Recent content by Vaer Nhimei

Some things were made only to be witnessed once. When Favashi tipped her faithful's chin upward, Vaer felt the air strain, stretched thin as power surged from between. It was controlled, precise, perfect, and his entire being – mind, body, and spirit – thrummed. It happened as quickly as...

The soldiers parted for him like a school of fish for a shark. There was little room for them to escape, however. Pushed back against their peers, their fear and confusion made the first few simple prey. There was no challenge in it. They cried out in fear for loved ones, for their companions...

On the short list of things that fae were just as susceptible to as mortals was the urge to pet a dog. Being a dog, Vaer always welcomed it. He was, after all, totally and completely pettable. His deep ebony coat was silky and parted easily between her fingers. They were off before he could...

If his tail was out, it would be wagging. He began to consider how brave he was, how often he dared ask to visit Favashi to read from her book collection. He stood politely to bid her farewell, then sat back down to finish his breakfast. He made a short trip to the armory, as she suggested, and...

She slid the pastries closer and he obliged, plucking another from the tray. It depends on the leys. Ah, what a mysterious reply. He wouldn’t indulge her by looking alarmed, even if he was slightly nervous. The duanann moved so damn quickly through the ley lines. Black shucks had a...

There it was again – that far-off look she’d had yesterday. A pinch formed between Vaer’s brows in the moment she paused between his question and her answer. It reminded him of something, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He brushed it off as Favashi daydreaming about gore and...

A good gamble. Her amusement pleased him as it was far preferable to any more smouldering. Satisfied he had deflected last night's errors, he took up another pastry. This one was a little tart with an odd undertone he couldn’t quite place. He frowned momentarily and set down the remainder of the...

Favashi offering sober counterarguments? She had been utterly rapt by his story, but he had a difficult time reading her now. Vaer gave her a measuring look, ultimately deciding she was being as forthright as he had been. What a subject to be frank on, at that. Vaer had chased down quarry that...

"Very creative. I'll improvise, then." Vaer took a bite of a pastry to briefly give his face a task while she looked at him like that. It helped. Sort of. No, it didn't. "Most do – when they have the time. Though it is never to me. The breath would be wasted on my name, even if it did have...

For once he wasn't that surprised. This was more in the vein of what he had expected to do on this trip. He doubted Favashi had much interest in hunting game, given what he knew about her. An animal, as she said, posed little challenge to one of her ilk, to one of his. It didn't think, didn't...

He listened studiously to what she said while his eyes scanned the garden. There was such a variety. He recalled the globe she had shown him yesterday, all the books in the library. Once more he felt a twinge of yearning. All the time, all the things she had learned and the places she had seen...

“No, thank you,” he chuckled, stirring his sugar with tea and then sipping it to make sure it was to his liking. Vaer sat back for a moment, contemplated, then added a drizzle of honey. He suffered bitter wines all the time. He’d be a corpse before he ever drank a cup of tea that wasn’t...

The house had taken him on several odd journeys, but this morning's walk piqued his curiosity. With an intent it had taken him on a meandering path. When he was fixated on Favashi? The first room hadn't been all that strange, and certainly Not thought-provoking. Of course Favashi kept a...

Sleep was difficult to grasp that night. Vaer had taken a very cold sobering shower, during which he had thoroughly chastised himself, and his mind had continued to turn long after he had laid down to rest. The moment he closed his eyes he could picture Favashi as she had been at his door, her...

In one conversation, Vaer had somehow managed to conjure both a wince and hesitation out of Favashi. His level gaze watched her, nearly looking away out of some strange mixture of regret and sorrow before she answered. Perhaps he was pushing too hard, or maybe he was opening up too quickly...