Archive for ‘Heart’s Blood’

December 12, 2011

Nechtan

Nechtan:

“No; look at Nechtan, his dark eyes blazing with confidence, his pose triumphal. He is a master of this craft and he cannot fail.”

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May 15, 2011

Aislinn

Aislinn/Muirne:

“She stood watching in silence as I found a cloth and wiped the tabletop. Under her scrutiny I straightened, turning to face her. This was no serving woman. Her manner was regal and her clothing, though plain to the point of severity, was expertly cut and fashioned of finest wool. The gown was dove grey, the overdress a slightly darker shade; her hair was concealed by a light veil. Under its neat folds her expression was coolly judgmental. […]
The woman clasped her hands together, gazing at me with lustrous gray eyes. Her features were neat and small. She held herself very straight.”

“Muirne’s veil, covering every strand of her hair—if she removed that covering, would a cascade of golden locks tumble over her shoulders and down her back?”

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August 17, 2010

Maraid

Maraid:

“You have a sister. I remember that.” Rioghan this time. “A more generously built version of yourself, I believe you said. […]”

“My lovely sister, buxom, rosy and full of life, had been reduced to this.”

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Last Updated: 13.February.2011

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August 9, 2010

Caitrin

Caitrin:

I knew the outfit would look well with my rosy coloring and dark hair. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I heard Ita saying: It’s a pity you take after your mother.That mouth, that complexion, that figure, they’re sure to get you into trouble. With a sigh, I set the garments down.

“And then, ah, then came the third vision. Pale flesh in graceful rise and fall, dark hair curling down over a body all curves and softness, bright locks spilling across strong male shoulders.”

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Last Updated: 13.February.2011

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July 19, 2010

Anluan

Anluan:

“His appearance was unsettling, for although his features were above the commonplace in beauty, they were at the same time somehow skewed, as if the two sides of his face were not a perfect match for each other. I noted the red hair, as ill tended and overgrown as his garden, and the fair complexion, flushed by anger. His eyes were of an intense dark blue and as inimical as his voice.”

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July 19, 2010

Rioghan

Rioghan:

“A tall man emerged from the mist, shoulders square, walking steadily. I had just time to take in his impressive garb – a cloak dyed brilliant crimson, a chain around his neck that appeared to be of real gold – when a second man came up behind him.”

“He did not smile – his face was a sombre one, thin-lipped, sunken-eyed – but his manner was courteous.”

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June 27, 2010

Magnus

Magnus:

[…] a man I had not seen last night, a large, square-jawed individual with knives at his belt and a heavy axe slung on his back. He had on a worn but well-cared-for leather breastplate over practical garments of wool; it was the garb of a warrior. His hair was more grey than fair, and hung to his shoulders in thick twisted locks.”

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Last Updated: 13.February.2011

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