Recent content by Asta Dalgaard

@Marie "Whisper" Deftclaw "Your father owning...?" Asta trailed off, unsure she had understood the the fox. She shrugged as she answered Whisper's question. "Varangia being home, but I can't going back, complicated story. My father died, and me and his husband, my adoptive father Caden, were...

@Marie "Whisper" Deftclaw "You must being very, uh, talentfulle." Asta wrinkled her nose as the Vulpinsulan word escaped her for a moment. Then she brightened. "Oh, ja, talented. Playing for so long." She shifted, curling her tail around by her footpaws. "Many beasts playing lute, not only...

@Marie "Whisper" Deftclaw Asta was unsure how to respond to the small fox's reaction. She reached out a put a paw on the crying beast's shoulder, hoping the contact would comfort them. "It being okay, really. I not feeling ignored." The jill gave their shoulder a light squeeze. "I excited to...

@Marie "Whisper" Deftclaw "Whisper," Asta said. "That being a nice name." She laid the music out on the ground in front of her. For each she hummed the tune just loud enough to be heard as she rubbed her chin in thought. Finally, the jill pushed the mazurka towards Whisper. "I thinking this...

@Marie "Whisper" Deftclaw "Oh, I understanding," Asta offered with a kind smile. She looked over the pieces of music. While she could only read some Vulpinsulan text, the musical notations used in Vulpinsula had been adopted in Varangia, and so her gaze quickly flitted over the notes with a...

@Marie "Whisper" Deftclaw Asta fairly jittered with nerves. Though she had performed in small venues since she was a kit, this was her first performance for so many beasts in such a setting as grand as the Opera House. She worried at the hem of her dress sleeve, the deep blue gown made for her...

"I liking this idea, performing on the ship," Asta said. "And at the Gizzard. Why not doing both, ja? Would be good meeting your crew." She thought more on their initial conversation about Morgan's injury and what the crew had gone through on their voyage in the north. "I having an idea. The...

"Silvie!" Asta beamed. "I meeting Silvie, I think. Silvertongue Songfox, ja? We playing in Bilge together one time." She tapped at her lute. "He using his lute like weapon to save me from bad beasts in crowd. Very good fox, playing lute nice, too. Caden telling me not to go there, but I heard...

"She very sweet," Asta said. "Your Mum. And who knowing? Maybe you will getting together with Vihma." She winked, grinning. "If you wanting help, maybe me and Caden coming over and cooking for you two. I playing nice music, too." She finger-picked several bars of a hauntingly beautiful melody...

Settling back on the bench beside Morgan, the jill deftly moved her fingers over the strings of the lute as she played a series of short, lilting phrases. She thought on Morgan's question. "Ja, in romance way. We had stop in voyage in Alkamar. Caden went to, ah, I thinking it place where jacks...

Asta nodded. She looked eastward through the garden, not speaking for several long moments. "Ja, I knowing what you mean. Bad things happening in Varangia, that why we leaving to come here. It being a long voyage, almost a year. Still not seeming far enough sometimes." She tapped at her temple...

"It work but it good work." Asta watched as a blue butterfly landed on a nearby flower, its wings opening and closing. "At least, that what Caden and my father saying. I not knowing myself." She began to say more on the subject, then frowned and shook her head, turning her eyes back to Morgan...

"A mess?" Asta shrugged. "We all being messes, I think. If she not being interested, then that is okay. Hard, but okay. Can still be friends, ja? If she being interested, then you being honest with her about you. Hoping she honest with you about her, too. It work, being with another beast like...

Asta wrapped her arms around Morgan and held her. She wished her father was there to help. Asta recalled many long conversations with him about Caden, who had expressed similar sentiments as Morgan the first several years he had come to be in their family. At times things had been very difficult...

Asta unfolded her legs and scooted forward on the bench towards Morgan until she was close enough to the ferret to reach out and put a paw on her shoulder. "I no seeing a screw-up. I seeing a friend who needing a hug. Can I?" --- "Oh, Daniil. Do you think I care about all that?" Caden set his...