Splitting the party when there are only two players– ouch. But it did work. The king didn’t wake up the next day either, at least we didn’t see him. (I slept a lot myself too!) We were preparing to go back with the delegation and collecting everybody, when Fikmet and…

Companion piece to Ferin’s, here. It starts approximately where that stops. Nobody told me that the drinking contest was also a boasting contest! Good thing that I’d been having Ferin’s example all that time. I’ll never be as good as him, but at least I was better than the king.…

Not really a story, just a couple of thoughts from Ailin. To be continued, because we had to stop after the hunt but before we actually talked to the children. Khas are strange people. It’s true that I’m now in a Khas tribe, and I count as the tribe’s headman’s…

Either there’s more behind this than we know, or it’s a really elegant way for the GM to relieve himself of a handful of NPC hangers-on. Anyway, makes for interesting dynamics. The next night I went to sleep determined to notice when I was dreaming. Ferin wouldn’t let me take…

She is sixteen and impetuous. And this part of the world is so strange that she also wants to stick with what she’s already familiar with. Sort of, at least. (But I have an idea of what to do– thought of it when writing this so I won’t divulge it…

It is a kind of jealousy all right, but Ailin doesn’t want what Tamsyn has– no component of envy. Ferin thinks I’m jealous of Tamsyn. Nonsense! It’s not as if I want him to fuck me instead, far from that! He thinks it because I’ve started feeling so comfortable around…

In which Ailin learns things. This starts in medias res because the main story is Ferin’s, but Ailin has to tell the parts that men aren’t let in on. Come to think of it, it also ends in medias res, there’s little that Ailin can tell apart from her learning…