#drel

[krexieweek]

(ID in ALT)

Like I said in the Rules post, these dates are subject to change due to the fact that I may be at a conference with questionable Wi-Fi access. I will try to alert you at least a month in advance, and dates would be pushed to later as opposed to earlier. Apologies for if this happens.

Without further ado, this year's prompts are as follows:

April 11: Rain/Flowers

April 12: Theme Park/Museum

April 13: Lovers to Enemies/Enemies to Lovers

April 14: Fairytale AU

April 15: Long Distance/Confession

April 16: Concert/Festival

April 17: Moon/Stars

Huge thanks to everyone who submitted a prompt; I have combined some of the ones submitted in order to fit more in or give more options. You can complete as many or as few prompts as you want. Do note that most of these days are dual-prompt days; you can choose to either do both prompts or only one for those days.

If you have any questions, my askbox is open!

#krexieweek #krexie #hisirdoux casperan #krel tarron #tales of arcadia #3below #toawizards #douxie x krel #krel x douxie #krouxie #klebouxie #drel #prompts

[chaospanics]

#minaxi #drel #remix #2021

[rottmnt-honeybea]

Been a while since I done a Bad Future AU video. And I wanted to include my new friends.

So here's Drel trying to intimidate Gemini during her first day as a Scavenger, and Mona teasing Casey for getting stuck with Gemini. Unfortunatley for Drel, she's got her father and uncle's sassy genes

#rottmnt #rottmnt fanfic #rottmnt oc #honey and the bea #tmnt oc #bad future au #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt gemini #tmnt gemini #rottmnt drel #tmnt drel #rottmnt mona #tmnt mona #rottmnt casey jr #tmnt casey jones

[ladytanithia]

WIP Whenever (10/7)

What happens when a fanfic writer gets to take part in their own story? Waking Up on Solstheim, soon to be published on AO3. Meeting the new Fathryon. (Wow, I drew the first picture in February, and the second one in September - what a difference.)

^O^O^O^O^O^

Miranja and Talvas are already on the circular boardwalk, behind Councilor Morvayn’s home, allowing Gjalund and his crew to offload the ship unhindered. Seeing them together, Miranja’s long chestnut hair stirring in the breeze, her arms gently and protectively wrapped around her tiny child, Talvas’s arm wrapped protectively around her shoulders – makes my heart swell and takes my breath away. They are more beautiful together in real life than I could ever draw them. Surprisingly, yet not surprisingly, they’re wearing the clothes I drew them in when Miranja was pregnant and sitting on his lap. She looks radiant in that green velvet dress, and Talvas looks even better in those clothes in real life. And oh, how I yearn for him, to be Miranja, to have his undying love and adoration…

Geldis is the first to hug Miranja, shake Talvas’s hand, and gaze upon the new life they’ve created together. His back is to me, but when he speaks to them, I can hear that he’s choked up – in a good way. He turns and gestures toward me.

“Miranja, Talvas, this is our new Raven Rock resident, Danielle.”

It’s a little disconcerting to have them looking at me with curious eyes, but they’re smiling and friendly, and I approach them, trying to look like I’ve never seen them before in my life. “So pleased to meet you two,” I say with a polite but warm smile. “Geldis has talked his head off about you. May I see the baby, too?”

“Nice to meet you, too, Danielle,” Miranja replies, and Talvas echoes her. I look from one to the other a couple of times, drinking them in rapturously. “Of course, you can see him. His name is Faryn Flavio Fathryon. After Talvas’s grandfather and my father.” She looks back and forth between me and Geldis as she speaks. My heart melts as she and Talvas exchange the most loving glance. She uncovers the baby’s face and I’m instantly in love with the precious sleeping babe. I feel Geldis’s arm come up around me; he surely knows I’m thinking of my late grandson.

“He’s beautiful,” I breath, tears pricking at my eyes. “Such a perfect little face.” As I speak, he wrinkles his little Dunmer brow and grunts and farts in his sleep, and we all laugh. Babies, even Dunmer babies, have no manners. I feel the bond being created between the four of us.

