Moriel the Pyrefox
Legacy Name: Talliessa
The Glade Popoko
Age: 8 years, 1 month, 3 weeks
Born: July 29th, 2015
Adopted: 8 years, 1 month, 3 weeks ago
Adopted: July 29th, 2015
- Level: 2
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
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Wayward Squirrel Season 4: ... ((tbc))
Excerpts from The Wayward Squirrel:
It was well past midnight in Veleria. All was quiet and most of the Elven city was asleep, save for the watchmen and one lone courier. The watchmen paid no attention to the boy, for he was well-known to them, as he rushed through the gates to the inner-city and up the many stairs that swirled around the massive eldergleam trees, up to the elevated homes of Veleria’s nobility. Arriving at last to his destination, he stopped—pausing to catch his breath—and regained his composure before knocking at the door. His instructions were clear: do not wait, do not let anyone stop you, deliver this message only to her. He had been to this home many times before, though never this late, but he knew the lady of this house to be kind and gentle, albeit seriously intimidating when accompanied by her massive black dire wolf. He rapped at the door again, listening for movement. Sure enough, he heard the sound of low whines and a sniffling at the door, followed by heavy loping away from the door. Ah, he thought, there we go.
Sure enough, moments later the door opened to reveal a woman—though not the one he was expecting—with long dark hair, covered only by the bedsheet wrapped around her body like a dress. “Can I help you?” she muttered, rubbing at her eyes, her voice thick from sleep. The courier straightened and cleared his throat.
“I’ve a message for Lady Talliessa.” The woman quirked an eyebrow at him when he did not offer the letter to her. There was a pause before he continued, “Sorry ma’am, I’ve been instructed it is to be delivered to her and her only.” The woman rolled her eyes and sighed.
“Alright, alright.” She huffed, “one moment please.” She left the door ajar as she walked away toward another room. She paused, looking back towards the courier. “Please, come in. I’ll never hear the end of it if I left you out in the night after you’ve run so far.” She fluttered her hand toward the far wall, obscured by the open door. “You’re welcome to sit, she’ll be out to receive you shortly.” The courier nodded gratefully and entered the home, shutting the door behind him and making his way toward an open chair.
After several minutes of soft voices and the rustling of fabric, a familiar face appeared from the doorway across from him. She wore a silk nightgown of midnight blue and her long black hair flowed behind her as she swept into the room with a kind smile. The other woman did not accompany her this time, nor did the wolf, much to his relief. She nodded toward him and headed over to a small basin, filling up two cups with water and joining him in the sitting area. She handed him a cup and took a sip from her own. He drank it, thanking her softly. She simply smiled at him as she waited for him to finish. “Lexa tells me that you have a letter for me and my eyes only.” Her voice was melodic and warm, and as she spoke he could feel the weariness leaving his body. The courier wondered if this was the Lady’s magic at work. He had heard stories of her adventures, but had never witnessed magic himself.
He nodded, “Yes, mi’Lady.” He held the letter out to her. It was tied with red ribbon, but otherwise plain on the outside. She smiled again, taking the parchment from his hands and slipping him several gold coins in return. His eyes widened in surprise, and he began to open his mouth to object before she chuckled softly and closed his palm over the gold.
“Please, if you’ve no more urgent deliveries for the night, there is an inn three roads over. This should be more than enough for the night and a warm meal when you arise in the morning.” She wore an expression on her face that said she would not take the money back, even if he objected, so he swallowed his protests and instead thanked her profusely. She laid a hand on his shoulder and continued, “And in the future dear,” she paused and waited for him to nod before continuing, “Lexa, the woman who opened the door, has my full permission to receive any messages for me. Including ones like these.” She removed her hand from his shoulder and stood. The courier stood as well, nodding again to the woman.
“Of course, mi’Lady. Thank you, mi’Lady.” He quickly made his way to the door, more than ready to seek out the inn she had mentioned and rest for the night. He bowed once and was off into the night once more. Talliessa sighed, shook her head absently and shut the door. Replacing the wards and returning to her bedroom, she began preparing herself mentally for what she was sure this letter contained. It even smelled faintly of her friend’s perfume. She knew what this was.
As she entered the room, she paused, smiling at the sight in front of her. Curled up in her place in the bed was her wolf Moriel. Beside her, snuggled up for warmth with one hand gently scratching the wolf’s large head, was Lexa. She chuckled, “Alright girls, I’m back now.” She sat down on the edge of the bed, patting Moriel affectionately on her hindquarters. The wolf’s head darted up, as if she had been startled on the verge of sleep, and she yawned widely before hopping down from the bed and returning to her own on the other side of the room. Lexa reached out and grasped her hand, tugging on it gently and muttering something about coming back to bed. Talliessa indulged her, slipping back under the covers and stroking her hair absently while sitting up still and conjuring a tiny ball of candlelight. When she sensed that her partner wasn’t going to be sleeping for a while yet, Lexa groaned and sat back up with a yawn.
“Wha’ssat Tal?” she slurred, head coming to rest on Talliessa’s shoulder. Talli gave her a small smile before pulling the ribbon away and opening the parchment. As she suspected, it was a summons for the Protectors of the Realm. At the bottom of the parchment, the familiar signature sent a rush of memories through her and she shivered. Her team needed her, and she would respond. Only this time, she was leaving someone behind and guilt bubbled in her chest.
“It’s time,” she muttered softly. Seconds that felt like hours passed before it registered and Lexa stiffened at her side. Sighing softly, Talli set the parchment on the table beside the bed, the spell winked out of existence and she wrapped her arms around the smaller woman. She felt her melt into the embrace as they snuggled closer. “I have to go. You know that.”
Lexa whined, a small feeble noise in the back of her throat, and burrowed her head further into the crook of Talli’s shoulder. “I knoooow,” she replied. “I’m just gonna miss you is all.” Talli smiled affectionately and smoothed Lexa’s hair with her free hand. They stayed like that for a while, Lexa burrowing and Talli petting her hair.
“I’ll have to pack in the morning,” Talli murmured, deftly twirling a strand of hair around her fingers. “But until then, we both need to sleep.” Talli heard the younger woman mutter her approval as she pulled both of them back down onto the pillows. It was quite late and they hadn’t exactly gone to bed early in the first place. Talli kept herself wrapped around her partner as they both resolved to spend the time they had until her departure as close as possible. It was only a few short moments before she felt herself slipping back into sleep. In the morning, she could worry about everything. For now, she would rest soundly, securely wrapped around the woman she loved.
Tomorrow, she left for The Wayward Squirrel.
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