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Re: ☾Willow☽
« Reply #32 on: November 23, 2016, 05:15:37 pm »
'Do I fascinate you so? Is it because we are so opposite?'

But he had to grunt in approval somewhat; she hadn't cringed away from him during his small speech.

He made no excuses for himself. Vaeymere was a monster; a devil. There was no Light within him, save the barest reaches of the non-existential soul he harbored: a soul lost to a greater power than anything present within this world.

His nostrils flared as hers did but a smile found his face instead of the disgust upon hers. It was a rare sight, revealing the sharp teeth. A smile that promised gratitude and death both.

'That is the smell of humans. They are filthy creatures, but effective enough. Their short lives offer them much in way of rushing, unlike we longer lived beings. Our seconds are years to them. Even now, as we talk, we may take hours in this discussion while cities and empires fall around us.' The crimson hues glittered dangerously. 'And the fear they give off is... exhilarating.'

The last word was spoken with a pleasure so intense the air around shuddered with it.

The flames of war were being stoked around them; his senses attuned to the magic of this realm, as well as the life so that he felt the doings of the witches and their thralls. He sensed the fear of the human army marching even now.

Both were giving him a form of life; filling his soul, his every fiber, with that life.

He lifted a hand into a beam of failing light -the sun slowly trekking it's way across the sky- and let it fall from it; the smell of burnt flesh wafting through the air faintly. A frown was upon his face, casting him in a rather dangerous light.

'Well, since the suns sleep is a bit off yet, I imagine you would want to talk.' He sat upon the ground floor without much preamble. 'Let us talk then."
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Re: ☾Willow☽
« Reply #31 on: November 23, 2016, 02:54:26 pm »
Though it probably didn’t matter much to him, Luna had grown bored of this overbearing sense of darkness that he seemed to be obsessed with; it didn’t scare or intimidate her, just pushed her to be more curious about what roamed and lurked at their borders. When she realises the route they had taken leads them to Thalia, her brown gaze wanders over to her friend apologetically, lips turning up as she looks at their companions.

Vaeymere clearly liked to exercise control over all things.

As he begins to leave, she skips over to Thalia, taking her hands to hold them for a moment while speaking in a hushed whisper, “go to Willow, ask her about witches, and the like.”

Luna was confused, she didn’t know what witches were, only that they were dangerous and played with black magic, the kind of magic her kind were forbidden to touch; she was of the light Fae after all. As Thalia begins to wonder off, she does the same, though she takes a different route to her friend, following the direction Vaeymere had been going. The woman wanted to see his world, what was in it, what scared him so much that when he had began to speak of his past, she could sense his hesitation and fear. Fear of delving into a world where he actually had a soul.

She was still so hard to fool though. He was still down there somewhere, she just had to find him.

When she does finally catch up, the moonlight catches her dark lovelocks, framing her face, her cheekbones seemingly higher, a shadow underneath them causing them to appear so. Her eyes scan the area, feeling herself become stronger as they move closer to the forest’s edge - it was a divine feeling but a feeling that made her fear the worst.

Their power only amplified when there was danger around, and as she felt the rush of energy surge up her spine and tickle her very bones, her brows furrow in confusion. She doesn’t speak for a moment, making herself scarce as she looks around at the area, full of dead plant life, and an aroma she had never come across before, causing her to step back, and her features to twist in disgust. 

“What is that smell?”

Finally, her voice breaks the barrier of silence surrounding them, merely coherent as she whispers the words. Her eyes swim over to Vaeymere, gazing at him as she gulps and places a hand over her nose and mouth, to let her own ethereal scent distract her.
"Çi dil hizir deket, dem xeber dedet"

"You reek of romance and good intentions"


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Re: ☾Willow☽
« Reply #30 on: October 29, 2016, 11:17:21 pm »
The Wild Fae looked askance at his new companion before shrugging.

Perhaps it was finally having an ear that would listen, that wasn't terrified of who he was and what he represented, but he found himself talking once more, 'I was human once, so many centuries ago.'

Vaeymere had left it all behind, the Fae back then so much more malevolent than now; so much more... giving. 'Perhaps I still am, somewhere within; my soul not entirely eaten away by the blackness.'

He halted, staring at the ground; there was some trepidation about leaving this forest. He had spent those centuries, after his war, molding this forest to his will. It was his height of power; his greatest feat, and none knew. No one knew how vulnerable he was outside this canopy of life. His Fae kin unaware of how much his presence was in everything they touched and tread upon.

Even his companion was unaware that her Light was poison to his soul. To his very being.

Before he started walking he said, 'I travel by night, you should join with Thalia and her human mage.'

Despite the magicks that had cloaked him, her lips had left his own burning; though the wound was fast to heal. He felt for the Light Fae, though more of a pity than anything.

'I had a family when I was human. I was a religious man, known the world over. It was quite the scandal when I killed them and vanished, but they still follow that religion, using me as some type of martyr; though there is some hate for me because of my sin. However, they were sacrifice for my inhuman nature.' He paused, sighing softly. 'The Dark Fae that was sacrificed to me was perhaps my favorite. Despite her nature, she was delicate.'

There was a hunger in his words, a longing, that was quite otherworldly.

'I released you because you are no good to me.' Truth, though he could easily work around that; he had many times before, but he knew the suffering and terror about to be had would be enough to feed him for quite a time. He didn't want to kill the witches', no, more to point: he desired them alive for more personal reasons, but the mage and the hunter -and their army- would prevent that.

But the battlefield would be rather pleasant to visit come the day.

'I lost my soul that day. Well, lost everything, but I gained everything else in return. I was happy, whatever that word means now, with my family, but they fed my ambition. I sought control over your kind, over the power you all held. And now, you all feed my hunger.'

He stopped again, looking around, before heading off in a different direction; soon, the voices of the mage and Thalia would come into range; soon, they would be visible.

Vaeymere let his dark presence go unrestrained, letting the anger within leak into that. The forest grew darker, dangerous as the trees swayed; the leaves murmuring of tragedy. His inhuman gaze met the mage's own as he spoke.

'Thalia, I hope you are escorting him out and not dithering about because you found a new plaything.' His gaze narrowed. 'As well, the hunter? I pray he is not lost.'

