Authors - Ch 1 Rings
As a quick preface - after vaermina, the daedric prince of nightmares finished visiting quill-weave in her dreams, she was emboldened to take charge of her life, be bold and take more risks.
Weedum-Ja Comes to Visit
Quill weave turned to her cousin and gave her a little kiss. "goodnight weedum-ja," she whispered, then turned back and closed her own eyes. the world stopped swimming.
Split Souls: Weaving
Klaris prepared himself drawing slowly on the energies carefully beginning a delicate weave that hopefully wouldn't startle either of them.
Weaving a New World
This is no mere dream i am about to weave. i am not going to weave a temporary spectacle for us to witness. i shall weave an entire world for us.
Fallout - Dodge and Weave
My thoughts continued to traverse paths of memory and emotion, building an ever thickening web of interconnections, possibilities, and reason. Though all of my recent actions had pointed towards reuniting my old squad, there were three individuals...
Authors - Ch 11 The Proposal
"it's not that i don't know the mechanics," she said, all the while looking at quill-weave. "but..." this time it was crassius' turn to look confused. then suddenly his eyes opened wide and he looked from casta to quill-weave and back again.
Authors - Ch 10 The Lusty Argonian Maid
Whether it was due to the brandy or the effects of some possible potion in it, quill-weave found herself quite at ease a half hour later.
What Is To Belong
weave for me a coat of your fur." i smiled at her and nodded vacantly. my hooved hands danced across my form and pinched along my curves, drawing up wool in long strips, leaving bare, dark under fur flush to my skin.
A Tear in the Weave, Part I: The Weft
#1 of a tear in the weave a 'little' something that's gone (in my head) through four iterations, three half-completed versions, two major revisions, and a partridge in a pear treeeee... no, wait, not that last one.
Weaving Work - Rumi Antula Origin
"and you really think i'd do a good job weaving?" "my dear, you're a natural at it!" shade giggled. "try making something, say... a dress."
Roll Of Fate (9): Weaving the past, present, and future...
The youngest of the three was dressed in simple black tabard of sorts, silver trimmed with midnight blue threads weaving their own patterns across her breast.
Dogs of War - Chapter 11 - The Webs We Weave
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