Recent content by Zephyrine

Someone had collected the reins of her horse before Ivan could lead her elsewhere. Her eyes narrowed as she watched the man lead the stubborn work horse, but the steed relented with little fuss. Ivan now held all her attention. He did not speak, nor did she. Training had her listening and...

Again, that flush of heat settled in her cheeks. The way he looked down at her, those captivating eyes reflecting ice and warmth at the same time only pulled her into staring back at him with words unsaid. She wore a smile, one she could not seem to be rid of as Ivan had thanked her for the...

Gather your wits, Caddel. She had heard that command many times in her training. To let go of the worry and anxiety. The thoughts of how an action may proceeed... Instead, she reminded herself of her magic. Her might. An assurance that all her years had led to something extraordinary. When...

"Kress." Zephyrine invoked the name in vain. She sighed, fashioning herself a longsword by the time she dismounted from the horse. The red head figured if she was to attack, it was best to do it on her own two feet she was sure of than trusting a horse to ride into dangerous terrain. Extending...

Zephyrine let out a hearty laugh. The first time she had done so was days into treating Ivan's wounds after the events of the Syzygy. He had been trying to get her to laugh all evening after she informed him of the dreadful day she had endured. Exhausted, irritable, and near non-verbal most of...

Never had she felt this heavy weight in the pit of her stomach before. As if anticipation now sat inside her with nowhere else to go, and that their fates had changed in the last mere seconds that Zephyrine could not comprehend what had just happened. She stared at Aeyliea with motions of...

She took the offered hand. Her gloves allowed the right grip to give her assurance that their hands would not slip as he helped her to her feet. Zeph wouldn't fall down the ravine either. Their hands were locked still as tawny eyes looked up at him. She wore a small smile, pleased that he gave...

Every material available to her was simply at her fingertips. Zephyrine was powerful in her magic, but this broadening she learned all on her own. She always had that drive, to be better, to learn better, and the results always came with a reward. It was what first attracted her to Ivan...

Zephyrine answered him with a confident grin. "No need to remind me of your offer, Skender." She stepped closer to him before the other men could look their way. Her hand went to the front of his jacket, light leverage to pull herself closer and stand on her toes to whisper closer to his ear...

It seemed the men gave them all some privacy, but without their eyes lingering on her or her lumber-less horse, Zephyrine still could not bring herself to do what she wished to now that Ivan stared down at her with those pretty eyes. "I can't wait to tell those men I will need their help...

This was the risk of entering wider plains, leaving the weaves of roads and dots of houses to hide their location. Out in the open now, their foe came to face them and was sure to spook the horse. The steed reared onto it's hind legs, surprising Zephyrine and ultimately throwing the two women...

The scarf covering her face hid the blush that crept to her cheeks, flushed after he paid her a quiet compliment. Only he could make her react in such a manner, something they both came to learn whenever she spent time in the infirmary helping heal him slowly after he had battled that kraken...

"Any spear?" Zephyrine raised her brows, as if waiting for Aeyliea to change her mind before the Dreadlord stretched her arm out to the side. She had spent a month in the forges of Vel Castere, learning all she could about the best foundations to quality weapons. Spear heads had been her goal...

There, there was that language barrier between them. Zephyrine could have made an attempt at recreating this spear Aeyliea spoke of, but trying to get a clear description from her would prove difficult. "Your horse can't have gotten far. Can you call for them?" The young Dreadlord could only...

Where had she left her weapons? They were not on her person when the lady — no, Aeyliea — had gone to the inn earlier. "Where is it? Your spears? Your shield?" She asked, brows furrowed deeply with urgency. "Arm yourself if your magic cannot sustain you." Because she knew the other woman was...