Post by *Nightwhisper on Sept 7, 2019 8:56:07 GMT -5
While it had been bandaged, that had been several hours ago. As Edlyn unwrapped the cloth, she exposed the layers that were stained with blood. The bleeding had stopped, for the most part, even after traveling as they had. But the wounds were deep. So far, however, nothing appeared to be wrong with the wound. It was still too early to tell. Danir took small intakes of breath every now and then as she worked. Light as her hand was, the wounds were still sensitive. The pain wasn't bad. It just stung more than anything. Other than that, there was no movement on the elf's part. Vaguely he thought about how she would reach the ones on the back of his shoulder, but that could be a worry for a different day. The young elf had moved enough for one day, and he wasn't planning on doing any more of it.
"Thank you," He muttered, tiredly, as she finished her work. This time, he forced his eyes open so he could look at the woman as he spoke. However, she had already moved out of sight. Waiting, she returned soon enough with a glass of water. He reached out for it, tried to keep it as steady as possible, and took a few quick swallows of the drink. Nothing had felt more refreshing in his whole life. Thirst quenched for the moment, he settled the glass back onto the table.
(Should we do another timeskip after this? Unless you want to do anything else of course.)
As she returned back to the room, Danir thanked her. "Of course," the woman replied as she began to mess with the fire some. Once she was done, she glanced around the room for a moment. She quickly grabbed a wooden, wheeled platform and brought it towards the fire. She then scurried towards the front door to look for some gloves. After a moment of searching, she grabbed one of her pairs of thick, leather gloves and put them on. She carefully lugged the pot off the hook and onto the wooden rolling stool. She quickly brought it into the bathroom and placed it near the tub. After a quick break, she lugged the kettle over the tub and poured the hot water in. After she placed it back down and carted it to the side, she lifted the spigot handle and began to fill the rest of the bath. As it filled she left to collect fresh clothing from her bedroom and a towel.
"Hollar if you need anything," she said before closing the door behind her. She put down the handle of the spigot then quickly removed her clothing before getting into the tub. She let herself relax as she silently sank into the water. Her side stung slightly and her back throbbed. Despite the discomfort, she knew she would feel better after the bath. After a few minutes, she dunked her head in the water and began to wash it. She worked quickly then closed her eyes and settled back when she was done.
She didn't know how long she was soaking in the tub. It was long enough for the water to become noticeably cooler and her fingers to become pruney. The blacksmith drained the tub and got out. She quickly dried herself off and began to get changed into her sleepwear. Edlyn was tired and sore, she couldn't wait to get sleep. She grabbed her clothes scattered on the floor and left the bathroom. She tossed them on the floor of her room before heading back to the fire. She put the the metal screen to keep the flames in the fireplace before turning to Danir. "I'm going to sleep. If you need anything, you know where to find me." She waited for a moment to see if the elf would say anything before she turned in for the night.
Post by *Nightwhisper on Sept 7, 2019 14:45:45 GMT -5
(I think a time skip will be good because there won't be much I can write when he's asleep. XD)
Danir listened to her movements as she worked to remove the pot from the fire. He was curious as to what she was doing, but he didn't ask. Whatever it was, it wasn't his business. He had already invaded her home, there was no need to question everything she was doing. At her mention of hollering if he needed anything, he can a small nod, even if she probably couldn't see him. "Okay," he said in response. And then he was alone.
Left to his own devices, the young elf let his eyes fall close for the final time for the evening. There was no point in trying to stay awake at this point. Without knowing what Edlyn was doing or when she might back, trying to keep himself awake would only make him feel worse. Besides, the sound of the fire crackling and smell of smoke and lavender lulled him into the realm of sleep. It didn't take long before the elf was fast asleep, breath deep and even and head still turned towards the fire. He didn't stir even when Edlyn returned to tell him she was heading to bed herself.
When Danir didn't speak up, it became clear he was alseep. The blacksmith turned and headed to her room. She quietly hopped into bed and let sleep take her for the night.
