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"Then we are in for a very interesting adventure indeed." Her hand remained firmly locked in his during the tumult. When it was over, Fiera adjusted her grip and coiled her fingers over his knuckles with a squeeze. He might not be able to see her face, but the way the lower lids of her eyes...

If he recalled the deep rumbling from earlier in the night that had echoed eerily across the dune landscape, he would experience it once more but this far much closer to home. Around them the hallway began to vibrate and shake as what felt to be an earthquake of tremendous magnitude overtook the...

They walked together, hand-in-hand, on and on. The ground beneath their feet undulating in a manner not unlike churning waves in a restless sea. Fieravene closed her eyes as he spoke, tall and pointed ears drinking in the sound of his voice, dark figure all but melding into the blackness that...

She recounted the last steps taken here with the trade caravan, en route to meet Medja with several gifts. The tree of life, a new servant, and a crown of green. It felt just yesterday, though by now it had been several years. What was several years to someone who lived as long as she? Such a...

"Eldar Gods are many things but most of all they are vain. Once you know how to please them, they become invaluably useful so long as you remain within their good graces." He was perhaps one of the most self-aware she'd had the delight to spend time with. Where others mired their fears with...

The dark elf's red eyes narrowed at the comparison of one Drakormir to that of an Eldar God, "How does one compare a mouse to a mountain? An ant to a moon?" Subjectivity. To an ant, a mouse was quite Godly. To a human, an elder dragon was the closest they came to a living God. And what was a...

The dark elf smiled to herself, ever pleased to witness any creature in its natural habitat like one such as Ashuanar in the sands of his home lands. Graceful, playful even. Ah, to be young and exuberant again. She imagined she might move with such surety as one from the desert might, given...

"Hm," a small, muted laugh was her only reply for many long moments. "This ruin once sat to the east of the Urorak Sands trade route." That was not an area anywhere near where they stood now. "It was once called the Temple of Irith'el and it was believed for many long centuries to be dead...

Once the last drop of coffee had disappeared, Fiera cleaned up her camp and packed her scant few things away in the saddlebags on her horse. Sand kicked over the embers of the fire, she took the reins over the horse's head and motioned for Ashu to follow her as she lead the way across the dunes...

Oh goodie... Teeth starkly white against her ashen skin and hair of coal slowly receded behind unpainted lips that were far too red. "Good," said the dark elf, crimson eyes glinting with mirth. She took him in for several delayed moments of silence, considering all the things the young elf...

A reverent crimson gaze settled upon the wound, lacking utterly of concern or sympathy for one she may have called friend. There was a beauty in the corruption that she recognized with some intimate curiosity and dark mirth, like recognizing an old lover from a distance. It was likely the same...

"Spares you," she echoed, the words hollow of meaning as her poise shifted, body twisting to face him while molten rubies settled squarely on his own forlorn gaze, "or holds you back?" The darkness of intrigue lingered within the crimson where the firelight danced. For too long now had...

"Oh," an impressed chirrup flew from red lips, the guess garnering him an amused glance, "yes. From a village called Wilteschire." "Lovely little place. Apple orchards for miles..." to that point, she leaned to a black saddlebag settled nearby, fished through the pockets and withdrew an apple...

Dark brows lofted high over red eyes blinking back at him in disbelief. Fieravene? Not enjoy something? Feeling rather put-upon by the suggestion, she poked at her fire with purpose. "Ours is a world of many flavors," Fieravene noted with all the wisdom of one who had spent a great deal of...

"You say that now..." replied the dark elf, her tone equipped with a lingering hint that perhaps he might not be so glad. Given enough time in any one single area and less than gladly things were sure to follow. But what a rude hostess she would be without acknowledging a call answered. She...