You Guys Should Join The Willow Fun And Make Muses. Also, @blumengeist, @mythsonly, @left2mourn We Have

You guys should join the Willow fun and make muses. Also, @blumengeist, @mythsonly, @left2mourn… we have ideas. LOL

@dutyxbound & i have plotted that the party split up in s2 - kit's half of the party picks up lea along the way as they quest to try & bring madmartigan back & jade picks up aeron as she helps defends tir asleen & builds an alliance between the kingdom & the reavers... yup, its all coming together.

Send me a faceclaim and I’ll tell you who they’d be in my muse’s life as a NPC

Jade gently taps the end of her spoon a few more times. Relaxing has never been something she’s good at. She did great in the Wildwood with her sister and the Bone Reavers. And there were those few moments on the Shattered Sea with Kit where she felt safe and secure enough to relax in her arms. But it was rare that she could just let go. Especially since this was still her first time outside of the Barrier.

“Worrying is just what I do. I can’t help it,” Jade tells her. She takes another spoonful of stew, chewing slowly. She can’t remember when she became this person or if this had just always been a part of her. She’s a protector, a guardian. It comes with caution and care. “I’m a knight, so I spend a lot of time constantly on alert, y’know… Haven’t you earned a break?”

She tries to keep her smile up. Jade doesn't know what she's asking of her, and she'd made no effort to explain it. But if Polly left the woods -- something she couldn't remember having ever properly done -- people could die. And, more than that, Jade was her guest. It wasn't her duty to guard Polly, least of all from herself. "That's...quite a kind offer, of course," she said, trying to smile once more.

"I do wish you wouldn't worry about things for a little while, at least." She nods, before turning back to the mug in her hand, scrubbing dutifully at a spot that wasn't there. "You're my guest, and you deserve a moment to rest and recover after everything you've all been through. Goodness knows you've earned all that and more."

She studied his behavior, observed him. She was trained to anticipate in order to protect… but there was nothing to anticipate. He very clearly had no intention of attacking or charging or running. He just stood there. Unless he was talented at disguising his body language. But everything told her that, at this moment, she was safe. Her hand never moved to remove blade from sheathe. It rested loosely on the pommel as it usually did, out of habit and comfort.

“I’ve just…” She paused a moment, looking for the right words. She didn’t want to cause offense. She was a great fighter, but she wasn’t sure she could take someone his size. She’d only be able to run and that didn’t guarantee success. “I’ve never seen someone as tall as you.”

Ingvar's eyes, framed by bushy brows, a large nose, scruffy, long hair, and a thick beard interrupted only by a deep buccal scar, became enshadowed with a frown. Long enough, she said. Long enough for what? And what was a Daikini? How far had he been taken from the mainland?

"I... am not... being that," he confirmed. He didn't move. Not yet. It would be foolish. Move, and this woman might either draw her weapon or run away, neither of which he wanted.

"For what reason are you asking, and for what reason have you been watching of me?"

The worst thing is that                                       they aren’t even nightmares                                                                                           they’re memories.

Kami Garcia & Margaret Stohl, Beautiful Chaos