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Old July 9, 2018, 09:32 PM   #1 (permalink)
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[PA] Shot through the heart and you’re to blame (Travaran)

TS: Late Summer, Era XXV

The suns light streamed through the treetops, dancing across the different greens of the leaves of the different plant life in the forest outside of Port Alyxandrya. Up in a tree, on a strong limb hidden behind a leafy bough crouched a petite elfess in a white shirt, leather vest, and green trousers and leather boots, her emerald eyes scanning the forest floor. She had her bow in her hand, an arrow nocked but pointed at the ground, waiting for today’s kill.

The wind rustled through the leaves and caressed the face of the pretty young Sylrosian elf, her cornsilk blonde hair blowing gently out behind her. She was otherwise motionless as she waited for whatever beast would become the darkening’s Pracenda.

It had taken a bit for Niven to return to the forest outside of the Port City. What had taken place here almost an era ago was still fresh in her mind. It would be a long time, if ever, before she managed to forget the events of that darkening. Even that simple thought conjured memories of her and Calanon in the moonslight. She shook her head as if to clear her head of the mental pictures. It helped to know that the feelings part of it wasn't real, even though she had the results of those events waiting for her at home.

The druidess took a deep breath as she thought about the sweet faces of her children. They would likely keep her from forgetting ever, a constant reminder of the tryst she and Calanon shared. But things were better now, between them. They had seemed to find some semblance of normal. It was less awkward now than it had been. A friendship had started to bloom between the two of them as they worked to co-parent their children.

Ah, the children. She loved them with all her heart, but she appreciated her time away from them too. Simple activities like bow hunting for supper made her feel like she used to before her every waking moment was spend in the service to two tiny dictators. Thank the gods they had started to smile now and respond to her voice and face. There was reward now as every brightening they became more aware of the world around them.

The sound of a rustling in the foliage reached her elegantly pointed ears and Niven’s head turned toward the sound. She didn’t see anything, but that didn’t mean that there was nothing there.

Unloading her arrow, the elfess stuck it sideways into her mouth before she braced her hands, the one with the bow rather awkwardly, on either side of the limb silently crawled forward. Her boots made no sound on the tree branch as she inched forward trying to get a better look at what was down below. Was it a dear? A bear? A wild boar?

Tucking her legs under her again, Niven perched on the branch and brought her bow up, once again nocking the arrow. There she held, her forefinger and middle finger holding the arrow, ready to draw.
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Old July 11, 2018, 10:19 AM   #2 (permalink)
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Travaran arrived in Port Alyxandrya only a few days prior. His time up until this point was spent unpacking, showing up for his work, and learning the duties of an apprentice jewelcrafter. He was drawn to it, relished each piece, and found himself sinking into creating making the hours pass pleasingly.


Sure he was old enough that he should have already been...something. However, he'd spent several years of his life defining himself. An elf had the luxury of time so it was not unheard of to wait until a craft or profession spoke to your soul.

Making his way to the forest outside the Port this morning had been a decision made of necessity. He needed to gather foodstuff. He was going to use the opportunity to scout out the hills for possible mineral holds as well.


The bounty of berries was unbelievable in the foliage so he was busily picking enough to have a decent cobbler at home that evening. It was taking longer than usual because every two or three berries he was popping one in his mouth to enjoy the explosion of sweet flavor on his tongue. This was all done with smooth precision, each move graceful and fluid.


That did not stop the sound of rustling from reaching the ever keen ears of one such as the Sylrosian elf, however, for like Travaran, they were innately able to pick up even the most subtle of noises.

Unaware he was being tracked as the next meal, he paused and looked out across the area. The breeze was gentle, refreshing, the sun highlighting colors and deepening shadows. It was one of those deep summer days that lulled one's mind into a haze.

He spotted what he thought might be a bulge in the hillside across the distance. He abandoned his berry picking, licked on of his fingers of berry juice, and stepped from the foliage in that direction.

His gait, smooth, even, almost floating, the long orange red hair lit up by the sun's rays as he emerged from his cover. The hue of lavender skin more pronounced in this light, and those yellow green eyes fixed on a point some feet away.

Oblivious? Somewhat.
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As the rustling got closer, Niven’s heart began to beat faster. Whatever it was that was coming was large. A smile formed on her lips. Whatever it was should feed them for quite some time. Adrenaline began to flood her veins as she prepared to make her kill. Her left arm straightened and her right three middle fingers drew the bowstring, then locked her right thumb under the bone at the junction of her jaw and earlobe.

It was another moment before the sunbeams through the trees caught the red hair and lit up the owner like a candle in the darkness. The elfess froze realizing it was no beast she was about to shoot but another person. An elf, by the looks of him. Niven's dark eyebrows raised. She hadn't ever seen an elf with that colour of hair before.

