Illarion.org

A huge shout out here:

Lyrica
Sarai
Annabeth
S'rrt
Drathe
Teptoc
Ssar'ney

and last but not least:

Minerva

The coming month of Mas had quieted her mind about the matter, pushing it far back into the depths she had pulled it from some weeks ago now. She wouldn't dwell on it any longer, nor did she want Lyrica to. Though Reena knew that it bothered her still. Reena remained focused on Mas and its impending...

The skeletons have been dealt with, thanks to Fooser, Starling and Lyrica.

~Commander Morelis~

The night had started innocent enough with star gazing and storytelling. Reena had told Lyrica her favorite story about a cluster of stars that looked vaguely like the outline of a giant. She'd originally heard the story during her stint in Albar when out with a friend at some shady tavern drinking ...

Lyrica had come back to her. Worry had washed over Reena when she woke as Lyrica left soon after their talk. She was waiting for this little bit of peace to end like the pop of a bubble. Lying there as Lyrica snuck out quietly, the woman's thoughts swirled, leading her to believe that she had once a...

Gone was the gentle laughter, the ease of sleep, the soft smiles.

This Reena was the one she used to be. Controlled, cold, and terse. She thought that after the fighting and the making up, that everything was fine.

No.

She felt rejected, and the sting of it hurt.

When she wakes, a letter is waiting for her. Reena quickly reads the letter, then crumples it up in her fist. Someone was going to leave; it was inevitable. But she never thought it would be the one that actually did the leaving. There was a promise of returning, one that Reena hoped was upheld. The...

"I will eat whatever you decide to make, Sarai." Reena offers a soft smile at the sight of the blonde elfess, seemingly in a better mood since she entered the room. "I'm sure your fare is better than that of the tavern's though." With a wink, she rises again and crosses over to ...

She runs a hand through her dark curls, growing used to it's heavy length against her shoulders and back. "Going somewhere?" Reena pauses, turning to face Lyrica, a forced smile on her face. "No, of course not. I was just tired of sitting." The woman sits down at the table, hissi...

Resting was making her restless. She was not used to lying in bed, being coddled, and reading. She hated it. While they are away, Reena moves around the room, pacing slowly and sitting down occasionally to catch her breath. But she always rises once more to continue her pacing, speaking aloud to her...

Sleeping Sun- Nightwish

Two. The amount of times she had almost died in one week. Eight. The amount of times she had rolled over painfully onto her side with that Gods-awful tube sticking out of it. Three. The amount of times that she had wanted to run away in the middle of the night to escape them. One. The amount of tim...

Thanks Sam for the drinks and pie!

Everyone the last few days have been magnificent. There are far too many of you to name, but you all know exactly who you are.

((and I promise I don't make a habit of getting ghosted ))

With a cursory look to the side, Reena's lips twitch with the hint of a smile. She realized what Lyrica was doing, and thought it the best course of action for herself as well. "Always taking care of me, Lyrica. I'm not hungry, but thank you. You look a little beat up though. Are you alright?&q...

She hadn't dared to return to her room at the inn to face the sleeping form of Sarai that night. There was too much tension from the talk at the lake shore to even consider sleeping in the same room as the elfess. Reena instead spent the night at the shrine in Cadomyr, praying to Zhambra between bou...