“I like to call him a Dunperianord,” Talvas jokes, and Miranja gives him a side-eyed smirk and elbows him.

Teldryn breaks in with a loud clearing of his throat. “Excuse me, but what am I? Chopped horker meat?”

“Oh, Tel,” Miranja smiles, extending an arm and gesturing him into our little circle. “Come see, darlin’. This is Faryn.”

Teldryn looks at the baby for a moment, then at each of them. “Congratulations,” he says sincerely. Then in a joking tone, “Better you than me.”

Talvas gives him a crooked smile and punches him lightly on his armored shoulder. “You never know,” he says in that dreamy voice I love so much. “It could still happen to you one day. I bet you’d be a better father than you think you would.”

Teldryn scoffs. “I just wanted to come say hello in case you didn’t make it into the Netch this visit. It’s been quieter without you, although we do have a new bard now.” He tips his head toward me, and I feel self-conscious.

Before anyone can respond, I see that Argis and Bralsa have come onto the boardwalk from the end closest to Severin Manor. Bralsa is trying to get Argis to walk faster; I’m sure she’s anxious to see the baby and he’s being his stoic self. I nod in their direction, and Talvas and Miranja turn to look.

“Argis!” Miranja calls, but not too loudly, so as not to wake the baby. “Hurry up! I want to hug your neck!”

“See, you big oaf?” Bralsa chides him.

“Now, listen here, Bigpants One and Two…”

#skyrim #elder scrolls #tesblr #miranja #fanfic #ao3 #dunmer #geldis sadri #talvas fathryon #teldryn sero #argis the bulwark #bralsa drel #tanithia writes #self-indulgent #solstheim #raven rock

[poptartmochi]

hmm revisiting the idea of the tav... the exiled ex-arranged marriage idea is nice and fun BUT for me it reads towards a younger character.. maybe i will play a sonya/ marya dimitryevna kind of character gone evil..

#sriracha.txt #i killed the fella trying to manipulate my cousin/niece into a false elopement that would spell doom for her and our entire family #which was swag for her and the family's honor BUT.. now i am reputed as jeff the killer which is. unswag and bad for everyone's honor ugh < #*</3. and so i have been shadowbanned from the family and maybe i am also wanted by the law teehee #idk! i genuinely have no knowledge about the setting but i think this would be a compelling character to play #i want to play someone who values individual freedoms + being Upfront.. i think this would give them beef with all the gods associated w th #companions lol! they'd be fine with the elopement if it Wasn't on false grounds + equally balanced but alas. death it is! #the character anchor rn is like.. sonya's line that's like ''whyyy all the secrecy! have you thought what his secret reasons may be? :( #... does he love you?'' like YEAHHHH. someone who loves you will be upfront about their shit! #that + marya's ''you will not Enter MYYYY House......! Scoun Drel!!!'' line :] you take those and mix them together #and remove the whole natasha-andrey angle and BAM i think that's where my tav is at #we shall see what holds up in-game ^-^

[thebloodofages]

I’ve completed……..oh and my drawing is done too. 😅

Drel Trandel, guar wrangler. Expert rider. Sexual tyrannosaurus. Has only 2 lines of repeated dialogue, but a whole world of personality.

…and biceps for daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaays.

#elder scrolls #fanart #drawing #art #sexy elf #dunmer #dark elf #digital art #procreate #digital drawing #elves #tes fanart #elder scrolls online #eso #eso npc #elder scrolls fanart #Drel Trandel

[ao3feed-bakusquad]

#AO3 Link #FanFiction #AO3 Kiribaku #♡ #Kiribaku #Tododeku· #Enji Todoroki #💎 #💥 #⚣ #R:T #A:Pink Drels #Marriage AU

[ao3feed-todoroki]

