Prompt: Going Home

Freya took one last look around the lush gardens. Everything was so alive, so green in this Krytan land. It was incredibly warm as well, though some of the talk she'd overheard by the locals seemed to indicate they found the weather mild at best. Freya couldn't imagine how hot the summers were here. Still, she thought she would very much like to see more of the area.

It would have to wait, she told herself. She needed to go home and make sure mother had enough firewood and the walkways were clear of ice.

Prompt: Hungry

Naevia had been looking over maps, trying to figure out where she might go. Honestly, she was no closer today than she had been yesterday. She'd been hiding in Ragnar's office while he was gone. She probably would have stayed lurking in the shadows if hunger hadn't spurred her out. She went to one of the booths selling food in the factorium, looking through her pockets for some coppers. A charr walked past with a large box of doughnuts. Naevia's stomach growled at the sight of them.

“Want one?” Erevu offered, holding a frosted doughnut out. “They were on sale!”

Prompt: Leaps and Bounds

((In honor of Zaree getting her Tarot Card with the Jesters last night))

Zaree was so pleased with her Jester's card. It made her official! A real Jester!
She bounded up to all her friends, showing them her new card: The Two of Plumes.

Papa Nik told her that is was a card that symbolized first steps. Zaree thought that made it a very good card for herself. She loved stepping into new places for the first time. And she wasn't just good at stepping, you know! She was good at skipping, leaping, and bounding too!

She would be sure to do them all very well, just like her card said she would!

Prompt: Copious

There are things to watch out for when you are a walking static charge. Like avoiding mishaps from brushing against folks. Or going for a swim and having a large, stronger shock radius.

Naevia was pretty good at containing her spark overall. Mostly. She did perfect walking around in ice and rain with a shield to keep herself from getting wet or sending out unintended surges.

Still, she was prone to mishaps now and then. Particularly around sensitive electric or magnetic equipment. She had a feeling she should avoid visiting Rata Sum. Not that she could crash that place... right?

Prompt: Freezing

It was pretty harsh weather to be chopping wood, but they needed the fuel to warm the house during the unexpected spring blizzards.

Looking back, Freya was amazed she'd heard the pitiful hoot over the howling wind. Even more amazed she'd spotted the small fledgling snow owl being blown with swirls of snow into the drifts.

Bundling the little creature inside her fur coat, she promised him that she would try and help him find his family when the snow cleared. The baby owl blinked at her, slow and uneven, before giving a pleased hoot.

Prompt: Humility

She isn't like a lot of her kinsmen. She doesn't spend hours at a moot swapping tales of her deeds or her hunts. She doesn't proudly boast her name to everyone she meets, nor have unease that she cannot.

But even a humble norn can have her pride, and even Freya has her sticking point. She may be certain she'll never have a name, status, or a true family of her own, but she's determined to care for the little family she has with her own hands. She won't have anyone think she cannot manage to provide for her home.

Prompt: Envy

Naevia was the tail of the patrol. Again.

In a warband with uneven numbers, she always seemed to be the odd one out. They'd all known each other in the fahrar. And Argalus, who'd been made Legionnaire, wasn't going to bother with breaking up friends or changing the patrol style into marching in rows of three to fit the nine charr 'band.

Drub marched beside him in the front, as second-in-command. No surprise. They were best friends.

Naevia trudged in the back, feeling a little envious of the normal charr who could so easily make friends in their own warbands.

Prompt: Nevermore

Freya fingered the owl totem. It was only a few inches tall; easy to carry inside a pocket. It had been carved by her great-great-great grandmother.

Not for the first time, did Freya wonder how her ancestor had felt. How she had coped. How had she gone on when she lost the voices of the Spirits and nevermore could call on them to take form? Unlike her long deceased ancestor, Freya was used to the silence.

“It is what it is.” She said softly to the totem, wondering if her philosophy was inherited from the little totem's maker.

Prompt: So THAT'S What That Is

Seneca awoke from a long nap on her relaxing day off to find two letters awaiting her attention.

The official Citadel seal caught her attention and she was bewildered to read that she was being fined for “unauthorized alterations to Citadel property and use of materials.”

What is that about? Seneca wondered.

The second letter contained the answer. Apparently Oreaora has rigged up a shower system in Seneca's allotted workplace. Seneca ran a paw over her face. “And with the Gladium Canton facilities just next door...” She sighed. “Gonna have to talk with that Small One.”

Prompt: Aches and Cramps

Callista was just removing her shoes, working around her growing baby bump, when the tent flap opened. “Dryden!”

Her mate smiled and plopped onto the cot beside her. “How're you feeling?”

“I am well.”

Dryden chuckled. “Seneca said you would say that.” He slipped his paws under her shirt and kneaded her scarred back, his hands glowing with soft blue light. “How's that?”

Callista sighed softly as his kneading worked away the aches and cramps. “It feels wonderful.”

Dryden's lop-sided smile broadened in a grin and he nuzzled her neck. “Good.”