Erogenous Enigma

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  1. ...and it made me frown

    Surreality is dead. Q.Q I see only two roleplays relatively recent, and nothing in these OOC threads.
  2. AT LEAST LOOK, WOULD YA?! kthx~

    Well I first thought atomic numbers, but uhh, 58 gave me ce, so I dunno. Actually I couldn't find any element that matched "Pe." Fe - Li - Ce Ni - Co - La - S
  3. AT LEAST LOOK, WOULD YA?! kthx~

    They were facing inward.
  4. ...and it made me frown

    He likes drinking, I don't want to be the reason he doesn't. Just seems stupid to me just because of one comment that may or may not be related to him drinking.
  5. ...and it made me frown

    I told my partner he was mean to me while he was drinking, now he won't drink around me. :\
  6. Lunar New Year and Eye Infections

    I'm with Ack! I know nothing of lunar new years except that steam had a sale and now I'm broke.
  7. Site Upgrade

    So lovely.
  8. AT LEAST LOOK, WOULD YA?! kthx~

    Alright Ice I was waiting for the next one, what happened?
  9. AT LEAST LOOK, WOULD YA?! kthx~

    Maybe it doesn't count 1 as a brother because if you cut it in half it's just 1 and 1, which together would only equal 2, and I don't really know, just guessing. . .
  10. AT LEAST LOOK, WOULD YA?! kthx~

    I feel like it's got to relate to numbers.
  11. Crystalmoore Estate

    The halls continued to rumble with the power of the storm brewing outside, Abigale flinched at a particularlly violent roar of thunder, and though she stumbled she managed to keep her footing and continue towards the light ahead. She felt her hands shaking as she contemplated who it could be, her mind inevitably filling her with fear at the possibilities of it being someone other than whom she sought, or worse, something. "Hello?" Abigale whispered into the darkness, as she drew near she realized the light was peaking out from around a corridor. The house rumbled once more, she pressed her palm to the wall and waited it out, another crash. A nearby window illuminated the entire hall, her heart dropped into her stomach at the array of shadows that reached out at her, but in the next instant they were gone and she was left bewildered at what tricks her eyes had played on her. The mansion creaked and moaned with the force of the wind and rain. "Is anyone there?" Abigale called louder trying to speak out over the storm but still timid at what could be. Just as she passed the window a torrent of wind and rain pelted her back, she spun around, the light forgotten as she stared in disbelief at the wide open window that just a moment prior had been closed. The rain was quickly drenching her curls and clothes, worse it had estinguished her candle. She dropped the candle and threw herself at the window having to jump to reach the ledge and pull it down, it was a struggle but once she pulled that first inch it seemed to snap closed. With a sigh, followed closely by a shiver, she turned to retrieve her candle only to be face with a woman just at the bend in the hall, garbed in an elegant turquoise gown, but it were eyes that startled her, for the briefest moment she swore they flickered gold, they had to have, she couldn't make out the color without the candle, had they not just been glowing? Abigale frowned for whatever reason this woman did not instill fear in her as everything else in the house seemed to do, though she didn't realized how bizarre her calm was after the strange events. She should have been afraid especially since she couldn't place this individual, not at first, it took her a solid minute of simply staring to realize this was whom she sought.
  12. Crystalmoore Estate

