#blxckworn

[warriorfey]

“Would you mind?” Her voice, soft and melodic, barely carried across the meadow on the breeze. One of the petal sprites lingering nearby fluttered their butterfly-like wings, ascending to accept the wooden bead from her fingers to carry further up her in-progress braid. “Thank you.”

[warriorfey]

@blxckworn -- for Mallory:

"Come back here--” Borra was silent much of the time. He could land like a breath of wind when he wanted to; shift without even disturbing the earth. Suren, in mud up to her thighs, sloshed through one of the swampy creeks after the wallerbog who casually walked off with an adornment from her half-repaired armor, rustling reeds and making an unusual commotion. Big fey don’t usually end up in this leg of the water -- let alone desert fey. “Alright.” She paused, the cold and cloying muck growing unbearable. “You’ve left me no choice.” Like the arm of a mother, a branch swept out of the ground to catch the chubby little amphibian with moth-like antennae. It was an unfair advantage on the larger fey’s part, but oh so necessary.