Recent content by Livia Quinnick

Livia shot him a look as she scoffed at what she perceived as doubt. "You think I cannot find something for myself?" She lightly pushed at his arm, then grabbed hold of his sleeve and pulled him along with her as she lead them towards the very store calling to her magic. Inside the modestly...

Artesto. It made her smile, it breaking into a grin as she curled her arms tighter around him. "Then it is a good thing I have brothers to continue this family name." Livia rolled onto the tips of her toes to close the distance to his lips, leaving him with a soft brush of a kiss. "From now...

Livia flinched at his touch, but could do nothing but ride out the pains that wracked her body. Never had she felt pain like this, enough to break her composure. She was glad Henk was there, to be the only thing she could see as she twisted and writhed. Tears spilled from her eyes, looking up at...

"My friend is right. We can certainly manage walking around the corner just fine. Feel free to keep watch on our carriage, if you must." Livia shrugged as she was helped out of the carriage. She linked her arm through Tash's and began to lead her friend away, but not before flashing an amused...

Elves... Unease stirred inside her, and she gave a light shrug. "My family never really had any bother with them to care... but the Republic wishes for us to ally with them." The truth was that any conflict with the elves made her think that death would loom above. She killed before, a few...

There was so much she could not tell him, but knew that it would ease his worries if he got to know. Livia could not tell him about the Taskforce, nor could she tell him about being in the Empire for a few days on an espionage mission. Her Kaliti was one of the best at the Academy, making her...

It was clear she needed to burn it out. Trapped in her own storm of corruption and energy, Livia could not hear the words of others, but their mouths moved as if she could hear them. She dropped her gaze to the ground, before inevitably closing them shut tightly and letting her magic burn...

"They do." She smiled. Livia looked to him, turning a little sheepish. "Marriage talk will come up, but that will only be because of my age. Mother would want me to already be meeting prospects, but I am an Initiate." A hindrance in Idella Quinnick's eyes, no doubt. "You do not need to feel...

Magic crept within her and Livia nodded her head once both the Dreadlords had begun speaking of Aeura, already sensing the close proximity Erodin spoke of. Perhaps there they would find appropriate attire, an idea that was favoured by the young minor noble. "Actually... my mother made sure my...

Livia's eyes moved to find a face out in the crowd, painted face pointing at Garrick. She cleared her throat, nodding towards the quiet classmate. "Think she is after you. Go. I can find you both if needed." Like hells she was going to question Fennec. "Trying to get rid of me, Quinnick?"...

Distracted by her new look and whether it did not wash her out, she was half listening to the arrangement of payment between the two others. Livia crossed over to where Amelie remained, and picked up the cloak to drape over her arms. It was soft, plush, and her fine fingers knew it was new...

"I guess," Livia shrugged, moving to slip her arm through his and slowly lead him down the hall. "I... never really had to think about it... but we are close. Okko is a little over a decade older than I, and Bannon is turning twenty a month after my birthday, but we have always gotten along...

Livia had spared Amelie a glance after she mentioned a summons, an offer to help her work on her magic. It took almost four years at the Academy for her to figure out her magic, by the help of two individuals outside the Academy. She knew there was no real hope of a Proctor taking her on, and so...

Livia contemplated Natasha's input on inviting Silas, and perhaps it was time she had some plans that did not involve the boy she was utterly besotted with. "Alright, just you and I then." She smiled, looking forward to the evening even more now. The thought of presenting Natasha as a...

"Graduating!" Livia took the cookbook from Zinnia, skim reading the custard tarts recipe. "Goodness, I never quite know where I stand with Proctor Salak." She shrugged, looking around for something to mark the page for future reference. "You need a gift. A graduation gift. No need to protest...