#AO3 Link #FanFiction #AO3 Tododeku #♥ #Tododeku #Kiribaku· #Enji Todoroki #❄️🔥 #⚣ #R:T #A:Pink Drels #Marriage AU

[ao3feed-tododeku]

#AO3 Link #FanFiction #AO3 Tododeku #💙 #💚 #Tododeku #Kiribaku· #♥ #R:T #A:Pink Drels #Marriage AU

[ladysunamireads]

#AO3 Link #FanFiction #AO3 Tododeku #♥ #Tododeku #Kiribaku· #BNHA #⚣ #🐰❄️🔥 #R:T #Marriage AU #A:Pink Drels

[desthen]

#tma rpg #Tma #The magnus archives #I'm pumped!! #This would be so fun #Drel and Bane I will GM just play games with meeeee #I got the basic shit because I can't bring myself to spend that much money #Even though it'd be really fun #I can print it out at work #Ahhhhhhh #They got it backed in like 27 minutes #I can't believe I found out through an ad #And not the Fandom

[svartalfhild]

Poetic Names in Dunmer Culture

I have a notion about Dunmer naming conventions that my little linguist brain keeps coming back to, ever since I learned that Vehk, Seht, and Ayem are the "poetic" forms of Vivec, Sotha Sil, and Almalexia's names. It got me thinking: what if regular Dunmer have poetic name forms as well?

I think it would be interesting if they had them as a version of a nickname, but with more specific and honored meaning, something that indicates not just familiarity but a bond worthy of poetry, something that you have to earn the right to call someone.

The House Dunmer of course can call their gods by these names because the Tribunal love to brand themselves as servants of the people, who all have a closeness with and reverence for their gods. Basically, it's acceptable because religion things. Also love how this makes saying "B'Vehk" roughly the same as saying "sweet Jesus" lol.

But like with normal people, I imagine it functions similar to getting to call someone by a nickname, except way more intense. Like you're either close family members, ultra bffs, lovers, or people who went through some shit together (e.g. soldiers who fought together, rivals who destroyed each other's lives, etc.). That's right folks! It doesn't have to be a bond based on love! It can be hate! Because it's the Dunmer, so of course. It just has to be Significant. Like Victorians calling each other by their first names but kicked up a notch. Or like going "bestie!!!!" (affectionate) or "worstie!!!" in the most deadpan way possible.

Anyway, so here's where we get to the linguistic part of this sociolinguistic headcanon. There are clearly conventions to how a poetic name is formed, based on the data given to us by the gods' names. The process is (usually) this:

Keep the initial letter of the original name. If the initial letter is a consonant followed by another consonant, the second consonant is considered part of the initial cluster and doesn't count towards #3. If the initial letter is a vowel other than a, the first consonant or consonant cluster remains as part of the first letter and doesn't count towards #3.

Add a vowel/diphthong by taking the final vowel/diphthong of the name and alter it according to specific patterns.

Add the second consonant. If the second consonant is the same as the first letter, use the final consonant instead. Y never counts as a consonant for this. Certain consonants must be altered according to specific patterns.

Vowel/Diphthong Changes:

a -> e, eh aa -> a, ah e -> e, eh i -> e, eh ii -> i o -> a, ah u -> u y -> e, eh ia -> ye ea -> ya ie -> ye iu -> yu ay -> ae ey -> ae ae -> a, ah ue -> u

h follows a vowel when the final consonant is k, m, n, or t

Consonant Changes:

b -> v c -> k d -> t th -> t

Poetic Name Examples:

Drelyth -> Drel Vavran -> Vehn Indrasi -> Indres Alarue -> Aur Tremona -> Trehm Ervynu -> Ervun Naryu -> Nur Aymillo -> Aymal Thathas -> Thes Llaals -> Llas Nethis -> Neht

That should give you an idea of how it goes. There are probably exceptions to these rules, and of course a lot of the poetic names are going to be the same, but there are lots of real world names that share nicknames, so I'm not bothered about it.

Also! I think this is exclusive to House Dunmer, and it's not something the Ashlanders do, because I think it started with the Tribunal.

