Origami Narwhal

The Puzzle Box - 2.8

A/N: Nar here. Please comment with your favorite potato-based recipes, I'm starting to run out of ideas for Ivy's snacking habits.
Craumont lives and grows, as all cities do. Fo...

The Puzzle Box - 2.7

Helena lied. An oily, bitter realization— one that I drink down like poisoned wine.

It's not Helena herself that's a problem, no. Instead, it's that someone lied at all. Another layer to th...

The Puzzle Box - 2.6

Knock, knock.

My scaled knuckles rap against the door to the rectory. It's a new sound, and a new experience— Ivy Crawford, willfully entering the Church rectory, led by nobody and...

The Puzzle Box - 2.5

I don't stop at the bakery. I skip past the theater, even though it’s playing my favorite part of the Epic of the Hero. A thought becomes a mystery becomes curiosity, and it gnaws at me incessant...

The Puzzle Box - 2.4

Between a rock and a hard place. Helena Harkness, still rustling through her bag and running a hand through her hair. Gelson, and the obligations I’d let myself get wrapped up in for some reason....

The Puzzle Box - 2.3

The detective's name is Ruby Gelson, and she's added enough honey to her tea to make my teeth ache.

She's practically drowning in the chair she's chosen; a chair sized for my father rather th...

The Puzzle Box - 2.2

“I’ll get straight to the point, everyone,” a sandy voice cuts across the room, accompanied by the thud of a swinging door. “There’s been a robbery, and I'll need your testi...

The Puzzle Box - 2.1

Rapidly rising from a Delve depth of five hundred marches is, by most accounts from Mages, a dumb idea. The first two hundred aren’t so bad, but rising from anywhere deeper causes pockets of comp...

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The Drake of Craumont - 1.15

Harriet says nothing. The guests stare. Elizabeth’s eyebrows shoot up, and I can see shock flicker across her features before she quashes it.

“Alain,” Winston says warningly, drawing cl...

The Drake of Craumont - 1.14

There is politics to seating arrangements. A technique, a tradition, and some other t-word, all of it drilled into noble heads to ensure that nobody has any fun at any meal, ever.

Truthfully,...

The Drake of Craumont - 1.13

“Amelia Ivy Crawford.” A soft voice drawls, emphasizing each word as if it was new. Or, perhaps, old and forgotten. “As I live and dream.”

A shadow crosses the warm light pouring from...

The Drake of Craumont - 1.12

I’ll take the long way back to the Manor.

I wander those back alleys, eyes scraping on the stark shadows left by the afternoon light. I breathe in the calm air of those tiny parks that dot ...

The Drake of Craumont - 1.11

The Delve pressure eases gradually as we move, like we're rising through water. It'll continue to lighten as we go, and it won't take more than ten minutes before we're out of here completely.

The Drake of Craumont - 1.10

Maybe it's more obvious to me than it is to someone without the senses of a Mageblood. Helena's got magic, sure, so she counts as one by technicality, but it hasn't changed her yet. She can't move ...

The Drake of Craumont - 1.9

I think I like autumn here better, but that doesn’t come as a surprise. The brisk wind, the brilliant leaves, the odd scent that comes with it; it’s all perfect. Watching the world prepare itse...

The Drake of Craumont - 1.8

Stone, brass, and broken glass give way to bark, soil, and spotted shadows. The window exits between two tall pines at the edge of a grassy glade, and I reach back into the chapel to pull Helena th...

The Drake of Craumont - 1.7

A muddled blur of white, pink, and grey screams down from the flock overhead, its gleaming beak making it more javelin than bird. The flock follows in ones and twos, unspooling like a chain followi...

The Drake of Craumont - 1.6

The abyssal shock of a Delve washes over me in a roiling golden fog. It digs at my skin, my scales, my soul, scraping away the World like bits of dried mud. For a heartbeat, I am laid bare before t...

The Drake of Craumont - 1.5

"I never did thank you, did I? For agreeing."

I grunt, eyes still trained on the portal. One hand is curled through it, my skin melding to scales as the fingers dip around the impossible frin...

The Drake of Craumont - 1.4

Feathers, fangs, claws, and horns. Not a single Drake in sight, and certainly not a scaled person of any other variety to be found among the Magebloods here. Maybe I shouldn’t be spending so much...

The Drake of Craumont - 1.3

Craumont, in my opinion, is much prettier under the sunlight. The nighttime view is just a chaotic scattering of light and smoke.

But it really is pretty, during the day. The buildings lining...

The Drake of Craumont - 1.2

I wake to the tocking of a tall shadow in a pitch-dark corner, rhythmically breaking the murky silence. The old Elm Clock, dragged in from the hallway when I was no more than six years old.

T...

The Drake of Craumont - 1.1

A cold, hard edge is at my throat a heartbeat faster than I can duck away. I can’t look down to see it clearly, but I can feel how it catches and tugs at the collar of my blouse.

“Let’s...