His eyes moved to Thalia. 'As Luna seeks to remain, to see the sights there are, take her with you. The forest is no longer answering you, relieved of your duty to help your mage as well as Luna.' He glanced at Luna. "And they say I am not generous.'

With that, he turned and walked away; his presence receding, vanishing along with him. 'Mage, should you seek answers, come when you are ready.'

Should they seek to follow their path would be barred from him.

Soon, he would be outside the forest. Vulnerable and not all powerful.

And he felt that fear as his foot left the canopy floor.
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Re: ☾Willow☽
« Reply #29 on: October 26, 2016, 11:11:00 pm »
Shenir’s bells rang softly as his massive braid swayed from one side to the next. It drew the attention of stragglers that watched him as he passed. Shenir could only smile in their direction and continue on his way through the trees. It wasn’t long before the Elf girl Thalia was lost among the sprigs and leaves farther along and then vanished from out of Shenir’s sight entirely. His brow furrowed as he continued on in the last direction he had seen her and treaded carefully through the tangles of brush that barely scrapped the bottom of his knees. Though the trees where mighty, the shrubbery seemed smaller in this area than in other parts of the forest.

“Kmm. What dark magicks are at work here?” Shenir stopped and shifted from one foot onto the other, feeling the weight of his body bear against the ground. His foot sank into what could only be decades of dead leaves built up on the forest floor. He could still feel the powerful release from the elder. “Bastards.”

He felt her before she grabbed him. His smile widening before he planted his feet and set himself when she leaped upon him. His hair kicked up into a tizzy and the bells rang louder as he stood unmoving against the assault. He chuckled and let her climb to his shoulder as he raised an eyebrow and looked up towards her. “Which part about what I was talking about? There was a lot there.”

He rolled his shoulders lightly and then brought his arm up. He placed his hand under her rump and pushed up. And with ease he lifted her with a single hand and moved her from his shoulder to the opposite one, freeing his staff from blockage as he looked at her. He looked off to the direction where she had told him and nodded. “Left here, huh?”

He stared up at her and smirked. “Where are we heading?”
"There is no confusion like the confusion of a simple mind.."
- F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

He's an outlaw loose and running came the whisper from each lip
And he's here to do some business with the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip
And the swiftness of the ranger is still talked about today
Texas Red had not cleared leather fore a bullet fairly ripped
And the ranger's aim was deadly with the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip

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Re: ☾Willow☽
« Reply #28 on: October 23, 2016, 02:56:45 pm »
The moment she had noticed Shenir’s change in direction, she hid in the trees, camouflaging any magic that would seep through the barrier that was her skin and give her position away, to follow him instead, creeping up on him slowly before pouncing on him and landing on his back, curling her arms and legs around his waist and shoulders with a light laugh.

“Thought you were going away with Mr. Impressive back there,” she stresses ‘impressive’ giggling softly once more at her own choice of words, before lifting herself up so she’s sitting on Shenir’s shoulders, her body light and easy to lift. Her brown curls, dispensed over her own shoulders covered her perky breasts, as she looks down at the broad man, carrying her with ease.

“What were you talking about earlier?”

If there was a threat of any danger to these woodlands, she would have to know and start getting prepared for it. Willow would know, and Willow would tell her, but the more she seemed to think, the more her mind would jump to images of fire, engulfing their trees and leaves and it left her complexion paled, the slight hollowness about her eyes and cheeks, too firmly compressed, bringing the colour out even more.

“Turn left here,” she smiles, feeling unusually happy that he had decided to come back.

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Re: ☾Willow☽
« Reply #27 on: October 23, 2016, 06:22:11 am »
He didn’t intimidate her, not his cold tone, not the darkness that hugged him so intimately, not his words that had probably intended to cut through her skin, none of it intimidated her. It seemed he had somewhat lost sense of his own identity through his isolation and she felt sympathy for him. How could a ruler be so distant with his people and expect them to be threatened all the same? She watches the wave of his hand, smiling to herself and shaking her head, ignoring the fact she hadn’t even thought of apologising. To Luna, she hadn’t overstepped any boundaries.

Vaeymere is who he was, and that is how she would address him so.

She stays silent, following him as he speaks of the many that had come before her, of how he had broken them and this should’ve been enough to make Luna turn back around and run for the hills, but she was intrigued. She wanted to know why. Why could he not love these women that had willingly given themselves up to please him? Could he not see the courage in doing that? The courage in throwing your whole life away for a man, who right now, seemed so cold and uninterested but she didn’t buy this act. He has a heart, it would just take some digging to find it.

As they were slowly swallowed by darkness, she tilts her head, waiting for him to finish, and all too suddenly, their lips are touching, and his magic is seeping through her, she could feel it, like little feathers, falling over her skin, and when their lips are no longer touching, it comes as a surprise that his magic still lingers, within her.

She was free, he had said it, those same words had been uttered but she didn’t feel it. There were two possibilities, cocoon herself from her people, who were now blaming her for the night, or follow this man, consequences be damned, onto what seemed a dangerous path. She doesn’t take more than a moment to contemplate her options before following him, catching up so she is walking beside him, rather than behind him. As her auburn gaze wanders over to him, she takes his hand into her own, intertwining their fingers. Perhaps it was some longing within her that gave her the backbone to hold his hand, or his own undeniable loneliness that pushed her, but she wanted to be an equal to him, not a lesser.


"Çi dil hizir deket, dem xeber dedet"

"You reek of romance and good intentions"


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Re: ☾Willow☽
« Reply #26 on: September 25, 2016, 12:59:48 pm »
Shenir Rolled his shoulders, a strong tension building in his bulky form and as his muscles relaxed from the day’s events he let out a log sigh as Rahl conversed with him. “These Fae follow a dangerous path with that old one. I’ve seen that look he gave us before. Remember the days of the mad king? I haven’t seen that type of glint in any man’s eye in a long time.”

Shenir shouldered his staff, bringing the long weapon to bear across the broad muscles just below the nape of his neck. His arms hung limp at the elbows over each side. The staff groaned under the stress, but it did not bend a single inch from straight. “Eternal slumber… For a creature like that, that could be a nap of about one hundred years for all we know.”

