Recent content by Emilia T. Brudenell

The young stoat wiped her sleeve across her face and studied the fox critically, made curious by his reaction despite herself. She leaned over the sword, placed two fingers to its cold steel and traced along the flat of the blade. "Yes, I know about the assassins." she said quietly. "Maybe if...

The stoat breathed heavily, sniffling and glaring at him, her big brown eyes raw and red-rimmed. She ignored the outstretched kerchief, letting it hang there not unlike Emilia did so earlier. There seemed to be a pattern here now, of Alwyn's relationships with female Brudenells. Unlike cool...

Nuori's brow lowered to a disapproving glare, eyes staring coolly, as if unimpressed by the fox's attempts at convincing. The youth crossed her arms. "Because the Imperium is full of wicked beasts who take advantage of good people, and my parents aren't a lot of nice things, but they are good...

"Mind your pacing, darling, lest they're watching." Emilia said calmly, still stroking Junior's head. The little one had begun to doze, tucked comfortably against her. "No, Nuori won't fully understand. She wants freedom right now, and what she's been through so young..." The stoatess gave a...

@Alwyn Ryalor Nuori stared at him for a long, drawn-out moment of silence, and then she shook her head with a slight smirk on her lips. The young stoat leaned across her desk and took the bottle of wine. She uncorked it and took a swig before looking balefully over the bottle at the tall fox...

@Willard Brudenell Emilia's smile took on a sad quality as her husband brought up their only real risk, something very hard to argue against. Of course, it was easy to feel like raising the kits here and living the rest of their lives with their heads down could be enough. Just so long as the...

@Willard Brudenell Emilia slipped gently from her husband's arms and took Will by the paw, leading him back to the table where he happily leapt onto the seat next to her as she removed her other glove and took a fork and knife. She cut a delicate piece from the delectable-looking cinnamon roll...

@Alwyn Ryalor Nuori's eyes narrowed slightly as her age was brought up, but by the end of his speech Alwyn seemed to have somewhat won her over again. "I'm not waiting until my nameday to leave, if that's what you're trying to tell me. My life..." she looked down a moment, searching for the...

Nuori's eyes widened slightly at that, unused to being addressed by Alwyn in such a manner. So often was her spikiness met only with quiet deference by the guards who kept her there. "Well, what are you doing just standing there?" she said, setting the book aside. She waved a paw forward. "You...

She studied him with her big, watchful eyes, stroked his cheek. "Do we know anyone else we could trust to do this, honestly? Any contacts from before we were sent here?" At his eager agreement to her second suggestion, she smiled and returned the kiss. "Good stoat." Their kit ran over then...

Emilia released a deep, breathy sigh as Willard held her, caressed her with his gentle paw. Her ear twitched and heart twinged at the stress her husband felt in turn, and she wrapped her arms about the bigger stoat and buried her face in him. "They are smart, perhaps a bit too much so." she said...

Nuori Anais heaved a sigh, rolling her eyes and making a show of not looking up from her book as she turned another page. "You're supposed to ask that question before opening somebeast's door. What if I was changing? Anyway, no, you don't have permission." Another page turned. "I'm busy. Much...

@Willard Brudenell The stoatkit giggled uproariously and repeated a naughty word he'd heard before as he went for another sweet. "Pahahaha, papa, you rotter!" Emilia clucked her tongue, but had no time to properly reprove before Willard knelt beside her, and her concerns momentarily melted...

@Alwyn Ryalor A mole servant polishing silver in the hall sent the lieutenant in a better direction, having known the young Nuori to prefer the small but handsome guesthouse when it wasn't in use. The stoatess and her chosen headquarters ranked of teenage angst, and smelled faintly of old...

Emilia's lips drew into a frown as the fox held the scroll out to her. She didn't take it, leaving it extended and hanging there as she continued to weed. It was clear she didn't approve of the young lieutenant bringing up his father, especially given her already fragile emotional state that...