    MASSIVE HUNT FAILS TO FIND TRACE OF CHILDREN The three Somerton children who disappeared in Emerald Vale Wednesday were still missing late last night despite a massive search. Police have established that probably the last time the children were seen and recognized by a member of the public was when a courier, known to them and their family, met them on Hillcrest Rd just outside of Emerald Vale, on Wednesday afternoon. He saw them “holding hands and laughing.†Their father, Mr. Beaumont, 40, said yesterday: “Somebody must be holding them against their will. They would otherwise have come home by now.†The clipping was at least three years old. The young girl placed it back in the single drawer of the cherry wood end table she’d woken up next to. She was fully dressed as if she’d just passed out on the bed to take a nap. The room was that of a child’s, the bed doned in pastel pink, with a frilly bed skirt, the mountain of pillows ranging from cute characters to lace and more frills; one entire wall was lined with shelves where dolls and stuffed animals sat; along another was a large window, curtained by sheer pink drapes; along with the end table there was also a writing desk and chair, a dresser, and an armoire all of them done in the same cherry wood. She rose and moved over to the armoire just to the side of it was a tall full length mirror, it was several feet taller than her but this ensured it showed her entire form. The person in the mirror was both familiar and alien to her, she tilted her head from side to side, examining her violet eyes as they seemed to glow in the dim candle light, her short curly blonde hair bounced easily from side to side with the slightest of movements, on the top of her head was a large pink bow holding back the more rebellious of her curls. Her dress cut off just below her knees, poofing out in a wide bell around her legs with layers of petticoats to keep it’s shape. The dress was mostly white, layered in more pink to match her bow, decorated with frills, lace, and pearls. With her white stockings and pristine white boots she looked like one of the porcelain dolls that belong on the self on the other wall. A rumble of thunder alarmed her to the weather outside and she was quickly drawn from her reflection bouncing over to the window. She reached for the ledge but her fingers touched a smooth, flat surface. Confused she took her attention from outside to the rim of the window, it was completely flat, she couldn’t even make out any seams for where the window would have been placed into the wall, it was almost as if it was painted on and yet she could see the rain pelting the glass, the trees several stories below billowing with the wind the storm brought. The window was obviously there, she just couldn’t see how it was done. Another rumble and a flash of lightning made her stare out longingly at the scene below, she knew this place, though she couldn’t remember her own name, or parents, or how she got here. This was Crystalmoore Estate, out the window she could see several other structures done in dark gray with white molding, the trimming was extravagant with swooping arches and twisted filigree, as was the norm for a Victorian mansion. Beyond the Estate was nothing but forests for as far as she could see, that, she glanced back at the end table, that was Emerald Vale. As she headed towards the door she reached up to her neck where a small chain hung, she worried the pendant between her thumb and forefinger. Just as she reached the door she realized her habitual habit and looked at the pendant in her fingers, it was in the shape of an ‘A,’ for her name… Abby… Abigale. After a moment of remembrance at her own name she returned to her destination, reaching for the handle and pulling the door open only to be met with a pitch black hallway. A wave of discomfort made her rethink her plan, closing the door and pressing her back to it only for her eyes to fall on the candle still glowing in the dim room, it barely looked like it’d been lit an hour ago. She moved over to the writing desk and picked up the tray it sat on and resuming her original plan. Even with her candle she hesitated at the opened door, biting her lip, it was still quite dark. With a trembling sigh she pushed herself out the door, from the hall the room suddenly seemed to be the creepier of the two options as it was now lit only by the flickering light from outside, another rumble of thunder startled her and she slammed the door by accident. The hall was barely illuminated a few feet beyond her candle as if the darkness was more than just a lack of light but a solid shadow that fought with her flickering flame. She huddled her candle close to her chest and started walking, her boots making the slightest clack on the wooden floor. Each piece of decoration was another torment in the dark, the pictures of elegant ladies and gentlemen looked like monsters until the candle illuminated them, the soft flapping of tapestries against the walls sounded like the padding footsteps of a stranger coming upon her. The light was playing with her eyes, the drafty halls tormenting her mind. She chewed on her lip, debating each step, but she kept on, there was someone else here she wanted to find, she just couldn’t remember who for some reason.
  13. Crystalmoore Estate

