(I would say either one more conversation between them or to the point when Danir leaves/when his brothers come. If we decide to do the latter, I do have a couple ideas of how to go about it if you're interested.)
Post by *Nightwhisper on Mar 14, 2020 20:38:57 GMT -5
(Oooh, I like those ideas. I think that the brothers come to the house in the middle of the night. Perhaps they noticed Danir walking into the house with her in the evening and waited until nightfall before breaking in. There's a fight, Edlyn might be close to getting captured when Danir steps in and sorts things out. If you want, they might not like the idea of leaving a human behind who has as much knowledge about them as she does, so they decided to take her with them, at least into the forest, for a few days until they sort things out.)
It had been a further few days since the discussion in Edlyn's forge. Night had fallen upon the land and the pair were cleaning up their evening meal. It was a simple but declious stew Danir had prepared for dinner. The two were cleaning up after the meal before turning in for the night. As usual, they spoke as they worked, swapping stories and sharing memories from their youth. Edlyn was rather fond of their evening tradition.
"So anyway I tell the kid that by the law of averages, only half the population plus one is stupid. He counted twice. He punched me for it, which I might've deserved for picking a fight, but it was worth it. Needless to say, we both got in trouble but he never messed with me again." The woman finished her story with a proud grin. The blacksmith had shared a story about a fight she had. It was one of the many from her childhood and also the origin of the scar at the end of her left brow. It wasn't too noticable unless someone took a close look, but was certainly a fun story. She had long grown out of her fight-picking phase, mostly, but she looked back at those memories fondly. She also knew the elf liked hearing her tales of her childhood and was always eager to tell him about them.
Post by *Nightwhisper on Mar 18, 2020 14:43:37 GMT -5
The day had gone by like all the others. No one had visited, leaving the two companions alone to their devices. Each day, Danir had felt improvement in his health. Slow improvement, but it was improvement. He might still be down one arm, but he was sure that he would be able to travel back home without any worries. His strength, at least, was up to the point where he felt confident in using magic if he needed to. However, as good of news as that should have been, the thought also brought with it a pang of sadness. In such a short time, he had come to see Edlyn as a friend, one that he never would have ever expected to find. He had grown fond of the stories they shared, the information they learned from each other, and just the ease in which they interacted. He was definitely going to miss her when he left. The hard part was trying to find the right time to tell her it was time to make his leave.
The elf chuckled as the woman retold her story of one of the many fights she had been a part of in her younger years. They did amuse him greatly, mainly because he admired her fiery personality. Sure, there were plenty of female elves with the same attitudes, but it was kind of enduring to see it in a human. He wasn't sure why. "I'm sure he didn't," he commented, putting the dirty dishes into the sink to be washed. "Sounds to me, though, that he kind of deserved what he got as well, so I don't feel too sorry for the poor boy. "
"I suppose we both got what we both deserved. Punishment for me and getting his butt kicked for him. But that is all in the past and last I heard, he was a solider or a knight or something. Anyway, we both changed for the better, so that's a good thing." Edlyn paused and pulled up her sleeves to her elbows. She began clearing off a few dishes to prepare them for washing as Danir collected them. There weren't many between the pair, so it would be a rather easy and quick job. Besides that, counters needed to be finished and the floors to be swept. Between the two of them, it would likely be done soon enough. Besides, there was plenty more oppertunity for conversation as they completed the chores.
As Edlyn shifted jobs to cleaning off the counters, she glanced towards the elf. "So, you've talked about your family and mentor. What about friends? Do you have friends back home or even anyone your seeing?" They talked about a lot of things, but their friends or anything to do with their social lives were hardly mentioned. She was curious how similar elves social live's was to humans. Did they go to markets often or meet up with others? Or did they only interact with people in their jobs and family?
Post by *Nightwhisper on Mar 19, 2020 17:32:12 GMT -5
"You are the prime example of learning from your mistakes," Danir teased. Although, there were certainly more than a few stories that ended the same way for him, so he really couldn't say anything about it. While Edlyn worked on the dishes, the elf picked up a towel and began to wipe down the counter. His injured arm was still sore to move, but he could manage the majority of the chores on his own. However when it came to the dishes, he let her handle it, just in case he accidentally broke something.
