((Rp log with minor edits. Argus accidentally acquires a child.))   Gomi hates New Kianeng.   Too close. Too much. But the Echovald was death and wilds, and so she was stuck camped cheek by jowl in t […]

Larch checked everything one last time.    She was as ready as she was going to get to go home.    To Numeria.    Are they safe? Are they well? Did they seek the Ghost Wolves, join them? Or did they strik […]

She sat in the wagon in silence for almost five minutes.   He. He just.   He reaches for her, with the hands that kill so very easily, and there is that old feeling again and Larch does not do t […]

Larch finds a small note inside her vodka bottle. It reads: Just ask him out. Guys are too dumb to notice. ~CC Really, it was all that damn god’s fault. Without him, she’d still be in blissful ignorance. But t […]

Thorngrasp.   A grasp of thorns. A thorny grasp. Black walnut  rootlike vines with cedar ruddy thorns, grabbing the enemy.   “I think it fits you, in more ways than one.” It was hard to tell with t […]

Kellid names are as brusque and percussive as their Hallit language, and most use two or fewer syllables. Second names are rare and typically limited to those who distinguish themselves through some great deed or […]

Tymon.    She had faith- complete faith- in him. She knew he was going to win. Larch dropped five hundred gold on him without a thought, and the only reason she didn’t drop more was that she didn’t want to see h […]

This hospital has good bones, Larch thinks. She traces the grains of wood with callused fingers, the whorls and patterns. Old bones, but good- the solid dark wood is somber but goes well with the walls and […]

Happiness buzzes under her skin like friendly bees as Larch carefully tends the Firework Snapdragons in her wagon. They are a culmination, proof of concept, solid evidence that she can do it, that she was strong […]

She doesn’t tell them what she’s doing. If Larch did that, she’d have to explain, and she honestly doesn’t know if she could. They aren’t her tribe. This isn’t her home.   The shaman reminds herself of t […]

In the aftermath, Larch worked.   She used her spells, first, repairing flesh and wood alike where fire had charred and blades had cut. This was the first raid she’d dealt with in a long time; the last sh […]

“…Why did you even tell me that?”   “Don’t whine. It’s not becoming. One or another, however you decide, you should know what he is. Informed decisions are the basis of smart plans,” Flower said, both rut […]

((TW: self harm, suicide idealization, implied cannibalism, mindfuck)) Pain. Burning, itching- claws red, claws wet, claw herself claw herself she’s burning she’s cold she’s so cold why can’t she get war […]

Larch sat on the bed, feeling bone deep weariness in every line of her. The baths had been nerve wracking. Hot water to soak in was a balm to body, mind, and soul, but sharing them…

She was not body shy on […]

Ice and pines give way to rocky trails leading down the mountain. They descend from the Shiverpeaks and the Pass, working south then north agian, to the great bustling chaotic metropolis of Lion’s Arch. There, t […]

They traveled slowly from the foothills of the norn homeland to Heolbrak and then Lornar’s Pass. The two were an odd pair, bear-sized red headed norn woman and tiny, energetic blonde asura girl, neither dressed o […]

The weather in the foothills of Hoelbrak is brisk and cool and damp, the rain from the night before and the temperature now coming together to necessitate scarves for both Norn and Asura. Rain, a towering norn […]

It was impossible. Reprehensible. Absolutely one hundred percent straight fucked up.

Larch regarded her list with the air of someone regarding the time and date of thier execution.

This should n […]

Larch nearly slipped off the branch of the tree and somehow, didn’t fall. Flower, next to her, laughed in cat fashion with a little mrrp, amused eyes watching her. They remained the same purple as all those y […]

[[Dasha meets the other scion of House Bordren. Minor edits for flow, and additional writing at the end.]]

 
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“…Goodbye. Good luck with your… cabinet or whatever.”

Relieved, Dasha wat […]