Shenir sneered beneath his jet black whiskers as he drew in a deep breath through his nose and released it from his lips in a long sigh. “We live in troubled times.” Shenir had heard the whispering of the two elves, them naming the strange one who had been chosen to be sacrificed and then the whip of Thalia’s tongue landing a lash against their gossip. He smirked and nodded, paying more attention to the elf girl than Tristan’s full sentenced.

“I’ll see what I can find out.” He watched the woman take off towards some undisclosed location and chuckled. He reeled his staff around and placed it into a flap of cloth partially hidden beneath his braid that crossed from his left shoulder to his right hip. It blended well into the robes and as the staff entered the holster, the cloth seemed to tighten on its own, gripping the mystic item as he freed his hands to accept Tristan’s gift. He turned the ring over in his fingers several time and stared, instantly sensing the spell within.

“Heh. Good job. Here.” As the Rahl was about to take off, Shenir reached inside his sleeves and pulled out a blue crystal, speckled with cracks as if it was already about to shatter. “Smash this if you find yourself in dire straits. It will port you to wherever you envision first in your mind. So keep a clear head if you go to use it.” He tossed it to the man as he rode off into the woods and smirked. “May the old gods keep you, Rahl. They know no one else will.”

Watching the war wizard vanish through the trees for just a second more, Shenir turned and made his way ina  wide arc towards where Thalia had headed off to.
"There is no confusion like the confusion of a simple mind.."
- F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

He's an outlaw loose and running came the whisper from each lip
And he's here to do some business with the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip
And the swiftness of the ranger is still talked about today
Texas Red had not cleared leather fore a bullet fairly ripped
And the ranger's aim was deadly with the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip

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Re: ☾Willow☽
« Reply #25 on: September 16, 2016, 11:13:11 pm »
The friendly tone, the familiarity of how she said his name, made him whip around. The crimson orbs fierce in the faint light. 'Don't overstep yourself.' His eyes holding hers, as if in challenge, but there was something bordering lust in that gaze.

He turned away, waving a hand to ward off any apologies.

It had been some time since he had been addressed in such a way; how easily someone had spoken to him. The air around him grew melancholic, his body still as his eyes drifted away; lost in some sea of memories. It was some minutes before he came to.

Had he always been so guarded? When did things become so different? How much had he lost touch with his own people?

'Do you know what happened to the other women they have offered?' He asked, casually, the question testing some waters unknown to him. 'Do they speak of how I break them? How I get so bored that, at one time, they offered more than one? That they offered to me more than once a year? Am I some devil in the eyes of you and your people, a beast whose hunger surpasses all boundaries? How I devour them, bones and all?'

He turned to his would-be sacrifice, chuckling almost wryly. 'Do you believe them? Or do you have your own thoughts?'

They were stopped, darkness surrounding them save the few torches that lit the way. In this moment, there was a feeling of vulnerability to the Elder Fae; a certain humanity that rarely reached the surface.

There had been moments, a long period of time of that he was not so cold, but that was a long time ago. 'Do you wish to leave? You are free, yes, to do as you wish. Most will blame you for what transpired tonight.'

His body moved suddenly, closing the gap between them as his lips met hers; the fingers of one would intertwine the fingers in her hair, holding tightly; the Wild Magic within seeping into the soft touch of their lips, tingling the gentle flesh before he released her. He eyed her tentatively before turning away, walking in the direction the two humans had left. 'Follow if you wish, sióg las.'

Vaeymere had felt the witches' intrusion upon his forest, felt their vile magicks at work. It had awoken him in quite a black mood, which had been felt during the ritual. It had been awhile since the Greyscale had awoken the fury within and it was long overdue.
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Re: ☾Willow☽
« Reply #24 on: September 16, 2016, 10:34:30 pm »
As Tristan would walk with Shenir, he spoke, 'I doubt the troubled reports are regarding that fae. While he is nasty, and I'll admit some trepidation about even fighting him, did you hear him? He is old, yes and his power far more mature than any of these other fae we've encountered, that coupled with his age... He is from a time different than any of us. They don't make creatures like him anymore.

'That being said, he spoke of sleeping; of his eternal slumber encroaching. Unless his dreams so affect the area around him... Still, I am uneasy as you, my friend.'

The War Wizard had doubts about his own theory, knowing that perhaps the fortress they were about to lay siege to could perhaps have disturbed that fae. He said as much to Shenir, adding that the magicks at work were different.

The Fae around them had seemingly been classified by the affinity they held, such as Light and Dark; Fire and Earth. The one known as Vaeymere was different with the magicks he commanded; perhaps closer to Shenir's own abilities than the Elder Fae's kin. Not that Tristan's own abilities were so common themselves.

'Shenir, if you would, question our Fae friend. You'll have better questions than me, I am sure.' He handed the wizard a rather simple ring, faintly buzzing with Additive magic. 'While I am not as good as you with magic, I'll admit, there is a small tracking spell on it and with my magic, it'll be harder to detect with prying eyes. I'll know where the ring is at all times.'

He left the party without another word, eyeing Thalia with unmasked suspicion; blue eyes piercing in their intensity. The regal air had left him replaced with a more dangerous tone that threatened violence. He mounted his horse after unloading his burden and took off back to the encampment. Within moments, he vanished in the woodwork, leaving not a trace.
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Re: ☾Willow☽
« Reply #23 on: September 14, 2016, 03:45:59 pm »
There was a likeability that emanated from Shenir, his whole demeanour, and witty charm made it hard to dislike the man, standing like a mountain and towering over her, and most of the other faes and elves. Everyone became quiet as Luna danced and sang, her voice like a soft lullaby, the wind becoming tranquil under it’s touch. However, that tranquility didn’t last long, furrowing her brows at Vaeymere when he indicates the men’s stay had been long lived. He was hostile towards strangers, sure, but there must have been a reason - something that fueled his annoyance and as his magic looms over everyone, she senses the darkness within it, not fearing it, but embracing it.

Thalia had realised long ago there was evil in good, and good in evil. Darkness had to have some light and light was always burdened by the dark. As soon as he leaves their immediate vicinity, the fae and elves scatter into the woodland, gossiping among themselves about what had just taken place. It annoyed her that Luna’s name was the pinnacle of their whispered rumours. She glares at two elves that walk past, murmuring coldly, “enough with your tittle-tattle, go home.”

