Come Fly by Soawen

Fanfiction
Come Fly by Soawen
Characters: Rannon, Khata
Summary: After the Final Battle, Rannon has trouble seeing anything but a battlefield when he approaches a zenaqet board. Combine that with the darkest night coming up, and he’s in free fall. Fortunately for him (and his surroundings), Khata is used to dealing with foolish ZanTaoyakas.
Warnings: Mentions of battle, a so not realistic cure for the aftermath of war
A/N: This is the cause of this. I realize Rannon and Khata are being all bad-ass here (no better player indeed!), but maybe the aftermath was less … fun.
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Isokell was careful not to scowl when Rannon carefully stepped around their zenaqet board and ignored their game completely despite it being his turn.

Not that she minded how he sank down next to her with a murmur of her name, not at all, but it was so frustrating that he didn’t want to talk about the lack of- of- she didn’t know what, only that he had stopped playing after what had become known as the Final Battle, claiming that he had played enough, and only that he was not getting any better with new year and its dark night closing in. Continue reading “Come Fly by Soawen”

The Star by Lawenta

Fanfiction
The Star by Lawenta
Characters: Isokell, Maqaxha
Summary: Isokell hears about how the lost traitor-prince of Ku’Ombos has been found and captured. Curiosity piqued, she goes to see the prisoner for herself.
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She heard them talk about the man, sitting in the council chamber in demure silence, supposedly learning about politics.

Found in the lowest levels of Machra-la. Enslaved, used. Blinded. Not a threat, but perhaps more could be gained, politically speaking, than just justice being served at long last?

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Second Born by Lawenta

Fanfiction
Second Born by Lawenta
Characters: Rannon, Isokell, Karaon, Meimere
Summary: Following the birth of his daughter, Rannon reflects on the bewildering joy and dread of having his own family.
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Isokell with a newborn in her arms was much quieter than her usual unbreakable self. Wrapped around the small bundle of new life, nose buried in a tuft of still-wet hair.

He wondered if the little one smelled the same as Karaon had.

He resisted the urge to clear his throat. Karaon, under the hand settled on his shoulder, strained forward in barely contained curiosity.

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