Recent content by Zephyrine

Traps. It was not quite the brief she was often given to work with, but the need to find and create a solution was just how she liked to work. "Alright, traps... I can work with that." She was someone that was able to recreate things, to take what was once broken back to it's original form...

Zephyrine quirked a brow. It was an idea, perhaps one that could be executed in a way that her own magical reserves did not deplete. "What do we know of our enemy? Their numbers, what they have in their arsenal?" She could not recreate people, unable to make illusions appear. Zephyrine worked...

Zephyrine knew that Kristen would oppose the idea, would hope that they all survived to make it back to their camp. There were a good few wounded, wounds that Zephyrine could take time and energy to heal one at a time, but with the reserve of magic she had left, she wanted it to count. Perhaps...

Her brows came together in a furrow, not in distaste of what what explained, but rather the unique fashion this magical solution was to be done. Despite how powerful and fashioned for military combat Dreadlords are sculpted, there are magical practices kept in place to ensure none of them step...

It did not take more than Kristen's presence to draw her near. They had fought side by side earlier, was it a week ago? A fortnight? War waged at all hours of the day, it was hard to pinpoint how much time had passed. Zephyrine had saved them then, had bought them time to retreat and take care...

It was the rhythm of a horse moving at a relentless pace to cut through the quiet of the weakened state that had fallen over the Anirian troops. A prelude to what was to come; a lone rider when a reinforcement had been promised. Mount and rider neared, unharmed in their travel to reach what...

Whenever Ivan played with flattery with her, it always resulted in her cheeks to warm. Even as she felt herself press against him for the merest second, accompanied with that smile promising something cheeky, Zephyrine wondered if they would ever talk about it. If they would figure out what it...

Without missing a beat, Zephyrine snorted at Ivan's words. Of course, she did note the way he glossed over the fact Valdorren was not their destination, but she figured his eagerness to get the ship done with was absolute paramount. "Wraith it is, Skender, but we will have a camp ground, yes? So...

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...