Her voice could poison if it wanted to, looking back at Shenir, irritation causing her forehead to crease, and her brows to furrow, before nodding idly. Thalia intended to find out what it was these men were talking about and what had caused Vaeymere to be so abrupt and let Luna free. She felt they were connected, but how, she wasn’t sure, a gut instinct, and she was never wrong about those.
 
Not waiting any longer, she bows her head respectfully at the men before lifting off into the sky, and into the trees, towards Willow. 

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« Reply #22 on: September 13, 2016, 10:49:59 pm »
Shenir walked like he stood, a massive movement of muscle but enough grace that his footsteps fell with the silence of the grave. The only noise that came from the man as they strolled towards this ceremony was the bells in his long braid, ringing softly and tolling their approach as they came down the path Thalia was leading them on.

This forest was an ancient place. Still and quiet as undisturbed water as they strolled. But listen close as Shenir did and the leaves moved with the eyes of animals. Each rustling in their turn as they made their way towards the event. He heard the chirping of birds and squirrels alike, and other less cute creatures that ignored the approach from these two humans. ‘A sacrifice?’ Shenir thought to himself as they continued on. His mind was unable to wrap around the idea of murder for the pure sport of appeasing some god, or whatever they considered him. Elder fae or otherwise. He had basically ignored all conversation and shunned away from talking as they walked. But he listened closely to every word either of his companions said at this point.

When they came upon the event it was a sight to behold. Shenir had never been in the presence of so many fae before. But alas, he had never been in the presence of one fae until just a few hours ago. They were evasive creatures to him and he had never truly searched for their like outside the libraries of the towers.

It was a very noble event.

Each fae with their power emanated from each ebb and flow from around them. Shenir could feel the power of this place and a large smirk rolled over his face. There were many who matched him, but only a few that may best him. He was naught worried about these, because this seemed a very peaceful event. But one thing Shenir did notice was that in their own outfit coming here he was a tree among slightly shorter trees. Here… It was like he was a massive redwood among some shrubs. The hounds he met were larger than the majority of those in attendance and Shenir towered over their seated positions and cast shadows along their tables like a giant roaming a smaller town.

Some turned to look at the mass that moved by them and others turned to give nods of respect to the Magi that strolled among them, both parties recognizing the power of the other. When they stopped and Thalia flew off for drinks, others watched them and he turned to Rahl, making idle chitchat as they talked about nothing in particular.

One thing weighed heavy on his mind, though. The idea of what may happen to this place if they fail at breaking the holdfast on the other side of the forest. Thalia wasn’t far off of the trouble that might dot the horizon if the apostates broke free.

When Thalia returned with the water, he took his glass and sipped at the contents, sniffing suspiciously at first but then taking in a shallow mouthful as he let his eyes slip closed and tasted the true flavor of the liquid. It was everything he approved of. The taste of Vanilla filled his taste buds, the smell of the simple plant filling his nostrils before the counteracting slight bitter of Bangal spice filled him with a warming sensation. He sipped once more at his glass and let the flavors wash over him all over again and again.

His eyes found Thalia watching them as they talked back and forth about nothing in particular, but he caught her gaze for a second and gave her a smirk and a wink as he took another drink from his glass.

Then came the time for the ritual. Shenir turned himself, making his body as small as possible against any image of him from the actual place the ritual was taking place. He watched, listening to the song and the words before the abrupt stop. This elder fae bringing the whole thing to a halt with his words and stopping the ceremony. Murmurs surrounded them as this eldest fae spoke and commanded this ritual a farce. He listened to this man speak and then their eyes met. A low growl came from Shenir’s lips as he felt the malice in those red eyes. He snarled under his full beard as his eyes shifted to Thalia and then to the Tristan to gauge their reactions before turning back to the man before them.

His staff slid from his arm and tapped the ground and as the eldest fae’s magic attempted to wash over the mountain of the man, it was very visibly deflected to either side of the man by an invisible force. This untamed swirl brought nothing but a shake of his head as he watched the magic then retract and swirl around the one who was to be sacrificed. “Fell magics rest here. There is something wicked in that Fae’s gaze.”

Shenir turned to Thalia and he shook his head, the bells ringing once more as he locked eyes with her. “I would much like to return my encampment. I do not trust our presence here.” Shenir turned to the Rahl and somehow understood his presence here slightly more. “Troubled reports, eh? Well, we need to have a chat once we return… There is something here.”

Shenir looked to Thalia with a smile and another wink. “So Thalia. Once we return, if you wish to question me further. You may.” He laughed and took one more glance towards the Eldest from the corner of his eye before turning back. “Let’s make haste before I am mistaken for a redwood and planted.”
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"There is no confusion like the confusion of a simple mind.."
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He's an outlaw loose and running came the whisper from each lip
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Texas Red had not cleared leather fore a bullet fairly ripped
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Re: ☾Willow☽
« Reply #21 on: September 13, 2016, 05:53:26 am »
Luna sensed the outrage among the Fae, and elves alike, glancing over to Thalia apologetically but staying silent as the man sitting so casually single-handedly imbued her whole being with a heavy melancholy. His magic was strong, like nothing she had ever witnessed, but dancing within the churning colours of the wind were depraved notions of war, and as her eyes skip over the faces in the crowd, she watches the same look of angst paint their features as that same magic danced over them.

The area is silent, not a single soul daring to speak up about the ordeal, and there was one face in the crowd her brown gaze gravitated towards. Her father, looking nothing short of proud, a sad, reassuring smile causing his forehead to crease, like unironed silk, watched her, and her heart warmed and tightened. Of course, he would let nothing tarnish their name and though most of the fae probably thought this was her fault, staring so angrily at her, she didn’t let that be a hindrance.

Vaeymere had freed her and had given her what she had essentially wanted, why then did she feel a burden so heavy on her shoulders, she feared it might bury her into the dirt beneath them. But she soon came to realise that while his words were meant to free her, his actions suggested otherwise, for she had watched his magic withdraw from everyone but her, the tendrils fueled with power, still circling her, and her alone. It brought her comfort, surprisingly. She felt safe within the confines of his dominion.

