Recent content by Syr Cydonia

Grinning, doggish, Cydonia leaned heavy into Petra's hand. Her cheeks squished up against the other woman's fingers. "Careful what you ask for!" she hummed, cheerful. Standing up straighter, she took one step backwards, and spun to face away from Petra. Waving the borrowed sash over her head...

Work has been crazy with a bunch of holiday shows going on, plus we are traveling soon. I'll check in when I can, but bees posts will be scarce the next 7-10 business days. See you guys on the new year~

Petra wasted no time in shifting her attentions to Cydonia, cooing over her. The compliments plied would have sat better with Cyd, had she been the one to pick out her ensemble. As it stood, she faltered under Petra's enthusiasm, eyes hardening even as she kept her smile up. Tradition dictated...

Upper Branches District, earlier in the night... Somewhere in the Upper Branches district, an entourage of finely dressed elves filed neatly out of one of the high-domed buildings. Grey moon faces, with hair rolled into silky buns and necks arched proudly, looked down upon the festivities with...

The Festival of Lights In the city of the moon elves, Illun Serath. The city sits at the source of the Sayve and Bystra rivers, in the foothills of the Spine. The denizens of the city, called moon elves by most, are distant kin to the nocturnal elves of the East, come from the same ancient...

Was she satisfied with his answer? A smile on her face, Cydonia beckoned to the man. "Come on, then." She turned her back to him, and went on her way. The scruffy guy at the sweets stand greeted them with a grunt. It didn't take Cyd as long to pick out her deserts the second time around. She...

They were both standing. Cyd held her ground as Faramund began to step near her, then further away. She cast her eyes downward when he struck his pose, cheeks still flush but cooling. "I see Faramund, the only one I've ever known," she said softly in response. Perhaps too softly to be heard...

It was expected that Faramund wouldn't take the news - an accusation, more like - gracefully. Still, she didn't like being snapped at. Cydonia's cheeks puffed out even rounder than usual, as Faramund held up a silencing hand against her. Cydonia's hands came unclasped, and it became clear that...

There weren't tears in Cyd's eyes, and if there were it was only a passing inconvenience. The smoke of the bonfire, blown her way for a moment, stinging. She felt claws brush against her cheeks, a gentle prompting from Petra. At the touch, Cyd's face twisted up into a funny expression - her...

"Forget the Seer for a moment. Forget Lord Renkalk and his hopes for the future. Just... tell me what's on your mind." Cyd's sullen gaze only deepened. A tightness formed in her chest, which kept her from answering Faramund's good will right away. She sought to loosen it by sliding off the hay...

Good thing young Hector was diligent in his studies of the healing arts. As they rested a moment at the edge of town, Cyd flexed her bandaged hand, grateful for the continued use of her fingers. She glanced at the squire. If they had been closer to home, if the circumstances were less dire, she...

Deep in thought, Cyd followed Faramund out of the tent with a hazy dislodgement from her surroundings. She chewed at her lower lip, eyes cast down. The last flutterings of daylight did not reach her, the cool air brushed her cheeks and got nary a hair raised in return. There were two...

A tap on her shoulder, and Cyd turned round with wide eyes and pert smile. But then a swell of something like grief hit her, when Petra spoke. The warmth in her eyes bled away, and they became once more a distant blue, untouched by the fire. "I'll warn you, I'm a big mope this time of year."...

"Am I a siren now?" Petra whispered, fang-grin, in her ear. A smile in response split across Cydonia's face, soft and wild. She leaned into the brush of hands that draped the colorful sash around her shoulders. "Take me to the ocean, so that I could drown for you," Cyd cooed up at the taller...

Awash in the fire's light, Cydonia danced with the other revelers. Well, she didn't dance so much as skip and weave from one partner to the next. Where ever she went, she quickening rhythms and heartbeats, urging her partners to pick up their feet, before flitting to the next group who looked...