https://cotf-rpg.com/ Sun, 19 Jul 2026 07:59:16 +0000 MyBB https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13018 Thu, 16 Jul 2026 14:02:14 -0600 Deimos]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13018
The humid means were still a shock to the system as soon as they entered, and he peeled off jackets and layers from himself and the youth, while she giggled and he re-strapped her to his chest. With the youth’s eyes widening, he snorted, watching as she made grabby hands towards the multiple leaves, branches, and boughs they passed along the way towards apples, oranges, and lemons. The Sword unfurled quiet grumbles her way as she giggled and laughed. A preference, really, over the way the infant could scream. Perhaps she'd sleep better that evening.

Once they’d snagged enough citrus laden sweets, next were vegetables, each carefully placed in his bag or tiny pieces torn apart that they could share. While Idalia munched on the smallest portion of a strawberry, his long limbs took them towards potatoes and contemplating rows of herbs.]]>
The humid means were still a shock to the system as soon as they entered, and he peeled off jackets and layers from himself and the youth, while she giggled and he re-strapped her to his chest. With the youth’s eyes widening, he snorted, watching as she made grabby hands towards the multiple leaves, branches, and boughs they passed along the way towards apples, oranges, and lemons. The Sword unfurled quiet grumbles her way as she giggled and laughed. A preference, really, over the way the infant could scream. Perhaps she'd sleep better that evening.

Once they’d snagged enough citrus laden sweets, next were vegetables, each carefully placed in his bag or tiny pieces torn apart that they could share. While Idalia munched on the smallest portion of a strawberry, his long limbs took them towards potatoes and contemplating rows of herbs.]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13007 Tue, 14 Jul 2026 12:29:12 -0600 Melita]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13007
Regardless, the Honeybee would be a steadfast and loyal demigod to her herald, and forge onward. Whether anything, everything, or nothing was connected to the forefront of intermingling denizens, shifty dreams, and jungle exploits would remain to be seen – but she was certainly going to strive forward and see what could be done.

Ignoring the muddle of confusion in her brain, as it had rarely needed to think and plot in such ways, she’d dropped Iskra off at the skyport and shoved all those feelings down for later. On a side quest, she then ambled her way to shops and snagged at things she figured Ronin would like (Halovian whiskey) before finally making her way to the greenhouse.

Shoving her bag higher on her shoulder, she entered the threshold and was immediately greeted by the bewildering contrast. Humid and hot, she started to peel off layers, spying the coatrack near the door for the exact occasion. Thereafter though, her jaw dropped, having never been this way in all her exploits, and finding it an impeccable thing in the middle of nowhere and all this damned snow.

Recalling her actual mission, she glided through a series of well-kept plant life and vivid trees, whispering to others nearby gathering berries, and once they pointed her in the right direction, towards a cluster of bushes bearing fruit, she recognized the individual she’d purposefully come to see. But only because of dodgeball.

Clearing her throat, she put her hands behind her back and strived to look as innocent as possible, which…probably didn’t work. [say]“Hey there – sorry to interrupt. You’re Amhran, right?”[/say]]]>
Regardless, the Honeybee would be a steadfast and loyal demigod to her herald, and forge onward. Whether anything, everything, or nothing was connected to the forefront of intermingling denizens, shifty dreams, and jungle exploits would remain to be seen – but she was certainly going to strive forward and see what could be done.

Ignoring the muddle of confusion in her brain, as it had rarely needed to think and plot in such ways, she’d dropped Iskra off at the skyport and shoved all those feelings down for later. On a side quest, she then ambled her way to shops and snagged at things she figured Ronin would like (Halovian whiskey) before finally making her way to the greenhouse.

Shoving her bag higher on her shoulder, she entered the threshold and was immediately greeted by the bewildering contrast. Humid and hot, she started to peel off layers, spying the coatrack near the door for the exact occasion. Thereafter though, her jaw dropped, having never been this way in all her exploits, and finding it an impeccable thing in the middle of nowhere and all this damned snow.

Recalling her actual mission, she glided through a series of well-kept plant life and vivid trees, whispering to others nearby gathering berries, and once they pointed her in the right direction, towards a cluster of bushes bearing fruit, she recognized the individual she’d purposefully come to see. But only because of dodgeball.

Clearing her throat, she put her hands behind her back and strived to look as innocent as possible, which…probably didn’t work. [say]“Hey there – sorry to interrupt. You’re Amhran, right?”[/say]]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12805 Tue, 28 Apr 2026 15:20:34 -0600 Evie]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12805
As she lifts her head, exhausted, she lays eyes on the squalling bundle the doctor is handing to her and she thinks: oh. That’s how. Why bother remembering anything else when it’s the first time she’s seen her child’s face? Her arms are already up and open to receive the red-faced babe before she registers the rote congratulatory phrases and the confirmation of gender - a girl. Their first daughter. The only other girl in the family aside from Evie herself.

Evie shamelessly begins to cry, cradling her daughter who goes quiet as if bewildered to not be the designated person for such things. The Evergreen can’t put to words the feelings that crest inside her at seeing her own traits - defining characteristics of her existence as Evie Ignatius - replicated in their child. Honored? Blessed? Some grander sentiment that comforts her, tells her she will continue on in this world in some small way even when she has been embraced by Ludo?

Looking up through tears at Deimos, her lips wobble pathetically, though she swears she had tried to smile just now. [say]“She’s a girl, she’s our daughter,”[/say] she hiccups, overcome with love and cosmic connection and - less poetically - exhaustion and delirium. That will pass. Right now, what matters is the little girl against her chest, nose wrinkled and cheeks as pink as the blanket she’s swaddled in. [say]“She’s perfect.”[/say]]]>
As she lifts her head, exhausted, she lays eyes on the squalling bundle the doctor is handing to her and she thinks: oh. That’s how. Why bother remembering anything else when it’s the first time she’s seen her child’s face? Her arms are already up and open to receive the red-faced babe before she registers the rote congratulatory phrases and the confirmation of gender - a girl. Their first daughter. The only other girl in the family aside from Evie herself.

Evie shamelessly begins to cry, cradling her daughter who goes quiet as if bewildered to not be the designated person for such things. The Evergreen can’t put to words the feelings that crest inside her at seeing her own traits - defining characteristics of her existence as Evie Ignatius - replicated in their child. Honored? Blessed? Some grander sentiment that comforts her, tells her she will continue on in this world in some small way even when she has been embraced by Ludo?

Looking up through tears at Deimos, her lips wobble pathetically, though she swears she had tried to smile just now. [say]“She’s a girl, she’s our daughter,”[/say] she hiccups, overcome with love and cosmic connection and - less poetically - exhaustion and delirium. That will pass. Right now, what matters is the little girl against her chest, nose wrinkled and cheeks as pink as the blanket she’s swaddled in. [say]“She’s perfect.”[/say]]]>