Light filtered through the thin curtians. Edlyn began to stir, slowly awakening with a yawn. As the blacksmith blinked and rubbed her eyes, everything from the previous day felt like a dream. As she shifted around, the soreness came back to her as did the memories. She had an elf in her house. Quietly she got out of bed and tiptoes towards the door. She silently left her room. The fire had died during the night. All that was left were some dark, smouldering embers. Edlyn peered at the couch, which held a still sleeping Danir. At least it looked like he was sleeping, perhaps he was faking it for some reason. The blacksmith didn't dwell on it as she headed into the kitchen. She filled a tea kettle with water and placed it on the stove. As it began to heat up, she headed back into her room to change for the day.
Once she was done, she could hear the water simmering in the kettle. Before it could start to whistle, she removed it from the flames. She poured herself a glass and added some green tea leaves. Edlyn let them sit in the water as she slieced up an apple for her horses. She quietly exited the house and headed to the pasture where the pair were grazing. When they saw her, they trotted to the fence to greet the blacksmith. Edlyn patted their velvety noses with a smile then proceeded to feed them the apple slices. They took the treats merrily, or it seemed that way, before leaving the young woman. The blacksmith headed back to the house to finish preparing for the day. Her tea was done, so she added a bit of sugar and took a sip. Edlyn drew in a deep breath and let herself enjoy the calm of the morning.
She set down her cup for a moment to collect the papers from the night before. Quickly flipping through them she skimmed through the writings. One was a thank you note, a few were orders, and the last was a reminder for training. Edlyn had been training some of the local kids in the ways of a knight. The blacksmith had the formal training herself and while it wasn't nearly as rigorous, it would help her apprentices. Willow Creek also was a small town with few chances to go anywhere. By training the youth from her own expierence, perhaps they would get better opportunities within the kingdom.
Post by *Nightwhisper on Sept 13, 2019 22:39:47 GMT -5
(This is a really poor response for such a long wait. >.< Sorry about that. I have no idea why my brain was refusing to focus on what to write.)
It was well after sunrise before Danir came back to the waking world. Having been incredibly exhausted, the young elf had slept soundly and undisturbed the entire night. Now, however, as the sun was peeking through the cracks in the curtains, he found himself becoming aware of the sounds around him. The crackle of the fire, faint songs of birds outside, a horse snorting a time or two, and someone moving around in another part of the house. For a moment, he believed he was back home, perhaps at one of his brother’s houses. Baltore more likely since he was known to be an early riser. Not to mention he let Danir crash on his couch whenever he felt like it.
Groaning, he tried to shift his position only to be harshly reminded of his injuries. Bad idea. Disoriented, fevered, and still half asleep, he gave a partially mumbled call, “Baltore?” His wounds didn’t match with the probability of being at his brother’s home, but that didn’t register at the moment. He was hurting, thirsty, and still clinging to whatever shifting dreams he had been in moments before. He called to his brother to try and give him a familiar subject to focus on.
(No worries and don't stress yourself out. I completely understand and I honestly hate it when writer's block happens. If you want, we can talk about plot stuff for a bit to see where we want this to go.)
The elf was still asleep by the time Edlyn was done with her tea. She had things to do, but didn't want to be gone by the time Danir awoke. After mulling it over for a moment, the blacksmith decided she couldn't wait any longer to get her other tasks done. She placed her cup in the sink and began to gather her things. After she collected orders, supplies, and notes, she ead ready to start her day. As she got ready to head to her forge, she paused. She quickly opened a drawer and pulled out a pen and sheet of paper.
'Will be out in my forge, so keep the curtains closed. There's food in the cabinets. - Edlyn.'
She had no idea if the elf could read her language. But if he could speak it, then it wasn't a stretch that he could read it. As the blacksmith placed her note on the side table, she could hear the elf stirring from the couch. Edlyn glanced towards Danir as he awakened. He mumbled something that sounded like a name.
"Uh no it's Edlyn, remember?" She gazed at the elf for a moment, waiting to see if he needed anything.
