Recent content by Cryle

"Toss her in the sea and be rid of her," Cryle grumbled to herself, hunkered over a table with her hat pulled low over her head. Her bowl, empty of soup, was filled with tiny screws and bits of engineering, with her toolkit spread open beside her spoon, and half a pocket watch open in front of...

Cryle had smelled him coming long before the whisper, the poke, or the horrible sight of his face peering over the edge of her hammock. Korya, too, had smelled him, but ignored it, because Korya smelled pretty much everything, whereas Cryle's pointed nose was fine-tuned specifically for the...

Cryle stood and saluted the Captain's door. There was somebeast standing beside it, perhaps a guard, perhaps someone who just wanted to lean against the bulkhead for a moment. She didn't know, and didn't question it. She just pawed at the door to open it with a quick, "Captain's orders, I'm to...

If I had a gilder for every time pineapples saved my life, I'd have three gilders. Which is just enough for a fresh pineapple. The thought was the only comfort in Cryle's head. The rest of the thoughts edged away to the darker corners, leaving a muddled blankness to settle over her. For the...

"Five would allow for thirty-one, but accounting for punctuation and a number signifier, it would fall short. So six is rather ideal. That would allow for sixty-three." "That's almost double!" "It's one just over double, actually. How-ever... If we're to add dashes, it would be nine. A...

Cryle's spine stiffened, her back a straight 90° angle to the deck - save for the bend where her tail connected, but then the rest of that, too, stood straight and stiff behind her, the bow on the tip ruffling in the wind as the ship made way. She had thrown a salute so hard that she had nearly...

Cryle nodded along with little squeaks of "Mhm-hmm!" as her questions were finally answered. So, the binnacle did glow, technically. "Yes, sir, marm, um... marm-sir. I think that suits me very well. Being out among the stars. Maps. All that..." ...all that away from everybeast else stuff...

Cryle's head turned sharply to Swifttail at the word traitor. For a moment her eyes burned, as if she were conjuring rays of light to scorch the fox, until her brain caught up to what he actually said. (The glare she had given Mr. Pawminton for suggesting she abandon her sister's fate, however...

The deck had cleared enough for Cryle to make her way to the binnacle, leaving her bunking companion with the ferret that Cryle rather disliked. Not for his mannerisms, he was just... scrungy. Korya seemed to have a soft spot for scrungy. Being bunked together had been quite beneficial for them...

"Space and time," she repeated under her breath. Just like her rank seven moon ranger, Ryleca Starmist, who could manipulate time and space to do lunar wizard magic! Except, logging isn't exactly manipulation, this isn't accounting, after all. Close enough to be a good exercise. Cryle...

Cryle stared straight ahead, expression as blank as could be, as those around her fell apart. What was the fuss? Sure, maybe her syllable count was a little off... Her melody was nothing to praise, certainly, although mathematically the rise and fall fit within the two-chord structure with a...

"So you can't see red?" "I can see red. It just looks grey." "But grey is rocks." "Rocks can be many colors. Some rocks can be red, too. Clay." "I love the way clay sounds when it shatters. I think I get it now. Clay shatters spicy. Like red. Why is red spicy again? I thought green was...

Cryle had thrust her paws into her pockets as Kaii talked in her defense. Her blue-ish silver hue of her fur was fading again, ripening into a pink as he flattered her skills for the hamster. She stood a little straighter at the mention of criminal, ears folding forwards a little prouder. Her...

Kaii's paw on her shoulder had made her flinch, but it was Swifttail's tail that broke her heart. That was the thing she held onto as the adventure came crumbling down around her. It had always been a mesmerizing little movement in her peripheral vision, but the stillness - and now, that single...

While Swifttail had his lessons, Cryle listened in with only half a mind, the other focused on the task given to her. With her stack of papers and a spare compass, she put her nose down to the desk and drew, pausing only to let her mind work out a particularly tricky bit. Once in a while...