As he leaves, it is not his command that forces her to follow, but her free will, she wanted to understand him, a strong desire in the pit of her stomach to be there for Vaeymere. I wonder if anyone has ever made you feel that safe? She thought silently, staring at his back and when they reach a desolate area, with no eyes and mouths to gossip, she finally breathes, having not even realised she kept it bottled.

This man, she had been so cold to the idea of being by his side as one, she hadn’t given him a chance to change her mind, but he had shown kindness back at the ceremony. Though his voice was laced with boredom and his magic tainted with a slight darkness, he was more than that.

“Vaeymere. . .” she finally breaks the silence, his name rolling off her tongue as if she had known him for eons, “where are we going?”
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Re: ☾Willow☽
« Reply #20 on: September 11, 2016, 09:43:08 pm »
Tristan held some trepidation, but this is what he had come for.

Answers.

Given Tristan's life of being on the run, he'd immersed himself within various cultures. His favorite, perhaps, had been the Northmen with their gods. As they had walked, his disguise removed itself, revealing the true man beneath.

While not a lot had changed, Tristan was clean shaven; eyes like a hawk, watching everything with a predatory gleam. A few scars stood out on the white skin; an odd color given his time on the road. The blue of his eyes glowed with some inner light, excitement stirring within the ocean hues. He left his horse just outside of the area of the ritual, knowing how uneasy it made the beast. Instead, he carried the two swords -the smaller at his hip with the larger along his back; the bow was slung across his back as well with the quiver at the opposite hip.

There was no doubt this man was nothing other than a Rahl, or someone of high importance; despite him not growing up in such a manor, he held himself with a regality that belied that; his gait easily and almost feline. Finally, he felt some semblance of self. He was a tower of personality, dominating and imposing. Any questing wouldn't give much about his person, marking him as human while most would feel the magical prowess of his partner, Shenir. There were few that could sense that magical power within the young Rahl.

He sipped idly at the water before him, watching intently; striking casual conversation with Shenir to pass the time.

The thing with rituals was that they dragged on.

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As the Light Fae would begin, Vaeymere sighed softly; enjoying the quiet that followed just before but nothing was quiet with the gathering of so many Fae. His eyes took in everything, resting on both the outsiders; annoyance creased his eyes as they met briefly with Thalia's own.

But he could sense the unease of the Fae woman before him, pouring her soul into the task at hand in hopes of not offending him. Had the Fae always been so weak? So seeking in their need? Was he not the same?

As she would get halfway through her song, he held a hand, forestalling any further singing. The hand stayed, to stifle any murmuring.

While the Light Fae's voice had been soothing, enjoyable really, the Elder Fae's voice was deep; a growl from within his throat. It commanded entire armies at one point in its life, as it carried easily between all listeners.

'Enough.' It carried boredom with it, touching a darker emotion that shined dangerously in the red hues. 'I grow bored with this farce, year after year. It is tiring and only seeks to drive me to my slumber sooner.'

He paused, watching; listening, before continuing. 'I am leaving. Luna, you are free from this obligation; do with your life as you would for I have no need of you lest you feel the need to accompany.' He met the eyes of the two warriors, as if in challenge before nodding his head in some answer to some question only he held the answer for.

'Thalia, return these two to their people.'

He rose as he spoke, exiting much the same way he had entered. 'Luna, attend me for a moment.'

All around him, as he left, the forest seemed to breathe once more, as if holding its breath. The Wild Magic so untamed within him flowed greedily; hungrily all around, touching upon his people and the two humans. As he departed, that magic left all but Luna, swirling around her. While he had freed her from this ritual, his command offered no alternative.

It had been so long since he had immersed himself so heavily within that magic; his eyes shining with dangerous intent; his body poised on the edge of violence. There was a balance to all things, he thought, and his magic demanded that there be war for the years that passed by so peacefully.

How delightful.
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Re: ☾Willow☽
« Reply #19 on: September 10, 2016, 10:08:47 am »
She appeared before the only mystical being who would spiritually be at the ceremony, not in person because she had no legs; one couldn’t simply yank Grandmother Willow’s roots from the dirt and plant her near the lake. A year's worth of guidance and the young brunette still felt she was at a disadvantage, the nerves in her stomach screaming to be heard, and as she takes a seat on the sturdy, old branch, Willow’s eyes come to life, the ebony gems searching for her, the corners wrinkling when Luna’s own auburn gaze meets them.

“What is it that plagues you still, my dear?”

Her voice alone gave Luna solace, though it was filled with years of misery and fatigue.

“Earlier today, I was sat on top of a branch contemplating how everything would change tonight - my spirit was,” she pauses momentarily to correct herself, “is low. I had reflections of my father when he was just a man of the soil but with that endeavour, I didn’t succeed in consoling myself. I went to Mount Morz, remember?” There was a sadness in her soft voice that could move the coldest man should it wish to do so. “I thought that would do it, but passing two strangers on my path here had more effect in cheering my spirits, than all the sage reflections and steady resolve I had forced my mind to frame.” Now her voice is begging for someone to grasp how difficult it was, this burden they had placed on her, begging for a friend, “I feel I am too young, Nana, I’ve not acquired half a rule over my own spirit, as trifling as that may be, and I fear Vaeymere will see right through that.”

Her ancient voice filled the vast terrain around them, as tender, as a rose, “Years ago, when the first sacrifice was made to Vaeymere, he had asked for a Physical fae, no one knew why but he was a young man himself, I suppose even he was confused. Perhaps it was because of boredom years later, that he then asked for a Spiritual fae. And once again, I suppose he was disappointed. Now, he has asked for you, an Ethereal fae. At her prime, Lady Faylinn had been sacrificed, but during that time she had been in mourning, and so reserved. Her lack of affection made it hard for Vaeymere to get attached, so when he was just a young boy, he came and asked me about her. Not even he could manage to elicit a single adequate answer or even get me to shine a ray of light on her plight.”