(Don't stress it and yeah work/school/life does that unfortunately. Anyway I'm glad to hear you're doing good overall!
I'm also doing good. Took my first driver's test yesterday and failed after like five/ten minutes. Not my crowing achievement, however I know plenty of people who had to take the test more than once so it'll be rescheduled.)
Post by *Nightwhisper on Sept 19, 2019 20:06:25 GMT -5
(Lol, yeah. It's doesn't help I'm an emotional mess of a person in general, so that's fun to have on top of all of that. XD But it's been decent, which I'm glad for.
Ah, don't sweat it. Driving tests are frustrating. The written part is always worded strangely, and the actual driving portion depends on the person you get to drive with you. So even if you failed this time around, don't worry about it too much. No one's going to think any less of you for it. A lot of people fail it the first time around, but that doesn't mean all of them are bad drivers or don't know what they're doing. I bet your second attempt will be much better! )
The voice that responded to his call was not the voice of his brother. Forcing his eyes open, he first saw the ceiling of an unfamiliar house. It took much longer than it should have for the events of the last few days to push their way sluggishly to the front of his mind. Even longer did it take for the rest of his aches and pains to be remembered.
Groaning softly once more, he turned his head so he could see the woman who had taken him in. This was not his brother, but a human who had fought with him and was risking her life by having him in her house. “Edlyn,” he echoed, voice hoarse from both sleep and thirst. It was morning, he knew that much. There was light filling the room, and it was far too bright to be coming from the fire. Now the only question he wanted answered was what day was it? “How long have I been asleep?” he muttered.
(Aw that sucks to hear. As I've said, don't stress yourself out(at the very least not too much.)though I'm glad everything's been good overall.
The written test was pretty easy, thankfully. Also my instructor for the driving portion was a really cool person. He was very calm, friendly, and made the test easier despite my unease. Anyway thank you! I'm definently sure it will be better as well.)
The elf was clearly out of it. At least partially. As he contiuned to wake, Edlyn moved towards the couch and gazed at Danir for a moment. She offered a small, sympathetic smile as his green eyes fluttered open. He glanced around, then turned his attention towards her. It took a few moments before he spoke again.
"Not too long," she began. "Probably an hour or hour and a half longer than me." She paused briefly and gestered towards the rooms at the end of the short hall.
"My room's on the left and I have an extra room on the right. Probably super dusty because it's rarely used, but it'll hopefully be more comfortable than the couch." She paused again to give Danir a chance to process the information or ask questions. She didn't know how much he understood, but hoped anything he did hear was clear.
As Edlyn stood near the elf, there was a knock at the door followed by someone yelling. "Edlyn you awake yet? Or even in there?" The blacksmith's face visibly paled as she put a hand over her mouth. She was silent for a moment, trying to regain her nerves.
"You have to hide," she hoarsely whispered after a moment. "The gest room. You need to go now." She tried not to act too worried, though she didn't know how well she managed that. More knocking came from the door followed by some whispers. There was more than one person out there. Her heart began to pound faster. She drew in a breath, trying to keep calm.
(No worries! Especially because things are going a little slow with general conversation and whatnot. Also I can go back and change anything if you'd like as well.)
Post by *Nightwhisper on Sept 27, 2019 21:40:05 GMT -5
(I’ll be okay. I just might be less active than I used to be. But I’ll still do my best to write up replies as often as I can.
Well, at least you’ve got an idea of how the test will be like next time around! You’ll be extra prepared. ^^ )
Danir took a moment to process the information. An hour or so longer than she? So he had been asleep for only one night. Made sense, but it felt longer. Even now, he felt like he could return to sleep’s hold and rest for another week. The thought was tempting, especially with the knowledge that there was an extra bed for him to use. A bed would be far more comfortable then the couch. He was about to agree, but a loud knock on the door stopped whatever response he was working up. He froze at the sound of voices, panic causing a surge of adrenaline rushing through his veins. Tiredness forgotten, the male rolled off the couch and onto his feet. However, the act was less graceful and far more painful than he had hoped for.