    Though she knew there was someone else here and she knew she knew them personally she couldn't remember who or even where to find them. There were plenty of doors along the dark corridor but she just felt they weren't what she was looking for, still after wandering past a dozen or more quickly starting to feel like she was in an endless hall she wasn't so sure any more. Five minutes past into ten, and then into fifteen, finally frustration rulled over, having encoutered no turns, stairs, or even different looking doors, she was even beginning to doubt the decor, the thought made her hesitate, she stopped and looked at a vase sitting on a small table, it was filled with a bouquet of roses that looked almost black in the dim light her candle offered. She snatched one of the roses from the vase and immediately regreted her decision as the thorns jabbed into her soft palm, the rose falling to the dark wood floors as she abruptly released it. She stared, her violet eyes wide in horror at the gaping wound on her palm, a simple thorn shouldn't have cause such damage, had it somehow ripped the wound when she dropped it? Blood welled in her hand and quickly began flooding from her porcelain skin and dripping to the ground. Turning to the closest door she needed to find something to bind this with she threw open the door only to be faced with the bedroom she'd woken up in. "What..." She muttered aloud into the darkness. When she glanced back at her hand there was nothing there, her skin smooth. She spun around looking down each hall and seeing no vase, no rose, but there was an obvious bend down the hall she thought she'd been walking down that she didn't recall, the halls even seemed a bit more illuminated or perhaps her eyes had just adjusted to the dark. With significantly more hesitation she let the bedroom door slip closed and headed down the hall towards the bend. This time as she walked she peaked in the occasional room but it mostly seemed to be bedrooms, but at least they weren't all the same bedroom. The flicker of another light in the distance drew her eye and she was filled with a mix of emotions, eagerness at the possibility that there was another person, and possibly the one she saught, but also the aching fear that the light could be something less desirable, she couldn't help the fear in this dark hall, thunder rolling outside, various creaks and whistles passing through the old building.
  14. Mods?

    Phone slow, double post, oops.
  15. Mods?

  16. Boredom

    I've no qualms with writing with students. What kind of genres do you enjoy?
  17. Boredom

    I've been quite bored lately and am in desperate need for something to fill the copious amount of free hours I have floating about. Desperately seeking a writing partner to create wonders with. Prefer fantasy settings, the degree of fantasy doesn't matter, but just pure realism is boring to me. I'm not so great with futuristic settings but I'm willing to hear ideas. I have a few ideas of my own but I'd rather find a partner and hash out a story with them so we can design something we're both really into. I feel like this post is probably wishful thinking, this place looks pretty dead, but I'm hopeful anyway. Come out of the wood works my fellow Surrealians, let's play. I'll add that because of how deserted this place looks I'm not expecting a quick response, so if you happen upon this post a month or even six months from now, don't think "It's been too long" please, message me, I always lurk about every so often.
  18. Psychedelic Space Lounge

    I'M SO DAMN BORED! 42 minutes until I go home, blarg work, work, work.
  19. Your Writing Readability

    I checked quite a few of mine, lowest was 6, but I think I averaged around 11-13, just an estimate. Was interesting though, of course now I'm rereading old rps. ^^; I can't fathom what you must have wrote to be at 21. XD
  20. AT LEAST LOOK, WOULD YA?! kthx~

    uhh... cause she wouldn't wear landshells?
  21. AT LEAST LOOK, WOULD YA?! kthx~

    Don't stick your arms out of the cage? feed them your baby/friend/fellow swimmer? PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE! get out of the water....
  22. AT LEAST LOOK, WOULD YA?! kthx~

    Regardless of my silence I am following this thread, so I'll save Wst as I had frenchy fries last night cause fatty fat girl over here. ^^; But maybe he doesn't want saving cause yummm steak. :D
  23. NC-17 [Private] Forged by Fate

