True Love's Quest

Pull out your pack and head on down to the Prancing Pony for some great Role Playing (try to stay in character)!

Postby Lindaranel » Mon Jul 07, 2003 6:18 pm

((OOC thread here: <a target="_blank" href="http://www.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=25&threadid=68465">http://www.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=25&threadid=68465</a>))<BR><BR>When Vanyarra was born, her parents knew that she would be as beautiful as the dawn. That is why they named her Vanyarra, which means beautiful dawn. Her Aunt, Nahta, was so jealous because her own daughter was not as pretty as Vanyarra. So Nahta cursed Vanyarra’s beauty and made it so that that was all men could see, except her true love. Nahta also put a longing in Vanyarra’s heart for one to love her and one for her to love.<BR><BR>Vanyarra has waited so long for true love to come to her, so have her parents. They push for her to go to balls, they push for her to go on dates, they push for almost anything you can imaging. All of her life, men have been attracted to her beauty, but they all were so caught up in her beauty that they didn’t get to know her. Vanyarra longed so much for men to be attracted to her rather than just her looks. Every night, in bed, Vanyarra would cry herself to sleep, and every day that longing that Nahta put in her heart increased.<BR><BR>* * * * * *<BR><BR>Tonight was another one of those nights that Vanyarra dreaded. She was being pampered, dressed in her best clothes, and then she was pushed out the door to go to another ball. Her mother gave her a good luck kiss on the cheek as Vanyarra mounted her white mare Losse, although Vanyarra knew that no luck could help her find her true love.<BR><BR><i>As she traveled through the evening alone, Vanyarra started tearing. Why do I have to be so beautiful? Many women would do anything for beauty of mine, but I would do anything just to have people look at me for who I am.</i> She thought.<BR><BR>She pulled up to the mansion, she saw many eager faces. Her beauty, she knew, was known throughout the country, and that made her hate balls even more. She dismounted, the moon gleaming in her light brown hair, and took the arm of a smiling escort and sighed, saying to herself, “Here it goes...again…”
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Postby the~one~elf » Tue Jul 08, 2003 2:56 pm

"But you must see this girl, she's a wonder beyond all....."<BR>the voice sifted away as Deraik was lost in thought. He didn't care about some girl, he wanted some action going on. Nothing ever went on and his fingers were itching for a fight. He rested them on the hilt of his sword gently. His adrenaline would burst if he didn't do something.<BR><BR> Voices rashly cut through his thoughts. <BR>"She's here." the men spilled out of the room to greet the woman they had been speaking of all night. Deraik remained seated and closed his eyes. He had seen many beauties in his life, he could withstand missing one. But they had described this one as the sunrise and sunset in one woman. <BR><BR> He shrugged. He would see her eventually. No reason to get up when he was so comfortable. His mouth turned upward in a sardonic grin. knowing these men she wasn't even very beautiful. They always did exaggerate. <BR><BR>Deraik bit his lip as he contemplated how long it had been since he had visited here. "Not long enough." he mumbled to an empty room. "I can't wait to leave this place again" he knew people thought him an odd man, and he rather liked it that way. He glanced around the room. Nobody was in it. A grin graced his full lips. He whipped his sword eagerly from its sheath. <BR><BR>Deraik slashed it around the room violently, practicing a few moves. his sword fell to the floor in surprise as he heard a chuckle from the entrance. His face turned a light shade of pink in both embarrasment and anger as he turned to face whoever had been watching him.
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Postby Lindaranel » Tue Jul 08, 2003 4:28 pm

Vanyarra stood at the entrance chuckling. <i>"Who would sword fight at a ball?"</i> She thought. But whatever the reason, she was glad that she was away from all her admirers. Suddenly she wanted to test the skills of this man, but the only problem was that she didn’t have a sword. Vanyarra looked around the room and to her surprise, she saw a nice, shiny sword at the far end of the room. She started walking over to it; she had the grace of a swan as she went over to pick it up. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw this man, she thought she remembered himin a vague way, but dismissed that out of her mind. This man was eyeing her with a confused look on his face. When she reached the sword and picked it up ready to fight, she said with a grin on her face,<BR><BR>“Would you like to dance?”<BR><BR>She went over to him and started to swordfight with him. She was impressed with his skill, but she knew he was holding back a little. “Curse my beauty. I can’t even have a decent fight without someone thinking I’m too frail.” She thought. Then all of a sudden, things began to change. The man had now released his energy and was fighting with all that he had. “Now things are getting good.” Vanyarra said, not minding what he thought about what she said.
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Postby the~one~elf » Tue Jul 08, 2003 5:42 pm

