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((OOC: Just to keep things clear, I approved Crow's posting on my perspective in his post, to keep the flow of the story going.)) Kaja scrambled out of the cave in the dim light of approaching evening. Her limbs scrambling, feet and hands seeking purchase, she ran. As she had been taught, both...

Kaja sat on the porch of the cabin she shared with some friends. She had been writing a letter to send in the direction of home but was now distracted by the birds singing to one another, dancing among the trees. A placid smile was upon her painted lips. This outpost had its beauty when one...

1. Post your favorite moments -Passing out in front of Az'Caine (honestly, the insta-mods were pretty amazing.) -Hugging Zanthia -Giving a flower to the king, even though Kaja got very nervous about it -The dancers! They did beautifully. -Running from Faeries into Goblins. -Dying from a...

Everyone was really amazing and I appreciated both the rp and the really fun combat. I voted for Gwen, mostly because I interacted with her most and she smiled her way through me hugging her, approaching her with slurred speech and just always being -right there- because curiosity. She made an...

Laughing brightly, Kaja shakes her head. "If I try studying Celestial magic, darling, I'll get into all sorts of trouble. I need an Earth mentor and I asked around and you're a Breacher! And I've heard you're very good." This last phrase is soaked in honey and framed in a well practiced smile...

Kaja rocks on her heels as she seeks her target. Spotting the man with blackened eyes a wide grin tugs at the corners of her mouth. She walks quickly, purposefully to his table and takes a seat, uninvited, her posture straight, her chin lifted and a new smile on her face. The sort of smile that...

"Thank you!" She pushes up onto her tiptoes in a little 'pop' as she speaks before she begins to walk through the halls, following the signs as instructed. Now and then she pauses, distracted by this or that, enjoying the architecture or a the sight of a passer-by. At one point she stops to...

A young woman slips through the doors, her brown eyes wide beneath the hood of her cloak. She pads softly to the desk, staff making a dull thunk with every other step. She pushes back her hood, revealing hair that, though a bit windswept, is obviously manicured into a carelessly elegant style. A...

1. Post your favorite moments I've been looking forward to trying this new character and I had absolutely no idea how it would go. I think it went well, despite a few costume concerns on my end. (Strapless doe-skin is not a fan of staying in place :/ ) However sad I am that Derya missed her...

Relyk followed the street back the way she had originally come, her attention caught by the aftermath of some small disturbance. The way people seemed to talk and hold themselves, something notable had happened, nothing earth-shattering but perhaps moment-shattering. The young woman pursed her...

A calloused and filthy foot touched down on the stones of Calanhelm's streets, seeming unmindful of the weather, the wet from melting snow, the filth from city refuse. A second foot joined the first, side by side, with some distance between them and together they held a cloaked figure upright...

Derya packed in a hustle. Everything that she could stuff into the tiny pack, she did. She needed to be at the docks and she needed to be there soon. With Crow leaving, this felt like the right move. He'd be back. And she would too, perhaps. Eventually. He'd understand. Slipping out of her room...

1 - Derya achieved her personal mission and got away -mostly- scott free. :D The rumours about Derya being pregnant with Az'Caine's baby took off way more than I thought they would (And Rory wasn't even there to hear it :( ) and then the egg laying thing and...man.. Derya was the subject of...

Derya nods to Deverel, "To be honest, I feel the itch to return home." She's about to continue when the rabbit-kin approaches. "I..wha.." She looks down at the packets handed to her and then back up to the woman as she begins to leave. "Uh, my thanks, Iso'bel! Should you happen to come across...

Derya's eyes narrow, a playful narrowing perhaps. She then grins. "No no, ship, not sheep." Did she say two different words there? She makes a motion with her hand as if something were bobbing on water. "A boat, only bigger. I am Veldenhold, yes? I grew up on the Silver Fin. I've been writing my...

Derya lifts a hand, signalling for another round. She casts a quick glance at the rabbitkin, idly wondering what herbs she's using before her attention returns to Deverel. "Mmmm, nothing to get rid of just yet, however.. There's a possible exchange coming up in the future that I might need some...

Derya leans back, kicking her legs out and crossing her ankles. Her grin dances across her lips and she tilts her head down, giving the hobling a mock-coy look. "Oh, haven't you heard? I went drinking with the mighty Az'Caine. And, according to some, I'm carrying his babe now." She reaches down...

Derya lifts her head to grin a cockeyed grin at Deverel. "Ahhhh..Silver." With her accent, it still comes out Silva, but she thinks he might know what she's calling him. Her look is mildly amused. "Of course you may join me, sit, sit." She drops her chair, with a loud thunk, on to the floor and...

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Derya sat at a table in the Ogre's Head, chair tilted back onto its rear legs, perched precariously indeed. She nursed a large mug of something that turned her light cheeks rosey and her nose wrinkle a bit after each sip. As she rocked, tempting fate and the temperament of her chair, the young...