Tazlure

Moving next to Oni, Niamh dropped into an easy crouch beside her mentor. "Good morning, Oni." The Kanthrop's fingers rested on her knees, but despite her newfound convictions of the night, she was yet a trifle nervous. "I've decided to go with Catherine." The words spilled forth,...

The doorway, suddenly, found itself fuller than it had been mere flickers before. The kanthar that encircled her followed the style before a hunt, compressing curves without much care for the skin revealed. The fabric twined up and around a neck before criss-crossing about her torso, one lost the li...

Restless dreams, promptly forgotten each time her eyes opened, finally stirred a groan of disgust from lips as she stirred beneath the light blanket. Niamh wasn't generally taken to worrying, such mental gnawing over uncontrollable events was the purview of gray-furred grannies and elders. 'Bother' ...

Well, my tenure elsewhere was very brief.

In other words, I'm Ba-ack!

Just re-coordinating with Bry.

Hey there - could someone archive Aislinn O'Conaill's sheet, and then reattach Niamh's sheet to this handle please?

Sorry to be a bother!

Hey folks - due to an absolute dearth of creativity on my end, I'm retiring Niamh for a while to focus on other things. I know I will pick her up again at some time in the future, but it will probably be a while. Until then, best wishes against the Cryers. I've chatted with Brytan regarding her, so ...

Not particularly abashed, Niamh flashed a grin at the shaman, one hand batting away a shock of hair from her rugged features, even as the knotted strands of muscles began to loosen as Kiare's admission sunk in. She will walk again! Hawkeye's sober reminder didn't much dint the glimmer in her bird-li...

The earthiness of Hawkeye's hut welcomed her with it's familiarity, the sharp mixture of smoke and life intertwining in a distinctive scent she always associated with his shamanistic ways. Padding a few steps into the tent, she dropped into an easy crouch beside the fire, the sight of Kiare leaving ...

OOC: Inspiration seems to be evading me lately, for Niamh, sorry if I'm a bit slow. IC: "Hawkeye?" Niamh paused just before the tent-flap, a flicker's courtesy giving the one within notice of her presence. Her sandaled feet rested in the hard-tramped earth before the tent, one hand resting...

Leaving the strangers to Catherine's attentions, Niamh made her way silently along the hard-packed dirt path that led to the Shaman's tent, her spirit unsettled. Though the young Kanthrop woman refused to let the strangers worry her, the unvoiced fears their presence caused seemed to settle a heavy ...

OOC: I was just waiting for Guido to post before I posted, otherwise I would have responded days ago. Since my rate is slower, though, I'll just scoot Niamh elsewhere so I don't bog you down with waiting. IC: Tugal's brief appearance, and unexpected compliment drew a sudden, vague flush upon Niamh's...

Maybe we should, y'know .. sticky the OOC threads for posterity.

*Drags out a comfy sofa and plops to watch the Trothgard/Aveas action*

LOL...


*Waves*

We're all cool'n'stuff now, our own OOCly thread...

The Kanthrop woman passed along a few strips of meat to the red-haired figure who crouched at the fireside, an eye traveling along his lanky frame in an askance matter. She silently added another slice to the few dripping pieces already given, for it was clear to any sane being the man was not used ...

Niamh's mischievous aura subsided abruptly, with Xenovia's cool response and Kaern's far-too-timely warning. Heaving a put-upon sigh, she sat and watched, a flicker of surprise blinking the eyes watching her companion's inviting gesture. She too crouched by the fire, uncharacteristically silent as s...

Niamh's earlier unease had begun to lapse, and the approving glances, as well as the understanding brush of Kaila's fingers, were a heady salve. At least there is one thing, yet, I might do right... At the kit's panting exclamation, she craned her head around, spying the woman, Guido and Quinlan fro...

Feeling perhaps that she had gone a little too far, she pushed ahead, darting a quietly apologetic look to those who had gathered the crying kits to them. Those nearest her had indeed clambered upon and around her, but the weight of all the kit pressed around her was comforting, in a way, and though...

Leaving off the spit for a burn, Niamh slaked her thirst with a careful gulp from the waterskin, almost uncomfortably aware of all the eyes watching her do so, as they awaited the rest of the story. She passed it to the child next to her to hold, and grinned her thanks to the one who'd retrieved it....

Niamh appreciated the understanding silence of those around her, after the initial welcome, though a vague worry congealed within her breast, as she wondered if it were from their general disappointment in her, or simple clannish courtesy. The burns slid by, unattended, as she stared into the flicke...

Chyril 24th, MT When daylight finally glimmered over the horizon beyond the cave, Niamh drew herself to her feet, looking to Oni for instructions on what to do. The confidence with which she had begun her scouting assignment the previous day, had shattered somewhat. Now, all she wished was to retur...

Niamh's weariness was affecting her judgement horribly, and later she would be thankful her mad dash towards the ship was cut prematurely short. Initially, however, the animal spirit within both quailed in terror at the sea of Cryers illuminated by the flash, and raged at the inability to defend its...

She had done with waiting while they all bickered, and was sorry she had spared even the attempt at an argument with Quinlan . "You would wait until we are surrounded, and it is too late?! Until another half of your men and my kin are sacrificed as bloody heaps of flesh? Soulless?" Whateve...

Niamh rolled her shoulders back at the exchange between Xenovia and Quinlan , her kin's anger stirring hers as well at the recitation of the intruder's offenses. It shook off the last vestiges of the fog her battle rage had left her senses in, bringing round her wits to the defense of the Kanthrop a...

The slow cessation of fighting caused Niamh to lurch forward, finally, an awkward movement that brought her weariness to light. She stepped forwards, one pace only, sharp eyes striving to pierce the night, trying to see if the Cryers were pacing just within the night's shadows outside the glare of f...

The haze of her fury seemed to heighten her senses, and the prickle of blood only incensed her rage further. The torch, which had lasted some little time, had finally been extinguished by the darkness, and as she lunged and fought beside her companion, Xenovia , she wielded the torch's unlit stump w...