"Ah, now there's a topic of learning from mistakes," he claimed with a small chuckle. "There are many elves of whom I would proudly call my friends, and some I would say are politely tolerated. Keep in mind, though, that the age differences between us didn't allow for quiet a smooth start. Gullible and impulsive I was, and it seemed to be the source of amusement for many others."
Edlyn eyed Danir for a moment before lightly nudging his side with her elbow. "That I am judging by the other hundred similar stories I've told," she replied with a smile. She turned back to her dishes as the elf spoke. Edlyn nodded along, listening intently as she washed the dinner dishes.
"Honestly the whole age thing when it comes to friendship wasn't something I considered with you elves. Do you tend to have friends who are within your age group, whatever you consider that to be or is it more by a career basis. Like you would have more ranger friends or only ranger friends for example." Edlyn paused for a moment and flushed slightly. She was rambling again. Clearing her throat, she moved on. "Anyway, I'm curious to know who the other part of this 'us' is. Unless of course you mean it figuratively." It was entierly possible he wasn't talking about anyone in particular, but it didn't hurt to ask anyway.
Post by *Nightwhisper on Mar 20, 2020 9:49:15 GMT -5
"It usually isn't a huge factor in the forming of friendships, but keep in mind that a lot of my town's populace has several centuries on them. Imagine a ten year old trying to hang out at a tavern with a group of thirty year olds who have already lived half their lives. While I was figuring things out, everyone else already had a good idea of everything. Now, that doesn't mean I had a hard time finding friends. I actually made quiet a few friends. It was difficult, but eventually I learned who I truly got along with and who were using me as a source of amusement.
"I would say that there are a fair number of my friends who are rangers," he continued. Those are the people that I spend a lot of my time with. However, I would say my closest friend has to be one of the farmers that live on the outskirts of the city. Now, while the 'us' I used was more figuratively, but I guess she would be the one that I considered a fit for the other part of the term. She's a little on the eccentric side, but I think you would like her."
The blacksmith nodded. The comparison made sense and put the idea into a better perspective for her. She continued to listen as she absentmindedly washed the dishes in the sink and set them aside to dry. That was the only good thing about washing dishes, there wasn't much thought put into it. That worked in her favor as she was able to give Danir most of her attention as he spoke.
"That's good then. It's important to know who your real friends are. Which people will stick by you when times get though and who will support your goals. Anyway, being close friends with a farmer sounds great. How'd that come to be?" Edlyn asked curiously. The blacksmith knew everyone in the small town. From the farmers and both their families, to local woodsman. However, friends were another thing. Sure it was a small town and everyone knew everyone, however knowing someone was different from being friends. Edlyn wondered if eleves had such communities. If things were similar with people like her. They were bound to be, but one could never be sure.
Post by *Nightwhisper on Mar 27, 2020 18:16:05 GMT -5
(Nah, you're fine. Things are hectic, but I'm holding up pretty well. Had some pneumonia apparently about a week ago, and possibly for longer than that, but other than that, I'm fine, lol. How about you? How are you holding up?)
"It's actually an embarrassing tale on my part," Danir admitted, chuckling. "Let's see, I had just turned sixteen and my apprenticeship as a ranger had just begun. My mentor had given me an assignment to go out and gather samples of the plant life of the forest. It's important for us to know what grows out there, what sort of animals depend on what plants, what are edible and poisonous. Well, at the time, I happened to know quiet a few plants, so I was feeling confident. So confident, that I decided to use some of the plants I had seen and gathered as part of a mid day meal. However, my knowledge wasn't as sound as I thought it to be. For one of the plants I had gathered I had mistaken for another. What should have been edible was actually, in fact, poisonous. Turns out that I should have counted the leaves before picking the berries. Anyhow, I didn't feel the impact of the poison until a few hours later. Lucky for me, I had wandered close to a small farm where Saehel lived. She was out working in her garden, so I stumbled over to her, explained how I was feeling poorly and showed her what I had eaten. After some lecturing and belittling of my intelligence, she took me into her home and brewed up a concoction that neutralized the poison's effects. Lucky for me, she specializes in growing dangerous plants."
