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<blockquote data-quote="Arcturion" data-source="post: 3743881" data-attributes="member: 54632"><p><strong>1.2 Hommes Optare</strong></p><p></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">Sitting up quickly, Eltera found her breath and her senses slowly returning to her. As she gradually realized her situation, she breathed a sigh of relief. She was safe, unharmed, and with her possessions. There was no doubt that Rentiki understood that she was not of Daoshan blood and Eltera could only shake her head. Lying to other about her heritage always left the ache in her stomach, but she had no choice in the matter. An open display of her heritage would have likely left blood split and not only her own. </span></p><p> <span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">Her head still ached slightly, though from what she could not say. The darkness of the greensight still haunted her mind and she did not wish to contemplate the truth of her vision from the Hrundic arrival.</span></p><p> <span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">Swinging her feet off the side of the bed, the Svari adjusted the bed sheets so that the linen fell over both her shoulders with the opening in the front. Looking down to close the linen over her shift, she reached to adjust the white rose that now hung from a necklace of ivy. Another gift from Tanius, it reminded her of the rose he had first given her during their stay in Thalanost. He had compared her to the rose in both beauty and rarity. She gently lifted the rose by the soft white petals, the pure white of the rose contrasting sharply with her ebony skin, and placed it over the fold of the sheets at her chest.</span></p><p> <span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">Eltera slipped to her feet and felt her balance on the gently swaying ship. The nimble aelf had little trouble keeping her feet, however the very motion of the ship was discomforting and slightly sickening. The sense of thirst and hunger may have contributed to the sense in her stomach. Her throat felt parched and tasted of sea salt. </span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">With another cursory glance around the room, the Svari moved to the table. Carefully, she poured a glass of the water. Hearing the liquid move from pitcher to cup made her even more thirsty and she did not hesitate a moment before finishing the glass. The taste of the fresh water helped her stomach and her head immensely. It felt refreshing to find comfort in something as simple as a glass of water. Solutions usually came much more difficult for Eltera, as trouble seemed to haunt her at every turn and each day she was constantly trying to hold onto her sanity.</span></p><p> <span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">And again, she had found herself in a time and place that tested her very mind as she stared into a dark abyss. The "witches" were something wholly different and utterly lacking in any sense of humanity. While not a pious being, there was nothing she saw in the creatures or their shields that made her feel any warmth or care like she did with Amurisil. Even the blade had seemed to shiver and scream in terror as the eyes had turned upon them.</span></p><p> <span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">Setting the glass down, Eltera let he hands wander over to the blade. Gently, even reverently, she pulled the holy blade a few inches from its leather sheath again and gave the weapon a careful check to ensure it was safe. She felt safe in the cabin and gave the gemmed hilt a caring rub. They had made it to yet another evening.</span></p><p> <span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">Slipping the blade back into its scabbard, Eltera turned back to the table and the basin of water. The Svari freed her right hand from the folds of her makeshift cloak as she leaned over the bowl. The brass was dull from years of use, but the water felt refreshing as she wiped it across her brow. A second handful of the cool water met her face before she rubbed her hands through her hair. The green vines intermingled through her fingers with her white skin and it took a conscious thought from Eltera to remind herself what she was feeling. Tanius had taken her into the woods and asked her to swallow two nuts. She thought it some queer druidic mocking at first, expecting to see several birds and squirrels turn into druids with raucous laughter. Instead, several days later, she had found vines mingling with her hair and a flower hanging from her neck.</span></p><p> <span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">The gift had been a blessing from himself and the Circle. By having it close, she likewise had a part of Tanius close by as well. </span></p><p> <span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">Falling from her reverie, she found her right hand again lightly gripping the flower over her chest. Letting the thoughts drift away with a sigh, Eltera moved over towards the wide glass window. The panes of glass were set like diamonds in the metalwork and the edges of the window were decorated in a metallic display of sea creatures of various sorts. The artwork was highlighted with paint and some colored glasswork. Standing before the window, the Svari pulled the sheets tightly over her shoulder again as she looked out to the drifting sea. After a moment, her eyes lifted skyward, trying to gauge the moon for the time of night and how long it might have been since the vision.</span></p><p> <span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">She stood by the window for some time longer, contemplating her next actions. It seemed likely that Rentiki had no interest in keeping her a prisoner or prohibiting her movement in any way. He would have taken whatever advantage he might wish while she had been unconscious. She had truly been lucky by being in his company. Fate, sometimes, had a curious way of finding her.</span></p><p> <span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">That left the witches. Rentiki had referred to them at the Nornir. She did not know where they had come from, but felt certain that their means of achieving their goal was far from kindly. Their very beings were pure blackness that ate at the light and their shields seemed alive in horrific and painful displays of revulsion and pain. While Eltera held no hatred for Ivar, she knew there was no love lost in the man for her. Nonetheless, someone had to know the truth, even if he would not accept it or even hear it from her.