Recent content by Vihmastaja

Vihma was a jill of simple tastes . Beer and bread, whatever took thirst or hunger away, and all the better if it tasted good. Still, life was dull with only what she knew and had. Akef was a place she'd hardly even heard of, and so the idea of whatever they might drink there - whatever Morgan...

@Morgan Liu Every part of Vihma's mind screamed at her to refuse. They'd only just made it out of the danger - at least most of it. Now Morgan wanted to go back in? Her hesitation was obvious, but her heart willed her to push past her nerves, past the instinct to pull Morgan along and leave...

Vihma felt her face grow hot under her fur, but she made no contest of Morgan’s claim, smiling as she drew nearer to the ferret, hazel eyes aglow with the same warmth. “Pleased t’meet ye,” she breathed, nodding her head slightly in a soft sign of courtesy, her tail curling slightly as she...

Moving furniture was a welcome change from moving things back on the ship – on the Hide. Even after the carnage back on shore, in the opera house just a short month ago, Vihma felt herself dreading the time when she’d have to sail out again. For as many dark memories as the city held, and as...

The weasel had looked away, too humbled by her expectations to face Morgan, even as the words came back more and more hopeful. When she turned back to her, the emotion in her eyes matched the ferret's, relief running off from her burning facefur in warm, gentle streaks. Vihma almost dropped the...

Vihma frowned. "Maybe a lil bit," the weasel admitted. She turned to face the ferret, staying silent as she fished something from her satchel. It was the telescope from Piper's crossbow - expensive government property, not that Vihma particularly cared. It was of more use here than on the...

Vihma was back to looking embarrassed. She didn't quite meet Morgan's eyes. "Moreso before eh, before that, of course," the weasel said, gesturing back to the ladder. Shame for her spot not having been as it was before, for her not having led Morgan to it more easily, she nevertheless felt...

Vihma had already made it up to the top. Of course, she had experience with the specific climb, and seasons of pulling herself up and down the rigging of masts taller than any shop in the Trenches. She looked down at Morgan, face full of concern, though she seemed unsure what to do, decidedly...

"Oh, right. Ehm..." The weasel stopped in her tracks, looking around. The streets weren't quite empty, especially near to the docks, even at the later hour, but she paid no heed for the beasts around - whatever wandering eyes and distant voices haunted their surroundings - looking more...

Vihma's smile returned ever so slightly, brought on by the brief contact with Morgan and kept by her words of encouragement. "Well, what's your secret, then?" The weasel nudged Morgan back, more than a little closely, but all the more softly, brushing the ferret's whiskers with her own as she...

The weasel managed a laugh. It was the bitter kind, like she was the joke and her words were the punchline. "I was. Feels like a long time ago, now." Vihma held her head high, though it was apparent it was because she felt she had something to prove. There wasn't a point of pride among her...

The weasel smiled, despite the matter of Morgan's time in the infirmary. The ferret was here now, alive, safe beside her. She tried not to think of how close things had come. As the subject changed to the shape of the streets around them, Vihma nodded her head, looking around some as they...

Vihma felt her face flush under her fur, breathing a silent chuckle as Morgan made another one of her plans known. She brushed her whiskers, looking to the ferret and then away again, certain words catching in her throat before she could say them. As they made their way out the door and down...

Vihma watched Morgan wince with more than a hint of guilt. She remembered too well how she'd been pulled from the water, bloody and still. How she'd had to check the ferret's pulse just to assure herself she was still alive. How she'd lost track of her for such a short time, and almost lost her...

Vihma’s whiskers flicked in embarrassed amusement. Daring a look towards Morgan, the weasel considered the possibility of them sharing the bed – thought of the stronger ferret’s comforting presence beside her, the warmth of her body against her own, of her gentle breath on her fur. The weasel...