Edlyn cocked her eyebrow at his comment. It was certainly shaping up to be an interesting tale indeed. She nodded along as she finished up the last few dishes, curious to see where the story would go. Edlyn chuckled lightly at a few parts, but also found herself feeling bad for the elf making such mistakes. As he continued his tale, the blacksmith finished her chores. The night's work was coming to and end and they would be able to go to sleep soon. Pulling up a chair nearby as the man, she kept her full attention as he finished the story.
"You got quite lucky indeed. How did your mentor react to such brazen behavior?" There was a slight teasing in the woman's voice, but also a genuine curiosity.
(Okay, cool. Anyway the pneumonia sucks, but I'm glad to hear you're doing okay despite that. The fact that it's gone is good too.
Doing pretty good actually all things considered. Only down side is being cooped up and having the occasional disagreement with one of my siblings, but that's to be expected. Also finally getting around to finishing a book I've been slowly rereading for the past two months or so. It's not that it's bad, quite the opposite actually. I'm just not ready to reread the emotional gut-punch of an ending.)
Post by *Nightwhisper on Mar 29, 2020 14:46:40 GMT -5
Danir laughed and gave an embarrassed smile. "Ah, yes, when he found out, lets say it was one of the lowest moments of my life," he admitted. Finished with the cleaning up, the elf turned and leaned against the counter so he was facing her. "It was a very rookie mistake. One that I should have known better than to make.Long story short, it wasn't something I was able to live down for a while. I was twenty-five before I got sent on a mission of any importance. However, the good thing about that was I got plenty of time to spend with Saehel and learn about which plants I can and cannot eat. Never have I made that mistake again."
(It's kind of gone, kind of still hanging on. It's been weird. XD
Oh, yeah, I completely understand that. I'm the only one of my siblings who is out of work at the moment because of all this, so I'm not stuck with them all day. However, the stir craziness is starting to set in. At least you're doing good! ^^ )
"Well, it stopped you from repeating such a mistake again, which isn't bad. And hey, you turned out fine in the end and made a good friend in the process. Anyway, it sounds like you're really close to Saehel, but she did save your life so it's not surprising. With you spending so much time with her, it makes me wonder just what kind of mischief you've gotten yourself into. Of course that's assuming she isn't the responsible type." She was curious if the elf woman helped knock sense into Danir or encouraged his mischief. Silence settled between the pair for a moment. Edlyn gave a small smile to Danir and leaned forward slightly.
"Hey, thanks for the help, I really appreciate it. It's nice to see stuff done in around the house while I'm working." She paused for a moment, then allowed herself to stretch and yawn. For the first time, the blacksmith realized just how tired she was.
(Ah, well mostly gone is better than nothing! Or maybe better than it still being there in this case.
Yeah I'm the oldest child at 20 and the youngest of the four of us is 9, so there's no jobs for them to go to. Hopefully this'll all blow over by the next month.
Also, should we go ahead and skip to the middle of the night?)
Post by *Nightwhisper on Apr 2, 2020 12:52:44 GMT -5
"Oh, our friendship wasn't immediate. She was the one who made fun of me and wouldn't let me live it down the most," Danir told her, laughing slightly. "It got on my nerves so much, and I had often contemplated just skipping out on my punishment or switching career paths. But I slowly grew on her, which made my life much more bearable. As for mischief, Saehel is very much the responsible one. She shot down many o my stupid ideas, and the ones she couldn't stop, she was always the first one to say 'I told you so,' and laughing at me. If my brothers couldn't bail me out, then it was her. Sometimes I roped her into doing stuff, but it was rare."
At her thanks for helping out, Danir smiled. "You don't have to take me. It's the least I could do. It gives me something to focus on so I'm not going insane, so I'm happy to do it," he told her. Then, seeing her yawn, he added, "I think it's time to call it a night. You look ready for sleep. Goodnight, Edlyn."
(Haha, true that.
