Private Tales One of a Kind

[Fynaurie]

Fynaurie huffed. She might have been grateful for help has the haughty elf not been quite so impatient. She was quite effortlessly beautiful though, and Fynaurie had been alone for days, so she let the transgression slide.

"Here," she said, tapping the map hard. A double circle around a collection of hills. "There is a hill there with three sharp rocks jutting upwards you can see for miles. They'll be waiting there for the recruits."

"There's three of us see, third Flight from our Squadron. That means...going past this other town. Will that be full of elf hunters too?" She asked.

 

[Sylvian]

"I don't know," said the elf and scanned the map. "But I'm not trying to find out. Lets go." The Avariel thought avoiding any more human towns, at least for the time being, was the smart choice. She wasn't going to test her luck and she's had enough of those ill-mooded mortals and their sadistic desires for now.

Sylvian was lucky to have met Fynaurie at a time like this; the bond between her kind and the sky elves wasn't the most solid, but apparently she respected it enough to come and risk her life to help her. She was still shaken up, but barely showed any sign of it.

Taking a few deep breaths, the winged elf swallowed all the thoughts whirling around in her mind and the pain that lingered in her now invisible wings and distracted herself by focusing on her company. "Is this something that happens to you often?" She gestured around, referring to her unique situation of being on land on foot, without her companion.

 

[Fynaurie]

"It fuckin isn't, no," replied Fynaurie. She looked as graceful as any elf with slender features and moon white hair. It must have seemed to the avariel that she had the temperament and vocabulary of a common orc.

"They say that sometime we might have to get by without our rohk," she explained. "And so they think it's good preparation to learn to survive like...I dunno...like we fell out of the sky and survived?"

Fynaurie shook her head. Before this all it had sounded like high adventure. Sleeping rough and running hungry had drained the last of that enthusiasm away.

"But it wouldn't be cheating if you paid for a hot meal if we saw somewhere selling food on the way..." she said.

They had very explicitly said that using coin or valuables to buy help along the way was cheating. She had sort of earned it by saving the winged elf as far as she was concerned.