He groaned loudly and ended up kneeling on the floor as he tried to soothe his bruised ribs. “Who is that?” Danir muttered as quietly as he could, trying to catch his breath and pull himself to his feet. The jostling about was doing him no favors, but he really didn’t have a choice. If he was found, they both could end up with worse fates than he was experiencing now.
(No worries, I get it. Hope everything stays/goes well~
There was another series of knocks followed by more whispers. Edlyn kept her gaze fixed on the door as Danir rolled off the couch and onto his feet. The blacksmith was surprised by his grace despite his injuries. He released a pained groaned and sunk to his knees. The young woman winced then quietly joined him as a second voice spoke up. "Edlyn, you alright?" She drew in a breath sharply, but held her tongue. They didn't know anything. They didn't suspect anything. She had to make sure it remained that way. She turned her attention towards Danir as he began to get up.
"Good question. I don't know," Edlyn whispered back as she helped the elf to his feet. She briefly searched her mind for any memory of the people at the door. Too many thoughts were loudly pulsing through her head. She couldn't think clearly. The blacksmith softly sighed, trying to get her head straight.
"Come on, let's get you hidden." Edlyn was careful not to make too much noise as she began to head towards the back room. She half-hoped the visitors would leave, though she knew that was wistful thinking. As she opened the guest room door, an awful squeaking broke through the tense quiet. I knew I should've gotten that fixed! She glanced towards the front door again. There was more pounding and no hiding from the visitors now. She frantically gestered for Danir to follow, heart only thundering more.
Post by *Nightwhisper on Sept 29, 2019 17:46:18 GMT -5
Well, that wasn't a reassuring thought. If Edlyn didn't know who had stopped by her home this early in the morning, than what did that mean? Maybe if he was thinking clearly, he might have figured they were just patrons looking for her aid in repairing or making something for them. After all, she was a blacksmith and must have been keep busy from request such as that.
With her help, the elf was able to regain his balance. He stood there for a moment to let the pain subside before stepping after Edlyn to the guest room. With each knock on the door, his panic renewed. He flinched at the harsh squeak of the door as it was opened, and he cast a nervous glance back. He was sure that whoever was outside could hear it. He didn't need to be told twice. He quickly entered the guest room. "Go, answer the door. I'll be fine here. If they find me, save yourself," he told her.
Edlyn offered a smile. "Good thing we won't get caught." She closed the door before he could reply, another squeak echoing through the house. Brushing loose hairs from her face, she felt twinge of confidence rise in her chest. No one knew she had an elf in her home. They had no reason to suspect it. We'll be fine. At least that's what she told herself to calm her nerves. She quickly reached the front door and carefully opened it. "Morning Edlyn. Hope we didn't wake you." She was greeted with the warm smiles of Marsh and Tia. She returned their smiles, though gazed at them quizzically.
"Uh good morning you two. What brings you here this morning? I don't remember planning a meeting nor do I have any orders from you." The pair shared a nervous glance. They know. Edlyn had a moment of panic, but forced the feeling down. She needed to stay calm, otherwise they would suspect something.
"We actually have some things to talk to you about," Tia replied. The portly woman paused for a moment and held out a container. Marsh did the same, with a brown paper package. Edlyn titled her head, curious at what they had.
"These are for you," Marsh explained jovially. Even through his thick beard the blacksmith could see his smile widen. "Some fresh pastries from Tia and some nice cuts of beef from me." Edlyn carefully nodded and narrowed her in suspicion. "Alright, come in then." The pair followed her in, closing the door behind them. The blacksmith drew in a breath as she gestered for her guests to sit down. Everything will be fine. I have nothing to worry about, Edlyn thought as she collected the food.
"So, what do you guys need?" She headed to the kitchen to grab a plate for the pasteries as the pair sat on the couch.
