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<blockquote data-quote="Arcturion" data-source="post: 3743890" data-attributes="member: 54632"><p><strong>1.2 Hommes Optare</strong></p><p></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">As Rentiki's hand tightened, Eltera darted to the side like a snake. Her movements may have well been too late, but still they served no purpose. Where there should have been the pungent smell and stinging bite of metal upon her flesh, there was silence and surprise. The Svari's face was written in a language of confusion and bewilderment. She had lost all concern for being clad in naught but a scant shift standing atop a table before a man she barely knew. </span></p><p> <span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">Even after his explanation and she found herself holding his pistol in her left hand, the Svari was still largely at a loss of words. She had hardly expected such a reaction. Part of Eltera was happy that her initial judgment of Rentiki appeared to still be deserved and part of her still wanted to finish the fight of his dramatic display. She still found the words caught in her mouth as he prompted her from the table. Unable to speak, she set the large and unwieldy pistol upon the wood before lithely hopping from the table.</span></p><p> <span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">Taking Amurisil's leather sheath in hand, she regarded the blade for a moment and noticed its ethereal splendor. It was no longer a blade, as white and near transparent as it usually appeared. Now it was wispy with dream-stuff and looked like it might be lost and forgotten if she blinked. Eltera had not even realized that the blade had shifted state. With a mental thought, Amurisil shifted back to its familiar form before she slid the weapon away. </span></p><p> <span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">Again placing the sacred blade upon the table, the Svari reached down and pulled the white linen back around herself. Adjusting the thin sheet tightly over her shoulders again, she finally managed to find some words. Her voice was as pale as the moonlight outside, seemingly lost in what was a suddenly quiet room, "You will not be the first person I have fought, or nearly fought, and later befriended, so it ought not to be such a surprise. I suppose I had tested you when I awoke here in safety and with my blade and other possessions. Pardon me if I am still shocked, but I truly believed we were to exchange more than merely words."</span></p><p> <span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">As the snake reformed at Rentiki's commands, she regarded it more calmly then before but made certain to watch all of its movements. The snake was large – far larger than any she had ever seen in the wild. Even without scales or flesh, it possessed a menacing size. It would certainly take her some time to feel more comfortable around the seemingly ill-tempered snake.</span></p><p> <span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">The captain continued to speak and Eltera found her breath again. She was surprised to realize that the lack of gunshot had still managed to take her breath away. His words were still calming and as she again realized she was safe here. Any ill intentions would have happened to her while she lay in the bed, if not before then. Indeed, those very notions had given her an impression of sanctuary within the Argus.</span></p><p> <span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">But his words of the "eyes" she had muttered again caught her off guard. There was no doubting why those words had crossed her unconscious lips. Those memories still brought an uncomfortable chill down her back as the word 'backlash' again haunted her thoughts. They would prove, she was certain, to be more nightmares to haunt her dreams.</span></p><p> <span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">Rentiki did not allow her thoughts to linger too long. A hushed grinding behind her swung her attention towards the bookcase that had moved and presented an abundance of stylish dresses and clothes to the Svari. Again, she kicked herself for not seeing the secret compartment before, but she was not a god and was prone to miss some things.</span></p><p> <span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">Eltera managed a smile. "Somehow, I am not surprised that I am not the first woman to grace your cabin. Did you greet all of them as you did me or did you put a little special thought into my warm welcome?" Eltera meant no offense or harshness in her words, instead finding light laughter crossing her tone. </span></p><p> <span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">"I think I would like dinner, please. And, if I might, a few words with Terwase, that is how you say it, correct? I might like to thank the man who saved my life."</span></p><p> <span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">And ask him some questions as well.</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Arcturion, post: 3743890, member: 54632"] [b]1.2 Hommes Optare[/b] [COLOR=LemonChiffon]As Rentiki's hand tightened, Eltera darted to the side like a snake. Her movements may have well been too late, but still they served no purpose. Where there should have been the pungent smell and stinging bite of metal upon her flesh, there was silence and surprise. The Svari's face was written in a language of confusion and bewilderment. She had lost all concern for being clad in naught but a scant shift standing atop a table before a man she barely knew. Even after his explanation and she found herself holding his pistol in her left hand, the Svari was still largely at a loss of words. She had hardly expected such a reaction. Part of Eltera was happy that her initial judgment of Rentiki appeared to still be deserved and part of her still wanted to finish the fight of his dramatic display. She still found the words caught in her mouth as he prompted her from the table. Unable to speak, she set the large and unwieldy pistol upon the wood before lithely hopping from the table. Taking Amurisil's leather sheath in hand, she regarded the blade for a moment and noticed its ethereal splendor. It was no longer a blade, as white and near transparent as it usually appeared. Now it was wispy with dream-stuff and looked like it might be lost and forgotten if she blinked. Eltera had not even realized that the blade had shifted state. With a mental thought, Amurisil shifted back to its familiar form before she slid the weapon away. Again placing the sacred blade upon the table, the Svari reached down and pulled the white linen back around herself. Adjusting the thin sheet tightly over her shoulders again, she finally managed to find some words. Her voice was as pale as the moonlight outside, seemingly lost in what was a suddenly quiet room, "You will not be the first person I have fought, or nearly fought, and later befriended, so it ought not to be such a surprise. I suppose I had tested you when I awoke here in safety and with my blade and other possessions. Pardon me if I am still shocked, but I truly believed we were to exchange more than merely words." As the snake reformed at Rentiki's commands, she regarded it more calmly then before but made certain to watch all of its movements. The snake was large – far larger than any she had ever seen in the wild. Even without scales or flesh, it possessed a menacing size. It would certainly take her some time to feel more comfortable around the seemingly ill-tempered snake. The captain continued to speak and Eltera found her breath again. She was surprised to realize that the lack of gunshot had still managed to take her breath away. His words were still calming and as she again realized she was safe here. Any ill intentions would have happened to her while she lay in the bed, if not before then. Indeed, those very notions had given her an impression of sanctuary within the Argus. But his words of the "eyes" she had muttered again caught her off guard. There was no doubting why those words had crossed her unconscious lips. Those memories still brought an uncomfortable chill down her back as the word 'backlash' again haunted her thoughts. They would prove, she was certain, to be more nightmares to haunt her dreams. Rentiki did not allow her thoughts to linger too long. A hushed grinding behind her swung her attention towards the bookcase that had moved and presented an abundance of stylish dresses and clothes to the Svari. Again, she kicked herself for not seeing the secret compartment before, but she was not a god and was prone to miss some things. Eltera managed a smile. "Somehow, I am not surprised that I am not the first woman to grace your cabin. Did you greet all of them as you did me or did you put a little special thought into my warm welcome?" Eltera meant no offense or harshness in her words, instead finding light laughter crossing her tone. "I think I would like dinner, please. And, if I might, a few words with Terwase, that is how you say it, correct? I might like to thank the man who saved my life." And ask him some questions as well.[/COLOR] [/QUOTE]
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