Recent content by Svenia Albrecht

She cut a warning look to Suleiman. She could hear the rising temper, could feel the tension in the room rising. It melted a touch of her derision towards these boys - the same ones who now ranged themselves in the room in a particular manner. There were also three of them... and Suleiman was...

She didn't pull away, but neither did she speak for a long minute. When she did, it was with specters from a graveyard haunting her words. She opened her eyes, blue and milky white staring back at Aiko. "It's fine," she lied. "Most of the time I feel... nothing. I try not to think of it - it...

"Places I knew to show to others," she added with feigned lightness. Part of the falseness was brought on by dark memories. However, the chief cause was because Atticus had leaned over her shoulder to read the parchment resting in her lap. She could feel his breath on her ear and even though it...

Her eyes were already tracing the contours of one very well-made arm. Aiko's nudge broke her of her reverie, and she colored faintly as she pulled her eyes away. She found that she wanted to lay hands on the boy and wash away that unsightly mark. "At least it is only when he wants something,"...

She stopped shelving a volume and stood as still as a statue. All of the color had drained from her face. "I never called forth a flame until after bathing in them," she said. Her voice held no inflection, eyes straight forward. "Until after having to listen..." ...to her family scream as they...

"We can bask in our ignorance together, then," she said with a light laugh. She ran a brisk line through the Fountain at his request. She took in a deep breath that carried with it all the things of a city - the stink of humanity gathered in one place layered with the delightful scents of...

She did not rise to the bait, much as she wanted to. These boys were not worthy of her time or her energy. She shelved the booked she had picked up and then went to find more that needed tidying. Someone had to do it, after all. The children were too busy exercising their jaws and doing very...

"But he probably wouldn't speak of it unless it gained him something," she said. Perhaps a touch sourly. It was too nice a day to think of someone like that particular individual. Svenia did not understand how the man thought and certainly couldn't see any of those qualities in herself...

"It is helping to settle my stomach, at least," she replied. She sat at the desk and stared at the cup. The silence in the room stretched painfully long as she sat and finished the tea, staring into the middle distance. The silence did little to keep her demons at bay. Those demons had just been...

Svenia gave a sniff of disdain at the young mans' assessment. "I would suggest you do not have much experience of women, then," she said. The words practically tinkled with ice. She hadn't been smiling before, but her lips were a thin line now. She limped stiffly to a writing desk, and gathered...

"I do not think they would give us an unviable potion to try and replicate. That would defeat the purpose of trying to learn the process." She shook her head, brow scrunching in thought. "If it seems to be of some benefit to plants, we could try to experiment. Find some and intentionally infest...

It was more of a struggle to master herself than she cared to admit, but she managed it. "The lessons are fantastic," she said. But she would not speak of her own insecurities that those classes laid bare all too often. She did not like to think of the moments of lost control. The history they...

She stared a moment longer and then cast her eyes back to the drink. Poison was a thing she would never have considered. Maybe if she had been in a family that was important enough to have the kind of enemies that might do such a thing would she have. They had been far from the pinnacle of high...

She settled into the wheeled conveyance with a soft sigh. It was still an awkward set of movements with the usual complaint from tendon and bones at any movement at all. She was able to breath easier once the operation had been completed successfully. "Like a clerk's," she replied lightly...

She was quiet for a long moment before she answered. She knew that the answer was wrong because her brother had pushed and prodded and stressed over her withdrawal for months. "I... did nothing," she admitted in a small voice. She took a sip of her tea and closed her eyes. "I buried myself in...