"As you know the Festival of Vesa is in a week," Tia began. "To put it bluntly, we need sickles to perform the proper ceremonies and the ones we have now are on the verge of breaking. We finally have enough to pay you for your services and were wondering if you were willing to take on the job."
Edlyn slowly nodded as she pulled a metal plate from the cabinet. "It'll be diffcult, but I can manage it. How many do you need?" Marsh and Tia casted nervous glances between them again.
"We need five and...they need to be made from Althen steel." Edlyn froze and dropped the the plate. It clang to the ground and rolled away. The blacksmith blinked at them and laughed.
"Althen steel? In a week!" She turned her back to the pair and sighed in an attempt to regain her composure. Brushing her fingers through her hair, she tried to think of what to say. After a few minutes, the young woman finally headed back towards the pair.
"Alright, I'll do it. How much gold do you have?" The guests looked at each other and smiled. Edlyn managed a slight grin, though was uneasy about the daunting task ahead. I'm going to regret this.
(I wrote a lot more than I intended. Once I got to writing, I couldn't stop.)
Post by *Nightwhisper on Oct 1, 2019 10:59:34 GMT -5
Danir, left alone and with nothing more to do, took a seat on the bed. While his body wanted nothing more than to lay back down and fall into the sleep that came with recovery. However, he couldn't allow himself to do so. What if Edlyn needed help? What if someone had seen them last night? Could it be that these people here now were here to arrest her just for giving him a place to stay the night? Worry twisted his stomach, and he wished there was something her could do. He strained his ears to try and catch any pieces of the conversation that he could, but the words were too faint, too muffled to make out. The elf let out a small sigh. Weak, weaponless, and completely in the dark. So much for being a help. If push came to shove, he would be able to call upon his magic. He might not be able to leave the house in escape, but her would certainly try.
(It's fine! Sorry mine's so short. I don't really know what he can do in this moment.)
"We have five hundred amethysts to spare," Tia replied. Edlyn nodded. It was a lot and easily covered the payment. However the blacksmith couldn't accept it. After a moment of mulling it over, she approched her visitors.
"I'll tell you what. Give me one hundred-and-fifty amethysts to start with. For the rest of the payment, I will have little time, if I'm lucky, to get into town. So instead could something get brought up here? Vegetables, fresh cuts of meat, berries, and the like." Tia and Marsh glanced at each other, then whispered. After a few minutes, they seemed to come to some sort of agreement. "Alright, we can do that." The blacksmith smiled and shook hands with the pair. The small group chatted for a bit. Edlyn humored her guests, though only thought about getting them out of the house.
A half-hour later Edlyn managed to lament about the work ahead of her, which finally got the pair to leave. Edlyn was relieved then Marsh lifted up Danir's bag. He looked it over as the blacksmith paled. How did they forget that? the bearded man examined the bag, nodding in satisfaction. "This is a lovely pack. Beautiful craftsmanship though none of the techniques are familiar to me." The young woman was frozen as she watched Marsh start to open the pack. Surely they would get caught if he wasn't stopped.
"Careful, it's an artifact!" Edlyn finally blurted. Marsh blinked in surprise and carefully set the leather bag down. The blacksmith blushed slightly and drew in a nervous breath. "Sorry for snapping. It's a gift from an old friend at the capital and I haven't had time to look at it or put it away."
"Ah no need to apologize, I shouldn't be looking through your things in the first place. I apologize for that." Edlyn offered a smile and nod in reply. She quickly led her visitors to the door to see them off. As they turned to leave, the blacksmith only felt relief. Before she had a chance to close the door, Tia turned again and spoke.
"One more thing, Edlyn. There's news from the other towns about that dragon. It's supposedly heading southward, which means..."
"Here," the young woman breathed. Yet another thing to keep an eye out for. The older woman nodded and the blacksmith finally closed the door. She watched the pair leave through the window. Once they were out of sight, Edlyn headed to the small desk beside her bookshelf. She pulled out a few pages to begin her work.
"You can come out now," she yelled to Danir. The pastries and meat were mostly forgotten as she tried to figure out what to do.