I think Dunmer do have more conventional nicknames sometimes, but they're usually used by non-Dunmer or family members in a super casual way. I almost think of it like using -kun in Japanese when it's between Dunmer.

#Elder Scrolls #The Elder Scrolls #Dunmer #tesblr #conlang #linguistics

[cursed-crow]

Art for @pooshz of his DnD Character, Drel.

#dnd #art #illustration #character design #commissions open #oc #dungeons and dragons #dragonborn #barbarian #red dragon #message me for commission info

[comedydoctor18]

"No Touchy" and Signature Spell

Comic for fun, spell done with the help of the bestie duo x3

In the comic, Rook decided to eff around and find out.... Drel KEEPS her promises. Yeah she messed up the wall with Rook's head. I do not blame Ruggie and Jack for their expressions XD

Her signature spell is known as "Ghost of the Jungle". She amplifies her floral, void and water magic to the max during this and keeps her target in sight at all times. She becomes like a shadow itself so tracking her to attack becomes difficult. Thankfully she knows how to pace herself but will always need a long nap after using that spell. The spell itself can be used to protect or attack - it all depends on what is happening around her at the time

#twisted wonderland

[vestigme]

a thing to read

So , this would be pinned post ,to introduce myself to everyone who is new and my current followers

• Hello, my namie is Vesti and I'm 19 years old , I am genderfluid(She/He/They), I am multifandom artist (mainly for now kny and tes ) so don't be supprised if I sometimes draw other fandom.This is an art blog. But I will also talk about my ocs

• I don't support people who sexualizng their minor ocs, ships incest or adult x minor ,and others stuff like it , if you are one of these please don't follow this blog or I will block you.

•My DMs and ask boxes are always open, I will be always there if you need someone to chat with. However I might not always response in time since I'm also busy with school but I will never ignore your message.

• Do not repost my arts without my permission.

• Steal/Treace=block

• Art trades are open only for my moots ,about comissions I don't know for now but maybe I will open in future, and art request are open.

ABOUT MY OCS

Main TES's ocs :

★ Outlander/Nerevarine : Nerevarine, He/They ,30 years (durning 3E 427) 200+(Durning 4E 201) Dunmer(Dark Elf with chimers elements such as right hand and right eye) ,He is not namless because he had name however durning main events of Morrowind he has forgets his name. He was found in Cheydinhal and then addopted to house telvanni by Neloth and cosidered him as father figure or mentor. Really playful and joyful person. As incarnation of Nerevar he have all memories of him but they work like puzzle each of them unlock with time.

★ Altrus Gramlock : Hero of Kvatch, scholar of arcane university, substitute of Mad God, He/Him, 55 years old , Altmer (high elf), before Oblivion Cris Altrus was a prince of Alinor in Summerset Isles however his parents rejected him from throne in Alinor and arranged marriage in Anvil with countess of Anvil's sister who later deceased. Got mistook by gaurds that he is gray fox. Altrus is also a descendant of Mannimarco a. He is substitute Mad God.Very grumpy old man but sometimes .

★ Mikayla Rosewood : Last dragonborn, listener of dark brotherhood ,arch-mage of college of winterhold, dawngaurd, She/Her, 35 years old , Altmer/Bosmer (High elf/wood elf), Mikayla is grand daughter of Altrus however she unaware of that ,she was raised in Anvil and used to be priestess of dibella. By thalmor she is considered to be "defected" Altmer (because of her height) which is very unpleasnt for her. She is very carring person and rather lovely. She doesn't like to solve problems with voilent but dyplomacy.

★ Felicianna Evric : Vestige ,She/Her 28 years old , Imperial/Breton. Born and raised in Daggerfall ,after the death of her parents and she has met Vanus Galerion and later on she was adopted by him. Both talented in sword and magic. Very bubbly person

★ Fjoanna Cloud-Breaker : Agent of Dagerfall ,She/They 30 years , Nord/Altmer (High elf). Right hand for emperor Uriel and spy in daggerfall who investigate the circumstances of King Lysandus. Fjoanna is a person with short temper,who will always tell what she think.

