Tazlure

OOC: sounds good to me

Scatha grinned as the wolf snatched up the scrap of meat had thrown, and then watched it before it vanished into the twilight. "Lovely," she declared, then stretched and yawned. "I'm done in. Time for sleep. Wake me when its my turn to keep watch."

Scatha's eyes widened as she heard the unearthly shriek that the vial emitted; What in the name of the Mother is in there? The thought of having to deal with a horde of similiar beings was sobering to say the least. She shook her head, and gazed away from Ko'sstin, lost in her thoughts. It was then ...

There was a wooden spoon in Scatha's backpack, slighty grubby and worn smooth from use. She took the offered bowl of stew with a smile, sat back down next to backpack, rummaged for the spoon and then scooped the first mouthful in. It was warm, and tasted good, and Scatha had been walking all day and...

Scatha peered at the bottle that Ko'sstin was holding up; "Is it Ferret's Breath ale?" The beverage was legendary in Dort for the peculiar effect it had on people who drank it, akin to being hit around the head with a sock of warm custard. Scatha wasn't sure that this would provide much of...

"Oh, I don't think you look like a fat dwarf," Scatha said pleasantly. "They're much hairier and shorter than you." She was far too polite to comment on whether Ko'sstin was fat or not, but couldn't help sneaking a glance at his gut to see if he was. "We could turn out our p...

There didn't seem to be a great deal to do; the twins had sorted out a fire and supper (although Scatha was extremely dubious as to whether one rabbit would feed so many people, unless the rabbit was a cousin of the monstrous weasel that reputedly terrorised the village of Kittywich each full moon, ...

Scatha enjoyed walking; it stretched the legs, and fresh air always seemed to blow away any fuzziness that might have settled in her head, a bit like a summer breeze blowing away dandelion seeds. Scatha's head seemed to be often filled with dandelion seeds, which is why she preferred being outside; ...

Brytan's usually posts new threads/replies on a Monday or Tuesday, and r/l might have caught up with him

Scatha examined her new travelling companions with interest. There were the two adhiel, Iolon and Kelon, not very old, with dark blonde hair and greenish eyes in faces that looked identical; are they twins? she mused to herself. Then there was Deirdre, who apparently was a Shaper. Scatha's immediate...

Scatha stood in an absolute whirlwind of sound as various people and creatures yelled and argued and cussed, or at the very least made noises that sounded like they were cussing in whatever language they spoke. She hadn't seen anything like it since the Kittywich and Bigwich councils fell into dispu...

Scatha suddenly came to a startling conclusion; only she and Fin could see Whimsey. This was a new and very interesting development, full of possibilities... if only there were some way of getting Whimsey to stay still and discuss it. Unfortunately, this looked about as likely as telling a poppy see...

Scatha's eyes widened in sudden understanding; "Oh - I think I see. They want to catch rabbits, only they haven't got a hawk because they couldn't afford one, or else they hadn't got the patience to train it. Or perhaps it just didn't want to because it was moulting, so they made one of wood, a...

Scatha would have attempted to shake hands, or even a little finger, but the peculiar thing - a fae? - was simply too quick. and moved on from one thing to another with the seeming attention span of of butterfly, albeit a very pretty butterfly that moved with the grace and elegance of a dragonfly. I...

Scatha's eyes went as wide as saucers; something flitted down and around Fin's head, before settling on a nearby branch. At first she'd thought it was a large and rather spectacular dragonfly that had confused Fin's hair for some reeds, but closer inspection revealed the something to be... something...

Scatha was bemused by Fin's answer; she was rather intrigued to know who had put the dark adhiel underground, and more to the point, why centaurs were supposed to keep them there. To her way of thinking, centuars seemed to be one of the worse possible choices to keep anything underground, as they we...

Scatha's interest was stirred; "Evil adhiel that live underground? But why? It's much nicer in the daylight. Why do they live underground? Don't they like sunshine? Or are they scared of rain?" Scatha was secretly rather hopeful that the black adhiel were in fact rather grubby, and that th...

Scatha could have smacked her head with frustration; doh! When will I remember that I'm the stranger here, and that they don't understand half of what I'm saying? She gave a shrug and smile to the boy as way of an apology, and then tried to pick out some meaning from what the woman was saying. Most ...

Scatha was intrigued. For the first time in what seemed to be absolutely ages, there appeared to be something in the air, other than the usual odours of cooking and people and animals. And their droppings. The animals, that was, not the people, although the privvies in Senior seemed to be just as ba...

Scatha spent the next couple of days getting clean and trying to determine the attitude of the people of Seinor. The first part was easy; the local inn was everything that Paloma had said it would be, warm and comfortable, with enough hot water to satisfy even the more fastidious of bathers... somet...

Scatha was always partial to food and drink, especially if it was good and if someone else had cooked it. "Yes please," she said cheerfully, dragging a pillow towards her and sprawling in an extremely un-ladylike way over it. "I suppose I don't have any recent news that you wouldn't a...

Scatha was bemused; asking someone their name was only polite, if only to stop you referring them as bignose or haystack hair . Still, she was still young enough to remember what she'd been like when she was seven; by now, she'd have either talked any visitors to death or vanished up into the treeho...

Scatha winced in sympathy as the girl explained how she came to be in bandages; "Owwwwww. That must have *hurt*. I just hope that your legs get better soon." The child's next request brought Scatha up short. Usually she treated books or any written material with the same respect that she r...

Scatha pursed her lips as they walked through Seinor; just look at all these tents! How will they cope in the winter? She positively bristled with indignation at those who had caused the war by the time they reached the temple. At least the temple is presentable , she mused to herself as they entere...

"Oh, I won't expect anything from the building," Scatha cheerfully. "We used to have a tin bath inside the barn back at Dort, so I should imagine it's a bit bigger than that. As long as its clean and has hot water I'll be fine." Scatha's eyes widened as Finodborn outlined what Jo...

"Thank you," Scatha replied cheerfully as they passed the guards. She pursed her lips as she listened to Findborn's comments; "I suppose we could visit the temple, if you say its worth seeing," she mused. "And I've met Paloma, just the once... very briefly. That was before I...