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The dark-haired huntress glanced up as Rhines made his way downstairs, his son in tow. Inari's eyes widened as her gaze fell upon Hughes; she would have recognized him anywhere. While the years had indeed aged him, leading him to grow into the fine--and rather attractive--young man that he'd...

It was a quarter after seven by the time that Inari had managed to prepare their breakfast, bundle them up, and set out through the snow and back onto the streets of Spiritvael. Her wardrobe consisted of simple attire, and that day she wore nothing particularly special: a pair of charcoal...

The huntress tilted her head up to the sky, snowflakes kissing her cheeks as she mentally calculated her morning tasks and determining if she could be present at either of the times that the doctor offered. "Thank you, I should be able to bring him at seven in the morning." The sooner that her...

Realization dawned on Inari, an odd relief coursing through her veins. Of course, this was the father; it all made sense. That would explain why Inari could partially recognize his features, but not wholly. There were some similarities that Inari could detect between father and son, traits...

The huntress was snapped from her stupor when she saw the front door of the apothecary open ajar, a lantern emerging from its depths. Her initial instinct was the run, but that would only draw negative attention to herself, especially if she had already been seen. She swallowed hard, fear...

The rest of the day passed by in a blur for Inari, her hands deftly working to string up a tent for herself and her father in the outlying forests of Spiritvael, mind ruminating over the past. She hadn't thought of Hughes Bassett in so long, the mention of the boy evoking emotions that she...

A look of relief flickered across Inari's face. Her gold coins would buy her more than she anticipated. That would help her and her father considerably. The brief luxury of renting a nice, warm bed for a night crossed her mind, but was quickly eradicated. There was no way that they could...

Verrine's face fell at Hughes' testament, the mask of the serpent slipping briefly as his eyes darted frantically across the shop. His disturbance, however, lasted only briefly, and the oily smile was soon back in place, his charisma returning. He shifted his weight to lean against the wall, a...

Verrine's presence seemed to unnerve the young doctor-in-training, causing the prince's smile to widen. He liked it when he was able to dominate the conversation through intimidation. The prince's stance relaxed at the counter as he mused over Hughes' statement. "Oh, my apologies, then. If...

The bell to the entrance of the apothecary chimed, followed by a chilly gust of winter air whipping into the building. If Hughes looked up he would see a figure in a trench coat of the deepest violet, with gold trim and embellishment on the sleeves. A matching top hat was tilted forward...

The huntress' eyes widened as Varna procured a dinner roll from his coat, immediately wondering what the penalty was in Spiritvael for stealing. She would've asked, but felt that it was in poor taste to ask such a question after he had aided her in her hour of need. Back in Kikioni, one would...

The baker, Rosemary, blinked twice, surprised at Varna's interjection. Her surprise turned to irritation quickly, however, as she flourished a hand at Varna, as though he were a pest that she wished to swat away. "You would change your tone if you saw the amount of beggars that wandered in my...

The turrets of the grand cathedral cast long shadows over Inari and her father, the chilly wind whipping at their hair and furs. Alongside the huntress her father let out a visible shudder, rubbing his hands together for warmth. " 'Course we chose the coldest day in winter to arrive," he said...

In a war-torn world ravaged by greed, there dwelled three countries sharing a solitary stretch of land. Fomoria was the greatest of them all, both in wealth, power, and expansion. Being the most populated and with the vast majority of resources, Fomoria was renown for their militia, weapons...

"My thanks." Tiru leaned back, gaze returning to the rowdy table and, almost as though she'd traced his gaze, suggested that they leave. "You mean because of them?" He jerked his head in their direction, the party none the wiser to their exchange. "I won't let them bother you, of that I can...

A laugh escaped Tiru at Aria's comment. "So that defines a good day for you, eh? Someone not throwing up their fine food and drink on the tables?" He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "You make blacksmithing sound actually desirable. Speaking of which, my boss Ordonin, was hoping to get a word...

The bartender took note of their order, flashed Aria a smile, before disappearing behind the bar to relay their order to the kitchens. Meanwhile, Tiru returned Aria's embrace, troubled that the young woman was so persistent. "Ah, but I don't remember what I was saying," he told her, beginning...

His smile lingered as Aria rested her head upon his shoulder, his chin-length hair and long bangs just barely brushing across her face as he leaned his head against hers. Tiru removed his hand to give her shoulders a slight squeeze in an embrace before straightening, momentarily seeming to...

His hand froze in his pocket as a smile broke across his face. "Hmm, I wonder who . . . " he pretended to muse. "Ma? That you?" He chuckled softly, waiting for Aria to uncover his eyes so that he could gaze upon the woman he loved. In his mind's eye he could already envision her soft face...

The close to another long day of work was drawing near. The sun was still high in the sky, thanks to the summer solstice approaching, and the streets were filled with jovial individuals basking in the warmth of the evening and sharing songs. Summertime in Arvendale was something that Tiru...