Recent content by Zinnia

The gold-eyed girl enjoyed the bite, politely putting it down before glancing back at Ispir, who'd somehow gone even more shy in the last few seconds. She quirked her head at the waggling fork. "Afraid of c-cooties? We can trade if you want," she offered, sliding her silverware set towards...

Zinnia let out another laugh as Ispir raised the fork. A cheesy move, but perfectly on brand for what Zinnia had learned of him so far. "C-consider yourself lucky for this..." she said, satirically scolding. With a good-natured roll of her eyes she leaned down and opened up.

First came the compliment; Zinnia had already known that Ispir had something of a crush on her. After all, he'd admitted as much very early on in their time on the road. It had been several days since then, and the two were getting along like two peas in a pod. Ispir was far from the usual type...

"I'm not." "Pfft!" she failed to hold in a laugh. "Well, yeah, you're not a f-fighter. And there's nothing wrong with that. You think I could sing or p-play music the way you do?" Proctor Evangeline D'Amour was the only Dreadlord that Zinnia knew who could come anywhere close to Ispir's skill...

Such a reaction! Genuine, emotive, and frankly, cute in ways that Zinnia had difficulty describing. Her own cheeks warmed a bit, a soft tinge of pink forming beneath her freckles. Alright so there may have been something to this whole teasing, flirting thing that Kilien was so adept at. She'd...

Would she call herself a "really good cook?" Hmm... "I hate to b-brag, but...yeah, kinda. When you work out as much as me you have to eat a LOT. And I decided I like to t-taste what I'm eating, so I make a ton of food," Zinnia answered, feeling a bit of extra circulation run back into her...

"Mmm...alright, okay, th-that one, please! And NO TOMATOES!...Please!" Zinnia hadn't seen any in the descriptions of the meals on offer, but one could never be too careful when it came to the Red Menace. Those things were like little culinary landmines, waiting to explode their horribleness...

"I..... Normal is the last thing I would call you Zinni." A nod, another squeeze of the shoulder, and a bittersweet grin. She stood back to her full height. "You have n-no idea," she said, a bit more distant now. The Dreadlord accepted Seri back and lifted him up to look him in the eyes. "Be...

The gold-eyed girl slowed as Ispir's pace fell off. She turned and stepped in front of him, putting her gloved hands on his shoulders and leaning down slightly so that she'd be at eye level with him. "I think...despite everything, you're still you," Zinnia offered. "You're not a shell, and from...

Zinnia's pace slowed as she listened. Her brow furrowed, and her voice faltered. "That...that makes sense..." she replied, much quieter now. "I'm sure It's a useful ability. There's p-plenty I'd want to forget if I could, too." Sylas' treachery. Leander's horrible bullying. The myriad times...

Zinnia blinked in confusion, then realization. "Oh...amnesia?" she asked, though the answer was clear. That certainly was a cause to be troubled over. "You really are just...w-wandering then, agent you?" she thought aloud. "I know that most be worrying, but...maybe it could also be kinda...

"Y-you're more than welcome to ask all you like," she answered him, but it was plain to see by Ispir's body language that something was bothering him. Seri was, thankfully, the cuddly type, and didn't so much as fuss at the act of being hugged. Still, Zinnia quirked her head a bit. "You don't...

Seri fit well in Ispir's arms, hefty as the critter was getting. As the bard prepared to be brave, Zinnia offered him a warm smile, and Seri just stared up at him with huge, curious eyes. "It's okay. I'm normally a lot worse," she joked, doing her best to maintain the levity. When he'd said...

Zinnia was not a tease, not historically. She was never the one to flirt, to pursue, to be anything more than a wilting violet...but it takes one to know one, and she was very quickly catching on to Ispir's mannerisms. It was an end she'd been on with more boys than she cared to think about...

The older gent, Aske, had taken to leading without a word, and carried himself like he already had a trail. Zinnia was about to demand an explanation when he settled on a target, pointing her out. She saw the old crone beckon and reluctantly trudged after Aske once again. "Wha...h-how do you...