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JUST LIVE WITH IT
Kirie & Quinn,
Jutrand
After The Coiling Lash
One could not have asked for a more terrible Jutrand morning. The wind was blowing the wrong direction, bringing with it the scent of industry that refused to clear, weighed down as it was by the incessant rain that drummed...
//: Kirie //:
Happening during The Coiling Lash
Quinn sat at her desk as she glossed over the lesson plans that she had decided to change from what the Professor she was covering had given her. The woman was too easy on the students, especially the seniors. Scoffing, the Echani leaned back in...
THE COILING LASH
or, The Silencing of Kirie Corsell
Jutrand
Kirie was tired to her bones. The past several weeks she had been essentially bedridden, struck down by some severe flu-like malady. There had been some confusion, as her body refused to respond to treatment, and she merely writhed in...
SUN-SOAKED STUDIES
Jutrand Academy Library,
Jutrand
Alana Calloway
Kirie rubbed her temples as she leaned over the flimsiplast pages of the thick book. None of this made any sense. She had started with Runes and Symbols - An Introduction to Ur-Kittat, which had been genuinely...
Location: Weik, approaching Cephis
With: Quinn Varanin
It was the day of her seventeenth birthday. She was wandering the forest alone, picking her way across the snow-strewn ground. Around her stood the remnants of an ancient building reduced to a few windblown pillars. Atop a hill at the...
Location: Varanin Residence, Jutrand
With: Quinn Varanin
Kirie had smoothed down the sheets for the thousandth time. She didn't need to, the enormous bed's starched white sheets had been made such that Kirie could bounce a coin off of them. It was just like she didn't have to keep dusting...
Location: Varanin Residence, Jutrand
With: Kaila Irons
Kirie stood outside the front steps, at the centre of an island of orange light the flowed down from above her, fighting against the ink of the moonless night. She stood leaning against the facade, hands tucked behind her back, holding...