Rings of Honor

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“So Henry Nausikaa is your father?” Losden whispered in surprise. There was little worry of being overheard today. Their chaperones on this particular mild winter afternoon were Lauren and Zen who were busy in games of their own. Lauren was pulling a string for Adana’s kitten to chase and Zen was me...

Ruke LaChayne loved RhyDin. The women were easy, there was nothing illegal, and he could thumb his nose at Talsinian authority without much chance of reprisal. The latter is what drew him to claim the Nausikaa Hotel and Casino in the Seaside district as his RhyDinian home. It gave him some measure o...

“I got the information you asked for in your letter,” Losden said quietly as they strolled through the new gardens on the revamped Ganderfald estate in RhyDin. The new plants would not take hold until spring and were covered in a layer of light snow. However, with the manor bustling in Christmas cel...

Several days had past and still Adana clung to her note. She thought back on it every chance that she had to be alone. In the household’s bustle of preparing for the holiday, her mood was easily overlooked. This particular mild winter afternoon, she found a perch on a narrow bench across the aisle f...

Adana frowned at the set of five ornately carved chests in front of her. She really had no idea what she was looking for within Arane’s fifteen year old clothing. With a frustrated sigh, she perched herself on the edge of the ottoman. This certainly was going to take some time and she did not have a...

Marilyn Kilmartin kept a close eye on the stable boys as they set each of the chests down in the sitting room of Adana’s room. Adana watched her carefully, wondering when she had become old. Growing up, Marilyn had always been such a source of energy and fire in the household. For many years she had...

“Is it not a bit late to be doing the polishing?” Colin Kilmartin looked up from the shrimp fork in his hand and towel in his hand. A smile spread across his features as he spotted Adana before him. A single braid of hair hung on her right shoulder and she was draped in a robe. For a brief moment, t...

Adana sat in front of her vanity and scrutinized her mirror image in the candlelight. There had to be some sign of her father, whoever he may be, in her features. Her loose spiral curls were of a golden blonde while her mother’s hair was a pale blonde. That did not tell her much, though. Their eyes ...

“It is not right for a woman to ride a stallion. You could get hurt.” The voice caused Adana Nausikaa Durante to look up from her beloved Drago’s dappled rump and glance over her shoulder. When her gaze spot the lanky form of George Nausikaa’s eldest son, Nicholas, Adana turned fully to face the ser...

Atalaya Beach, Talsiny Present day. "Adana Nausikaa, slow down this instant!" Adana grinned and dug her heels deeper into the stallion between her thighs, tucking her head down lower as his speed gained. The dirt from the path flew up around the pair as the stallion cantered at breakneck s...