★Ayija : Eternal Champion, She/Her 16 years old ,Khajiit/Ohmes-raht. A clueless kid who managed to defeat Jagar Tharn.

Others TES's ocs:

★ Dagoth Ivris : Sixth house member and ex member of morag tong ,She/Her ,Dunmer (Dark Elf), Dagoth Ur's niece,first friend that Nerevarine has made in Vvardenfell and later become nerevarine's companion.

★ Drel Vadrith: a friend of Nerevarine who were once ordinator,Dunmer (Dark Elf),He/They.

★ Telvanni Rami : She/They,dunmer and telvanni sorcerer who were taught by Neloth.

★Gaelia Mossvale : Arena Grand Champion, member of theives guild, Knight of the White Stallion, They/Them,bosmer(wood efl), wife of Mazoga the Orc, Gray Fox's follower.

★J'zera : Theives guild master, Nightingale,Member of college of Winterhold(unoficially), She/Her ,Khajiit, sister of J'zargo.

★ Redoran Usya : She/Her dunmer (Chimer formerly) Formerly member of house Redoran ,strong knight who lately become Sotha Sil's consort.

★ Nelyn Hlaalu : She/Her dunmer , member of house hlaalu and runway who become a pact hero ,later also hero of fargrave

★Valande: He/Him, Maormer who left Pyandonea and tried to build a live on Summerset Isles

★ Blanac : Dwemer ,They/Them . Used to build many stuff ,now they are dwarven spectre

★ Cilimir: Demprince of Sheogorath , She/They/He Bosmer (wood elf). Lord of chaos and disaster.

★Hermaues Caryalin : Demiprince of Hermaues Mora and Arcanist He/Him, Altmer (high elf) Savior of Westerm Skyrim and later partner to Fennorian

★ Alaywen : She/Her Altmer(high elf) necromancer ,Mannimarco's daughter and second wife to prince naemon, later ruler of summerset isle ,the one who continued the line

★ Llilana : Demiprince of Mephala She/Her Dunmer(Dark Elf) assasin and active member of morag tong who likes to work in secret.

Punbalga : Demiprince of Malacath They/Them. Blacksmith who live on High Rock.

Sanenle: Ayleid She/Her ,Ayleid queen and wife of king laloriaran dynar

#pining post #introduction #I should do this at the beginning of my blog #but anyway doing it now

[kagrena]

(CW: direct references to in-universe slavery)

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From the diary of Knocks-on-Wood, Caravan Drover to Vyra Demnevanni: Midnight. 20th, First Seed. 1E 655. Trade Job: Seventy-Two. Route: Tel Enora -> Kemel-Ze. Progress: 34km. Wind: North-West, 309°. Weather: light ash. Lunch: Jellied nix-eels and mushroom assortment (Kemel-Ze style), with shalk egg. Progress Report: Conditions calm. No sickness. Decent spirits amongst the crew – all gotten paid on time. Caravan made good progress despite ash. Cargo all accounted for. Vyra did not yell at Drels, or any of the crew today. Ahead of schedule for once. [Scrawled in the margin: She's not as green as she was once. Almost competent now.] Miscellaneous Notes: Breakthrough. Finally, Vyra's talking again.

Had thought I'd fucked it thoroughly. Vyra, being Vyra, the former pride of Kemel-Ze, hadn’t even given me a sideways glance for weeks since she found out.

[Scrawled in the margin: Can't blame her much. What kind of fucked excuse for a father does she have, employing some schmuck to spy on his favourite bastard?]

Had expected I’d have to talk sense into her, but she approached me first. Sat with me at the start of the night watch. I'd told her to get some shut-eye. It would be her turn in four hours, she needed all the sleep she could get.

“You’re on Sydras Demnevanni’s payroll,” she had said in response. First words to me in weeks.

