Recent content by atepem

Well, maybe she wouldn't be so disproving if the deplorable thing hadn't tried jumping at her. She eyed it back with just as much suspicion as it did her, standing her full height even as she considered the knight's suggestion; he would be right that it wouldn't do to make an unpleasant...

Finding the kingdom hidden in the centre of the forest was easier said than done. Following behind the knight over fallen oaks and hooking branches, Lillian was curious as to how the knight even knew where they were going. It wasn't as if there were many distinct landmarks about that they could...

(Haha, that's alright. Actually, my laptop's broken as well - it won't charge - so things'll be a little unsteady for me too.) The little gnome always seemed to be rather disappointed and exasperated with her efforts. Lillian tried to keep up with the other gnomes' pace but they were actually...

Lillian spent the majority of the evening trying to observe the gnomes and their behaviours. She realised the illustrations in the books never really did capture the real thing, be it the gnomes, the creature in the bog, nor - Lillian shuddered to recall - the mangled gorgons they'd encountered...

Lillian stepped back to look up at the knight, noticing the dark blots lining underneath knight's eyes and the slight telltale slouch of his shoulders underneath his armour. Despite the food and the brief rest, he still looked worse for wear. Lillian loathed to wonder if she looked just as...

Blinking, Lillian merely gave a subtle tilt of her head. She didn't think that the knight would act... almost submissively, however minute the signs. The image and his tone of voice didn't seem to quite fit with the often callous knight. Of course, he did most everything she asked but always...

Lillian's head jerked up from the page she was on. Her brows furrowed in offense and she bit her lips together so as to not reply discourteously. Did he really think she was so incompetent that she wouldn't know how to act in front of a King? If anything, she should be the one asking him...

She turned away when the knight started inhaling his stew while sat on the ground, finding no need to further aggravate her stomach and looked at her own plate so bluntly put in front of her. It didn't look all that appetising but then she'd reminded herself that beggars couldn't be choosers and...

Till she was ready... That was something to think about. Lillian didn't think she'd ever be ready. It was such a grand task that was asked of her - certainly none that any self-respecting lady her age should be expected to undertake - and she was so sparsely prepared. Lillian supposed this was...

When the knight returned, he had a dead fish in hand with its head completely smashed and covered in blood. The sight alone made the painful sensation in her stomach recede and fester into nausea; but then the smell hit her and Lillian dropped the book she'd been reading on a nearby table in...

Lillian looked up from her musings when the knight arrived with some food. She hadn't thought about breakfast. "Gardener?" She asked curiously, she'd been under the impression that they were the only ones at the cottage. "Yeah there's some little folk around here. That garden outside didn't...

That night, sleep was a warm sanctuary. A comfortable, dreamless haze that curtained her consciousness away from reality and let her finally relax. Even when sunlight slipped through the gaps in the threadbare cloths covering the patterned windows, Lillian found herself disinclined to move from...

* It was a wonder how Lillian was able to restrain herself from all but collapsing on the bed she'd found in the cottage. When they'd finally caught sight of it, all the fatigue from having to live like a savage flooded her aching legs and stiff back, and she'd found the last few metres so much...

Very busy, very tired