#(anevia gets all the scoops from him)

[spyridonya]

Ooooh what about either "silent fury" or "collapse"?

Send me a number and I’ll write a micro story using the word or phrase - Silent Fury (ten sentences)

Trigger Warnings: Fantasy racism

"Can you absolutely believe that the Queen herself is using a bleeding fucking tiefling for this crusade of hers?" The shine of silver hair and beautifully crafted features of the aasimar doesn't match the gutter slang of his voice who sips grog as if were ambrosia.

Fye watches from his seat on the bar as the aasimar with several of his comrades of various heritages sharing the common slang of the streets of Kenarbas talk; they're not so much rowdy, really not overly vulgar, and seem to know the commander is generous with the freedom of speech within Drezen, which the silver hair aasimar continues to enjoy, "A tiefling, as if you can't find a tiefling without taking a shit, no matter how pretty you dress her up -- I don't like it."

His comrades softly agree, they also drinking their grog and enjoying their time from the front, but their relatively softer voices only make the aasimar's voice punctuate all the louder, "I hate to think the queen has been fool and all, but don't you louts think maybe that her majesty has been fooled by Baphomet with this one?"

The aasimar goes on about the commander and the Queen, but what catches Fye's eye is someone at the bar slowly putting his goblet of honey wine down... just as Fye notices the dish he's cleaning has an incredibly stubborn stain that distracts him.

Pity that.

The silver hair aasimar has this knack to speak loudly, so loudly that anyone who happens to need verbal components could cast their spell in relative peace, and as such he doesn't notice the other aasimar with the ethereal light in his eyes dance to his fingertips as they make precise gestures.

The scream that escapes from the silver hair aasimar makes Fye flinch and lift his gaze from the plate, just in time to see the silver hair aasimar darting from his now upturned chair to a door, any door, and making his companions look around wildly. 

The other aasimar, however, simply walks to Fye with an empty goblet in hand, to which Fye gives a slow, amused smile, and says in a low voice, "Can't take them bad mouthing about your cousin, huh?"

Daeran gives the younger man a tight smile that doesn't reach his eyes, setting his goblet down with an unspoken request for more.