Told her then, bluntly, that she wouldn’t like what she was going to hear.

“This isn’t about what I’d like, Knox—” [Scrawled up in the corner of the page: But she’d end up getting her way in the end, wouldn’t she?] “—You've been on Sydras' payroll. Since the beginning.”

“Vyra,” I’d told her. “Don’t.”

“Don’t you fucking ‘don’t’ me, Knox. You owe me some fucking answers.”

[Scrawled in the margin: Don’t owe her anything asides from what’s on the dotted line.]

“Demnevanni,” she continued. "Does he know about the Tel Mora shitshow from last year?”

Put my head in my hands. [She's like a battering ram when she gets riled up.]

“Answer the question, Knox. Does he know what really happened up en route from Tel Mora? What really happened with that job? Does he or doesn’t he?”

“Vyra, I'm his damned spy, you know the answer—”

“Don’t fuck with me. Does he know about that job? Does he know about Trade Job Fifty-Nine?”

[Should have lied. Should have just fucking lied.]

“No.” It came out so quiet. You could barely hear. “No, Vyra, he doesn’t.”

And she hadn’t expected that. She’d stepped backwards. She looked at me like I was something new.

“You didn't... so does he also know, then, that I now know—?”

“No, Vyra. He also doesn’t know that you now know about…”

“The fact you’re spying on me. That I know you have been spying on me for years. He truly doesn't know? I-- Why?”

Couldn’t bring myself to squeeze out a lie to that one. Couldn’t bring myself to say anything. Vyra might be a half-dwarf heretic who hadn't tried to even like the chimer she now lived among, having left her brass castle, and still, couldn't think of anyone except her damn self – [Scrawled in the margin: Who are you trying to kid, Knox?] – but she'd been wronged, well enough. And when you travel with someone for years, you also learn their tells. And Vyra – she saw straight through mine.

“So… what, Knox, you don't care? You don't fucking care?”

That, I just shrugged. What was left to say?

"I don't. I don't actually give a damn about Sydras Demnevanni."

And that was when she laughed – threw back her head and cackled. Laughed like the whole world had gone mad except her, echoed through the crags.

[Scrawled in the margin: Girl's fucked in the head.]

[Scrawled in the margin, directly underneath: No more than you, Knox.]

“Fuck me, Knox,” she’d told me. “I'd spent the past hundred days wondering if you were somehow loyal to him.”

“Loyal to Demnevanni?”

What had he ever done to deserve loyalty? That old wizard-lord wouldn't dare stand within five feet of a guar, not for his life.

[A note scrawled in the margin: He pays damn well. It’s the easiest damn coin you've made since you left the Marsh. You send a packet of coins home every month, don't you forget it.]

“Don't say it like it's fucking implausible," said Vyra. “I know he's a cunt, but—” Hist be damned, should have seen the grin on her then – Vyra was beaming. “Knox, you should have said. Would have made trusting you a damn sight easier.”

“Didn't know you trusted me one bit, Vee.”

Vyra huffed and crossed her arms.

“Knox, has it ever occurred to you that I have to trust you? The rest of the crew can go back singing up with the tones for all I care but this – this right here? Doesn't work without you. Besides—”

[Scrawled in the margin, somewhere: Think that was a compliment.]

[Scrawled in the margin, somewhere: She's called everyone but you incompetent. Keep your guar steady.]

"Besides what? Where's this going?"

"I want to do more jobs like Fifty-Nine again."

[Scrawled in the margin: Trade Job Fifty Fucking Nine]

“Vyra.”

“Which means I really have to trust you.”

“Vee.”

[Scrawled all along the margin, in rough strokes: Why, in the name of all the damned gods and beasts and things unholy, does Vyra, a bastard merchant who's never given a shit about tearing anyone else down to get what she wants, give a damn about what happens to Telvanni slaves? Is it guilt? Is it something personal? It couldn't be out of a sense of justice – she knows how this world works, she's too damn smart for that. Can't figure it out.]

