Recent content by Zinnia

Zinnia smiled, laughed, shook her head. She pulled her shirt up and over, leaving just a sports bra beneath. As promised, her abdominal muscles were toned and prominent, proof of her years of consistent physical conditioning. Her arms, too, bore definition; her physique was not a bulky one, but...

The name gave cause for Zinnia to blush now as well, and a swishing sensation manifested behind her. Her shifting had brought about her tail, of the same color and scales as her hands and forearms. It moved happily from side to side behind her, having sprouted from the small of her back and...

Reality, true reality, flashed back into view. Zinnia still knelt exactly where she'd been before Ispir had taken them...wherever else they'd gone, panting as though she'd just run a marathon. A building had just collapsed on top of Ispir. Was he okay? Zinnia seized Ispir's face in her scaled...

There were a few moments shared where the two could hold each other and feel comfort in each other's arms. Alas, the strange reality, or perhaps vision they found themselves in seemed to protest. What followed was terrifying, what little stability to be found sundering itself apart. However...

When Ispir's eyes shut he'd after a moment he'd feel Zinnia's hands leave his. For one aching, tense second there would be silence. Then he'd feel Zinnia's arms wrap around him in a tight hug. The stars seemed to hang still around them. "Ispir, no. Please don't be sorry. It's okay," she...

"M-maybe..." came Zinnia's answer hesitantly. It was worth a shot asking, though Zinnia had no clue where Kristen currently was. Alliria, maybe. She remembered reading in one of her letters about a tournament of some sort, but all that was of distant concern now. That voice, that great booming...

For a moment Zinnia believed that Ispir might have been making an elaborate show of revealing his body to Zinnia, a hammy sort of striptease that would have been almost in line with the joking she'd received from him in the couple of weeks they'd been traveling together. Indeed, her eyes...

"I could never hate you." Zinnia's eyes widened. Words she would not have believed coming from the mouths of most. Her claws gripped against her own shoulders as she realized she'd withdrawn into herself as she so often did, wrapping herself in her own arms. Tears of joy welled at the edges of...

That descriptor, "inhuman," was exactly what rung in Zinnia's mind as she observed the leylines that ran across...no, under, Ispir's skin. Yet there was no fear or revulsion in her, only intense fascination. Inhuman. Strange. Different. Like me. The sensations of Zinnia's second nature were...

Again the bard replied, and again Zinnia was surprised, though this time pleased as well. This time Ispir hadn't just given his permission, he'd invited Zinnia closer. Not just that, but an invitation to do something that was really rather intimate. She smiled, a glimmer of the warmth of her...

Strangely, as much as Zinnia felt there would be a panic, it just...never arrived. No scramble to cover up, no requests to look away or cover up, just...a statement of fact. "You're staring, ya know?" She heard the words, felt them resonate in her skull, and acknowledged that Ispir hadn't...

"Yeah, the labels are just underneath the b-bottles. Kinda like one of those chocolate boxes people get for each other on Heart and Hearth Day...I wonder if this was meant to be a g-gift for someone," Zinnia mused before closing the box up and standing, then setting the box on one of the night...

Zinnia glanced up as Ispir made to leave...well, as much as one could "leave" within the confines of a single room. She hadn't meant to make him feel unhelpful, but she could hear that little lilt in his voice. "O-oh, um...alright. Enjoy!" she managed, unsure of if she should apologize as he...

"Dread Lady." That earned a giggle from Zinnia. If nothing else it served to ease the tension, if not the confusion. Any hope that Ispir would know what this was about was a pipe dream, of course. Expecting him to know if anything beyond the realm of music was, frankly, foolhardy. That said...

Zinnia looked over as Ispir ducked into the closet, finding it mildly funny how his bloomers stuck out. When he reappeared he did in fact have a key in hand. Hmm...a moral quandary. The girl's gold eyes pondered over their options for a moment. Handing it over to the owner for later retrieval...