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Aylwen Dreamsong · 07-22-2003, 09:04 PM

Jaheira watched silently as Vlad walked away from the Elf, following his movements carefully with grey stare. She sighed, returning her gaze to the Elf that blinked slowly by the fire. Vlad rarely made such a scene, overprotecting Jaheira or making threats for her. Not that Jaheira wasn't used to Vlad or his many threats and strange roughness. In fact, she had become quite accustomed to it.

Jaheira leaned over the Elf one last time, curious and intrigued with the handsome, but grimy and bloody warrior. His eyes were distant and grey, they matched Jaheira's. His hair was black and it was tousled and full of dirt and twigs. Jaheira tried to reach out and fix one of the bandages, but the elf's eyes flickered open alertly, as if he were waiting for her to make such a move.

"Snake...Arthain..." he mumbled angrily, which made Jaheira pull her hand back away from him. Jaheira began contemplating whether or not to tell Vlad that the Elf was useless and had gone completely mad. Jaheira decided not to risk further interaction with the Elf, so she walked away to where Vlad and Khalad were talking lowly.

"Khalad," Jaheira began, hoping and yet not caring if she was interrupting something important. Vlad gave her a sidelong gaze, and Jaheira smiled back weakly. "Do you think there are more nearby? Do they travel in groups like us?"

"Why do you ask?" wondered both Khalad and Vlad simultaneously. Jaheira took one last glance to where the elf laid...was he trembling? Then turned back to Khalad and Vlad. It was best to tell him that way, with Khalad as a possible explainer. After all, Jaheira had always been told he was close in kin to the elves...or at least closer than most.

"Ahh, no reason. What do you think happened to him?" replied Jaheira with a question as she twidled with her hair idly. Khalad and Vlad exchanged looks, and Khalad shook his head.

"Could be nothing," was Khalad's blatant answer. "He is dilusional, you know how badly he's wounded, Jaheira. Could just be he's gone mad. He could have strayed from his camp or may have been cast away. The Elf is almost definitely from an army of sorts, or at least is of more high social status."

Jaheira glared at Khalad. It was always so hard to tell if he was telling everything or holding back important information. Of course he knew that sort of thing, what else was Khalad good for? Vlad was giving Khalad the same, cold glare. The outlaws were supposed to be a close group, but then there was little notice for who you could trust. Khalad felt some sort of necessity to protect the Elf in a way similar to the way Vlad protected Jaheira, it had been obvious in his eyes when Vlad had threatened the Elf. Brotherhood, perhaps, Jaheira did not know.

"Why this Elf, Vlad?" Jaheira asked, turning to the rugged leader of the outlaws. Then she glared menacingly at Khalad. "Why was this one not killed? Strays and wanderers should not be trusted any more than the scum and unworthy of our group."

[ July 22, 2003: Message edited by: Aylwen Dreamsong ]

07-22-2003, 09:04 PM	#139
Aylwen Dreamsong The Melody of Misery Join Date: Aug 2002 Location: The Island of Conclusions (You get there by jumping!)... Posts: 1,147	Jaheira watched silently as Vlad walked away from the Elf, following his movements carefully with grey stare. She sighed, returning her gaze to the Elf that blinked slowly by the fire. Vlad rarely made such a scene, overprotecting Jaheira or making threats for her. Not that Jaheira wasn't used to Vlad or his many threats and strange roughness. In fact, she had become quite accustomed to it. Jaheira leaned over the Elf one last time, curious and intrigued with the handsome, but grimy and bloody warrior. His eyes were distant and grey, they matched Jaheira's. His hair was black and it was tousled and full of dirt and twigs. Jaheira tried to reach out and fix one of the bandages, but the elf's eyes flickered open alertly, as if he were waiting for her to make such a move. "Snake...Arthain..." he mumbled angrily, which made Jaheira pull her hand back away from him. Jaheira began contemplating whether or not to tell Vlad that the Elf was useless and had gone completely mad. Jaheira decided not to risk further interaction with the Elf, so she walked away to where Vlad and Khalad were talking lowly. "Khalad," Jaheira began, hoping and yet not caring if she was interrupting something important. Vlad gave her a sidelong gaze, and Jaheira smiled back weakly. "Do you think there are more nearby? Do they travel in groups like us?" "Why do you ask?" wondered both Khalad and Vlad simultaneously. Jaheira took one last glance to where the elf laid...was he trembling? Then turned back to Khalad and Vlad. It was best to tell him that way, with Khalad as a possible explainer. After all, Jaheira had always been told he was close in kin to the elves...or at least closer than most. "Ahh, no reason. What do you think happened to him?" replied Jaheira with a question as she twidled with her hair idly. Khalad and Vlad exchanged looks, and Khalad shook his head. "Could be nothing," was Khalad's blatant answer. "He is dilusional, you know how badly he's wounded, Jaheira. Could just be he's gone mad. He could have strayed from his camp or may have been cast away. The Elf is almost definitely from an army of sorts, or at least is of more high social status." Jaheira glared at Khalad. It was always so hard to tell if he was telling everything or holding back important information. Of course he knew that sort of thing, what else was Khalad good for? Vlad was giving Khalad the same, cold glare. The outlaws were supposed to be a close group, but then there was little notice for who you could trust. Khalad felt some sort of necessity to protect the Elf in a way similar to the way Vlad protected Jaheira, it had been obvious in his eyes when Vlad had threatened the Elf. Brotherhood, perhaps, Jaheira did not know. "Why this Elf, Vlad?" Jaheira asked, turning to the rugged leader of the outlaws. Then she glared menacingly at Khalad. "Why was this one not killed? Strays and wanderers should not be trusted any more than the scum and unworthy of our group." [ July 22, 2003: Message edited by: Aylwen Dreamsong ] __________________ ...Come down now, they'll say. But everything looks perfect from far away - Come down now! But we'll stay.