Recent content by Wynne Oster

Wynne widened her eyes in question as he asked her some interrogations himself. "I... remember being quite young. My mother would try her best to help teach me it's control and never dulled my inspirations. In fact, she encouraged me to be imaginative and creative. I was ten when she passed...

She did not expect his quarters to be as cosy as it presented, but her eyes peered about as if there were trinkets and keepsakes to look over. It was bare, but with all the stone and harshness she had seen of the town and towers, this room was a warmth and comfort. Wynne turned before the...

She believed his word when he said the town was scarce of anything short of a substantial meal, for she had witnessed how bare the town had been. But he was still alive after these years, and at his invitation, she moved to follow him. Wynne was quiet, afraid to ask too many questions at...

Wynne shook his hand, a touch that was warm but also offering a chill all the same. Perhaps it was the accompaniment of his words that gave it such feeling, but she was unaware of how lost he could become. Not having seen it for herself, only the aftermath and remnants, she let her hand fall to...

Wynne rested her cheek against the cool of the stone that lined the walls, her eyes closed and her mind lost to a fantasy that made her forget the haunting imagery kept in perfect condition. That door... she had hoped to never see it again. "I... I don't remember my way back to the town I was...

Wynne flinched. She had not mean to, but seeing the destruction, haunted by the words Orion left hanging in the air. Horror crossed her face, and her back came into contact with the cold stone behind her. Grey eyes stared at a fixed spot, knowing that the stains could only mean one thing...

A school? And a city with a history that saw an end that emptied it entirely, except for this individual before her. Orion. "Illusory Magic? There were others like yo--- like us?" Was it taught? Was it a born gift? Wynne could not recall how she came across the knowledge of what she could...

Wynne began to follow, her light slippers barely making a sound as she ascended the stairs at the pace the man set. She did not miss a beat with her answer, "No." Her hand went out to reach for the railing, letting them brush along as a safety net should she stumble. "I am not from around...

Wynne frowned, unaware of any dangers her mind would be to any ruination of her illusions. "And how has it ruined you? What if I am nothing more than just the trick of the eye?" She countered. If they were alike in power, then he wielded tremendous creations of the mind, powerful depictions so...

Quietly, she got to her feet and descended the few steps, now looking up at him. "I..." Her gaze fell, head still held up high. "Thought if you had passed, at least you would not be alone if it happened." She shrugged, slowly backing away now as she tried to move and leave. "You appear better...

What was she to do? She had not mean to stare at the stranger's face, but it told a history of injuries seen and passed. Was this a usual occurrence for him? To fall so suddenly? Wynne shrugged off her woolen coat and folded it beneath his head after assessing he was only unconscious and not...

Fear had Wynne pressing against the stone wall behind her, trying to get as much distance between them but her body betrayed her as her frame shook in fright. She was frozen, cowering beneath the cold stare of the man. So he knew what it was she could do? Her party tricks and sleight of hand...

Wynne pressed her back against the wall as the man descended into view. His shadow casted a long shape behind him, taking up the entirety of the staircase and stole a breath from her. She stilled, in fear, for she had not been here to steal, but felt as if she had been caught committing such a...

The shaking of the world at her feet caused Wynne to startle, not quite the same magicks that made an illusion. This was a real voice, a real invitation, although reluctant after this long, and Wynne froze in the street. Her grey eyes searched high and low for the owner of the voice, falling...

A strangeness... A curiosity.... No... How can that be? Wynne stared a moment longer, watching as the men broke out in hysterics over something they could not see. What Wynne could not see. Her gasp came out loudly, dropping the knives to cover her mouth and maintain a steady breath...