</span></p><p> <span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">That meant she only had one realistic option.</span></p><p> <span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">The boat continued to lull and rock gently and Eltera was not certain if those were footsteps she heard approaching the door or not.</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Arcturion, post: 3743881, member: 54632"] [b]1.2 Hommes Optare[/b] [COLOR=LemonChiffon]Sitting up quickly, Eltera found her breath and her senses slowly returning to her. As she gradually realized her situation, she breathed a sigh of relief. She was safe, unharmed, and with her possessions. There was no doubt that Rentiki understood that she was not of Daoshan blood and Eltera could only shake her head. Lying to other about her heritage always left the ache in her stomach, but she had no choice in the matter. An open display of her heritage would have likely left blood split and not only her own. Her head still ached slightly, though from what she could not say. The darkness of the greensight still haunted her mind and she did not wish to contemplate the truth of her vision from the Hrundic arrival. Swinging her feet off the side of the bed, the Svari adjusted the bed sheets so that the linen fell over both her shoulders with the opening in the front. Looking down to close the linen over her shift, she reached to adjust the white rose that now hung from a necklace of ivy. Another gift from Tanius, it reminded her of the rose he had first given her during their stay in Thalanost. He had compared her to the rose in both beauty and rarity. She gently lifted the rose by the soft white petals, the pure white of the rose contrasting sharply with her ebony skin, and placed it over the fold of the sheets at her chest. Eltera slipped to her feet and felt her balance on the gently swaying ship. The nimble aelf had little trouble keeping her feet, however the very motion of the ship was discomforting and slightly sickening. The sense of thirst and hunger may have contributed to the sense in her stomach. Her throat felt parched and tasted of sea salt. With another cursory glance around the room, the Svari moved to the table. Carefully, she poured a glass of the water. Hearing the liquid move from pitcher to cup made her even more thirsty and she did not hesitate a moment before finishing the glass. The taste of the fresh water helped her stomach and her head immensely. It felt refreshing to find comfort in something as simple as a glass of water. Solutions usually came much more difficult for Eltera, as trouble seemed to haunt her at every turn and each day she was constantly trying to hold onto her sanity. And again, she had found herself in a time and place that tested her very mind as she stared into a dark abyss. The "witches" were something wholly different and utterly lacking in any sense of humanity. While not a pious being, there was nothing she saw in the creatures or their shields that made her feel any warmth or care like she did with Amurisil. Even the blade had seemed to shiver and scream in terror as the eyes had turned upon them. Setting the glass down, Eltera let he hands wander over to the blade. Gently, even reverently, she pulled the holy blade a few inches from its leather sheath again and gave the weapon a careful check to ensure it was safe. She felt safe in the cabin and gave the gemmed hilt a caring rub. They had made it to yet another evening. Slipping the blade back into its scabbard, Eltera turned back to the table and the basin of water. The Svari freed her right hand from the folds of her makeshift cloak as she leaned over the bowl. The brass was dull from years of use, but the water felt refreshing as she wiped it across her brow. A second handful of the cool water met her face before she rubbed her hands through her hair. The green vines intermingled through her fingers with her white skin and it took a conscious thought from Eltera to remind herself what she was feeling. Tanius had taken her into the woods and asked her to swallow two nuts. She thought it some queer druidic mocking at first, expecting to see several birds and squirrels turn into druids with raucous laughter. Instead, several days later, she had found vines mingling with her hair and a flower hanging from her neck. The gift had been a blessing from himself and the Circle. By having it close, she likewise had a part of Tanius close by as well. Falling from her reverie, she found her right hand again lightly gripping the flower over her chest. Letting the thoughts drift away with a sigh, Eltera moved over towards the wide glass window. The panes of glass were set like diamonds in the metalwork and the edges of the window were decorated in a metallic display of sea creatures of various sorts. The artwork was highlighted with paint and some colored glasswork. Standing before the window, the Svari pulled the sheets tightly over her shoulder again as she looked out to the drifting sea. After a moment, her eyes lifted skyward, trying to gauge the moon for the time of night and how long it might have been since the vision. She stood by the window for some time longer, contemplating her next actions. It seemed likely that Rentiki had no interest in keeping her a prisoner or prohibiting her movement in any way. He would have taken whatever advantage he might wish while she had been unconscious. She had truly been lucky by being in his company. Fate, sometimes, had a curious way of finding her. That left the witches. Rentiki had referred to them at the Nornir. She did not know where they had come from, but felt certain that their means of achieving their goal was far from kindly. Their very beings were pure blackness that ate at the light and their shields seemed alive in horrific and painful displays of revulsion and pain. While Eltera held no hatred for Ivar, she knew there was no love lost in the man for her. Nonetheless, someone had to know the truth, even if he would not accept it or even hear it from her. That meant she only had one realistic option. The boat continued to lull and rock gently and Eltera was not certain if those were footsteps she heard approaching the door or not.[/COLOR] [/QUOTE]
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