Recent content by Kiley Daire

“Perhaps I have. And… sometimes. Less often than I would like, I admit. Some people are all talk.” he said, and she smirked. Yes, indeed some people were. While she didn't think Teagan was one of them, that was all she had gotten from him so far. Talk that held promise of something, from years...

It was agony. The invisible vice had stopped pressing inward, but the damage it had caused was coursing through her. She knew her captor and Teagan were speaking but all she could hear was what felt like an eternity was her heartbeat in her ears. She hated being helpless, and the fear that she...

“I’m hardly criticizing your choices, my lady,” he said, and followed it up by doing the exact opposite, “I just believe you are more than a common stablehand can--or should--handle. But perhaps I am wrong. I doubt I’ve met the man in question. Maybe you will be pleasantly surprised.” She...

Kiley was focused mainly on the doors leading into the chamber. Blades were already drawn and resting in her hands to keep the sound of them being drawn as an indicator of her presence. Mages were a difficult adversary if you didn't get the jump on them. She remembered that from her time in the...

Breanna was mostly unreadable as she recounted her purpose. There was the smallest bit of tension in her jaw that made her think she was perhaps annoyed with the situation, if not her. She wanted to make a good impression, especially if she was going to continue to be in Teagan's employ. It...

After she mentioned her first choice as being unavailable, there was a brief moment where their eyes locked. She was sure of the heat in his gaze then, the desire that flicked away just as quickly as it appeared. Apparently she wasn't as unappealing to him as she had considered. Perhaps the...

Redcliffe was her home now. Hafter's Bend would always hold a special place, but after all the years she had spent here, in this castle, she could never see any other place as truly her home again. When Teagan had suggested she flee with the children, she refused. She had spent the years before...

He choked on his wine once she explained, though it wasn't dramatic. He was able to keep it quiet and she looked back down at the table, trying to keep herself under control of her own emotions. It was only normal to be surprised at such an admission at the dinner table after all, but Kiley...

Kiley followed the servant who lead her down the hallway to what she assumed was Breanna's office. She waited as she was announced, and then entered the room with a bright smile on her face. She had never really had the chance to speak with Breanna, though they both had been quite the topic of...

“Oh, I’m sure we can manage something. There are other things to talk about, after all. Or perhaps we can come up with new ways to vex Ser Selmy.” he said, and her smile broadened. She did like trying to crack the Guard-Captain. If his personality was a tad warmer, she might not try so hard. She...

“I apologize for the formality. The cooks were growing restless. Had I not agreed to a proper meal, I suspect they would have created some sacred holiday out of thin air.” he said at her greeting, returning her bow. She gave a soft laugh after taking his arm, patting it with her free hand. She...

"Likely because it can be so damnably sweet. That is why I drink dryer wines now, or none at all. I suppose it is accepted in polite society that a man will not break out the decanter of whiskey until after dinner," he leaned forward to take a sip, and she grinned back at him. “Maybe so, but I...

Name: Kiley Marie Daire Race: Human Gender: Female Date of Birth: 9 Justinian, 9:13 Occupation: Noblewoman, Advisor, Espionage Companion(s): Adelaide - Horse Kiley knows she is beautiful, and isn’t shy about showing off what she believes are some of her greatest assets. Standing at a...

(( Firstfall 9, 9:35, evening. @Teagan Guerrin )) She had been spending quite a bit of time reading, making connections, and discovering that not everything she thought mattered was useful. The ledger provided some mundane details, but the real prize of that little book was Rigby’s payment to...

“I did,” he said when she asked if he drew the framed image, her smile bloomed a bit wider at the thought he took the time to actually make something for her, “From memory, I’m afraid, so the accuracy may not be especially authentic. But the fact that you recognize it is all that matters.” "It...