lmao, i’ve been stagnate on writing for the past two weeks. so here, enjoy a few sections out of wip’s that i’ve been super into until just recently. this is more to help me get back into the swing of things bc i need to just fucking write.
w.i.p. 1, untitled/more than gifts - for @nigheagnah-ath
Katyusha dropped beside the smaller fire in camp with little ceremony, offering a small smile. Morrigan, who looked up at the small disturbance, stilled at the warden’s greeting but quickly looked down, back to the tome that rested in her lap. Silence stretched out between them, but it was far from uncomfortable.
A few moments later, Katyusha even reclined onto her back, feeling the warmth of the fire settle in her bones. Her hands tucked behind her head, forming a pillow, as her eyes fluttered closed. Morrigan cleared her throat just as Katyusha got comfortable, making her turn instinctively towards the sound.
“Hmm?” Katysha offered, when Morrigan seemed lost for words.
She cleared her throat once more, before finally speaking, her brows furrowed and her face tight. “It is a curious thing, I do not know how to describe it.”
Eleanor brought a hand to her face in exasperation, fingers rubbing her forehead. The image in front of her was hardly one of dignity and strength, things that her twin swore he had.
“Caden, I’m not helping you.” Eleanor stated after a moment, watching her brother struggle to get to shore. He waded slowly and awkwardly through the shallow water, in his hands, that he tried to keep above the water, was something that certainly should not have gotten wet. It was too late for that. “You’re going to be in so much trouble, I’m not going to be an accomplice.”
Caden’s face dropped, his eyes looked up at Eleanor, pleading. “Come on, Loth...”
Eleanor was about to rebuke, staying firm in her decision to stay out of her brother’s stupidity, when a familiar voice cut her off.
“Throwing around nicknames, are you mellon? Now, what have you done this time?”
"You could have just asked, sister. I would have simply grabbed it for you."
Idhrenil finally turned towards her sister, looking rather sheepish about her hurried actions.
"I'm sorry, Laereth, but I-" Idhrenil flushed a bit as she cut herself off. Clearing her throat, she continued, ears turning a slight pink. "I'm going for a ride and I needed a cloak."
"You have many cloaks of your own." Laereth said, eyeing her sister carefully. Like usual, Idhrenil was in her typical clothes, a tunic that was pale yellow and dark brown leggings that were tucked neatly into her boots. The colors seemed a perfect palette for early spring, especially for the Greenwood. However, unlike her typical look, her hair was undone. Her dark blonde waves were loose and tucked behind her ears. This was defiantly odd, given Idhrenil's dislike for her hair to get in her way, especially when riding.
Laereth narrowed her eyes. "Who are you going out riding with?"
