- Invitation Status
- Look for groups
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- My times are pretty erratic, but I try to avoid being on EST 11pm-9am.
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, Modern, Historical Romance.
Kirabin was enjoying the festivities the way only an old crone could, sitting next to Throd, and quite prepared to start filling up her plate with food. She cackled quietly when Lav'vi tripped while coming in. No matter how old she grew, that girl would remain a small child in Kirabin's mind, tripping trying to keep up with her sorceress mother and warrior father. Still, this was a historic moment, in its own way, and that child was destined to become a part of it. She looked on the proceedings with pleasure, a moment of peace before much would change. "Shakan help you both." She laughed quietly to herself in her rough voice.