her since she was old enough to talk. Papa had been liberal with his teachings, after all...

She was silent a moment and then nodded slightly. She didn't look best pleased to admit it aloud, but honest questions and honest opinions given deserved like in turn. Her father had always told her to deal fairly with people that dealt fairly with her. "Yes," she said. "I am...disfigured...

She relaxed as he put the stoker away and moved from the hearth. In truth, she would have rather had it put out. Whole world didn't revolve around her, though. "There is no need to apologize," she said earnestly. She felt a twist in her chest at discomfiting him over something that shouldn't be...

She turned at Atticus' call with a feeling of relief that she wouldn't have to pry information out of anyone or call any more attention to herself than she already had. The feeling was short-lived, though; she followed the young man with her eyes as he went to the last of the bottles awaiting...

Damn, damn, damn! Every nerve on the left side of her body was aflame by the time she managed to stumble through the door into the classroom. She'd earned a tsk of disapproval from the professor overseeing the class heading the other way. She was too winded and wound up to bother offering...