Recent content by Zephyrine

"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...

"I can do Recreations." Zephyrine's eyes narrowed, unsure of the angle this woman was asking questions. "House falls apart? I can recreate it back to new. A bridge breaks? I can recreate an entirely new one. I can make weapons out of thin air if I wanted to." But what could she do against a...

"Stay low." She commanded as she pulled herself up, with some help, to sit behind the stranger. Zephyrine pulled the reins from her, forcing her weight against the other to ensure she stayed still. She knew how to ride, knew how to manage with an extra person in tow. She dug her heels in and...

Her arrival was of thundering hooves and a whistling wail of wind. It announced her arrival before herself and steed could be seen, but when her imagery came into view, her brilliant red hair was flowing behind her as the wind had undone it from whatever fastening it had been held back with...