"Mine are only neat through long practice," she said. "I find it calming to write, anyway." The realm of the familiar stretching back to when she had first even learned how to form her letters. The memory of stern taskmasters chiding her for sloppiness or haste stayed with her all of the years...
"I've been distracted," she said absently. She did not elaborate further on that, only nodding once to his offer. "I can transcribe your notes quicker. Besides, it would be rude to make you work on behalf of my inattention."
She grinned at the tone of his voice at the admission. She herself was...
Sharp wit could not compete with sharp pain. She nodded back to Suleiman with a drawn face, and turned to look at the last remaining combatant with a certain amount of dread. She was unsure if she could do much more to help the so-called sandborn fighter.
Was probably a moot point, in any case...
She managed to get to her feet with a herculean effort. Every shift of her body brought pain, every breath brought agony. "I..," she tried to say and paled further. She could not stand straight without bright stars exploding across her eyes. "No. He... he hurt me... pretty badly," she admitted...
"I must confess my history is limited in some ways," she said. "I may not have paid as much attention as I should have to the tutors when they spoke of far-away places and the ancient tragedy and triumph that haunted them."
Of course, he spoke of battle. There were other wars that raged in...
Barach turned at the last second to give Suleiman a wicked grin. It didn't stop his forward momentum. For her part, Svenia tried to roll away.
Unsuccessfully.
The blow landed with a muffled crunch and woosh of all of her breath leaving her at once. The heat and greasy feel of magic winked out...
She didn't react to the obvious threat fast enough. Striking a lady wasn't a thing that a sensible person would do unless provoked. At the last moment, when it became clear what his intention was, she tried to step back.
Failed to get clear, and wound up on the floor with blood pouring from her...
She nodded amiably. "Sounds like home to me. Alliria has representation from nearly every race across the world. We do not turn away anyone." So long as they had coin to spend and didn't get up to too much mischief. That thought neatly glossed over the trouble with crime in the city - a problem...
"That is..."
Terrible. She didn't say the word but she felt it reverberate through her being. The statement shed light on a world that Svenia could not even begin to understand. The highborn of Alliria were not precisely peaceful among themselves, but murder and assassination were - on the...
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...
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