Haha, yeah, that's got to be fun. At least their all kind of old enough to know a thing about personal space. Whether or not they respect it is another story. XD
"Not that surprising considering she had to save you from eating poisonous plants, which also happened to be your first meeting. It's good that you had someone who could keep you in line too," Edlyn added with a chuckle. "You know what? It seems you may have a knack for making friends by getting hurt first. You accidently poisoned yourself and stumbled onto Saehel's land and netting her. Then you get attacked by a wampus and I bring you here." It was an interesting thing to note
"I'm not that tired," Edlyn insisted as she yawned again. "Okay maybe I am. You're right, we should probably head to bed. Night, Danir." Edlyn got up from the chair and placed it back before heading to her bedroom for some sleep.
(Haha that's very true. They're pretty good about respecting personal space usually. The key word being usually.
Post by *Nightwhisper on Apr 8, 2020 14:51:36 GMT -5
Danir had to laugh at her observation. "It does seem like I have that habit, doesn't it," he commented. He'd never thought about it much before, but, now that she said something about it, he discovered that a lot of his friends were made after or because of some form of injury, or various degrees, on his part.
He smiled at her denial. He waited until she got up to leave the room before doing the same. By now, her guest room had become a familiar place, one he would be sad to leave. He would have to tell her tomorrow of his departure. There was no way around it. As much as he enjoyed spending time with her, he just couldn't put her in anymore danger than he already had. So, he settled into bed with thoughts of how he was going to tell Edlyn that the time had come for him to go home.
It was an hour after midnight, and everything was as it should be. Peaceful, quiet, and everyone within the house sound asleep. This was the time that the group had been waiting for. Without a word, three cloaked figures made their way from the forest on silent feet. One carried a bow, arrow notched and ready to fire. The other two carried daggers. The three had been watching the house since sunset, making sure that this was the right spot. Sure enough, they spotted the woman walking inside the house, followed by a familiar elven head passing by the kitchen window. That was all the confirmation they needed. Now, in the dead of night, they crept forward towards the house.
Edlyn groggily awoke to the sound of creaking somewhere outside her door. A few more squeaks followed making it clear someone was moving around in the main room. Danir must've gotten water or something, she thought as she settled back into her blanket. As she relaxed, Edlyn could hear the soft sound of footsteps entering the hall. She paid no mind to it for a moment until a realization popped into her head. There were two distinct sets. A moment of panic jolted her awake as the realization hit her. Intruders! Edlyn carefully slid off her bed, a chill rolling down her spine as the cool air hit her skin. The simple, thin shift didn't offer much in the way of warmth. She ignored it as she looked towards her door.
Through the darkness, the blacksmith reached for her sword. She never slept without it nearby, which currently proved to be a very useful habit. Bringing it to her side, Edlyn slowly inched towards the door. She knew the room well enough to make little to no noise despite her lack of sight. That didn't stop her from stumbling slightly, though. Once she was close enough, she carefully pressed her ear aganist it. She could hear people on the other side followed by what sounded like voices, though it was impossible to tell what they were saying. Drawing in a steady breath, Edlyn pulled away. Worry, fear, and anger swirled in her chest. She had no clue how Danir was doing or what would happen if he was found. She didn't know why they were there or how many of them there really were. She really didn't know anything.
Edlyn grimaced. Whatever the reason for the break in, there would undoubtedly be a fight. Pressing her ear to the door once again, the blacksmith tried to figure out where the intruders were. She heard slight movement again as they moved deeper into the hall. Edlyn stepped back from the door and watched it for a minute. Taking in another breath, the woman had a choice to make. She could either stand around and wait for something to happen or go out and try to fight. The blacksmith quickly made up her mind. Lurching forward, Edlyn forced open the door and burst out. Through the darkness she blindly swung her sword, ready for whatever came next.
Post by *Nightwhisper on Apr 15, 2020 15:04:20 GMT -5
The group of three entered the house with ease. A little magic, and whatever lock that was placed on the door was taken care of. Carefully, they crept inside the humans house. Elves, who naturally had better night vision, they had no trouble at all with the unfamiliar layout of the building. The two with the daggers entered first. If the worst happened and fight broke out, they would be able to fight better. The one with the bow followed in after, but stayed near the door.
There was a moment of pause as the first two deliberated between themselves in Elvish, discussing which room might possibly hold Danir. There were two options, that they could see from the main room. In the end, they decided to just split up and check both at the same time. They weren't too concerned about waking the woman up. After all, she wouldn't be much problem to deal with. How much of a fight could one human have?