Slowly and with great control, Niven released the bowstring, her index finger of her left hand curled over the arrow while the rest of her hand gripped the grip of her bow, ensuring that if the arrow did accidentally fire, it would not fly true. And would likely hurt like Aeternia. But it was better that than impaling an innocent person, their only indiscretion being walking into her path.

Once the arrow was no longer a threat, Niven removed it from her bowstring and reached over her head to tuck it into her quiver behind her. Her heart rate slowed as she calmed herself.

With the expertise of a true Sylrosian wood elf, Niven slung her bow over her shoulder in one fluid movement before lowering herself to sitting on the branch and dropping out of the sky, landing crouched next to the ginger elf.

“You’re lucky you have hair the colour of fire, heruamin, or you might have become a casualty of my bow,” Niven said, matter of factly rising to her full height of 5’5”, realizing that still made her a good foot shorter than the elf she had almost shot. But she was used to being dwarfed by people and so stood tall and firm in her place.

“It would be wise to take care in the forest. I am by no means the only hunter in these parts. And my father was lost in a hunting accident, dying far too young for an elf. I have no wish for the same to become of you, at my hand or anyone elses."
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He heard her mere moments before she landed so gracefully in his path. One side of Tavaran's mouth uptilted into a half smile. It was not every day, after all, that such a thing happened.

He was indeed a foot taller, lean, almost willowy, the robes he wore today were simple, worn in places, beneath he wore simple britches and soft leather boots that made for silent walking. Unless, of course, you were being tracked by a very determined blonde elfess such as the one standing in front of him now, looking for the world like they were eye to eye.

He saw in her in those brief seconds before he spoke a solid strength, passion, and a determination that he could not help but admire. It made the smile extend ever so slightly. She was beautiful as well, obviously.

"Vedui" he said with a hint of amusement laced around the greeting.

"Then I shall be ever grateful for the color of my hair for perhaps the first time in my life."

His smile faded when she spoke of her father. He gave a slight incline of his head in acknowledgement.

"That is quite the loss..." he glanced around the forest, "it seems the price of the forest is too high at times." He could almost smell the coppery scent of the blood that ran from his mother's wrists.

"It was in the forest that my mother was taken.." he did not elaborate fearing it would be too much to share with another so recently met, his eyes dancing over the perimeter of the tree from which she had dropped into his sight.

He turned back to her, head bent to meet her gaze, his hair swept to one side, the breeze that gently teased causing its length to wave playfully.

"Thank you for the warning..." he smiled again, feeling somewhat more comfortable with the female. Loss tended to create a bond between beings. Normally, Travaran was more distant, but this huntress seemed to be the kind that would never let a thing like aloofness sway her either way.

He bowed at the waist. "I am Travaran, of ...well, of Port Alyxandrya as of a few days ago. And you are? "
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A hint of a smile played on the elfess’ lips as he expressed his feelings about his hair colour. It was a most unusual colour for an elf, but Niven truly thought it was quite lovely. It only served to highlight the yellowy green shade of his irises another wonder to the Sylrosian. Add those things to the slight purple tinge he had to his skin and it became quite clear the elf before her was Trelorian.

Niven raised her eyebrows as he revealed that he, too, lost a parent in the forest. "Amin hiraetha heruamin,” I am sorry my lord She replied quietly. “It is a terrible thing to lose a parent.” Niven had never known her father and so missed out completely. It was too new of an acquaintance for her to pry into the private life of the Trelorian.

The breeze wafted through the trees again, playfully tousling both her own long cornsilk blonde hair that had been only partially braided back and her companion’s long auburn locks. It felt nice in contrast to the heat of the brightening, even below the canopy of trees overhead.

He smiled at her and thanked her and Niven couldn’t help but return the smile. “As I said, I have no wish to find you injured within the confines of these woods,” she said, her tone warmer. There was something….disarming about the elf. Niven couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but she was keenly aware of it.

She returned his bow with a curtsy, sliding her left foot behind her right and making a slight dip as she bent at the knee.

“I am Niven,” she replied, “of Sylrosia. Or what is left of it." A melancholy look graced her delicate features for a moment before they returned to normal.

"I, too, reside currently in Port Alyxandrya. Welcome to the City of Queens heruamin. What fortune brings you here?" she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.
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Old July 15, 2018, 11:41 AM   #6 (permalink)
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He inclined his head in agreement with her statement on losing a parent. It was indeed a terrible thing. Though their conversation touched upon things that were far from pleasant, there was something very refreshing about this elfess, or was that the breeze making this meeting more pleasant? The thought was one to ponder at a later time. It was enough for now that the pale hair being caressed by the breeze caught his full attention momentarily.