(No worries. As we go along, the characters will likely be able to do more. Sorry for another long reply again.)
Post by *Nightwhisper on Oct 8, 2019 16:51:42 GMT -5
He wasn't entire sure how long it had been since Edlyn moved him to the spare bedroom. It felt like a tense eternity, but must have been more along the lines of ten, fifteen minutes at most? No amount of straining on his part could make the voices any clearer to him, so he hadn't been able to learn anything about who was there, what they were there for, or if they meant trouble. Danir was starting to get antsy when he finally heard the woman gave the signal that her visitors had left. Upon hearing her call, the elf forced himself to his feet and walked to the door. He opened it and peered out. He could have walked to her, but he still felt unsteady. That, and his body protested even the short walk from the bed to the door.
"Who was that?" Danir asked, leaning against the door frame, holding his injured arm in front of him and close to his body to try and minimize the discomfort it still brought. "I heard no shouts, and you're still standing, so I take it that they were did not mean us harm?" Now, that didn't mean that whoever was at the door didn't carry some kind of suspicion back to someone else, who then sent armed men to find them, but that was more his brain over-thinking the situation.
"It was just Tia and Marsh," the blacksmith explained. After a brief pause she realized the elf wouldn't know who she was talking about. "Sorry you don't know who they are. Marsh is the butcher and Tia's the inn owner." Edlyn paused again and groaned before letting her head fall to the table. There was a hollow thud as she sat there for a moment. The request weighed her down and there were many long nights in her forge ahead of her.
"Anyway they were here to order something from me, they had no idea you were here," the young woman contiuned. It was then she noticed Danir hadn't come into the room. Getting up from her desk, Edlyn collected his bag and headed towards the spare bedroom. Danir was leaning on the doorframe, still weak after yesterday's incident with the wampus.
"You alright?" She asked, her eyes laced with concern. He would need more rest and likely a bandage change at some point. "Can I get you anything? Food, water, a blanket, or something?"
Post by *Nightwhisper on Oct 15, 2019 17:44:25 GMT -5
(Ah, you're good! It went okay, I hope. Lol I got it done and turned in on time, but it hasn't been graded yet.)
The names she listed meant nothing to Danir, and Edlyn seemed to have realized that when she gave him a brief description of them. A butcher and an inn keeper. While not the most intimidating pair, even they could cause trouble had they found out he was here. However, Edlyn seemed sure they had no idea of his presence, and that was good enough for him. As she walked over, he gave a small smile.
"I'm sore to say the least, and my head's still a little light headed. Otherwise, I think I'm alright," the elf replied. At the mention of food, his mouth watered at the idea. He hadn't eaten since yesterday morning. His stomach was more than happy to remind him of that fact now. "Food would be lovely, and perhaps a moment for you to look at these wounds. I want to know how they're looking."
(I hope it's graded now/soon, but I hate it when that happens. But of course teachers/professors are only human and they tend to have many papers to grade, hundreds in some cases even.)
Edlyn lightly tossed Danir his bag as she returned his smile. "We need to check better for next time. Assuming of course there is a next time." They weren't close to being caught, at least she assumed they weren't. However if things had gone down differently, the elf could've easily been found by Tia and Marsh. They would have to be more cautious in the future.
The young woman listened as Danir described how he felt, though wasn't surprised by his answer after the wampus fight. It had taken a lot out of both of them. "Alright, I just got some food. I have no idea what elves eat, but I hope you like pastries. Give me a moment and then I can take a look at your injuries." Edlyn spun around to the other room and grabbed the box of pastries. After a brief hesitation, she also grabbed a plate for Danir. She returned as quickly as she left. With another smile she gestered to the small box and handed him the plate.
"Now let's check those wounds." Edlyn was no doctor. She had very little medical expierence, however she had been injured enough to know how wounds were doing and how to care for them. For the most part at least. The young woman hesitated for a moment, waiting to see what Danir would do.
