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Bluebird thought she would always have the wind. But it was hard now to keep up her fluttering whistle. She couldn't control her breathing, not when it hovered on the edge of sobbing. She had to use her feet and run, but her claws weren't made for running, and she kept stumbling across the the...

Ruby was there. She was there and she heard her and and she didn't come, she didn't come she heard her and she didn't come- "You..." Her voice was rough - not from any injury, but from sheer lack of use. It was a strange, weak thing, a trembling sound so different from what Ruby knew. "You...

The baker looked a little disappointed as she counted out the gold, but she smiled nonetheless. "Well, I'll just consider it paying things forward, then! Bluebird hadn't gone far. The last thing she wanted to do was to step into the crowded streets and be carried away, so she pressed herself...

Bluebird shook her head. It wasn't... inaccurate, but not in the way Ruby might have imagined it. For a moment, she opened her mouth. Then the humming of the baker grew louder as returned from the back with a paper bag and a steaming cardboard cup. She glanced between Bluebird and Ruby a few...

Bluebird froze. How long had it been since she had heard that name? Spoken in that voice? A month, and maybe more. A silence as sudden as death, to the point that she had feared that it was death. She couldn't know, feared she never would know, for there had been no ability for their friendship...

The shopkeeper lit up as Bluebird entered the bakery. Even with her hood drawn up, there were some people she couldn't hide from, and the kindly faerin who had allowed her to perform outside her shop was one of them. "Ah, if it isn't little Bluebird! It's been a while!" Bluebird smiled weakly...

"On that day, it was raining." It was a small crowd today - a group of high-school students who were here by requirement rather by choice. Her words had been greeted with disinterested gazes and amused whispers. Mira didn't hold it against them. Even adults had trouble absorbing her words...

Location: Resting Quarters Bluebird had survived, somehow. She didn't remember the moments between the machine landing on her and her awakening under the stewardship of the medics, but it seemed that God had decided that it was not her day to experience her first death in this world. Yet the...

Herbal tea, lightly sweetened. Red wine on special occasions.

Dark fantasy visual novel. Think KEY or the When They Cry series.

145 Explorers' League - Red Whistle Location: A4 -25 HP from Blade Storm -20 HP from Rook Cannon +30 HP from @Kamala Graham Bleeding [2] With every moment the DEAD.Naught scuttled closer. The army continued to advance. A beam of light and fire burst from the backline, leaving searing pain in...

145 Explorers' League - Red Whistle -10 HP from Hope's Requiem I hear a sound. Words that were not words. Music that was not music. Bluebird's forward march stopped as the atmosphere twisted. It was melody in name only, harmonics twisted and turned sour. She found herself getting lost in its...

145 Explorer's League: Red Whistle Bluebird squeaked, dropping behind the wall as the DEAD.naught fired. The reinforcement she had helped coordinate had melted and shattered in the blast, and people had scattered - but for now, it held. "Just like with the Mother, then..." She slapped the...

145 Explorer's League: Red Whistle "We need some more reinforcement on that part of the wall, please!" There were times where song was what people needed. There was a lot of power behind motivating words and soothing melodies. But this wasn't the time for it - this was a time for...

Bluebird's eyes widened in surprise as the wind began to rise, and not by her own hand. She could feel it shifting her feathers and brushing against her own awareness, a magic similar but unlike her own. It had worked! "Oh, I felt that! Congratulations!" The woman's bouncing excitement was...

"To learn through books and practice... you must spend quite some time within Terrasphere." It was something Bluebird wouldn't mind doing herself, but reality ever hungered for her attention. So long as she had managers and schedules she had no way to escape into Terrasphere for the hours she...

"Teaching...?" Bluebird blinked, face blank. She had never really taught anyone, not since those days in the compound, and that was for simple things like weeding or religion. And while she did her lectures now, that was less "teaching" and more "informing". She tapped the side of her face...

Bluebird covered a smile as Kyra worked her way through her questions. She was enthusiastic, if nothing else - not someone who felt dangerous, for certain. Though she did seem like the sort who could overwhelm her with questions if things went too long. Well, she had a good excuse to leave if...

Bluebird watched curiously as Kyra brought out her tome. Magic was such a... normal thing in this world, especially for a Traveler. Learning it was more a choice than a challenge, and using it was only as difficult as you wished it to be. Seeing someone treating it so seriously was different...