    Solstice was standing in a sort of 'VIP' box with the King, Gnarlen and several others, including a handful of guards. It was strange how they treated her, a queer sensation for her to just be another one of the crowd to them. She truly felt like she was just another dwarf to them. They passed her ale and toasted with her like they were having a party in the private viewing box. They had a perfect view of the arena and when the battle began they all fell silent, or perhaps Solstice just didn't hear them as she leaned on the railing separating the long fall to the sand of the pit below. All her attention was on Aeran, this new fluidity to his motions alien to her and yet at the same time she studied them. It seemed strange how he'd made such a massive jump just by becoming an elf over night - figuratively. The elves were no easy foes, and Solstice had been under the impression Angvar was a teacher, not just some kid they'd assigned to Aeran, why not assign him someone more skilled? Perhaps he'd have learned more, but it didn't seem he needed that. Whatever the elves had been thinking, she supposed it worked given how easily he toyed with Angvar now. By the time Aeran solidified his victory Solstice was drunk, the dwarves didn't tolerate half empty tankards, as quickly as she drank they'd top her off again. "Ya know, when I firssht met 'im, da boy didn' even know how ta hol' a blade, stumblin' like a pup, barely hol'in the weapon, course I did kick 'im." The dwarves laughed at Solstice's drunken slurs, slapping her on the back and encouraging her to speak more of the rider, asking questions faster than her hazy mind could comprehend. "I once wrestled wit' Nar-Nar'el when she were jus' a wee thang." Not only was she drunk she seemed to be picking up their speech mannerisms. "Now... she'd jus' eat me..." Solstice chuckled with the dwarves, who again, filled up her tankard. She gazed into the dark amber liquid and then with a hiccup she said, "Canno' fell my throat no more...." More laughs. "She's no' even ganna remember this in the morn, best take her to her new home so she can sleep it off," Gnarlen was laughing as he tried to help Solstice in her drunken stupor. "Wait, I wanna congrat... uhh... congrat... you... late... Aeran! He kicked dat scrawny elf's bum!" Solstice tried to resist Gnarlen who was all but dragging the woman almost twice his size from the viewing box. King Barzúl chortled merrily, "There be time enough for that, lassie. Go rest up, we'll try not to get ye so drunk next time. Gnarlen watch over her, would ye." "Aye, milord." Gnarlen responded as he finally managed to take Solstice from the box, while she continued to chatter, more mumble about Aeran and Náriel. ~~~~~ When Solstice woke up she was lying on a bed, staring at a stone ceiling, a quick glance around her showed the dwarven architecture she'd grown rather fond of. She could smell something cooking though she didn't recognize it. Sitting up she was still in the clothes she wore the night before, it was too bad she didn't know where she was, the last she remembered was Aeran fighting Angvar, and winning, easily at that. Her weapons were not immediately within her grasp but something about the domain made her feel safe. She was in a bedroom it seemed, a massive bed, the frame all metal, so huge it seemed like it was attached. In the room was a matching table, chair, armoire, dresser, and vanity, on top of the vanity was a basin. She quickly rinsed her face, staring into her reflection at the yellow eye and blackened flesh, how far she'd come from being so innately alarmed by her appearance to barely noticing it, it was simply a detail. She touched the horn, and the blackened skin as Galenus had done at one point, the reminder a heavy weight in her chest. On impulse she touched her hip, seeking the metal box but it wasn't there. In a panic she twisted around, taking in the room as quickly as she could, only once she was about to storm out of the room did something occur to her. Glancing back at the vanity she saw the simple box and the blue dress folded neatly there. Solstice sighed her relief and sat down, opening the box of letters. She smiled painfully and then closed it. Leaving the vanity she decided to explore more of the structure she'd been left in. The bedroom door opened up into a hall, there were several other doors, she quickly opened each out of curiosity, finding two other bedrooms, a bathing room, and what appeared to be a sitting room. Seeing as they were all empty of other inhabitants, in fact, the bedrooms looked quite barren, there were no personal effects at all, even the room she woke in had only the box and the dress that she recalled, she followed a staircase down into a lower level, showing her another hall with more doors. She found a storage room, which had only basic items, nothing personal, a study with a full bookshelf, mostly generic books of history and "coffee table" themed books, and another seating area. She found stairs leading further down but she wasn't done on this floor, and the food smelled like it wasn't far. As she headed further down the hall she heard the gruff sounds of a dwarf cursing to himself. Opening the door closest showed her a kitchen and Gnarlen. When he spun around from