Deraik grinned as he jabbed the sword at the beautiful young woman. he blocked a sharp one from her with his sword. Both swords were locked, niether one giving way. She smiled at Deraik. 'This is probably the best time she's had in a while, from the looks of her. And to mention it...its the best i have had too.' <BR><BR>He chuckled as they circled around the room, swords still locked. Deraik loosened his balance, leaning back a bit. The girl stumbled forward, her sword flying for his chest. He blocked it from the side with his own. "You're good. For being a little belle." he smirked at her, sheathing his sword.<BR><BR>She let out a low growl like sound to him, startling him for a few seconds until he regained his composure. She didn't seem to like references to her beauty. He held his hands up in his defence. "Hey, don't take it personaly. Shouldn't you be off dancing with the eligable bachelors?" he grinned, knowing how angry that would make the young woman.<BR><BR>She glared at him, her bright eyes glistening with anger. "What's your name, beautiful maiden?" he teased.<BR><BR>she glared at him a bit longer before answering tentively. "Vanyarra."<BR> He nodded his aproval. "Very appropriate. I'm Deraik." He chuckled and shook his head as he walked over to a large chair and took a seat, staring into the fire that was roaring brightly.<BR><BR>She came over near him. "I haven't seen you here before." he looked at her as if to inquire as to why she was still there. "I don't live here. If I did I think I would kill myself instantly. I'm here on request from my aunt. She wanted me to come to this ball. Thinks I should be married." he scoffed in disgust. He looked at her again. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Dreaik shook his head to clear these thoughts. He was a loner. <BR><BR>"I have to go dance now. Or my cousin will tell my aunt I haven't been and that rewards me with hell." he walked out of the room slowly, chuckling lightly.
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Postby HalflingOfMordor » Tue Jul 08, 2003 7:13 pm

Victor approached the estate, wondering who owned it. He also took to thought why on earth he would be invited to this party. Vick had gotten an invitation to the ball in exchange for his medicines from a local... But he hadn't even thought the locals in the town were able to go balls. Not this ball, anyway. There was supposed to be someone coming here tonight, to the party. Supposedly some beautiful girl came around to this particular mansion for the balls every once in a while, and tonight was one of those nights. <BR><BR>Vick wasn't getting his hopes up, though, that this would be some spectacular party with a sort of celebrity in their midst. He probably wouldn't even see her through all the crowd, although everyone had been talking about it, saying her beauty was inevitable to any man. As he approached the mansion, Vick noticed a large crowd near the door, and suddenly became very curious as to why they were all not inside at the dance. He shrugged as the crowd slowly dispersed and followed back into the castle-like building. As he continued up the path, a horse-drawn carriage sped by him, splattering mud on his pants legs and boots. "Oh, great..." <BR><BR>He had worn his best clothes for this occasion, which wasn't saying much. Just an old dress tunic and leather leggings, and his black boots. Victor sighed moodily and figured it wouldn't matter: no one would even notice he was there. Now that the estate was close, he could see the spectacular stained glass windows the mansion owned, which were sparkling with candle light from the inside. <BR><BR>Just before he came to the gates, Vick leaned down next to the bushed, and let a long, black snake slide out of his coat sleeve. "Wait out here til I get back, Cysse. Understand?" The cobra glanced at him through bright black eyes, then slithered off into the brush. <BR><BR>Cysse was the only one Victor lived with anymore; his foster parents had left when he was twelve years old, and he didn't even have a horse of his own. He was considered a peasant among most, except those he sold his potions to, who were usually peasants themselves. He was twenty-nine now and unmarried, one reason might have been Cysse. He found that cobras tended to repel people. But there was no way in the world he was giving up Cysse, ever. <BR><BR>Vick showed his invitation to the doormen and stepped inside, and was hit with a rush of humbling spendor. He couldn't help standing agape at all the lanterns and chandeliers, red carpeting and green-and-gold painted walls. The room's wide ceiling was decorated with murals of old Gondorian legends, and the next room was even more of a surprise. It was even huger, more golden and spectacular than any place he'd been. (Though he hadn't seen much of royalty's habitat at all.) <BR><BR>It was decorated with silver and gold and elegant silk, and there were waiters at the doors. Suitors stood formally almost everywhere you looked, though most were already dancing, or crowded around the center of the place. Victor tried to peer over the crowd to where they were all gawking, but could not see a thing over all the guests' heads. <BR><BR>Despite his poor-fashioned clothes, Victor was really quite good-looking when people really got a good look at him. He had a sharp-featured face, with a very pale, clear complexion, and deep green eyes and whispy black hair which just brimmed his shoulders. Sometimes people had inquired about it, him being from such a low-class and petty family and all, and he never had a good answer for it. <BR><BR>He was convinced that he had some elvish blood in him, somewhere. But he could never really be sure. Victor was very curious now as to what was going on across the room, and he was determined to see what all the commotion was about, though he already knew what it was. That girl was there... In the center of the crowd. Vick couldn't help but feel disappointed. <BR><BR><i>She's probably already with someone...</i> He thought. But what was he thinking!? Of course she was with someone! A girl that widely talked about throughout the kingdom was certainly one who'd be taken up with as soon as she entered the room. Every man ther seemed to want to meet her, even Vick did. And though he knew he would never have a chance, he wanetd to catch a glimpse of her before he left the party...
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Postby the~one~elf » Tue Jul 08, 2003 9:28 pm