“Knox, I've thought things through. I think we can minimise the risks—”

“There's no playing safe with that kind of cargo. Telvanni—”

“You think I don't know what the Telvanni do to them?”

[Scrawled, in larger and larger letters: Why does she care? Why does she care so much? What does this mean to you, Vyra?]

“Not so loud,” I snapped.

She dropped her voice to a fierce whisper.

“By all the fucking tones on this fucking plane of existence – Knox – Knox, please—”

“Please what?”

[Scrawled in the margin, somewhere: First or second time Vyra had ever said please in her life, I reckon.]

“Think about it. Just think about it. I – I can't just do the same-in same-out for another five years, pretending like nothing is wrong with this damn world. I'll actually kill someone.”

“Vyra, you can't—”

“Shut up. This will be more fucking important than anything we've ever fucking done in our sorry lives.”

I’d given her a hard look.

[Scrawled up in the corner of the page: What the in the four corners happened, Vyra? What happened in that little clan of yours, that raised you and fed you, where you never wanted for much, that you'd toss yourself out with the nix-hounds?]

[Scrawled up in the corner, directly underneath: Hate it when she's right]

Then I’d sighed.

“Shit, Vyra. You've really thought about the risks of taking on wanted folk as travellers?”

“I know the risks.”

“And when we get caught?”

“I know the risks.”

“And you’ve thought about the rest of us? What getting caught might mean for the likes of us? A Marsh exile, two Ashlander vagabonds, and a half-deaf sewer rat you've made out to be a stableboy—"

“Lyr isn't—”

“—I know she isn't – Let me finish.”

She halted.

“Jade's already got a price on his head out in Hammerfell. I can’t step foot in half the kingdoms of Argonia else they’ll have my head. You know what will happen to us?”

“I’ll take the fall—”

“But they’ll blame us. We're the leftover scraps, the dregs, the scum they've raked off the bottom—”

“You're not scum—”

“—But we're scum to them. And they're the ones that matter. They're the ones with the noose, Vee. Think about that.”

Vyra looked at me like she wanted to tear me apart. But didn't say anything.

Things got real quiet, after that. Didn't have much else to say. Vyra, reckon by the way her hands twitched, she started counting the stars. New moons, plenty of them out.

[Scrawled up in the corner: Know it's her favourite sky. Know she's sentimental for it, despite the fact that she pretends she couldn't give a damn. My theory's that she likes to count to keep it all in check. Always stock-keeping.]

It got comfortable after a while.

[Scrawled all along the margin: If I close my eyes, it’s not too far from the cornerclub days again. Trading stories about old jobs gone wrong and things gone sour like we could have been friends. Back when Demnevanni was still bank-rolling his favourite bastard daughter’s scheme to fleece all the other wizard-lords to Oblivion and back when we spent every coin of his dirty money after pay day on Flin and Wildgrass. We’d pour our hearts and guts out, then head out of town, gaze up at the stars, and smoke in a ditch somewhere. She’d count them, tell me shit about magnetic fields and constellations. Always surprised me that. On the worst days, I forget she’s anything other than a Caravan Master. The damn thing she refuses to call herself. Vyra, call me Vyra, she says— gets short with you otherwise. Like a Caravan Master might.]

She stood up suddenly. Held my gaze.

“I won't go ahead with it unless you’re on board, Knox."

"That's bullshit, Vee."

"No. No it's not." She looked me dead in the eye. “And you're not scum to me, Knox.”

Didn't say anything to that. [Scrawled at the bottom of the page: Hate it when she's right.]. Simply watched her walk off, shrinking from big to small as she moved up towards the horizon, up towards the smoke still billowing from the campfire. Still smouldering. Tried to look away. Looked up instead.

[Scrawled in the margin: Burnt silver, that colour – she'd say the tone, wouldn't she? – where she'd been looking, her patch of stars up in the sky. Pretty. But not much else to note.]

The rest of the watch was uneventful.

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