his task he laughed and scratched his beard, "I expected ye'd be sleepin' more, lass, ye sure ye should be 'bout?" He had brought her here? Was he the one to take her weapons, to place her personal items on the vanity? Had he... read those letters? The thought made Solstice go cold, but she pushed forward entering the room, though she remained silence, instead investigating whatever he was cooking. "I hope ye hungry, need to soak up some o' da ale in ye." She glared at him, staring into his eyes as if she'd see something there, but he just looked as mirthful as ever. He looked away from her to return to his task. Whatever he was cooking smelled kind of like rabbit but the smell was earthier, like it had been buried in dirt for the past year. "How long have I been out?" She finally spoke, her tone flat mimicking none of the cheer the dwarf had. "Oi..." Gnarlen searched in his pocket for a small brass item, he clicked a button on it and it popped open, he stared intently at the front of it before answering, "'Bout five hours er so." Solstice nodded her acknowledgement and walked away sitting at a bar. "Lass, ye should still be sleepin'." She shook her head, "I'm fine." "Err... I'm no' so sure ye are." Gnarlen platted the strange rabbit he'd been cooking and set it in front of her before joining her. "Yer eyes are dark." "Maybe you shouldn't look so deep into the eyes of a monster." She snapped, already reverting back to herself, though she still ate the food that'd been offered. "If yer tryin' to intimidate me wit' yer dark and broody talk yer wastin yer time. Ye don' scare me, lass." Solstice shrugged at him. "Come now, talk to ol' Gnarlen, somethin's eatin ye." She glared at him "My problems are none of your concern." If he'd read any of the letters she wasn't going to open up room for discussion, though she wasn't even sure if that's what he was talking about, anyone who read the letters would see a loving keepsake, nothing to cause concern. "Hah! So ye admit somethin' is botherin' ye." Solstice sneered as he pointed out her slip. "Come on now, Dragon Knight." Solstice hissed at him but after a moment she swallowed her anger and discomfort and simply frowned. Gnarlen raised a brow at her. Solstice leaned over the meal, holding her forehead in her hands. Gnarlen was surprisingly patient as Solstice struggled with her pride, after a moment she finally spoke: “Why do you call me Dragon Knight?†“Oi? Well isn’t that obvious? Ye protect our young rider!†Gnarlen said cheerily about to continue his praise but Solstice interrupted him: “No, you saw him last night, he doesn’t need protection. You don’t actually know anything about me. So I ask again, why do you call me Dragon Knight?†Solstice lifted her head and the stare she gave him was hard but not angry. Now Gnarlen frowned as he tried to come up with a better reason after a moment he shrugged, “When he fainted ye were the first at his side, and ye weren’t even next to him. Ye snarl at people like he’s yer hatchlin! Besides King Barzúl naming ye Dragon Knight is merely a formality, Aeran choose ye long before, did he no’?†He had, but as it was Solstice was starting to question her purpose here. Aeran could protect himself now, she could be of more use to this war sharing her knowledge of Aedra, of teaching the elves about the Infurus training, sitting around drinking with the dwarves and playing house didn’t seem productive to her. Or maybe it was just because they didn’t see her monster at all. Maybe she was just making excuses. “Well, I’ll need to head out, hope ye like yer new home, make sure to check out the basement, I think ye’ll like it.†Gnarlen got up and threw out the remains of his meal and left his plate on the counter, as he was leaving Solstice turned. “Thanks, for uhh….†Solstice stumbled, the impulse to thank him something Galenus had beaten into her but now that Gnarlen was staring at her so strangely she didn’t know what to say. She tried to shrug it off but the awkwardness had been planted, “For the meal,†She finished, Gnarlen nodded and left. Solstice sat at the bar for a while, looking at the cabinets, the tables, even the cooking fire were all designed for someone taller than the dwarves, designed for her. She frowned and left the room, but all through the house she was greeted with the same details, while it all had the notable dwarven designs, it was for her height. The house was bigger than her townhome in Svarda had been, the memory made her heart clench as if it were simply a natural reaction, would that ever go away? Would the memory ever fade? At the moment it felt like it had only been hours since she’d walked upon the scene. She rubbed her eyes, not overly surprised at the wetness there. Solstice pushed herself through the house, glancing at each room, stopping to muse at certain structures that were of obviously fine quality, and again wonder why the dwarves already viewed her like she’d done something. Had she done something and she simply hadn’t realized it? Everyone else up to this point looked at her as what she was - an Infurus. The dwarves, seemed to see only a Dragon Knight. She went down the stairs to the lowest level the design quite different, it didn’t have the same craftsmanship carved into each wall, it was