Recent content by Talorgan

"Cathán." Talorgan offered a respectful bow to the dragon. Even though the dragon was blind, it was still right to do so. Walking with Faye's head resting lightly against his shoulder had been both utterly delightful and painful torture at the same time. Her question felt like it was weight...

"She does have a good eye though," Talorgan added. She had settled somewhat, spending time working on her trade. It was important to her. Was he just a distraction to her profession? "I would just pick those that gran my attention," Talorgan said. "But I'm sure people with sense take the...

"A favourite place?" The slightest still of her hands told a story of its own. She wanted to keep him at arms length. She didn't want to make this courting real. She was making this decision in spite of herself. Talorgan didn't want to accept it, but he needed to know what her reasons were...

His gaze lingered on her. still unsure whether her retreat was out of fear or something deeper. Did she want to run, or was she afraid to stand still? He couldn't live inside her head. It struck him, rather suddenly. He made such blunt confessions but did he know her that well? If he didn't...

Okay That was strange. That had definitely been strange. Talorgan was pulled into her wake. He wasn't left to stand and gawp and think. He felt the jolt of words unsaid and longing unspoken as Faye pulled ahead. His hand lingered in hers, warmth searing through his fingertips. “Opals,” he...

He felt small for a moment. She set out the rules, as she had done before. For a moment, he almost laughed. Not at Faye but at the cruelty of her offer. To be given the choice of masks two masks, when all he wanted was to understand the truth of what he felt He leaned closer as the crowd...

A part of him had hoped that she might backtrack past his question about opals. She didn't. Talorgan could only assume she regretted mixing such activities with their fake courting. He told himself that he could simply value their friendship. If he repeated that enough times, perhaps it would...

The lantern light caught in her hair as she moved beside him, laughter and voices from the festival swirling around them. To anyone else they must have looked the picture of ease. It was a courtship painted in practiced strokes. But Talorgan felt every heartbeat out of step, every word unsaid...

I suppose That hurt a little. It was acknowledging and dismissing what had happened in two short words. "Of course," Talorgan replied. "No more distractions." A lump welled in his throat, but he pushed it back down. He told himself that this was better. He'd always wanted to see one of...

"I'm offended you feel well rested already," Talorgan replied. In fact, it was the 'play pretend' remark that struck him. He didn't know how he felt. Talorgan was still working that out. The intensity with which he had needed her went beyond lust. At least he enjoyed seeing some people...

Talorgan felt a twist deep in his gut. It was two conflicting feelings stirring up into a storm. He didn't understand his own feelings so he didn't know how to express them. He smiled back at Faye. They were one another's shields in the arena of public perception. He had gone from fearing...

Faye Valimir Talorgan hadn't remained in the city for a period of weeks for a long time. He'd taken Biersys out for a trip in the morning to stretch her wings. He had spent some time thinking. After the dance he had spent the night with Faye. Theirs was supposed to be a fake courting, even...

She was open an honest with him, even as he felt her sidestep the question. They hadn't even known each other that long, he reminded himself. After the way many noble families had tried to take ownership of her trade and skills, she had been brave - and a little drunk - to show him the cellar...

The act was once again put before the crowd by two actors very close to their roles. He wouldn't have known how to pretend to look at someone as if he wanted them. She was beautiful and suddenly he could feel the way she moved with him. "I'm going to have you tonight?" he whispered. There...

"But of course," he said politely. The last song came to an end with a little flourish on the drum. The rebec player started a little interlude for people to get ready for the next number. Talorgan took Faye's hand. He glanced down at it and smiled. She had taken over his thoughts since her...