Deraik walked out of the room, leaving Vanyarra standing there. 'I've seen better.' he commented to himself as he left, knowing it was not the truth. 'Now I have to find a dance partner for this next song. There were more men than women here, he noted. Most likely because of Vanyarra. A woman wouldn't be very hard to snatch up in this place. They were probably all desperate for some attention. <BR><BR>He ran a hand over his sleek, dark hair and squinted his black eyes in the garish brightness of the candlelight. His handsome features tensed up in concentration and slight anger. He didn't want to be here at all. 'I could be off somwhere near Dunland or Enedwaith by now if I had just gone with my instincts adn left before that dratted hag made me come here.' Deraik despised parties and anything social. Interacting with other people agitated him beyond any reason.<BR><BR>"Well." he mumbled, knowing nobody could hear him in this roar. Everybody was wondering where Vanyarra was. "Time to make my appearance." He dissapeared into the crowd and grabbed the elbow of the nearest young woman. 'More like a young girl.' he thought as they danced. <BR><BR>Just when he thought that it would never end, another woman pulled him to the right away from this girl and started dancing with him. 'This night is going to go on forever...I don't think I can endure it.'<BR><BR>His stomach dropped to the floor in a tsunami wave as he saw his aunt's face in the crowd, full of hope. after the song was over he walked over to her, glad for a break.<BR><BR>"Aunt." he kissed her hand gentlemanly. Deraik had lived with his aunt his entire life. "All is well, I hope?" she nodded. <BR>But what of you, dear? Have you...you know. We're worried about you, you're twenty-five and still no wife. I'll never have little nieces and nephews running about." her eyes filled with tears as he shook his head in exasperation.<BR><BR>"Aunt...you know I do not want to be married. I don't want to stay in one place."<BR><BR>Just as she was about to answer he was, to his disgust and relief, whisked out to the dance floor by a smooth pair of silk gloves.
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Postby Aranel_Sarlonde » Tue Jul 08, 2003 9:30 pm

Eärwen sat in her carriage silently thinking of the night's events that most certainly have an effect on her life. Her uncle, King Thuranduil, had sent her to the ball in Gondor (with no escort) as an ambassador for Mirkwood. Supposedly there would be other elfs there but something nagging in the back of her mind told her that wouldn't be. But as Eärwen had always done, she relented and agreed to travel for hours in a tight dk. red gown, with her long, curly, dk. brown hair pulled up into complicated designs with two blue jeweled butterflies mounted into her hair, and everyhting she wore was picked out to accent her bright teal eyes. <BR><BR>"I hate these events," she spoke outloud to the silent carriage, "What's the point of going? Uncle only wants one thing and that is for me to marry Haradil in two weeks on my birthday, but I don't love Haradil....I don't even like him." <BR><BR>The small jolt of the carriage coming to a stop devastated Eärwen, but duty called and she stepped out of the carriage with the aid of a Gondorian escort and gave him her invitation. If it was one thing Eärwen hated it was to be stared at and this escort was doing that very thing as he escorted inside. <i>He must not have ever seen an elf before</i>, she thought to herself. Although Eärwen hated to admit it, she knew she was extremely pretty and knew that this escort wasn't staring at her because of her lineage.<BR><BR>Left at the top of the long stairway in the mansion Eärwen waited to be acknowledged, as was done in Mirkwood.<i> But you're not in Mirkwood Eärwen</i>, she told herself stupidly and began her decent into the Captian of Gondor's home. "My lady," was spoken by a deep voice to her left, she turend and smiled when she saw the Captain, "Your father and uncle both spoke of your beauty but I can neither of them did you justice."<BR>"Thank you My Lord. That is very kind," she answered in her quiet, melodious voice. <BR>He smiled at her and kissed her hand, "I only speak the truth Lady Eärwen. I'm sure my son will be happy to join you perhaps a little later."<BR>"It would be my pleasure, Father," came deep voice next to them. Glancing over she saw the captain's oldest son...Boromir. She gave a gentle nod and began to wander in and out of people, listening with her elvish hearing to the whispers they thought she couldn't hear.<BR>"She's beautiful...."<BR>"I'll agree with that...."<BR>"She's a rival for Vanyarra"<BR>"No one's as incredible as Vanyarra...not even this elf."
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Postby Lindaranel » Wed Jul 09, 2003 11:38 am

