Recent content by Maranae

She got to her feet smoothly even though she had no idea what it was she was doing. The people on the dance floor moved in time with the beat of the music and seemed to be enjoying themselves. There was no yelling or violence here, only laughter and merriment. The edge of wariness had...

She flinched as if struck, mind reeling back two years prior and many miles away. Her memory was a fractured thing the further back she went, but it was helpfully supplying vague shadows of suffering and abuse endured. The emotions flowing across her features ran in time with the nightmares...

There really was not much filter between her thoughts and her expression. It mirrored quite perfectly the sickly feeling of those very battlefields that Quinton quipped so casually about. The ghost of blood sticky hands and the scent of offal surfaced for a moment, and then faded. The memory of...

She practically preened under the praise of her handywork. The Master always was so grudging to give praise even if he seldom chastised her for her failings (of which there were many). She only had months of practice, though, not years. There were limits to what anyone could learn in that time...

The face came back at the mention of the nuts. Her preferred food - in fact, the only thing she would eat - was meat. Preferably raw, but if one wanted to wave it over an open fire once or twice in mimicry of cooking, that was fine too. Parts of her were very definitely carnivore. The part of...

"Never filled my stomach," she said in response. She had to think about what was being said a moment, filter it through her limited vocabulary. She had been listening to the music the entire time. It was definitely one of those things she had a healthy appreciation, although that was mostly...

They spoke too quickly for her to follow, and used words she did not necessarily understand. Instinct and observation served her more than words did, most of the time. As such, she felt drawn to Izara's simple confidence far more than the more eloquent and verbose of the others in the room. She...

The level of discourse between all of the people in this room was far, far beyond her ability to comprehend or even follow. She wore an expression halfway between mild puzzlement and deep curiosity. She felt a little stupid, truth to tell. It was a feeling she was not entirely comfortable with...

She blinked those great yellow eyes of her and cocked her head to one side as if she were considering what she had heard. Of course, there wasn't much running behind her eyes other than where the next meal would come from. That, and the words spoken by her Master - the only reason she was even...

He watched her work from a doorway leading back into the depths of the shop. Intent eyes that seemed to glow in the firelight of the forge and an expression of such intense concentration would have painted a much more serious scene if it wasn't for her tongue caught between her teeth. She began...

If Quinton had any idea who or, more importantly, what he was talking to he would not have mentioned bloody anything. She had eaten some pretty bloody guts. Some of them were even dead at the time. She drew in a deep breath of the piece of meat which only made her more hungry. The description...

She cocked her head to the side, confused at the answer. It was clear as day on her face that she did not understand how thirst or hunger defined what one was. "But children should not drink that," she said, and pointed to his drink meaningfully. She cut her eyes to look at the cabbage and made...

"At this hour? Asleep, girl," a man at one of the tables replied to her, looking up from a wooden mug of something sour smelling to her nose. She remained in the doorway, eyes swiveling to the man that spoke and locking on until someone else grumbled about closing the door. Maranae started at...

Yet another errand sent out of the city, as though the Master craved his privacy and sought to send his apprentice far enough away that he could have the shop to himself for a day or two. Every man needed to be alone with their own thoughts every now and again, yes? Surely it was so for him as...

She blinked and considered his words carefully. After a few moments, the grin widened. "The master wants me to take these to Argile," she said, swinging the heavy sack off her shoulder and shaking it until it made the unmistakable sound of steel. The bag was made of heavy material but being...