Niklas was so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he was startled when a Seraph stopped him as he rounded the corner for home. There was a small flurry of activity outside the front door, and his heart sank. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to take another route.” “I’m afraid I can’t, as […]
Wintersday Eve: Tove The ranger flitted about in the early evening, wolf at her heels, dropping presents on doorsteps. The gifts were as varied as their recipients–meat, hides, obscure recipes, carved noisy toys for other people’s children. Books, bowstrings, a tool someone mentioned would be nice three months ago that they promptly forgot about. For […]
“Ambro, I don’t know what to wear.” Niklas said breathlessly from the entryway to the infirmary. Which was a better entrance than the last one she’d gotten, she had to admit. “To what?” Niklas eyed the one occupied bed and rushed to Ambrosine’s side, dropping his voice to a whisper. “On a date.” “Well, I’d […]
Tove showed up in the doorway of the infirmary, a wan and hungry wraith. “Don’t tell Cap I’m back yet,” she said, and promptly fell over. Ambrosine was able to keep Tove’s head from hitting the floor and only knocked her chair over in the process, which all in all the guardian considered a […]
Nik reported to the infirmary like the dutiful man that he was. Also, he’d known Ambrosine since they were young and she could read him like an open book, so there was no point in trying to be sly. Besides, he enjoyed not hurting. Her eyebrows winged up slightly as he graced her doorway–er, massive […]
“Tove asked me to seek you out, that we may reach out to Whispers contacts,” Ambrosine said as she sat down to tea with Xia. She couldn’t fully keep the smirk off her face. “Ah, so they haven’t sussed you out yet.” Xia saluted her with her dainty little cup. “I am the soul of […]
They spoke quietly over Ambrosine’s desk in the infirmary. “…don’t feel guilty, Tove.” Ambrosine gave her friend a gentle smile. “I can throw my armor back on for this.” “But the babies-“ “Aren’t babies anymore, and they need a world to live in.” She reached across the desk and put a hand on Tove’s arm. […]
Dearest Koryander, May I beg a favor of you? There’s a woman of my acquaintance who could benefit from your expertise. I– Look, I don’t know why I started writing this like it was my normal correspondence. You’re no idiot noble I have to pretend manners at. The older sister of one of my dearest […]
((SPOILERS FOR THE NEW STORY CHAPTER. SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS. In the absence of concrete lore this is all wild conjecture and I’m just making shit up. Also, Tuuli is my husband’s character.)) . . . . . . Three women stood in a large lab within the Priory. A fourth sat on a stool nearby, taking […]
((Brief reference to current affairs.)) “I’m extremely annoyed by merely existing right now.” Tove flopped in the chair across from Ambrosine’s desk. The other woman kept carefully sorting her paperwork. (Was that a guardian thing? Like, what.) “Why is that?” Tove gestured to take in the whole expanse of…everything. “I’m still angsty over being single, […]
Two objects would find their way to the Captain’s corner of the guildhall. The first was carefully wrapped in deerskin, which when pulled back revealed a simply bound book. (Simple, and yet it was the hide of a shark, and therefore fascinating in its own right). This would be Ambrosine’s original intended gift, stolen by […]
An invitation was mailed to every member of the Vanguard. It was on crisp, snow white parchment, and penned in Ambrosine’s delicate and precise hand. With green ink, of course. Dearest Friend,Your are hereby cordially invited to a Wintersday gathering! We will begin the evening at my residence in Divinity’s Reach, before moving on to […]
Forgive me Jin–calling this a treatsie is a bit arrogant, but it sounded better than “my rambling thoughts”. There are many books and papers on this topic in the Priory but they are also all terribly dry, so I didn’t think you’d mind if I whipped up something a bit more colloquial? I’m not sure how […]
It was the earliest hours of the morning, but Ambrosine was awake, and standing in the kitchen making hot chocolate. She had, in fact, barely slept at all. Normally she was fine, as long as Jaffar was home but…the fresh horrors were too much. One answer was to get stupid drunk until she passed out, […]
Ambrosine fought her nature constantly. …in a sense, that was her nature, as well. Her inborn heart of a healer and protector warred with the bloodthirst that had been imposed on her. But sometimes… …sometimes, like on the battlefield of Lordaeron that day… …she let the monster rule. —— “If you are suicidally reckless I […]
Imke gathered them in the guild hall–as many as she knew ran with the Vanguard, and those she thought might be useful. Ambrosine, haggard after a lengthy Priory mission and no sleep upon her return. Her wife Jess, standing beside her with a mug of coffee. Rikvi, who was staring off into space…only actually she […]
“I don’t think I can train you, Tove.” Tove flashed Ambrosine an over-dramatic pouty face. “Why not? I know Mina is a student of yours.” “After a fashion. But there’s still key differences between my magic and hers. Most of what I teach her is healing of the more mundane sort, so that we don’t […]
Ambrosine made the climb/hike to Tove’s little corner of the guild hall and…stopped. Until now, it had been just that: a corner. A bookshelf, a fire, a pillow, a desk. A place to be comfortable away from home and nothing more. Now she pursed her lips and had a troubling thought: Tove had moved in. […]
She slept. This was always how it went after any sort of major healing–but especially so, this time. It’s one thing to heal a traumatic injury soon after it happens. Most of those she heals are in good shape (otherwise), and she’s simply accelerating the bodies own work. But Jesse had literally dragged himself home […]
Dear Pikko, I want you to understand something. Your rage is not more important than someone else’s life. You may not know this as a fighter, but healing is work–it takes effort, especially the act of healing someone whose condition was as dire as Ironwood’s. Assessments must be made swiftly and surely, and difficult decisions […]
Ambrosine returned to Cap’s side, glad that her audience had, at last, evaporated. She was actually quite irritated at the people who had decided yelling was the proper course of action–for one thing, healing was delicate mental work on her end, and who operated well when there was yelling? No one, that’s who. It may […]
Ambrosine was furious when she realized Cap’s raptor was injured–a fury that, in all likelihood, completely outshone the situation. Or maybe not. The situation was kind of shit, anyway. She tended Cirice at the infirmary to begin with, stuffing all of her feelings into a box so that she could project calm. “Okay, girl. Let’s […]
Iskander Dukas was the second son of a disgraced noble house–disgraced, because his parents had been part and parcel of the White Mantle. Although he and his brother had been investigated and declared innocent, the stain on the family name wasn’t so easy to shake. How and why he’d been invited to this party was […]
Yesterday, Ambrosine had split the converted cow pasture in half, separating her raptor Trouble from his compatriot in crime, Cap’s Cirice. They got along well–too well–but Ambrosine was aware that 1) it was spring and 2) she had no idea what the raptor mating season was. She didn’t want to find out the hard way. […]
Ambrosine walked into the front office of Ames Engineering. The place always amused her on some deep level–it was a very industrial space, as you’d expect, and yet…it was infused with a very subtle sense of grace. Examples of work, from rifles to Imke’s bejeweled clockwork sculptures, were strategically placed about the room. It was part business, […]