Recent content by Asta Dalgaard

Asta took the paper and read the verses. She took a bit of her sandwich and chewed thoughtfully. Setting the scrap down beside the parchment that she wrote upon, the jill's gaze flicked between the rubbing, her notes, and the new piece of information. She muttered to herself in Varangian...

The jack gave the small fox a soft smile, dropping his head in a nod. "Really, just two afternoons a week is enough for me. I'd probably hear about it from my partner if I were gone too much during the times we can usually spend together." Asta took hold of Whisper's paw and squeezed it gently...

Asta looked pointedly at Caden over Whisper's head. He raised his shoulders in a defensive shrug, mouthing, What? She glanced down at Whisper, then back up at him. The jack rubbed the back of his neck, frowning. "I'm sorry," he offered. "I didn't mean to cause offense. You have a couple years...

Asta slid her arm carefully around Whisper's shoulders, hesitant at first, but bolstered by how readily Whisper cuddled up against her. She could see the question and confusion lingering in Caden's gaze, though she could only trust him to keep from treading upon sensitive ground with the little...

Asta had grabbed a blank piece of parchment and charcoal pencil and was beginning to scribble out notes as she looked over the rubbings. At Evva's question, she looked up. "Warrior culture? Not everybeast is warriors. My family is musicians and farmers. Everybeast can fight in some way, that is...

"Sixteen years?" Caden was not able to fully hide his surprise. He glanced at Asta, as though for confirmation. The jill stared back at him in question, clearly not seeing the issue. Caden cleared his throat. "Well, you are certainly qualified. Not that I questioned your qualifications," he...

Asta poured two cups of tea. She dropped a cube of sugar into her cup and several dollops of cream into each of the vessels. As Whisper turned their attention to Caden, the jill glanced at him to see how he would respond to the fox. She felt protective of the eccentric little vulpine and their...

Paw in paw with Whisper, Asta led her from the room and down the hall to the kitchen. "Yes, I forgetting you're hungry." She went to the counter and uncovered a loaf of bread from beneath a towel, then grabbed the butter bell and a knife. Taking the entire loaf onto a plate, Asta motioned for...

Asta crowed with laughter at the thought of a knee-high Caden toddling about. "Aw, I can only imagining him so small. He was probably very cute, ja?" Caden folded his arms over his chest, affecting a lofty expression. "I was indeed quite cute. It's probably how I managed to survive into...

Asta felt something inside her melt at Whisper's sung words, and the tension that she had been holding faded so that she could only feel a burgeoning warmth at the companionship and closeness of the little fox. "Maybe a minute or two more," the jill said. "This is...nice." She slowly stroked...

The jill struggled with her emotions, taking several deep breaths and wiping away her tears. "So...so you both thinking it okay if I join?" She glanced up at Caden. "You would let me?" Caden sighed, nodding. "I know I've been very protective, maybe overly so, since we made our home here. But I...

"Oh, um." For a moment Asta did not know what to do. She had never had a beast melt into her in such a way. It felt good, though part of her fluttered with some unspoken terror that could have also been excitement, but she could not currently discern between the two emotions. Recalling how she...

It was not the reaction nor question Asta expected. Her experience with such things thus far in her life had been rather limited, and Whisper was quite different than anybeast she had encountered. Asta wanted them to feel safe and loved, as it was apparent nobeast had ever provided that for...

Asta blinked through her tears, sniffling as she turned to Daniil in surprise. "You wanting to join them, too?" Caden felt his heart breaking for Asta, and he wished he could take her suffering from her and bear it himself. She deserved so much better than what had happened to her. He gave her...

"Oh, Whisper, I'm so sorry." Asta held them, wrapping her arms about the small fox. She stayed like that for a time, not saying anything, simply trying to be a solid, friendly presence as Whisper cried into her. Finally she found words that she hoped would be meaningful to them. "You having a...