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The forest darkened with the onset of night, bathing Alistair's parchment in a shadow. He sat by a fire at the foot of a tree with his knees bent, quill in hand and a sheet of parchment on his thighs.
Craning his neck to the side, he considered the runes he had written and their properties, running his tongue along the edge of his teeth as he thought. He had been away from the college for a week now and had made no progress in the breaking the curse. Frustrated, Alistair scrunched up the parchment on his lap and threw it in the fire, folding his arms with a huff. His stomach rumbled and he started to think about what he should eat for dinner. Pulling himself to his feet, he stretched the cramps out of his back and reached around to straighten his long tunic.
He stepped forward, when he heard a slight whimpering.
Jerking around, he held a hand against his ear and listened. Eyes twitching, he walked around the fire and swerved through the trees, on the look out for some mushrooms. There were plenty growing around the roots, but he would need to look at them closer to discern whether or not they were safe for eating. Short strands of chestnut hair fell around his forehead and framed his soft eyes of the same colour. Peering around the trees, he knelt down at one and gently bent a mushroom over to look at the underneath. It was bright orange. Nope, that caused chills that could last for days. Alistair raised his head when the whimpering returned.
"Hello, is anybody out there?" He called.
Upon turning around, he saw a little orc girl standing between two trees. She was crying, lost by the looks of it, although he would have to talk to her to find more. Gripping the edges of his hood, he swept it down, brushing up strands of messy hair. Eyes wide and the ends of his mouth turned down, his expression appeared fixed and cold. His features slowly creased as he approached the little girl, before he bent down in front of her.
"What's wrong? Are you lost?" Alistair asked, his voice soft, yet lacking in nuance. He realized he had spoken too quietly and coughed, clearing his throat, "where are your parents?" He asked.
A pause followed.
Reaching out, Alistair offered the little orc his hand, "I'm just about to cook myself some dinner, want to come and help me pick some mushrooms?" He asked, managing a reserved smile.
"But don't eat them before I say you can, some of them are poisonous," he warned, a finger placed against the air, "my name is Alistair Wren, by the way, I'm a mage, but not the bad kind of mage, I'm a good mage," he smiled.
A hand held over his heart, Alistair left his other hand in the air for the girl to take if she wanted to, his head tilted towards a bunch of mushrooms as the foot of a tree. He turned around and scanned them, eyes narrowing as he looked for any spots or bright colours. When he turned around, he saw that the girl was still sniffing slightly, so he flung a hand in the air and smiled widely, hos browning, crooked teeth visible.
"Don't be sad! Look what I can do!" He chimed and keeled over, onto the ground, then rolled over the top of himself and sprung up, onto his feet, a big smile on his face.
Ghoncheh
Craning his neck to the side, he considered the runes he had written and their properties, running his tongue along the edge of his teeth as he thought. He had been away from the college for a week now and had made no progress in the breaking the curse. Frustrated, Alistair scrunched up the parchment on his lap and threw it in the fire, folding his arms with a huff. His stomach rumbled and he started to think about what he should eat for dinner. Pulling himself to his feet, he stretched the cramps out of his back and reached around to straighten his long tunic.
He stepped forward, when he heard a slight whimpering.
Jerking around, he held a hand against his ear and listened. Eyes twitching, he walked around the fire and swerved through the trees, on the look out for some mushrooms. There were plenty growing around the roots, but he would need to look at them closer to discern whether or not they were safe for eating. Short strands of chestnut hair fell around his forehead and framed his soft eyes of the same colour. Peering around the trees, he knelt down at one and gently bent a mushroom over to look at the underneath. It was bright orange. Nope, that caused chills that could last for days. Alistair raised his head when the whimpering returned.
"Hello, is anybody out there?" He called.
Upon turning around, he saw a little orc girl standing between two trees. She was crying, lost by the looks of it, although he would have to talk to her to find more. Gripping the edges of his hood, he swept it down, brushing up strands of messy hair. Eyes wide and the ends of his mouth turned down, his expression appeared fixed and cold. His features slowly creased as he approached the little girl, before he bent down in front of her.
"What's wrong? Are you lost?" Alistair asked, his voice soft, yet lacking in nuance. He realized he had spoken too quietly and coughed, clearing his throat, "where are your parents?" He asked.
A pause followed.
Reaching out, Alistair offered the little orc his hand, "I'm just about to cook myself some dinner, want to come and help me pick some mushrooms?" He asked, managing a reserved smile.
"But don't eat them before I say you can, some of them are poisonous," he warned, a finger placed against the air, "my name is Alistair Wren, by the way, I'm a mage, but not the bad kind of mage, I'm a good mage," he smiled.
A hand held over his heart, Alistair left his other hand in the air for the girl to take if she wanted to, his head tilted towards a bunch of mushrooms as the foot of a tree. He turned around and scanned them, eyes narrowing as he looked for any spots or bright colours. When he turned around, he saw that the girl was still sniffing slightly, so he flung a hand in the air and smiled widely, hos browning, crooked teeth visible.
"Don't be sad! Look what I can do!" He chimed and keeled over, onto the ground, then rolled over the top of himself and sprung up, onto his feet, a big smile on his face.
Ghoncheh