Recent content by Thraah

Thraah loved the way Vicky's foul little mind worked. As her compatriot dragged her through the crowd Thraah extended her hand to any dress and coat tail she could find remembering the bitch who made her burn up her own dress. "Payback time!" At every snap of her fingers a piece of clothing...

Thraah did stop her sword hung limp at her arm as her face scrunched at Lachey's question and tried her best to be honest. "... Sorry okay? I just don't like Liv and you keep going on about how great she is." She bit back the word avalanche that threatened to burst from her mouth with some...

"Yeah, I get it." No way Liv was a better dancer than her. These moves were basic. Still she humored Lachy and feinted as he asked. Taking instruction always felt like it was lasting a hundred years. She'd have to mix it up soon but for now getting the edge on Liv was priority. The idea of Liv...

"FUCK YEAH!" Thraah let out an exagerrated stretch as her and Vicky landed out of the carriage into the heart of Vel Anir. The city was stupid and dumb and good only for one thing, making a mess. Which is what she used to convince Vicky to come along. Nobody else seemed to get the value of a bit...

"Toothpick? Gladys-2, did you hear that?" Thraah feigned insult as she drew her arming sword and spoke to it as if it could hear her, a short weapon, simple and effective unlike most everything else about her it stood out in its plainness. Lachy had her though, she was gonna use what he knew to...

"Yaknow..." Thraah let Lachy help her to her feet and brushed the whatever from her tunic. "For someone who claims they don't wanna do any thinking, ya put a lotta thought into that answer!" She huffed a laugh into a long needed stretch and strolled a few paces away from the tree. As was...

"Training!?" Thraah's face screwed up in a lack of understanding. "Isn't the point of skipping class to NOT do work?" She was fine doing little, very little. Much as she liked a scrap there was no incentive other than Lachy wanted to train. Lachlan Irwin

Thraah wondered to herself why every time she tried to open up to people some unwanted person seemed to appear as if out of nowhere! She swiveled on the counter top to face Silas with an accusatory look. The kind that was reserved for people who were going to terrible places when they died but...

"Don't tell me what to do you tin plated peacock!" Thraah knew Leander was a rich dink but she was unprepared for how much of a dink he was being at that moment. The last person on Arethil she wanted to be with, in the last place she would ever want to be. It was not that his suggestion was bad...

"Huh!" Thraah still didn't quite get it, she was already doing what she wanted, wasn't she? "I... I will." Honestly she had no solid idea what Perrine meant. Thraah knew she wasn't dumb, some people thought that. Perrine didn't right now, despite, everything. "I mean, I'll find something."...

It was a lot to think about but Thraah would need to eventually lean on others even if her mind recoiled at the idea. She hated feeling useless. "I'm not sure I know what that means! Do people become jerks when they graduate?" From her perspective not many Initiates needed to *become* jerks...

For a few paces Thraah was uncharacteristically quiet. She knew what loneliness was like. The first month's at the Academy were isolating. Her friends still felt recent and somewhat shakey. Her mind raced for words, some comfort she could offer. "Well you're gonna have to dress down a bit but...

Thraah's mother, whose face was a stone mask since Perrine had descended the ladder from the attic, broke a smile and gave a nod of acceptance. Thraah's father extended his hand and when Perrine politely took it he pulled her into a mighty embrace, squeezing her hard before letting her go...

The silence continued for a time. Before long the sun was getting low, beginning it's descent back to the earth. It was then that Thraah returned and hopped up into the attic space. Her eyes were red marked and her face shined. "The coach is back. Parked up the street. I'll take you, if you're...

"Pfft, you know I can heat up anything Maz." A full second passed before a potential sexual interpretation of what she said flashed through her mind. "Eh, no, that came out wrong." Thraah took an exasperated drag and handed the joint back to Maseno without looking at him. Eye contact right now...