Luna wasn’t deaf and though her advice was weaved into a narrative that only Nana seemed to present so perfectly, she understood. Though he had had many before, Luna wasn’t on that list. She would be different, her confusion or even uncertainty might be the cause of some sort of intimacy between them; perhaps he would be her comfort, even. Standing at full height now, she walked over to place a hand on the bark of the tree, her magic shining beneath her palm to give thanks, before pressing her plump lips to Willow’s right eye.

It was time.

With Willow’s blessing, she soared through the sky, her wings flapping effortlessly behind her, going higher and higher, until she’s floating just above the waterfall, watching Vaeymere take his seat beneath the tree, surrounded by their folk. For a moment, she watches him, the intensity painted in his creased forehead enough to unsettle her equilibrium but she takes a deep breath and her heart manages to come back to it’s senses. She smiles as everyone looks up at her, the area so quiet now you could hear a pin drop.

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The sound of the harp fills the air as the brunette begins to dance elegantly, her body twisting up and down, in and out of the water, becoming one with the waves, watching the eyes of their folk, plastered on her. And then her voice, dainty and graceful, singing, brown eyes meeting with Vaeymere’s every so often, her words directed at him - portraying and pouring into them, her devotion, her allegiance to him and all she could do was hope it impressed him enough. The more she sings, the closer she gets to the ground, and to the ancient fae, until at last, she lands before him, kneeling down and bowing her head. Her last words are a whisper, a private exchange from her to the man sitting opposite her.

“You are an ocean of waves. . .”

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Re: ☾Willow☽
« Reply #18 on: September 10, 2016, 06:53:23 am »
As Luna dissolves into thin air and Thalia is left with Shenir and the magi hunter, whose name she still hadn’t gotten, not caring for it much now because a name without a face wouldn’t do much, she crosses her arms over her chest and puffs out her cheeks, lost in deep contemplation. On one hand she could use her weather manipulation technique to kill a fire should she ever need to, on the other hand she could begin to prepare for it now. Tonight however, she would give her mind, and shoulder, to Luna; Thalia hadn’t forgotten about the annual sacrifice but she could only nod, to nothing and noone in particular as she finally realises why Lady Ava had made an appearance.

The ancients were all coming to town tonight, and the power they possessed would run through the roots of the trees; it made Thalia tingle with excitement.

“Oh I’ll lead the way alright,” it was evident how exuberant she was, her dogs taking the lead, turning so she’s looking at Shenir and walking backwards, “we have this annual sacrifice for Vaeymere every year. I mean of course, him being the most ancient Fae, he’ll need a young, ripe woman to keep him entertained,” her voice was laced and dripping with sarcasm, but it passes quickly, replaced with songs of woe, “every year, dozens of young girls volunteer, but it’s not up to them, the elders decide who’s worthy and this year, they decided on Luna.”

Luna didn’t deserve it and Thalia could only imagine what she was going through right now but as they make their way deeper into the woods, she watches the diamond sky get brighter - it was only a matter of time before they made it to Lake Qurbani. It seemed there was magic in the air around them the deeper they got, the pathway leading to the bridge they had to cross decorated with little faes, flapping their little wings about and leaving in their trails, specks of dust, of all colours - pinks, different hues of purples, emeralds. It was beautiful. The leaves had a life of their own too, rich and vibrant in colour. As they crossed the bridge, Thalia looked at the turquoise waters of the bay, filled with fishes whose scales shone brightly, like flashing lights, matching the same lights that were wrapped around the wooden structure beneath them.

Having crossed over now, they would walk down another pathway, animals crowding around the trees, waiting for the night to begin, and there, in the heart of the forest was the start of the big lake, surrounded by the ancients, the elf-folk, faes, talking and cheering among themselves. They would place cups under the waterfall, drinking the sweet beverage and passing it around, a huge grin painting Thalia’s face at the drunk folk that stumbled around clumsily. She looks back at her companions, grey eyes full of glee, “I’ll go get us some drinks.” Though the faes had beautiful wings, the elves didn’t need them to fly, it was the magic that dominated their very existence that allowed them the art, so without another word Thalia floats over the river, scooping down to pick up three cups before filling them, landing beside Shenir. She holds out the cups waiting for the men to accept them, and when they do, she would take a sip of hers.

It was hard to put into words what their holy water tasted like - because it runs through the forest and makes encounters with oak every day as if they were two lovers passing by each other in the dead of the night, it tasted earthy, with a hint of vanilla. It tastes like comfort and warmth, and never the same to everyone, each person would have their own unique experience with the drink, and as she sips on hers, she looks over to the two men, wondering what it was like for them.

The magical beings around them were radiating, and beautiful and on a night like this one, it was hard to ignore the love in the air, the romantic setting, the deep colours, the light breeze - everything was perfect and it was almost time.

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Re: ☾Willow☽
« Reply #17 on: September 08, 2016, 10:09:15 pm »
“Dead, haha, yes.” Shenir leaned against his staff as it drove a light hole into the dirt and steadied itself against his weight. His diamond eyes shimmered at the thought as he shook his head, sounding silver bells through his hair as the braid snaked back and forth behind him. “We did war him not to play the fool. But alas… Poor Appetence of the first tower thought himself ready.” Shenir’s chuckle turned into a dark, snide snicker as he watched the par before him. “He found out.”

Shenir let the power wash over him as it expanded from its user and shortly after he listened to the speech Tristan gave on the use of incantations, the pipe between his lips suddenly as it had gone away and a long drag entering Shenir’s lungs.

“A crutch? I’d call it more of training wheels. Once you get past the first three towers, you don’t really need them anymore.” Smoke billowed from his mouth as he spoke, his eyes fixed on nothing in particular. He felt the other presence before she ever appeared. Shenir, now climbing the ranks of the fifth tower understood this well. Incantations and spellwords were forbidden unless using more powerful magics.

It had felt like the Elf had grown quiet with their conversation. His eyes flicked over towards the elf for one second, but then Shenir continued his talks with Tristan.

“Well, Rahl. The common folk played you a fool. There has been no trouble this side of the pass. Maybe with the woods. This place seems alive and well enough to keep us off track. The Holdfast is a day’s ride from here once you get outside this blasted place. Those apostates won’t kill themselv…”

She appeared, just as the other had, as a flitting leaf falling from the branches above and catching herself only to hang above them on the lowest branch as light as air it seemed. Shenir had felt the presence, his feelers now out at the sight of the Rahl to keep anything else that might come their way within proper range for a warning. He didn’t speak, he just watched this new one with pipe in mouth and smiled at her words, chuckling at the rise that flushed Thalia’s face as her companion spoke.