simply stone, sturdy, but nothing of remarkable art. It was a training area, sectioned off into a segment for weapons, where her elven sword and shield - gifted from Nero - hung on an alter of sorts, a sections for armor, though she didn’t wear armor, from the look of it she’d guess it was for training purposes, and the actual training section with a variety of target dummies and obstacles that could be placed about. It was a familiar setting and she almost couldn’t help herself, she craved the adrenaline, anything to escape the strange emotions. She’d learned a great deal from Galenus, but it was still a lot for someone who had spent nearly two decades disguising her emotions in fury. It had been a long time since she’d trained in armor, but perhaps with a war just around the corner it wouldn’t be a bad option - or so she told herself, the reality was she just wanted to push herself, to be lost in the adrenaline, and so she would don the foreign armor, all of it. It was impossibly heavy, even moving her arms was difficult, but it felt good, it gave her something to direct her emotions at, or more, something to help her ignore them as she had to put all her focus on simply moving. Moving across the sand was exhausting, by the time she stood in front of the training dummy there was sweat at her brow. Her first strike was weak, adjusting to the uncomfortable weight on her arms, but emotion was quickly working into her muscles, driving her to attack harder and faster. She attacked with abandon and fury she hadn't shown in a long time. Attack after attack, slashing it with the elegant blade not designed for such brutality and then bashing it with the shield until any normal weapon would have bent; the elven weaponry endured her onslaught better than could be expected. The physical strain of using such force under so much weight brought her to screaming, each arching strike she would growl or yell. The dwarf-made target dummy withstood her fury quite well but it was definitely starting to show wear. When Solstice dropped her weapon it wasn't because she wanted too, but because she'd crumpled down from pure exhaustion. She hadn’t pushed herself so hard in a long time and her body was feeling it. She wiped the sweat from her brow and peeled her hair from her face, throwing the mane over her shoulder and out of her face for the moment. Before Aeran she'd lived an emotionless existence, she'd had to in order to endure the scorn and disdain of those that surrounded her, of those she was supposed to protect. She was just a little girl, she barely even remembered before Aedra anymore, most of her memories were of Aeran and Náriel. How could such a short time frame consume all of her thoughts?
  24. “Yer the orc that went with the Agrinians to fend off the dragon, eh?†Ondine wanted to point out she was the ONLY orc within the city limits, but she just gave a closed mouth smile - having learned how her fangs unsettle the common folk - and nodded politely. “I was ever so worried about that beastie! Here let me show my appreciation.†Oh no, Ondine starred as the woman scurried off into her house, leaving the orc standing in front of the stand the woman worked at, with a dozen people huddled around eyeing her like a trophy. All Ondine wanted to do was sell off some of her heavy wears, maybe barter for some trinkets to take back to her kin, but every stand she went to she was offered more ‘rewards,’ Azu would not be happy with the load. The innkeeper, William, had given her a pewter tankard, said to always have a drink to calm the nerves, the tailor gave her a red, silk sash which he’d brazenly wrapped and tied around her waist without a care to her response, the blacksmith had told her to pick amongst his wares and when she refused he started measuring pieces to her, she ended up with a pair of bracers engraved with a dragon, of course he’d had to make them and so he hunted her down while she was walking the streets. This was a mistake, she should have stayed hidden in the inn, she’d sold off none of her furs or leathers, and had only managed to accrue more ‘gifts.’ People were herding about her, asking questions about the dragons, her injuries, how she’d fared, and what happened. Ondine’s upbringing demanded she answer them all, and though they got short, blunt answers, they didn’t seem bothered as they had prior to the event. She would be unable to escape before the old woman scurried back out, carrying a bottle, which like most of them, she tied to her belt without her consent, no alarm for how the orc that loomed over her would respond. Ondine was a public figure and she had no idea how to handle the attention. Azu on the other hand, pranced for the humans, bowing his head as if humble, but Ondine knew he was just sucking it all up. The humans loved him, petting him and feeding him until his belly grew wide and hard. They hung beautiful gems from his antlers, and even a necklace around his wide neck, adorned with various beads. It didn’t seem like the soldiers were getting the kind of attention she and Azu were, she could only assume it was because they were foreign and interesting as the humans were to her. Eventually she escaped the woman’s stand having successfully sold off nothing, and decided to quit for now, perhaps the next town they visited she’d have more luck. She was heading back to the inn to hide in her room when Syl bolted by. “Uhh….