Battle Hymn of the Republic

“You’d think Ms. Caoranach would be a scary person,” commented Drysi, “and she is , but once you get used to her, you stop getting yourself in trouble sayin’ legally binding statements.” As they made it into the commons, Drysi let her phone slide away into her bag and fell into step alongside Brooke...

A large bite was taken out of the pancake as Willow made her question, and Phyllis was left in a situation where she struggled to finish her ambitious take. She held up a finger, on the fist holding the mug and paced around in a circle a couple of times before she managed to swallow her food. “I can...

“Master Flynn’s mum keeps an inn in Ireland,” explained Drysi, mentally sending a note to Gideon that she was off to the dining hall, “So, he keeps a warm, welcomin’ space. Does it to himself, really. Desperately wants a private place, but can’t be anythin’ but hospitable to anyone that knocks. I , ...

Phyllis furrowed her brow, considering Willow’s stance on the matter before being left to ponder on it. The quarrid frying fish was still nearby. It was only a close approximation of what Willow was used to. A couple of spriggans seemed to manage the operation, as well as work on the breading in the...

“OW!” Drysi yelped, grabbing her hip, pouting at Claudia’s just retribution, “I’m delicate , y’know!” This didn’t discourage her, however, as a mere engagement was nothing in the face of one’s imagination. However, being a child of a happy marriage, she felt the need to congratulate the girl on gett...

There was never an embrace in the Elementalia that was so thoroughly followed in attendance than the one Willow and Manon shared. As they held each other, all other motion had stopped in the hall, and for the second time since coming to Dyrnwyn, Willow had stopped the daily routines of the hall’s ac...

The stars in Drysi’s eyes only sparkled more and more brightly as she was pressed more deeply into the cushions of the sofa. This sort of thing was like the second coming of shipping, and rife for artistic portrayal. Each scene was already constructed and drafted in her mind, and by the time she had...

A backhanded slap struck Willow so hard it could have made her dizzy. The mask had fallen away, now Manon stood before Willow like she had two weeks prior, in nothing but her athletic gear. This plain figure, no longer performing, was twisted up in anger and sorrow. “ Putain , tu ne comprends pas,” ...

The triclops made a self-satisfied huff. She knew that the food had to be some sort of program. There was no way that food was just that good through tradition and grit alone. Quietly, she thanked her lucky stars that she got into the druid game in this era. She wiped her mouth as she thought about ...

Manon’s body tensed when Willow touched her shoulder, but the mask didn’t break. “What ze hell,” she articulated through a smile that didn’t match her voice, “do you understand?” The performer laughed, as if she were an extra in the background of her own play, and looped an arm over the Allomancer’s...