- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Genres
- Fantasy, Urban fantasy, Magical, Science fiction (occasionally), Romance (prefer elements of it that occur organically during a RP), Drama (as part rather than the focus of a story), Adventure
Amarantha Whitmore
"Mmm," Amarantha settled in with a pleased smile. Amir was a good host, nosiness or not. She waited until the man brought the day's special blend, then started on her baklava. She ate delicately, breaking of tiny pieces with her fork. She ate nearly without leaving a speck of sugar on her lips. Despite the meticulous care, she seemed to be doing it by habit, and was clearly enjoying herself if the slight smile was anything to go by. Amarantha sipped at the hot tea in between the baklava, preferring her drink at a warmth that was just shy of scalding. To his last question, she responded with an intrigued glint in her eye, "Any new literature? A recommendation for our group here?"
At Felix's answer, she leaned closer in his direction. "Oh? You travel for work? How fascinating. I have never been outside this town, but I enjoy listening to travelers' stories. Would you mind telling me one? It can be work related. Who knows, perhaps your patron would like to establish new connections and avenues for his mercantile business." There was a subtle eagerness to Amarantha's questioning, almost a thirst for new information and adventurous tales.