The man set to check, unknown to him Edlyn's room, moved forward cautiously, blades held at the ready. He had gotten a within reaching distance when the door suddenly flew open. It was pure instinct that helped him parry the sword stroke aimed for him, deflecting the blade harmlessly away from him. He moved quickly, spinning out of the way and closer to the woman, grabbing hold of her wrist which held the weapon.
Although she had the advantage of surprise, the blacksmith wasn't lucky enough to get a good hit on the intruder. Her blade was easily deflected by the stranger, which meant they likely had some kind of formal training. She listened closely as the blades striked aganist each other, hoping to gain some insight on what weapon they had. It seemed likely to be a short sword or perhaps a dagger or two, but Edlyn couldn't be sure. In the brief seconds she thought it over, the stranger grabbed her wrist. Her sword awkwardly wobbled in the air as the move was made.
Edlyn tried to pull away, but the stranger's grip was too strong. That, coupled with the hand being large, made the young woman believe the assailant was a man. The blacksmith grimaced, but she wasn't about to give up. Without hesitation, Edlyn clenched her free hand and punched towards the stranger. It was too dark to aim properly, so she blindly striked ahead. She hit something, though it wasn't the intruder's face- unfortunately -or the wall. She could feel the stranger shift slightly, so it was likely his chest or arm. Taking advantage of her punch, the woman began to struggle free. Her sword continued to wobble in the air, making it diffcult. As she tried to pull her wrist away, Edlyn glared towards the intruder.
"Who are you? What do you want?" She angrily demanded. She truly did want to know the identity of the pair and why they were there. However, she also hoped it served as a distraction to work in her favor. The woman continued to struggle, but was quickly becoming fed up with her attempts. With a grunt, she glanced towards her sword. Edlyn awkwardly passed the blade to her free hand, hoping she would give her another oppertunity to strike.
Post by *Nightwhisper on Apr 24, 2020 15:46:13 GMT -5
The punch was seen, but it hardly phased the elf. He braced himself, bu still took a step back as her fist collided with his shoulder. His grip on her wrist, however, never loosened. He muttered something in Elvish, and a brief spark of blue light moved from his hand to hers. It was a simple paralyzing spell, one that could only be used when in contact with the thing one wanted paralyzed. It as also temporary and would ware off on its own in twenty minutes or so, depending on the person or creature.
(Sorry it's short, but I wanted Edlyn to have a chance to react before doing too much. ^^ )
As soon as her sword was secure, she swung it at the man again. Edlyn didn't know if it would even get close to hitting him as she couldn't get into a proper stance partically due to her nightgown and her wrist still within the stranger's grip. Whatever happened, the blacksmith hoped she could escape unharmed. Unfortunately the sword hit the wall behind the assailant. Edlyn sighed and pulled the weapon back towards her. Before she could get in another hit, the man whispered something l, which she couldn't understand. The blue light caught her attention first. It was quickly followed by an icy shock that shot through her body. Edlyn gasped and sank to the ground, dropping her sword. It clanged to the ground and echoed through the house. At the same time, a realization struck the blacksmith.
They're elves! It explained why her opponent seemed to move around with ease and how he could do magic. They were probably there for Danir. Nothing else made sense. The woman opened her mouth to say something, but found that was impossible. She hoped her elf friend would appear before things gor worse.
(No worries, it works! Also didn't know how you wanted to do the spell, so I improvised.)
Post by *Nightwhisper on Apr 24, 2020 21:18:03 GMT -5
(It's all good. I kind of left it vague just so you could have some say in how it affected her. )
As soon as she dropped to the ground, her opponent kicked her sword away. He knew she would be immobilized for a while, which gave him plenty of time to clear the house. Grabbing hold of the woman under her arms, he half carried, half dragged her towards the door. This wasn't what they had planned to happen, but they hadn't planned on the human being away either. They were going to have to take care of that.
The elf dragged the woman outside, where he produced a length of rope and made quick work tying the woman's hands behind her back. It wasn't long after that when the other left the house, followed by a bewildered Danir. He caught sight of Edlyn and he quickly began speaking in Elvish, only to be silenced. Both of them were ushered towards the forest, one hurrying to keep pace and the other carried.
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