Recent content by Yuna Fairweather

GILLESPIE'S And it was off to dinner they went. Fortunately! Yuna knew of the perfect spot, one that fit her exacting criteria: not only did it need to be one of those little hidden gems (she knew all the good spots; no good food could hide from her Fairweather nose!), but it also needed to be...

They stepped out into the hall and started walking as Yuna replied, "I~~ remembered what you said you liked." "I don't even remember what I said I liked." "Ziti!" "How many different words do you have for pasta here in Elbion, damn." "Different kinds, Zael, different kinds. You described it...

"Tie it is then!" Yuna said. Now, more than simply being contrarian, this was actually a genius move for the exact reason that Zael himself had said. It gets chilly, she gets cold, maybe sprinkle in a dash of apologetics, oh you were so right about the scarf, but then nevertheless Zael feels...

His advice was succinct and efficacious. Already Yuna's eyes, upon hearing it, alighted with the workings of possibility—indeed, for a spell, all of that potent anger she had felt earlier in the day when Zael first showed her the letter had vanished. What had been planted in Yuna's mind would in...

Yuna, given as she was to bouts of selective hearing, or bouts of hastiness in general, or mayhap instances of premature celebration outright (and certainly don't rule out some combination of all three), clasped her hands together in excitement as soon as Erren said that he would help keep on...

"N-No!" But after the short-lived second of reflexive resistance, Yuna relented with a sigh. "Yes." Still some reluctance stayed her tongue. Professor Serris had a keen intuition—a Fairweather intuition, she would say. And she did say. So it would behoove her to be as honest as possible. Not...

Just the simple utterance of her name might as well have been a spell to root her in place. The two warring divisions within her wanted him to stop her, wanted him to just let her leave. Gaaaaaaaaaah! She felt helpless, caught as she was between two choices, the decision near impossible to make...

Okay, okay, just stay calm, make it seem important but not too important, and whatever you do, don't use the word "betray". You got this, Yuna, you got this! Yuna opened the door and entered. Her hand was still on the door, in fact, when she said, "Professor Serris..." Then she met his eyes...

Yuna's decision-making process kept stumbling over itself. Tell him! Don't tell him! Slap Zael again for even putting her in this position! Erren had spoken with Wayne, stood up and talked briefly with Maester Mornstar (who acknowledged his request and nodded to the Department scribe, sitting...

Yuna audibly gulped at Erren's assessment. That whole catastrophe with Drakormir was awful! Awful! It was like the end of the world! Fortunately, it wasn't that, and fortunately still the Fairweather family came through without significant loss—but even that happened to be more blind chance and...

Ahhhhhh, where was a bucket of water? No, screw the bucket of water, she was a mage, she was pretty good at elemental magic, she could conjure a globe of water and dunk her head into it and Oops, silly me, got my hair all wet again, guess we'll just have to sit here like this for longer now! But...

Yuna sat on the bed in what began as a haughty self-satisfaction for her "plan" working out perfectly and what quickly became a quiet and genuine investment in the simple pleasure of the moment. Zael's hands moved slowly over the top of her head, down toward the back, over her ears, towards her...

"Oh, 'record time', he says." She smirked slyly as she passed him to hang up her towel. "What? Have you been counting down the minutes? First of all, I'm delighted that you're so interested in my washroom activities. And second of all, awww, that's sweet, you were thinking about me all the...

"Oh I will." Yuna pushed herself off of the chest of drawers, turned around, and pulled out one of the drawers. She took out a folded pair of pants much like the ones she had on now—sans burnt hole in the buttocks region. Now to just shimmy out of her current pair, oh so innocently, do a little...

"She does." And then with an impish smile on an impulse she just couldn't resist, even if it could be something of a detriment to what she ultimately wanted, Yuna added, "Uuuuuuu~sually." Zael gave her an unimpressed look. "Oh come on, brothel boy, don't get all uptight over it. You told me...