Vanyarra reluctantly walked back into the crowded room. As soon as she walked in, she was whisked away by the closest man to her. She danced from partner to partner, all of which just stared at her in admiration. <i>I hate being stared at like this. Why did I let my parents push me into this?</i> She thought. <BR><BR>Vanyarra danced for half and hour strait which is not fun when you are wearing high heels. She danced her way over to the wall and sat down on a beautifully carved wooden chair. She stared down at her sky blue, low-cut dress, the one that matched her eyes. She did not want to see anyone staring at her anymore. She looked up again and she saw a lovely elf-maiden enter the room. “I hope all these men will look at her instead of me.” Vanyarra said quietly to herself.<BR><BR>A hand reached down and another man asked for a dance. <i>Why not</i> she thought, although she really didn’t want to dance, and before she could respond to the man’s request she was on her feet dancing again. Vanyarra looked about the room to see if there was any man that she hadn’t danced with yet, and while she was looking she spotted a rugged looking man standing at the entranceway to the room. She asked the man who she was dancing with at the time who the man was. “I don’t know him, he probably sneaked in and doesn’t belong here anyway.” He said in a slightly jealous tone of voice. Still Vanyarra was curious about him and unintentionally started to stare at him for a while.<BR>
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Postby HalflingOfMordor » Wed Jul 09, 2003 1:44 pm

Victor was getting more disappointed as he watched the dancers. Usually he did not mind being left out, but he had not seen one girl yet that had noticed him. He yawned and looked around again, shifting his position slightly, trying not to stay in one odd spot the whole night. Vick boredly took a glass of wine from a nearby refreshment table and sipped it slowly, still watching the dancers and wishing he would just be recognized for once. <BR><BR>A young woman was off at the left of the grand room, he thought she was an elf, who he had seen a few times now. He did a double take suddenly as his eyes caught a girl dancing at the far end of the room, dancing rather subconsciously. At first this girl had caught Victor's attention because of her looks: she was truly beautiful. Her long brown-and-gold-streaked hair swayed off her shoulders and her eyes were haunting... But what struck him even more was that she was staring - straight at him! <BR><BR>He looked to his side, and couldn't see anyone else near where he was. He was sure that he was the one she was watching. As his eyes widened and he he stared back, she suddenly realized he had seen her and she turned back quickly, continuing to dance and switched partners again. Victor was a bit embarrassed, but he couldn't take his eyes off her now. He watched her disappear into the crowd again. Was she the girl he'd heard of? She must be. But why had she been watching him? He was probably considered the least formidable man at the ball... Well, at least he'd seen her. That was probably as far as this dance would go for him. Another hour had gone by, the dancers were less energized than they had been, and Victor had now danced with two young women for a minute or two, but he could not stop thinking about that girl... <BR><BR>"I'd better go," he said to himself, "before I make an idiot out of myself again..." But just as he had turned to the door, he noticed that the same young woman he had seen before was finally sitting alone, taking a break from the dance. Before he could stop himself, and despite his lack of courage, Victor walked up to her, weaving his way through the crowd. His spirits rose even more as still no other men had yet come to ask her to dance. Vick held out his hand as she turned to him. "Would you like to dance?" He asked, the small spark of hope in him flickering as the music started up again.
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Postby Aranel_Sarlonde » Wed Jul 09, 2003 8:24 pm

