- 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.
Armen’s greeting seemed to cause Haliyah to almost shrink in on herself, shoulders hunching in as the fabric of her skirt swayed slightly. Even though the martial courtyard appeared open to the sky, granting everyone within a view of the golden leaves of the great tree, it was as well protected as the rest of the Patriarch’s house. There was no such thing as a stray breeze that could work its way into the courtyard. Therefore, the only possible source of Haliyah’s swaying skirt would be her own trembling legs.
Tucked away behind her back, her small hands balled into fists, nails momentarily biting into her skin. A moment later and she jerked her bent head up, meeting Armen’s eyes with a gaze that had gone from submissive to near-confrontational in a split second.
“...Hello!” she replied, words coming out with an explosive force that denied her anxiety. A moment later, and she grabbed the edges of her skirt, dipping down into a slightly shaky, but still proper, formal curtsy.
It was only when she looked back up that she spotted Armen’s outstretched hand. Her eyes went wide for an instant, before they strayed around the room, seeming to seek out something she clearly wasn’t able to find. Stuck between the dilemma of ignoring his gesture, or daring to take the initiative as a commoner to physically touch a member of the Albilon household, Haliyah could only tremble harder.
Eleric came to her rescue a moment later, patting her on the back in a way that caused her to take a stumbling step forward, causing her to all-but collide with Armen’s hand, which she grabbed unconsciously.
“Haliyah is the youngest daughter of a mayoral family here in the Snakescale Forest, and a rare dual aptitude mage, both wind and fire. As a wind mage myself, I’ve taken her on as my personal apprentice, and your mother requested she be trained alongside you.”
Although there were a lot of children in the Albilon household, and more than a few of them were close in age to Armen, none of them were the kind of people who could be brought into his training. Clearly his mother was hoping that pairing him with a child about his age would help Armen relax a little bit, instead of always pursuing his training with such intensity.
Haliyah curtsied again in response to Eleric’s introduction, still looking mildly panicked. Eleric glanced down at her sympathetically. “Would you be willing to see how much she knows, Armen? I know we’ve explored wind rather extensively in your training, and have touched on fire, so you should be able to get a good sense for both her skills and knowledge of mana theory.”
Tucked away behind her back, her small hands balled into fists, nails momentarily biting into her skin. A moment later and she jerked her bent head up, meeting Armen’s eyes with a gaze that had gone from submissive to near-confrontational in a split second.
“...Hello!” she replied, words coming out with an explosive force that denied her anxiety. A moment later, and she grabbed the edges of her skirt, dipping down into a slightly shaky, but still proper, formal curtsy.
It was only when she looked back up that she spotted Armen’s outstretched hand. Her eyes went wide for an instant, before they strayed around the room, seeming to seek out something she clearly wasn’t able to find. Stuck between the dilemma of ignoring his gesture, or daring to take the initiative as a commoner to physically touch a member of the Albilon household, Haliyah could only tremble harder.
Eleric came to her rescue a moment later, patting her on the back in a way that caused her to take a stumbling step forward, causing her to all-but collide with Armen’s hand, which she grabbed unconsciously.
“Haliyah is the youngest daughter of a mayoral family here in the Snakescale Forest, and a rare dual aptitude mage, both wind and fire. As a wind mage myself, I’ve taken her on as my personal apprentice, and your mother requested she be trained alongside you.”
Although there were a lot of children in the Albilon household, and more than a few of them were close in age to Armen, none of them were the kind of people who could be brought into his training. Clearly his mother was hoping that pairing him with a child about his age would help Armen relax a little bit, instead of always pursuing his training with such intensity.
Haliyah curtsied again in response to Eleric’s introduction, still looking mildly panicked. Eleric glanced down at her sympathetically. “Would you be willing to see how much she knows, Armen? I know we’ve explored wind rather extensively in your training, and have touched on fire, so you should be able to get a good sense for both her skills and knowledge of mana theory.”