The sound of footfalls as they rapidly tread down the hill reached her ears inside of the carriage and she quickly returned to the window to peer through the crack, finally catching a glimpse of their attackers. She shook her head as she scanned them, the lack of emblems offering her nothing...
The way was clear on the far side of the carriage. There was no sign of their assailants attacking from that side and she could hear the bolts being fired on their caravan as they whizzed through the air and struck the other side of the carriage with hollow thunks as they embedded in the wood...
"What was that?" Amarys questioned, not really asking in expectation of an answer as she looked away from the window and towards the other side of the carriage. Braella paused in her knitting and listened before shrugging her shoulders, an uncertain expression crossing her features as she shook...
Braella was right, it was quiet. Without the ceaseless rattling of the carriage wheels and the rhythmic clomping of the horses' hooves, it was deafeningly so. Amarys turned her blue eyes towards the hills as Mordin did and tightened her grip on the collar of her long coat, the brown leather of...
There was no love lost between the new King of Bremmerlund and his sister the Princess, mainly because there had been none to begin with. Ethred had seemed all too eager to see Amarys gone and it was fine, she wouldn't miss him. What she would miss was her home and the people who had cared for...
First things first, I am a grown woman and if that's a problem, let's stop before we start so that we don't waste each other's time.
Moving on, I am in cst and generally available all the time, though how often I post is relative to what is being written. The more interested I am in what is...
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Sassafras Jenkins
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Maximillian Bonaparte
- The Fridge, West of Ancient Bind Mountains -
Isa's Caravan
Sassy's arm wasn't any sort of elegant piece of machinery despite being at optimal efficiency and a solid piece of work. Rather than one shade of polished steel it was an assortment of...
Sassafras Jenkins
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Maximillian Bonaparte
- The Fridge, West of Ancient Bind Mountains -
Isa's Caravan
It was better for Max to stand to the rear of everyone else as the letters were read since he was likely the tallest of the bunch. Except for when he gestured at Sassy, his arms mostly...
Sassafras Jenkins
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Maximillian Bonaparte
- The Fridge, West of Ancient Bind Mountains -
Isa's Caravan
Max was a little surprised by the fact that L hugged him. He had barely had two words with the Gnome and she offered him this act of friendship so he responded with an "aw shucks!" and...
Sassafras Jenkins
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Maximillian Bonaparte
- The Fridge, West of Ancient Bind Mountains -
Isa's Caravan
Who was Sassy to argue against kismet when it couldn't be anything otherwise for so many people to be gathering together who just happened to have ownership of such rarities as motorcycles...