Recent content by Mikko Cendrillon

With a smile, Mikko held his own lantern above his head. His wish swayed from the string it was tied with to the lantern, and the pattern on the lantern made him nod slightly, happy with what he had chosen. The robins were a smaller bird, but he also was not one to be fussed with image. The...

Mikko raised his brows at Lyta, impressed that such a thing could be true. Of course, he did not look to her with doubt, nor did he give her scoffs or a wave of a hand. The Vanguard looked interested, waiting to hear more on the matter. "And can you find her, Lady Lyta?" He wished he did not...

"You, Lyta Drømmer" he grinned, his hand not holding his own lantern reached for her knee, "made me see life in new colour." Because he could not look at a sunset the same anymore, not when the golden light made him wonder what Lyta looked like as she watched the sun set beneath the horizon. How...

Ghosts... Mikko turned to look at Lyta, as if to consult whether dreams coming to life was something unusual. It sounded... almost prophetic that such a thing could occur. He turned back to the man, a grim expression on his face. "Agnes... would you say she has history in the arcane? Any...

Mikko guided Lyta to follow, taking up the rear of the line as they were led to a pub. Again, he positioned himself close to her, but remained vigilant as the man began to tell them what had transpired here. "What sort of curse, if I may ask?" Already, he was out of his depth with the arcane...

How long had he been in the Vanguard when Lyta was made Guardian? How long until he had met her, seen her up close, and had the pleasure of speaking to her that first day training her? He had existed so long before she changed him slowly, made him aware that there was something more in his life...

Mikko did his best to hide his blade at his side, but still kept at the ready in case it were needed. "It is what drew her here. The Guardian of Dreams came here to help you and your plights. We cannot help if we cannot see you all..." Faces now peek from doorways, windows, even from behind...

"Next year?" It brought a disarming smile to his face. "I will be sure to not volunteer to patrol that night." He laughed, leading her towards the small boats. "Any ideas?" He would dress as a jester to her princess if that is what she wished them to dress as. Coin exchanged hands, and Mikko...

Lifting his head, he saw Lyta had drifted to lanterns depicting butterflies. Fetching his coin pouch, he gave the merchant the coin to cover the purchase. "Go on, bless their lantern if you wish. I should find myself a lantern and boat to charter..." "Can I interest you in the robins, good...

Mikko left it to Lyta to speak, the image and voice of a Guardian perhaps would be enough to calm their nerves more so than that of a soldier of the Vanguard. He heard a door shut close, and his head turned towards where the sound had come from. "If there is a threat here, it is not us...

Lyta's presence was infectious, and her delight and curiosity almost left him grinning like a fool. "We can once you pick out two lanterns for us." If Jas was here, watching him be patient with Lyta, he would not hear the end of it. Lyta was a welcome change in her perpetual routine as a...

Mikko reflected on Lyta's wisdom, wondering if she had discussions with the actual Guardian of Wisdom about such a way of thought, or simply her own conclusion. Either way, her words resonated within him. It was much to stew over as they rode ahead, but his soldier training made him aware that...

Who was he to deny Lyta anything at this moment? He did little to fight her gentle tug as they came away from the veil of quiet and privacy. She told him once to stop thinking about himself as two different beings, and slowly he became more accepting of his true self. Lyta seemed to do that to...

Mikko could not begin to formulate how to tell Lyta he was always thinking himself in such a way. He had to be what his family expected of him, but as he grew older, he began to pursue other things that were not the makings of a soldier. His brother's teased him for it, only making him hide his...

Oh, Ancients. Lyta almost made him stumble, made the beating of his heart pause, but he would not have minded the interruption to his being. Something inside him begged and begged, but Mikko knew how he had wanted this to go. The romance of the night and festival would not compel him to stop...