Eärwen examined the people at the ball as she wandered, thankfully she hadn't yet been asked to dance. She giggled quietly at the young man with black hair tied back neatly with a leather strap. He looked thoroughly unhappy as he danced with his partner. At closer examination he was very handsome. <i>oh the last thing you need right now is to get involved with anybody, you've got enough in fornt of you with trying to get out of the wedding in two weeks</i>, she thought to herself.<BR><BR>She passed a group of men seemingly all waiting to dance with someone, she looked around and saw an extremely beautiful young lady, looking back at the group of males she copnfirmed she was the one they all waited for. "men," she whispered under her breath and continued walking. She was quite bored, she jumped slightly when a hand descended lightly on her shoulder, "My Lady, I was wondering if you might do me the honor of a dance." Eärwen looked up at the stranger and found him to be one of the men that had been in the group waiting for the other yound woman. She gave a polite smile and agreed. While the music played they spun around the room gracefully, her gown sweeping behind her. The tune ended and the young bowed as he thanked her for the turn. Rolling her eyes after he walked away she quickly made her way out of sight, hopefully. <BR><BR>Looking around her eyes once again rested on the young man with chin length black hair. She once again stifled a giggle at the young man unhappy look. But quickly stopped when she noticed him looking at her, almost angrily. <i>He must not like to be laughed at</i>, she thought trying to control a smile.
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Postby the~one~elf » Thu Jul 10, 2003 12:03 am

Deraik held one eyebrow up inquisitively at the elf. Why on earth was she laughing at him? his vision of her was obscured as he was once again whirled on the dance floor. He could feel her eyes on him, full of surpressed laughter. He smiled against his will. The woman he danced with thought the smile was for her, and flushed rapidly.<BR><BR>When the song ended he flung from his dance partner, eyes roaming the room for the elf maiden. He spotted her, being flung around the room by some old man. Now it was Deraik's turn to laugh at the sight she made. <BR><BR>her eyes met his and she smiled a little with him. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against a pillar, shaking his head at a girl walking towards him. The girl turned away, pouting. <BR><BR>It seemed an eternity until the song ended. She walked away from her partner, over to Deraik. "Hello." she said, smiling. He nodded at her, a corner of his mouth tugging up. She walked closer. "You don't look like you're having a very good time here." He sighed. "I'm here against my will, how would you feel?" her eyes widened a little, then returned to the normal size.<BR><BR>"Well so am I." her voice was almost defensive. Deraik smiled. "I'm Deraik." he held out his hand. She placed her small one in his large. "Earwen." He led her out for a dance.
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Postby Lindaranel » Thu Jul 10, 2003 6:06 am

<i>I've danced with almost every man in this room. Who else would want to dance with me?</i> Vanyarra thought when someone said "Would you like to dance?" Vanyarra chanced to look up and there he was, the man who looked like he didn't belong here at all. Out of courtesey Vanyarra stood up again on her aching feet and danced with this man. "Hello," Vanyarra said, "My name is..." Her sentance was cut off when the man said, "Vanyarra. I've heard about you before and all the men are speaking about you. My name is Victor." To Vanyarra's surprise, Victor spoke very grandly, as if he was not just some peddler that happened upon a thrown away invitation. Vanyarra was curious, "What brings you here to this town? For I don't remember seeing you here before."<BR>Victor told her of how he sells medicines, and of how he got the invitation, and more on the story of his life, while all the time staring into Vanyarra's beautiful eyes. Vanyarra started to become uncomfortable and she lowered her eyes to the floor and was swept away by another dance partner.
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Postby Aranel_Sarlonde » Thu Jul 10, 2003 12:08 pm

