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Ahna meets Dolich's gaze, but she didn't care that he seemed to feel indignant about her words. She had spoken the truth, to her status meant nothing, just like the secrets of some self-obssesed noble house. She'd sooner forget them than share them, as she had stated time and time again. His...

Ahna's eyes don't seem amazed or happy to see Vala, but instead have a fire burning behind them, and if Dolich could see her face, he'd be greeted with one hell of a scowl. It seems Av'rae don't like having magic flaunted around before their noses, regardless of if it's useful or not. "I do...

Ahnya looks to Dolich for a moment, picking up on something in his voice. "Lord Dolich... Are you trying to convince me, or yourself?" The answer to that would usually mean the difference between Ahnya feeling somewhat relieved, or scared for not only her life, but all of her friends. Yes...

Seeing the archers jump at the sound of her weapon made her smirk just the tiniest of bits. Humans usually had the same reaction, one she herself once had when she first travelled through the Dwarven holds many years ago. If they thought the handgun was bad, they should hear the cannons. The...

Ahnya took a deep breath, offered a small prayer in her native tongue to one of the Av'rae peoples' many gods, and nods at Dolich. "Third, yes. Ranyaa and I shall wait for your command, Tahl and Kahn will watch for any climbers." With that, she looks over her shoulder at her friends and barks...

Ahnya listens intently to begin with, but is quickly bored with even more noble gossip. What is with the nobles and being all weird, and always talking about each other behind their backs? It isn’t a good look. So, instead of participating in such slander, she instead quietly eats her meal...

Ahnya doesn't pay much mind to Vala's expertise with a knife. Sure, she could let her mind wonder, but she didn't feel the need to, not today. If it were some other family, perhaps, but not the Vespidas, regardless on their reputation. Besides, she found herself a little more interested in what...

Ahnya heeded no mind to Vala’s lack of interest in her stories. If she didn’t want to hear them, the Av’ would make no extra effort to try and convince her otherwise. Dolich seemed more than interested, and that was more than enough for her. As the others begin eating, so does she, and she’s...

Ahnya gives a pleasant nod to the servant as her tankard is returned full, and tilts her head at Dolich as the servant converses in the foreign language. Once she leaves, the Av’ picks up her tankard. “Did I miss something?” she asks. “Such a strange language. Mute, is she?” She brings the...

Ahnya sets a small satchel down beside her, one that had been until this moment hiding behind her, and helps herself to a seat at the table. She finds the chairs oddly comfortable, even if her tail had to curve around to her side and hang from the front of it. She had become used to such a...

Dolich, right. That's... a little too familiar for Ahnya, but its better than Doli, so she decides to run with it. "Thank you," she says as she begins to follow. "You will offer the same hospitality to my friends, yes? I am not the only one who wishes the bathe." Of course, she had no idea how...

"Perhaps if my peoples' native land was not destroyed aeons ago, we would be the same," Ahnya muses, before hissing slightly at the burning salve. If it meant there would be no infections, she would endure it. The Av'rae did indeed still have a home around the lands that were once part of their...

What is it with humans and such big castles? Yes, they had great big walls and such, but with the portcullises and towers and stone walls, it felt more like a prison behind them. They kept the outside world out, but the inside world seemed so drab and restrictive. This castle is different...

“It is a good thing we were not early then,” Ahnya says, feeling disheartened for the town. They were going to make so much coin! Oh, and the fact they’re all likely dead. What a horrible way to go. “We will be avoiding this area. There is no need for us to go there now, but I wish your men well...

The Av’ winces at the sight of the monstrous human being treated like such, but she looks away. The human brought up a few good points, ones she would have made herself. She’s more frazzled than she thought… “No,” she says. “I would not offer bandits such a luxury.” Had she gone soft? Perhaps it...

Ahnya saw the terror in their eyes and heard their desperate calls for mercy, but there wouldn’t be any saving them, not while something drove them to physical madness. She had no time to stop them, no time to actually help, only time to defend themselves. “I’m sorry,” she repeats with every...

The Av’ tugs on the buckle that held the cart in place behind the porcupine-like beast, setting it free from its burden and just in time. The creature had become agitated by the increasingly disgusting, festering stink that had begun wafting from the woods, and once freed it bristles its long...

Ahna doesn’t look impressed by either Lord Augusti or Loralyn, not in the slightest. Perhaps it’s because of her stature in the land that gives her a different, and some would say clearer, perspective on the situation at hand. Pomp and circumstance don’t cloud her vision, nor is she deluded by...

Titles, lords, ladies, all of these people were as important as Ahna had assumed, though none mattered in the slightest for her. At least, not outside the requirements of her supposed contract, that is. Her narrowed eyes scan every one of them, trying to figure them out. Warriors some, that is...

Shyv'Ahna Tes'Laya Shyv'Ahna does not hail from riches, blue blood does not run in her veins, and she never held a silver spoon until she was already an adult. Instead of castles, villas, and the grand cities that dotted the land, she calls the roads that connects them home. To many her name...