- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- Multiple posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- On fairly regularly, every day. I'll notice a PM almost immediately. Replies come randomly.
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- No Preferences
- Genres
- High fantasy is my personal favorite, followed closely by modern fantasy and post-apocalyptic, but I can happily play in any genre if the plot is good enough.
"Like, the actual temple temple?" The brown haired young woman continued, completely disregarding Khelida's question as soon as she got an affirmative response. "On the Island of Grace? Not just one of the outskirt temples? That's so cool! I always wanted to see all the temples on Grace Island, but I was only ever a glorified maid back at the Storm Shrine, and there was no way I'd ever get to go. And, well, now it's even less likely, but I'm also an official Storm Priest Apprentice, so I guess you never know which way life's ups and downs are going to take you."
Finishing with her rush of chatter, the young woman paused, grabbing a strand of flyaway brown hair and firmly tucking it back behind her ear, before she started to take another gulp from her soup. However, when the bowl was halfway to her mouth, she suddenly paused, lowering it again suddenly enough that it would have splashed on her if the bowl wasn't already half-empty. "Oh, right!" she proclaimed loudly, eyes once again locking Khelida down. "Is it true that there's a statue of the Goddess at the Central Temple that will really speak to people? I heard that the truly worthy who prayed before the statue would recieve her direct words. And that the statue was made from a stone that came from the very center of the island, at the peak of the highest mountain. And that the goddess herself led a stonemason to the island to carve it for her. And—"
"Sweetie," Giana suddenly interrupted, her eyes rolling slightly. "If you expect an answer, you need to stop talking long enough for Khelida to get a word in edgewise."
The brown haired woman froze, a faint blush staining her cheeks, before she shrugged playfully. However, true to Giana's prompting, she kept her mouth closed after that point.
Finishing with her rush of chatter, the young woman paused, grabbing a strand of flyaway brown hair and firmly tucking it back behind her ear, before she started to take another gulp from her soup. However, when the bowl was halfway to her mouth, she suddenly paused, lowering it again suddenly enough that it would have splashed on her if the bowl wasn't already half-empty. "Oh, right!" she proclaimed loudly, eyes once again locking Khelida down. "Is it true that there's a statue of the Goddess at the Central Temple that will really speak to people? I heard that the truly worthy who prayed before the statue would recieve her direct words. And that the statue was made from a stone that came from the very center of the island, at the peak of the highest mountain. And that the goddess herself led a stonemason to the island to carve it for her. And—"
"Sweetie," Giana suddenly interrupted, her eyes rolling slightly. "If you expect an answer, you need to stop talking long enough for Khelida to get a word in edgewise."
The brown haired woman froze, a faint blush staining her cheeks, before she shrugged playfully. However, true to Giana's prompting, she kept her mouth closed after that point.