"I would wager if you did...find me injured, I would be in good hands." He drew his gaze from the cornsilk blonde hair back to her face. To Travaran, she seemed used to taking care of others, had a sense of the caretaker about her that was blended with an air of strength.

He watched her with the return of that faint half smile as she introduced herself and curtseyed. The trace of sadness on her features did not escape his notice though he made no mention of the cause. He could infer the cause from her information.

"Well met, Niven." He bowed at the waist and put a hand to his abdomen as he did so, giving her due respect. They were quite courtly, it would seem.

"Truth be told, I needed to make a fresh start. After a long life spent focusing on various tasks and interests, then suffering the tragedy of my mother, it was time for me to leave my home, and learn a new craft, in a new place. I am an apprentice of jewelcrafting. The City of Queens has been magnificent thus far. I have enjoyed it immensely."


He paused, studying her feature and committing them to memory to recall later.

"And you, Niven? What is it you do in Port Alyxandrya? I can already see you are an adept huntress."
His hand lifted gracefully to indicate her bow and arrows.
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Momentarily the elfess’ brows drew together at his response. He was correct, Niven would have done whatever was within her power to heal the elf, but she wondered how it could be that he might know that? She was not a healer, at least not yet, and as far as she knew there was nothing about her that might suggest that it was even an interest of hers. His tone was soft though, and his words gracious. What was it about him that was so different from anyone she’d met? He certainly held her interest, especially as he seemed to know her in a way that would be unnerving with anyone else.

“Jewelcrafting,” the druidess repeated in her lilted voice, her eyebrows raising. “Most of the finest jewellery I have seen has come from Elvish jewel crafters. I can imagine your master is thrilled to have one who is so well suited to the trade under his tutelage.”

The elfess let out a silvery laugh. “I have been a huntress for many eras. My cousins taught me from a young age how to fend for myself. If you do not evolve your skills to become an adept hunter, you starve,” she said with a wry smile as she raised her weapon slightly to support her statement.

“I, too, have come to Port Alyxandrya to make a new start of sorts,” she continued. "In the past era, my life has taken many twists and turns, the most prominent of them leading me here.”

That was the most tactful way of summing up the topsy-turvy turn her life had taken. After finding herself oversharing the private aspects of her life to complete strangers, Niven had taken to becoming more tight-lipped about her circumstances until she knew someone better.

“I came here to friends who have taken me in. It is for our Pracenda this darkening, I hunt.”
Her gaze left Travaran’s face and trailed down to his berry juice stained fingers.

“It would seem you are out here for a similar reason? Or have you simply found a snack in your wanderings?” she asked, amusement playing on her lips.

“I trust you have taken care to ensure that the berries you consume are not detrimental to your health.” There were many different berry-bearing bushes in the forest and not all of them were safe for consumption. Niven hoped that her limited healing skills would not be needed this brightening. There was very little she could do for poison.
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He did not know that she was a healer, he only knew that anyone warning someone to take care, obviously cared enough to help them if something happened.

"He did seem to be happy to have me, now it is my duty to ensure his glee is not misplaced." He fully grinned, the yellow green eyes seeming to twinkle with the expression. He was happy to be where he was, doing what he was doing, and that was saying something for Travaran.

"Happiness has been an elusive state of being for me. The twists and turns of which you speak, for me, have at least imbued me with strengths of character I may not have had otherwise."

He listened to what details she was willing to share, the grin returning to the vague look of a smile.

"And once again you show your concern.." he lifted his hand, rubbed the fingertips against his thumb as if in some weak attempt to scrub off the berry stains. The chuckle came as his hand dropped.

"They are not poison" he said with quiet confidence, but his eyes returned to hers, studying them closely for a few seconds before turning toward the cluster of foliage from which he emerged earlier.

"Ah, yes, I was foraging for food but this outing served a dual purpose, to see the lay of the land and what natural treasures it may hold....and since the berries were there, I know a recipe for a cobbler that slakes the appetite......" his voice drifted off.

He offered her his arm, inclining his head politely, "Shall we walk a piece? I know you have to find food, so I will not keep you overlong.." he was looking for a reason to speak to her...not to pry.....it had been so long since he spoke to anyone for any length and he was finding it awakening something inside.

Their superficial chat revealed there was more to Niven than a simple elfess out for food. He wondered what it would take to discover those secrets.

"The shadows are lengthening, perhaps you can use them to your advantage in the hunt?" His arm still extended, hoping she would at least prolong their conversation a few moments more. It was not his strong suit, but he was finding it was a current desire.
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