†Ondine watched him disappeared into the forest before looking to Azu, “Should we seek him out?†Azu huffed, his usual response to most of her questions. “No, that was definitely an upset Syl,†Ondine murmured as if Azu had actually spoken words to her though all he’d done was make some more huffing sounds. “Look, you fat deer, whether Syl’s been a jerk or not is irrelevant, that battle hit him hard, he shouldn’t be running off alone with his injuries. Go back to the stable I’ll seek him out myself,†Ondine pointed, and after giving her a puzzled look Azu followed her instructions prancing back to the stable just around the inn. Ondine stared off into the woods following the obvious trail Syl had left her of broken brush. She walked through the forest for quite a while as he had been running, but eventually she did find him, dropped down onto the forest floor. Ondine stopped, staring at his back, leaning on her glaive, debating on disrupting his thoughts or waiting until he noticed her. "Why have you come?" Syl called out, finally acknowledging Ondine's presence. Syl had kept her waiting for several minutes, but Ondine was surprisingly patient. She watched his back, wishing to see his face, to read his emotions and what was going through his mind. “To see to my old friend.†Her voice reminded her of her mother’s: hard, confident, and yet there was a softness there that drew people to her, made people feel safe with her. "I miss those days." Syl let out a long, troubled breath and touched the fresh burn scar on his face. "I miss knowing who I am... who I was." Ondine frowned, “What makes you think who you are has changed?†"I cannot explain to you now, you would not understand and I would rather you see me as I am... even if I would not like to look upon myself any longer." Syl leant over and touched his hand across the water, sending further ripples, distorting his reflection. “I am but a simple orc, Syl, you confuse me with your riddles. Why would I see you any differently?†Syl shook his head in response, that was a question he was not going to answer right now. The quiet forest sounds filled their silence. After a few minutes, Syl held out his arm to offer Ondine a seat beside him. Ondine pulled the butt of the glaive that had wedged itself into the soft dirt out, kicking the end to dislodge the bits that had stuck to it and then joined him, sitting cross legged with the glaive over her shoulder. She did not look at him, instead she gazed ahead, “I worry about the dragon, where it has gone, has it already died? I find the thought distasteful, and yet hopeful…†"It had to die, and has not. Our failure in that, imparts responsibility for all it does, from this moment onwards." Syl paused and let out a deep breath before looking to Ondine, "I too, am concerned." Ondine shook her head, “It is, as we, a part of the world, what it does is as it should. Perhaps we were simply not meant to kill it, perhaps it has a task to complete, whatever that may be, whether we find it to be of good outcome or not, is simply as it was meant to be. Though I do admit that the dragon, that creature it felt… wrong. The world is not at ease with that one.†Syl's thoughts wandered to the dreams he had been having, "I don't believe in fate." He lied. Standing up, he turned to face Skarra's worg and patted her on the chest, careful to avoid the still-sensitive area of scarring. "We should be getting back." He added, but did not voice his final thoughts. The dragon they had been fighting had not been alone. When he looked into it's eyes, someone else had looked back and recognised him. The same creature that named him in his dream, 'Elf Lord'. Ondine shrugged, she couldn’t imagine it not existing, but she would never argue someone’s opinion. “Regardless, I have something I’d like to give you. I don’t know if I’d call it a gift, but something to simply… remind you of those you helped to save and protect.†From a satchel sitting on her hip she withdrew several dragon scales. “I found them in the muck after the battle. Every now and then the tribe would find dragon scales about, they made the finest of weapons. I feel like, Syl, you might be lost and maybe these will help guide you back.†She offered them to him, the scales shining brilliantly in the sunlight, having obviously been cleaned already. Holding the scales in his arms, Syl examined them closely for imperfections, but to his surprise, there were none. It was true they had come from a dragon, but it was still a physical being. To come so close to perfection... he imagined his people would envy them greatly. "Thank you," He said quietly, feeling the words a feeble explanation of his appreciation. He packed the scales away and then placed one hand on Ondine's cheek and leant in, kissing her on the forehead. Ondine smiled, allowing the affectionate action, something he’d done when she was a child, and though she felt silly about it, she did not speak out. No more words were passed as they walked back to town. Ondine parted ways with him, escaping to the inn before more villagers could question her.
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