Recent content by Eirene Liu

Eirene considered for a moment what to do with this energetic hare. He wasn't accepted yet; Alwyn would have to have a look at him, and the navy had their own application process. Taking him out on the street seemed a recipe for disaster, and Eirene didn't want to take responsibility for what he...

Eirene's eyes widened as the hare inadvertently made a mess, and seemed to be on the verge of making an even greater one. "Why don't we just leave it be," she suggested, trying to wave him off, "and let someone else deal wit' it later? Is probably best if we were never here."

Eirene pulled out a form, then put it back, apparently finding it not to be the correct one. "Well," she mused, "I hear dat de marines serve on bot' ship and land. Dey go on landing parties, tings like dat. Maybe dat is best of bot' worlds. I know dere is shore time still for navy beasts, and...

Eirene patiently bore through Daniil's rage; she'd once fought with a similar fury, though hers had been derived from fanaticism rather than grief. It was clear that he'd taken her comment personally, and it was propelling him to recklessness. It was also wearing him out. Eirene knew from...

The door creaked open, and a rather bemused sable ferret in the uniform of the Stoatorian Guard, helmet tucked under one arm and halberd slung across her back, looked out on the hare. "Well, dis is new," she remarked, her voice colored by a Hanshiman accent. "I heared dat de woodlanders live...

Daniil very regretfully let go of the blade, clearly showing an incredible amount of trust in his cousin by parting with it at all. He kept that knife at his side, but didn't seem inclined to go for it. Eirene lingered a bit in the hall, clearly sensing that something was afoot that was making...

Eirene was glancing between the three males, her eyes narrowed and her brows furrowed in confusion. It was readily apparent she'd picked up on there being some subtext she missing, with no clue as to what it might be. "De training fields sound good," she allowed. "I am good with de glaive. If I...

Eirene noticed the strange bolts just as her ears picked up the sound of movement in the hall. She stepped back and pretended to admire the battlefield painting. In truth, it was well done; she appreciated the maroon the artist has chosen as the primary color for the blood-stained earth, and the...

Eirene approached the newfound dead end, her eyes scanning the alcove curiously. The art and armor was an interesting touch, presenting just enough to draw the eye to pull it away from... There. A seam, very carefully hidden behind some moulding. "You know," she commented, "in Hanshiman we...

Eirene had to consider that carefully. "Hmm... Well," she allowed, "eidder one of us needs to eat many of de non-fish fishsticks from de vendor in de market, den wait..." She winced at the juvenile nature of the remark. Morgan's sense of humor, it seemed, was influencing her. "...or we crack a...

Eirene frowned, tapping one finger to her chin as she considered that conundrum. "Hm... a toxic gas leak?" she suggested. "Dat works sometimes. Or maybe we are closet inspectors from de Ministry of Niceties."

Eirene's eyes widened. Part of her, an old, long dormant part, stirred in interest. There'd been a time in life when the allure of secret knowledge and hidden passages had been like a drug to her, keeping her tightly bound to a society that prided itself on secrecy and moving in the shadows. She...

Eirene smiled warmly at the youngster - or, well, not so young, she reflected. She'd been in her early twenties during the Winter War, and now here she and Bezine were, with a full-grown daughter of their own off in the navy. As the phrase in her native tongue went, 'time is a butcher's knife'...

Eirene tensed as the marten stopped her with a paw on her shoulder, bracing for an attack - but none came, only words of surprising wisdom. She nodded in understanding of his perspective, appreciating the nuances involved in lived experience. "De cause I fought for turned out no was so noble,"...

Eirene paused, trying to figure out how to handle that question. She resumed walking and caught up, but kept her head bowed. Well, if they ran her file through the Ministry of Misanthropy, it would probably be figured out sooner or later. "I was a Verfolger," she admitted. "I fought in de...