Eärwen smiled as she danced with Deraik. He was somehting different, alothough he fit into life at court he didn't want to. It was as though his heart belonged in the wilds with the rangers and Rohirrm. She giggled quietly at the sight of his sword, not many men brought weapons to events such as this. She liked how Deraik made her laugh, no man besides her cousin had ever been abe to do that, especially not Haradil. The last thing Eärwen wanted to do was wed that miscreant. He thought only of himself.<BR><BR>Her thoughts returned at once to the handsome man in front of her spinning her around the room gracefully. She listened to him tales of his aunt always trying to marry him off and his events while he traveled. She laughed again, it sounded so much like her life in Mirkwood, except for the excitement of traveling that she longed to have.<i>Well, after tonight, maybe some of that excitement will come</i>, she thought to herself. She had concoted a plan of not returning to Mirkwood when the ball had ended if she wasn't at the wedding she couldn't marry Haradil (it sounded logical to her). Unknown to her uncle was the small traveling bag in the carraige that had a few belongings of hers within and traveling clothes she had never had a reason to wear. <BR><BR>"What of you Eärwen? Why are you forced to be here," Deraik asked her as another song started and they continued dancing as if the first had never stoppped.<BR><BR>"My uncle wishes my presence here. The Captain had sent an invitation to my Uncle but he couldn't attend so he asked his duti-bound niece to fulfill his presence," she replied still smiling. Even talking about events she hated she could not seem to stop smiling in this young man's presence.<BR><BR>"So you agreed? Why not just decline if you did not want to come?"<BR><BR>"It's more difficult than that. I wanted to come to get away from everyone in Mirkwood and I do not plan on going back," she whispered that last part. She was quickly falling for Deraik, and she didn't even realize it.
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Postby Alaklainiel » Thu Jul 10, 2003 3:28 pm

Kaliwen's long silk gown dragged on the marble stairs as she walked up them, a click of her high heeled shoes accompanying each step. Kaliwen felt out of place here, her heart belonged to the country, not the city. She longed to ride pver the land, her golden hair flowing behind her, away from the world. Away from all humanity. Away from the webs of deceit that many people loved to weave. She didn't understand people, the human race especially. Sometimes she felt it was even a disgrace to be born a human. How she longed for the grace and wisdom af an elf maiden. She had grace and wisdom, but not that of an elf. Why did man kind have to always turn its back on its own kind, kill the race of which he came from? Kaliwen did not understand such people.<BR><BR>As she walked into the great hall she noticed the marble floor was already covered with dancers, men spinning their partners, and women blushing violently as their male partners flattered them and spun them around the room. Kaliwen's eyes darted wildly around the room, searching for Vanyarra. Then she saw her, dancing with a man, and she actually seemed to enjoy it! Usually Vanyarra dreaded these things, at least she did not spend the evenings sitting in a corner along wishing someone would ask her to dance. Yes, she was beautiful, long golden curls and dark green eyes, but the men never seemed to enjoy her company, always looking for someone more outgoing, and outgoing was something that she definetly wasn't.<BR><BR>Kaliwen walked further into the room and found a nicely carved wooden chair to sit down in. THere she waited for a man to come ask her to dance. To her surprise, one came rather quickly. He was not a handsome man, though his smile was pleasant and Kaliwen decided to give it a go. The man took her hand and led her out to dance. As they dance Kaliwen all of the sudden felt overwhelmed with the urge to be sick. The man's breath was heavy with the sceant of liquor and he was obviously drunk. She pulled away from the man quickly and rudely and ran to get out side. On her way out she accidently bumped into a couple dancing, an elf and a man. <BR><BR>"Thats strange," she thought, " An elf all the way out here, just for a simple ball? Interesting..." but Kaliwen didn't think for long, she needed fresh air, she needed to get outside.
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Postby HalflingOfMordor » Thu Jul 10, 2003 7:41 pm

As Vick broke away from Vanyarra and she took up with another dance partner, he couldn't help but feel rather depressed. The young woman had avoided his gaze, and he couldn't help feeling that he had done something wrong. He watched her dance for a moment, then when she was lost in the crowd again Victor sighed and turned to the door. He had not been able to keep Vanyarra out of his thoughts before, and now the image of her beautiful eyes lingered in his mind, and he felt somewhat tormented by it. He knew that this might be the last time he ever saw her, but what could he do about it? <BR><BR>Vick stepped outside onto the terrace, into the cool night air. He couldn't stop thinking about his dance with Vanyarra. Why was he so stubborn, and for the one woman he was sure to be denied by? "Well, she didn't refuse to dance with me..." He thought, trying to be more optimistic about this. Maybe things weren't so bad as he thought. He might see her again...<BR><BR>As he stood gazing up at the dark night's sky, he heard someone else come out from the ball, too. Victor turned and saw the woman, in a long silk dress, resting against pillars, seemingly out of breath, as she was breathing deeply and gratifiedly. She was very pretty, too, but Victor did not notice. He was still thinking about Vanyarra... <i>I'll bet she's met hundreds of men like me.</i> He muttered to himself, becoming a little more depressed. He glanced again over at the young woman who had stepped outside and thought for a moment about asking her why she was not dancing inside as well, but he was too lost in his thoughts. <BR><BR>Vick suddenly heard a soft hiss come from the gardens below him. He broke out of his train out thought and leaned over, gazing down into the vines and shrubs. "Oh, no..." He muttered oftly to himself, "Not now, Cesse..." The snake's shining black scales appeared underneath the vines, glinting in the moonlight. "Cesse, go away!" He hissed softly at the cobra, "Go away..." <BR><BR>Victor turned back up again, his eyes silently searching around him. At least no one had seen him talking to the bushes so far... That was the last thing he needed. He sighed as the snake disappeared again and got back to wondering about Vanyarra. <i>Maybe I should leave now...</i> But he couldn't leave, not until he had seen her one last time. Vick decided he would stay outside for a few minutes more, then go inside and try again to find Vanyarra.
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Postby the~one~elf » Thu Jul 10, 2003 8:44 pm

