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Torrin - 20 Miles From Vel Anir
Varo sat quietly on a bench in the small farming town of Torren. He seemed to squirm quietly in place, his shaggy hair covered by a knitted cap that he had bought three towns back. No one had yet commented on it despite the warm spring weather, but he couldn't help tugging at it every so often as though someone were staring at him.
A frown flickered over his features, gaze quickly drawing every so often across those that passed him by.
Colette had promised him in her last letter that she would be here today. At high noon, she had said in fact. She had said, promised even, that things in Vel Anir were different now. That things were going well...good even, that he wouldn't face any sort of...problems. Yet despite that he couldn't help the nerves that flickered through him.
It was not only because he was an elf, that was...that was just a part of it.
For some reason he couldn't get it out of his head that someone knew what else he was.
Anirians were more discerning, direct. They knew to look at others with suspicion, even hatred. Perhaps something in that would clue them in to what else he was. Fingers tightened around one another, winding, pressing. Then a voice practically made him jump out of his skin.
Varo practically hopped out of his skin as the old woman spoke to him, hands coming up as though he were about to defend himself from some sort of assault. When nothing came his hands shot down to his lap. "Ah...no, Ma'am. Just...uhh. Waiting for someone."
The old woman smiled.
"Ha...thank you Ma'am but my friend is expecting me...here." He said, clearing this throat. "Thank you though."
Varo said, the old woman simply responding with a nod as she continued on her way.
Varo sat quietly on a bench in the small farming town of Torren. He seemed to squirm quietly in place, his shaggy hair covered by a knitted cap that he had bought three towns back. No one had yet commented on it despite the warm spring weather, but he couldn't help tugging at it every so often as though someone were staring at him.
A frown flickered over his features, gaze quickly drawing every so often across those that passed him by.
Colette had promised him in her last letter that she would be here today. At high noon, she had said in fact. She had said, promised even, that things in Vel Anir were different now. That things were going well...good even, that he wouldn't face any sort of...problems. Yet despite that he couldn't help the nerves that flickered through him.
It was not only because he was an elf, that was...that was just a part of it.
For some reason he couldn't get it out of his head that someone knew what else he was.
Anirians were more discerning, direct. They knew to look at others with suspicion, even hatred. Perhaps something in that would clue them in to what else he was. Fingers tightened around one another, winding, pressing. Then a voice practically made him jump out of his skin.
"Looking for someone Dearie?"
Varo practically hopped out of his skin as the old woman spoke to him, hands coming up as though he were about to defend himself from some sort of assault. When nothing came his hands shot down to his lap. "Ah...no, Ma'am. Just...uhh. Waiting for someone."
The old woman smiled.
"Well alright then. If you want some place warmer to wait, I own the Grand Granny on the edge of town."
"Ha...thank you Ma'am but my friend is expecting me...here." He said, clearing this throat. "Thank you though."
Varo said, the old woman simply responding with a nod as she continued on her way.