Recent content by Nevali

"It's important to learn how to focus even with other beasts around, you won't always have the luxury of a quiet working space." "Ain't that the truth," Nevali had muttered under her breath, feeling rather chastised - but rightfully so, really - at the Professor's rebuking of her attempted...

Nevali felt her gaze settle on young Levin as he scribbled away at his desk. She closed one eye, then opened it and closed the other. One red ermine, one blue ermine. Back to pink. She couldn't quite place a paw on it, but each one felt a little different. The possibility of youth laid out ahead...

Nevali trilled at the vixen, a burbling, throaty trill that ended in a soft squeak of a "zhip" noise - a musteline "you're welcome". "Not interested in trades, Ms. Miothiyle, just in sharin' my passion for persimmons an' other amazin' things. But if trades is what worries you, jes' meetin' a...

Nevali leaned forward, glasses sliding down to the tip of her nose as she listened attentively. She'd never really thought about it in the way he now presented it to her. It was logical, whimsical, hopeful. The thoughts of beasts many times her age, who yearned for more than what there was down...

"Huh, that's a new one," mused Nevali, observing the little ermine's wall-tapping. "Neighbour's don't mind, I'd wager?" She kept her head slightly tilted, curiosity evident in her features and the way she leaned forward. She filed away the information on Levin's lack of physical pleasure -...

“It certainly sounds like good fortune. I take it the letter is good, then?” "Aye, quite good," said Nevali. "Somebeast new ter town, looking ter make some acquaintances in my field o' study. And that means... somehow, I made some kinda name for myself, wouldn'tcha know it!" The weasel was all...

Nevali froze up, allowing Levin to take the basket containing the watermelon gift from her paws. Wolverine. She'd heard that one of the Ministers was one. She'd seen countless travellers come and go at the Wayweird Inn, but... no, no wolverines. A badger, once, which felt rather close. A lanky...

Maps. Maps seemed to be the biggest scam. Or perhaps it was city planning. Assuming anything in Bully Harbour had ever been planned that wasn't a crime. But then, the layout of the town was a crime, wasn't it? Hence the need for maps. It was crime all the way down, and several storeys up. No...

"Uh, hello...is this Madame Nevali Waybird? It's from Professor Rosmakh W. Dowganosyv, he heard of your work and wrote you this letter..." My work? thought Nevali. "Waybird?" said Nevali. She gave a snort that shook her glasses from her nose, and caught them just in time. She put them back...

Nevali nodded absently and pattered away down the hall. Storeroom, storeroom... probably the room with all the stores in it. That made sense. It took her a moment to find the mint, the smell of everything a little overwhelming, and being unfamiliar with the ferret's labelling system. Then she...

Nevali gasped at the sable's suggestion. Burn her robes?! Never. Even if they smelled like, well, whatever Bully Harbor tended to smell like. She shook her head vehemently. "A wizard could never burn her robes, tsk! Tsk, I say! But, er... aye! I'll trade ya that powder... here, last...

"Well, local..." Nevali paused, re-arranging timelines in her head as she gave the vixen a quick and courteous study. Travellers had offered to add the Wayweird Inn to their maps, but no two maps were alike, and reaching beyond that, where was New Valley, really? Technicalities and details...

"Isbrand, eh, pleased ter meetcher! Must've been quite the firebrand back in th' day!" Nevali beamed cheerfully, shaking an invisible, intangible paw that was not offered. Paw shakes were still quite unusual to her - not often done in the tavern-maiding business - but it was something she was...

Last time we met...? Nevali's muzzle scrunched up only briefly. Was the sable inserting himself into her timeline? Should she allow it, play along and claim the powder was magical as well? It could very well be, but she could not ascertain it from her current position. Or... was he referring to...

"I believe I can let necromancy slide, as long as you're aware the suffix '-mancy' ought to refer to divination - there is nought wrong with asking the dead to pierce the veil of time for us and help guide us through the chaotic mire of the unknown. However, should you start to indulge in the...