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Ynsidia never got a chance to seek out "Pretty Boy with the cute butt' as she was waylaid right off the bat into a waltz by 'Pretty Boy with broad shoulders'. When she managed to get free of him, she found her time monopolized by 'Pretty Boy with the gorgeous blue eyes', then after that, it was...

Ynsidia, true to form, found herself bashful in spite of herself. Honi had barely given a 'plunge' at all to the dress, and for all of her own bravado, she now felt modest, holding a yellow fan over the fairly conservative 'dip' in the neck line that only hinted a peek of cleavage. False...

There was a thought. She manipulated ink in imitation of different animals, and beings. It seemed like a small act to make or alter letters in contrast to the amazing feats she pulled off with ink as it stood...yet she had never attempted such a thing! In fact, she could manipulate ink over...

Leaning back in her chair, Ynsidia considered a moment. A ball. A plot. And her embroiled in it for business sake. They'd both been through that. There would be countering forces. Subterfuge. Assassins and phials of poison. Things that made a pleasant night of pageantry a field of...

Looking up from scarfing, black wells almost wild looking, Ynsidia slowly regained her civilized composure. Chocolate made her a little crazy...a touch wild... Several deep breaths, and she knew she wouldn't just growl when she attempted to speak. Grabbing a napkin, she wiped away a thick...

When they made camp. Ynsidia would finally know the words. She reached to shake Calla's hand, her own eclipsed by Calla's, spurring another flash back to days long past. Old memories. "I can't wait; thank you..." Ynsidia managed then, not realizing she spoke almost airless. She was excited...

INK! INK EVERYWHERE! XD

Ynsidia wagged a finger at her friend. "Looking into those Crimson Mists that showed up awhile back was business, ending up in them was unplanned," she stated as one of her Ink Footman passed by carrying a platter with a vessel of sugar, a block of cheese, spoons and knives, and a loaf of...

It was surreal, even for a dreamscape. The world slowed to a halt. And a robed figure walked into her view. "Good! I found you!" Ynsidia blinked. "Who are you, and whatever do you mean?" The robed figure, wearing finery as ornate as her own, but with a hood that shrouded facial features in...

Cancelling plans for his sudden arrival? Most would consider this a rude barging in, but Ynsidia for one had no plans, and two, knew this was a fishing expedition from Honi to acquire her skill set. The chocolate was the lure, the story or stories were the line, and he was out to reel her in...

"Yes, 'me', Now do not prattle; what sort of situation are we in?" Ynsidia regarded the forthright words, and shivered. She was always a little, no, strongly anxious of her master, and rather frightened too. There were things about The Conjurer that...that simply weren't normal. In a world...

"You shouldn't be singing," At these words, Ynsidia stopped mid lyric, and regarded Willis, who had spoken them. "There are a couple of monsters who are drawn to the sound of a human's song. In a way, you remind of me of a girl who was slain by one such creature." he added promptly It was sound...

Ynsidia opened the door of her crooked tower, knowing the man who called (as no one else called her "Dia"), and looked Honi up and down. She didn't zero in on the goodies right away, but processed the man before her meticulously...knowingly. She huffed a sigh while shaking her head. She had...