[AU] Butterfly Cage

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*An entire minute passes before the spryte reacts to Connor's words.*

"Questions? I... I was supposed to make people go away," she whispers, and two tears trickle down her face. "I hurt."

 

[Keia]

"Questions? I... I was supposed to make people go away," she whispers, and two tears trickle down her face. "I hurt."

"I can help you with that . . . " Connor offered still keeping his eyes on the spryte, then added quietly, "Who said you were supposed to make people go away? And why would you want to make people go away?"

Connor prepared his incantation for healing, but didn't cast it yet. The sharp cut on his forehead was a reminder of the danger that the sprite presented, though he wanted to help her if he could (feeling guilty about what had happened - most likely).

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"Redskin man with the stick. I make them go away from here... he wants something in here and doesn't want the lizardman to find it," she whispers, still not blinking.

 

[Rybaer]

Grathis pauses when he hears Connor speaking with the spryte. He is somewhat surprised (and relieved) that she is alive after being tossed about.

He watches over Connor from a distance, not wanting to appear threatening.

 

[Keia]

"Redskin man with the stick. I make them go away from here... he wants something in here and doesn't want the lizardman to find it," she whispers, still not blinking.

"Are there others in here with you? Are there others with the redskin man with stick?" Connor asked, concerned. He was concerned for her, she was hurt and her eyes . . . something . . . her eyes weren't blinking. Connor tried to remember if there were any magical effects that would have that sort of reaction.

He wanted to tell the others, but he wanted to get as much information as he could. Connor didn't want to take his eyes off of her.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"'nother. Another redskin man, thinner, younger. All, that's all. Was supposed to guard. Failed. Useless, useless. Let me be. I'm no good to anyone," she says tonelessly, her eyes fixed at a point in space, wet with tears.

 

[Keia]

"'nother. Another redskin man, thinner, younger. All, that's all. Was supposed to guard. Failed. Useless, useless. Let me be. I'm no good to anyone," she says tonelessly, her eyes fixed at a point in space, wet with tears.

"There, there, you're not useless. Perhaps you weren't cut out for this sort of job, . . . your heart wasn't in it . . . hurting people and scaring them and the like," Connor said, subconsciously rubbing his bloodied forehead. "Why don't you head down to the town, I certain you'll be able to find something to do. If you're afraid, you can hide in town, and when we get back I'll see to assisting you in finding something better to do."

"I would appreciate it if you didn't speak to the redskins anymore, though. Go get some rest back in the town, " Connor asked. He finished the healing spell on her, then watched to she what she did.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Most of the wounds stop bleedly, and most are at least covered with scabs now. The spryte wearily gets to her feet, and blinks slowly at you. Starting to fly, she settles herself on top of Connor's backpack.*

"You were nice to me. I'll go with you," she says simply.

 

[Keia]

Connor sighed and the spryte jumped on his shoulder - he had hoped that the sprite would leave as he was still concerned about her being controlled. Connor was also concerned about her proximity to his forehead, though he suppressed the urge to jerk away as she landed.

He walked over to his companions and updated them on what he had learned, of the spryte's purpose and of the redskinned men.

Turning to the spryte, Connor asked, "So, it's customary to ask the name of the passenger for any rides over a few moments long. My name is Connor."

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"I am Lornae Brightsong," she says, and then gives a silvery laugh. "I sing, dance, and am a fine archer. I can also cook, clean, and play a mean game of dragonbones."