His eyes turned to Tristan as the woman spoke and then vanished. He chuckled softly and let out a small stream of smoke from his lips. “Seems our presence is required at some ceremony for the night.” He turned on his heel, still against his staff, both hands turning to let himself tool to Thalia. “So. I suppose you can lead the way for us if you wish.”
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Re: ☾Willow☽
« Reply #16 on: September 07, 2016, 08:13:59 pm »
Deeper still, within the heart of the forest, rested the Elder Fae.

Eyes were a deep crimson, that reflected dully in the light of the torches and candelabra surrounding him within his ritual chamber. Blue-ashen flesh was absorbed the light, as if the skin had been deprived of light its entire life. The Elder Fae was naked, revealing the tattoos were apart of his flesh; grooves and ridges, spirals and sharp circles, a pattern of magic long lost to this world.

He was of the Old Magic, a legend; immortal even by Fae standards of longevity. That Wild Magic swirled within his veins, in his soul; glittered darkly within the crimson hues. He wasn't exactly handsome by the fae standards of beauty, offering a more rugged and rough beauty; though that was mostly due to age. He could still captivate any mortal should he so choose.

The white hair hung about his shoulders, moving briefly with some form of air that turned about his person.

His fellow fae offered up their young to him as some sort of honor, as if to please him; to placate him. The problem was that he grew bored, his long life now holding little meaning. Years passed like seconds, mulling over pointless thoughts. How long had it been since he ventured among the world of the humans? Of his own people? He thought of the Nevernever, a home lost to him, with some melancholy.

Vaeymere knew himself to be a sad creature, unmoved by any sort of plight; he was but mere fragment of the man he once was, but despite that, his presence was palpable; heavy; wild.

He stood, finally, after a few more minutes of contemplation and dressed himself in his usual garb.

A dark colored shirt that was covered by a leather vest; fingerless gloves and pants of the same leather; boots with steel heels and toes, though decorated with silver etchings. He stuffed the pants into the boots and strapped the sword to his person.

The sword was finely crafted, to be sure, despite its simple design; slightly curved much like a scimitar though not was wide. The weapon held its own magical properties. He looked at himself, noticing that the clothing was bit looser in some areas as he is no longer at the peak of his physique. Much like old veterans, he longed for the days of old; of being young, youthful; full of pride and arrogance instead of wisdom and caution.

The look in his eyes spoke of a man long dead, just waiting for the body to catch up.

As he made his way into the forest, he sat beneath a tree; his eyes closed as he embraced the nature around him, letting the wild magic within ebb and flow; his senses immersing themselves to the sights and sounds.

Soon... But how long before this new one grows boring?

His body began to lax, his mind loosening, as the light embraced him; kissed his flesh so gently like a lover seeking comfort. A soft sigh left his lips, feeling his spirits come to life after so many years within. He disliked the weakness he felt upon waking from his slumber, knew it was a matter of time before he never woke up; dreaming eternally. A part of him longed for that, but a part of him, the warrior's pride, wouldn't allow him to die in such a quiet way despite him deserving that much. The Elder Fae could feel the presence of the two wizards, hear the conversation on the breezes of air. Perhaps he would join them in their mission...
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Re: ☾Willow☽
« Reply #15 on: September 07, 2016, 07:07:01 pm »
Sitting atop of a branch, Luna had been witness to Thalia and the two strangers, their conversation not particularly compelling but enough to distract her from venturing into another heartrending memory of what her past would soon be - Lady Ava having been the first to remind her. For a moment, she looks over the scarlet horizon, ignoring everyone and everything, a blissful silence blanketing her mind and though it lasts a mere second, she doesn’t take advantage of savouring the very brief moment before she’s brought back to Earth as a rush of air hugs her body and just as swiftly leaves. Like the elf, Thalia lets her body fall, looking like one with the wind, moving as gracefully and elegantly as the nixie. However, just before she hits the ground, she grabs the shortest branch, lifting her body and twisting in the air, so her legs are suspended over the branch, and the top half of her body is hanging upside down.

“Her memory is the only thing that’s been lost among the leaves, her name is Thalia,” a smirk is on her lips as she interrupts the three and introduces her emerald friend, watching her immediately turn and puff out her cheeks conveying how annoyed she was in the flare of her nostrils, “don’t look at me like that, did you forget about the ceremony taking place later tonight?” Luna hadn’t expected the eyes and ears of the forest to forget about the celebration to come tonight, and when she mentions it, she feels like a sacrificial lamb, deciding to take advantage of the last few hours of freedom she had.

Luna’s father had chosen her to be offered and the young girl, by his expressed desire, had agreed, not giving way for her own selfish ambitions to urge her to higher aims, though she was sure she was burying her talent, along with her spontaneity, into the dirt beneath them. Throwing herself off the branch, she lands a few feet away from the Rahl, dismissing her friend’s angered facial expression, an angelic and soft giggle filling the air around them before answering the man’s second question, her answer not carrying the entire truth, “don’t mind her fascination with something as straightforward as fire, she’ll move onto something as equally as straightforward after this, ice, water. . . a bug.” Luna knew why Thalia had asked so many questions, she bore the responsibility of their land’s safety on her shoulders, and a fire was a threat to these woods, to their plant life, so she had to know everything about it.

Luna had dark hair and tan skin, which was uncharacteristic of an ethereal fae; she was a slender woman, her collarbones protruding from her skin, though a big necklace adorned it, her posture not giving away how heavy it was. A gift from Vaeymere himself, crafted by metals only he obtained, and though it wasn’t given to her by him personally, she felt the weight of it, quite literally. Like Thalia, she too didn’t wear clothes, her hair an effortless mess, and though she was slender, the curves to her body made her irresistible, a sight to behold, and very popular, simply put, she possessed physical attributes of light, and so, took the form of it herself, making her seem like an angel. Her brown eyes peeked through the thick curtain of lashes and stared out into the distance, at nothing in particular, a slight smile painted onto her plump lips.

