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Abel saw how the dragon read her. She saw those ancient eyes that, like hers, were now plagued by the sight of humans. But she also noticed that those very eyes held a nobility that had been utterly disregarded. Abel would have been surprised if the dragon had not considered the idea of a new...

Abel became tired and weary. The initial thrill of the mountain breeze had mostly passed. While the winds still pleased her, the proximity of the dragon and the uncomfortable encounter with Tupu embittered her. Yet she persevered. She let her internal turmoil revert back into a buzz that...

She almost ripped away her hand when Tupu took it. It was an unnatural, unpredictable, unprecedented action that she did could not even initially compute. However, she held on unflinchingly. The fear of the Kobolds had not left her. As she held onto him, about every nerve in her body screamed...

Abel didn't show how startled she was by Tupu's appearance by her side. He was much closer to her than he had been in the entire journey, and it was unnerving. The careless mirth by which he treated the human girl's death mixed with the harrowing expression in his eyes moments later had confused...

Abel was suffocating. This entire journey, there was always the warm comfort of the misty mornings and the fresh, crisp evenings. The terror of the beast seemed distant when she could feel the wind flowing through her very essence, ready to sweep her away at a moment's notice. She felt...

Abel did not enjoy her little excursion. But she was compliant, as usual, and she let the human girl lead while she trailed behind a few paces in her usual fashion. But despite being alone in the company of a brute, she did not resign herself to uselessness. She searched intently and wordlessly...

Abel let herself watch the fey boy speak. While he was a bit too energetic and sickeningly whimsical for Abel's comfort, there was something oddly appealing about him and his words that she couldn't quite put her finger on. Perhaps it was the fact that he was the only true fae creature among the...

Mentions: @Voider @saxon @conman2163 Abel shivered. Even in her weakened state, she never shivered. How she hated that damn, putrid sensation. Despite not caring about the cold itself, she could see the red peeking at her from the tips of her fingers and the gooseflesh stabbing needles into her...

The tentative winds of the upcoming storm mirrored Abel's mood excellently. The feelings of guilt, disgust, and amazement at her current situation had not yet subsided since the beginning of their journey, and it didn't feel as if they would any time soon. More and more seemed to be joining the...

Abel proceeded to walk serenely through the open door and waited patiently for the others to lead. She had decided prior to speaking to the group that she would interact with them as little as possible. She hoped that she could manage to float above the situation and not be forced to mingle with...

Abel felt an uncanny mixture of relief and displeasure at the notion of joining the local anti-skeleton warrior brigade. After all, it was a perfect situation to be in if she wanted to impress her professor. A bit of premature pride bloomed in her heart when she thought of the look on his smug...

Abel @conman2163 @saxon Abel had recently found herself in an almost constant state of moral quandary. Initially, she considered interaction with humans a necessary sacrifice that would ultimately contribute to her mission. She was mostly able to keep conversation with the brutes short and...

Abel Abel is tall, regardless of her height: she has a queenly nobility and grace that elevate her far above most others, as well as a condescending gaze that seem to render others smaller. She smells of autumn leaves and clean linen, and she is cold to the touch. [/SPOILER] Theme: (24) What...

Skin of stone warms wonderfully under summer sun. It is a lovely feeling, being trapped inside a blanket of delicious heat that lasts hours after you have already gone inside. The sun climbs through those miniscule cracks of your skin and swims through your veins until it finally finds the sweet...

Silly goose.