Recent content by Marianna Furotazzi

Marianna listened to the fox's scramble to explain himself, to add nuance to his equivocations. In truth, she could understand his perspective entirely too well. Coming from two lines of wealthy foxes, and adopted into a third, she was well and truly familiar with the kind of talk that lauded...

Marianna paced as she listened to the rambling explanations offered by the thespian, his tone rapidly changing as he varied from callous to qualifying, finally ending up back at indignant. She had to admit, if this was a performance, it was a good one in that he did a very good job of voicing...

Marianna felt a wave of heat run from her cheeks straight to her core at Ivo's murmured words and that bold, playful lick on the side of her muzzle. She should be horrified by the prospect of kits; after all, she and Ivo had only known each other for a matter of months. And yet, somehow, it...

Marianna was used to the bluster of males. Her brother certainly seemed to bloviate enough to whip up a monsoon with the amount of wind he moved. She also was far too accustomed to melodrama from years of consuming romantic literature of dubious artistic quality, and thus found herself little...

'Gates, Marianna wanted to pounce on Ivo. She knew all the tropes of romance novels; she'd lampooned more than a few in her more critical reviews posted in the Smelt. This was something entirely new and far too sweet for even the most hackneyed of romance authors to attempt. First, his art was...

How Marianna managed to hold in her laughter through the seduction as she watched through the slats of the closet door, she couldn't begin to say, in part because she was struggling to breathe through her paws clasped over her snout. As the game fell away and the interrogation began, she sobered...

Marianna beamed at Ivo at his offer to share the experiences together. "That sounds delightful," she enthused. Her smile became coy as she added, "It certainly gives me ideas of what you get for your nameday and Giftsgiving." It was a strange delight, plotting what gifts to give Ivo; it felt...

It turned out there were several crafty booths all close together, in an arrangement that made it easy for both Marianna and Ivo to find something of interest. Not only was one booth selling a wide variety of Fyadorian art (including a few scenes of urban life), but they were also selling...

Marianna took deep breaths, trying to calm herself. She'd found herself doing that a lot lately. She knew she'd been lucky; she'd come away from the Opera House Fire with only minor injuries, in part thanks to Ivo taking the blows for her. Still, she couldn't quite feel safe anymore, not with...

Marianna kissed Ivo's pawpad as he brushed it across her muzzle, nuzzling into his paw as she considered. A part of her ached to take him to bed, to lose herself in his embrace... But no. Their whole life couldn't be tumbles in the sheets and capers in the streets. Sooner or later they needed to...

Marianna screamed in terror as the pair plunged into the water below the window, primal fear overtaking her trust in Ivo's assertion that the water would catch them both. When they hit the water, it took her a moment to realize that Ivo wasn't moving, at least not nearly quick enough. She helped...

Marianna smiled at Ivo, the vision of the life he proposed deeply appealing, but... No. He was right; they both had too much drive, too much ambition, to settle quite yet. Even if they were together, if they embraced who and what they were openly, they couldn't leave behind this life quite yet...

Marianna's eyes brightened first at the agreement to three outfits, then at the confirmation of a trip to Westisle. Her eyes widened, staring at him in shock. "You're serious?" she asked, almost in disbelief, swiftly replaced by excitement. "Oh, you have no idea how much I'd love that! Oh, once...

Marianna nodded her gratitude to Tal'Rakan for the correction, then turned her attention to Ruffano. "I will procure a copy of the evening's schedule for you," she promised. "My intent is to get you hired as entertainment. My suggestion is to find a line-up that is just controversial enough to...

Marianna stood and gave a curtsy of her own to the beast, contemplating what farewell would be appropriate. "Feathered wings protect you," she bade him at last, capitalizing on what he'd spoken of as regarded his country and customs. Even if it wasn't strictly traditional to his culture, it...