“Well then,” she turns to Thalia, floating over to pet one of her hounds, kissing the dog's forehead before turning to her friend, “I expect you to be there tonight. Bring these gents,” she tilts her head towards the two men, before slowly dissolving into the air, leaving in her wake, the smell of sandalwood and vanilla.
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Re: ☾Willow☽
« Reply #14 on: September 07, 2016, 03:41:11 pm »
'The last man to call me a coward died.' His tone was conversational, speaking to Shenir in response to the question. 'But I have nothing to prove to this auphe.'

Tristan had spent his life being called names, so it was nothing to be called a coward; or the insinuation that he was one. There had been plenty of times he'd proven himself and come out on top; his whole life a trial, every fork in the road an obstacle. Despite his Rahl blood, people underestimated him, choosing to see past the surface for what man could do what Tristan had done in a lifetime?

Let her be on her toes should she view his distance a threat.

He welcomed it, after she had so rudely scared his horse. A hand idly patted the thick neck of the beast, who snorted; the eyes warily resting on the two hounds, but relaxed at the touch of a trusted companion. Tristan felt that same reassurance from touching the horse, knowing that the one creature that had seen him through so much still remained at his side. He felt some regret at the idea of keeping the animal on the road, but any new horse would feel like a betrayal. That, and the changes he had made to Horse with his Additive magic would take too long on a different horse.

He sighed, allowing his thoughts to slide away. 'A warrior like me?' Perhaps it was easy to forget that Tristan was one of the most powerful wizards within his homeland, being a War Wizard; one of a very select few remaining, as Tristan rarely flaunted his own power, relying on his more natural skills and talent to kill his enemies. But he mostly used his magic to defend against other magic-users.

As he exhaled once more after a deep inhale, black lightning roped around his arms and body; sparking as bright red lights danced between the coils before igniting with a great suction that made it difficult to breathe for a moment; even the air began to grow colder; the breathing of persons and animals alike misting, a cold air surrounding the warrior. The black lightning seemed to arc within the thin layer of mist, dancing between the molecules.

A rush of air pushed all of this away, touching all the living things harmlessly; a feat hard to pull off with the Subtractive lightning that manifested itself. After a few meters the magicks fell away to nothing. 'He speaks of spells and incantations, invocations, that summon when in reality, all magic comes from your willpower. Words are nothing but a buffer, a cushion; a crutch. An enabling factor that allows for weakness, but sometimes such things are needed for bigger magicks.'

The voice was ominous, strained with anger, which was also lurking within the eyes of the Rahl but not directed at any one thing. Shenir's magic was a lot more versatile than Tristan's own, but it was a handicap that Tristan had overcome; learned to manipulate his dual powers with efficiency.

'As for why I am here, there was some reports of trouble. They have no respect for a run of the mill magi hunter.' He shrugged the broad shoulders. 'You know how it is with common folk who know nothing of our ways, but no. As I said, I didn't find your markings, following a different kind of markers from a different source. Finding you and her was merely happenstance. Unfortunately my display earlier may have given my location away, but very few can detect my kind of magic; you are one of the few outside of my homeland.'
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Re: ☾Willow☽
« Reply #13 on: September 05, 2016, 09:20:35 pm »
He watched the interaction between the Elf and the Rahl. A chuckle left his lips as he heaved his staff against his shoulder and let it set there. His opposite hand brought his pipe to his lips, a strong inhale bringing the sweet tobacco into his lungs and then a soft exhale brought a bellow of smoke through his nostrils and down his beard, the heavier mist seeping down over the front of his body like a curtain.

He felt the presence, but did not turn to look. From his position he just caught a glimpse of her from the corner of his eye. Shenir simply lifted his pipe in salute with the other fae and then went back to drawing in the sweet, thick vapor and keeping an eye on the Elf ash she elevated herself to lock eyes with Tristan. It was strange to see a creature call him out on his disguises. Shenir’s whiskers turned up with his smile as he let out another small cloud of smoke, this one rising up instead and away.

He had almost forgot the link he set up with the woman before her mind returned a signal to his, the side of his face curled up slightly and he drew in once more and nodded at nothing in particular it seemed.

“Well, Tristan. When was the last time you ever heard that word with you as the subject of the sentence?”

Shenir chuckled and let his staff slip. The staff slid down and tapped the ground as he released a large O from his mouth. The circle passed the woman as she now flitted through the air in his direction. It broke for one second and then reassembled on the other side of her body. It widened and struck Tristan across the chest as he snickered.

He took a few puffs from his tobacco as their eyes met. He sighed at her question and glanced over her shoulder to Tristan with a smile. “Well, my dear. There are many ways to snuff a fire out.” He nodded and blew another cloud of smoke between them. “Take away its fuel, douse it with water, douse it with dirt, and starve it of oxygen are a few.” He nodded and swirled the smoke with his hand. “But if you have a more magical flame… You would need something a little stronger.” Shenir stamped the tobacco down with his thumb and placed it back inside the tail of his cloak. “Usually another Magi or wizard. An Apostate could possible fight it if they knew the right invocations.”

He looked at the two animals and pondered their position for a short time before looking to Tristan. “Even a warrior like him can fight a fire to a point.”

He now took a moment to circle the elf as she had circled them. He made his way from in front of her to the back and then back around once more. He inspected her anatomy, turning his head one way or the other to get the right angles. “So. I have answered your questions… Do you have a name, my dear? Or has it been lost among the leaves?” He stepped past her and towards the dogs, maintaining a little more distance from them than he did with the Elf woman. “And why the deep fascination with fire? Odd you would know of something that you seem have no need for.” The two dogs came up to nearly chest height on Shenir. He shook his head and then turned toward Tristan and walked before him.

“So you avoided my question, a tad Rahl. Everyone knows you like the trees. But that doesn’t explain why you aren’t where the orders said you were going to be.”
"There is no confusion like the confusion of a simple mind.."
- F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

He's an outlaw loose and running came the whisper from each lip
And he's here to do some business with the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip
And the swiftness of the ranger is still talked about today
Texas Red had not cleared leather fore a bullet fairly ripped
And the ranger's aim was deadly with the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip

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