(I know I sound like a broken record at this point, but don't worry about it. You're writing enough for me to work with and we all go through rough patches somtimes.)
Post by *Nightwhisper on Oct 21, 2019 12:37:50 GMT -5
(Ugh, and I hate how spotty I've been with getting replies up to you. >.< I don't mean to be so late! I love this plot, and I'm excited to see where it will go. My stupid brain just gets distracted far too easily.)
Danir caught his bag with a bit of panic. Had the visitors found it? They must have if she felt the need to comment about it. However, the way she spoke didn't indicate that the discovery of his bag had caused any issues. Still, he couldn't stop himself from opening it and checking the contents. Nothing seemed out of place, and nothing really screamed elven other than how the bag was crafted. Maybe the extra set of clothes would have made them raised some questions, but, again, if they had noticed, Edlyn wouldn't be as calm as she was now.
At the comment about not knowing what elves eat, Danir had to chuckle. "Anything you humans can stomach, we can too," he assured her. "Especially me. I am far from being a picky eater. Pastries sound amazing." He waited where he was while the blacksmith went to retrieve the food mentioned, placing his bag safely inside his room. Maybe later he would put it in a safer spot, but for the moment, it could sit by the wall. It wasn't long before Edlyn returned. With his good arm, he reached out and took the plate from her with a muttered thanks.
With everything gathered, he turned and made his way over to the bed. The elf sat down on the edge and placed the plate on the mattress beside him. He could wait and eat after his wounds were tended to. Not to mention, he didn't want to eat while Edlyn was busy working. If she needed his help with anything, he wanted to be ready to give her his assistance.
(Don't worry I get it. Stuff like that has happened to me too, which is not fun. I'm looking forward to where I'm rp goes as well)
Edlyn noticed the worry on Danir's face as she mentioned the bag. "Don't worry about it," she reassured, "they think it's some type of artifact." Marsh or Tia wouldn't question it. They took the blacksmith for her word, which made her feel slightly guilty. Of course she had to hide the truth from them for many reasons. However they also trusted her and she disliked lying to the pair.
Her attention was turned back to the elf as he responded. Edlyn lightly laughed. "That's good because I don't accidently want to kill you. Also all I have is pastries right now, so I'm glad to hear you aren't picky." As he took the plate and thanked her, the young woman simply dipped her head and followed him. He set the plate beside him as he sat on the bed.
Edlyn took a spot beside him and began to check over his wounds. As she worked, she glanced towards the Danir. "What's a Batloer? Balore? B-Ba..." Edlyn awkwardly trailed off and lightly blushed. The world was foreign on her tongue and diffcult to say. She hoped he knew what she meant. "I don't know how to pronounce it. I heard you mention it earlier as you woke up. Is it just a word in your language or-or a person or even some object?"
Post by *Nightwhisper on Oct 21, 2019 19:45:32 GMT -5
(Still, I feel horrible about it.)
"I don't know about it being an artifact, but it did cost a pretty penny," Danir commented, giving a small smile at the statement. He didn't question why a blacksmith would have that kind of artifact in her possession, but if the townspeople bought the excuse, then so be it. Besides, he wouldn't be leaving it out in the open for anyone to see so it shouldn't be a problem.
Danir sat still as she began to unwrap his wounds, eyes lifting to her face as she tried pronouncing a word she clearly didn't know. His brows furrowed a moment in confusion until she continued. "Oh, Baltore," he corrected, saying the name slowly so she could hear it clearly. "That's my eldest brother. I forgot where I was this morning, and thought I was back at his house. I often crash there from time to time whenever I feel the need for company, or the need to annoy someone."
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Violetsky: It's okay, I thought she was a traditional Manx for a while
Jun 22, 2021 14:02:13 GMT -5
Violetsky: Well, she is. It's like if brown bears that lived further up North had thicker and longer fur than their southern counterparts. If that was true, then they would be the same species and "breed", they just have different adaptations.
Jun 22, 2021 14:02:52 GMT -5