Deraik smiled down at Earwen. She was full of life. The song was nearly over when a woman came running at them, running into him. She paused for half a second and continued outside. Deraik shook his head a little and continued to talk and dance with Earwen. He had never really had anybody to tell his adventures to, and she was an eager listener. <BR><BR><BR> Deraik started back in on his latest adventure, where he had bumped into a group of unfriendly dwarves. He told it halfheartedly, his mind lingering on the woman who had bumped into them earlier. He couldn't shake the brief image of her face, contorted in disgust and despair. <BR><BR>He smiled at Earwen again. He hated to depart from her company, but he needed to shake this woman from his mind. He parted from her, an apologetic smile. "I'll be back to dance with you soon. Go mingle, I need some air. But you must promise to save a few dances for me." before she could answer he walked out the door he had seen the woman go through. It led to a high balcony. <BR><BR>He saw a man out there, Deraik didn't pay attention to that. He spotted the woman, grasping a pillar as though it was the only thing holding her from the ground.<BR><BR>He walked up to her, a worried expression etched into his features. She had seemed so...lost. "Excuse me...Miss? Are you alright?" She turned to him slowly and tentatively. She bit her lip. "I am fine." He nodded, turning and looking over the city. Her voice was cold and biting. "You don't look fine." He added extra warmth to his own tone, hoping it would melt the ice in hers.
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Postby Aranel_Sarlonde » Thu Jul 10, 2003 9:30 pm

Eärwen watched slightly dissappointed as Deraik left her side. But hopeful that he'd keep his promise and mingled with the host and his family. It had been a long time since she'd seen the family and really wnated to catch up with her friends Boromir and Faramir. As earlier said Boromir did ask for his dance and she complied. But as they danced Eärwen's mind lingered on Deraik.<BR><BR>She had been best friends with the two Gonodorian brothers when they had become of age and had started visiting Mirkwood with their father. At first her cousin Legolas had warned her to stay away from the eldest but soon found that she connected with him better than the younger brother. Boromir would talk endlessly of his adventures and life as a Steward of Gondor, he was very patriotic about the kingdom he lived in.<BR><BR> Three songs how now gone by as she had been traded back and forth between Boromir and Faramir. Raising her hand to motion for no more between the two brtohers she smiled and giggles when they both offered their arms to escort her back to their father. Accomadating both of them, she briefly looked around the ball room to see if she could cath a glimpse of Deraik but sighed with quiet sadness when she did not see him.<BR><BR>"Eärwen, dear. I'd like you to meet Vanyarra. she's very popular here in Gonodor," stated the Captain as she rejoyed him with his sons.<BR>"I'm please to meet you Vanyarra. I can see why you have such a hard time ridding yourself of male affection," she smiled and politely joked.<BR><BR>Vanyarra smiled and gave a quiet laugh. From Eärwen's perceptive Elvish eyes she could see Vanyarra did not want to be here anymore than she did.
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Postby Lindaranel » Fri Jul 11, 2003 6:24 am

“Yes, I guess it’s just my great personality.” Vanyarra said, but she knew it was not true. Some men were getting jealous by now that she was talking to an elf and not them, so Vanyarra gestured to Earwen to go outside to the garden in the back. Earwen thought for a minute and glanced around the room a couple of times before she decided to follow Vanyarra to the beautiful early spring air.<BR><BR>When out in the garden Earwen said, “I noticed that you do not want to be here.”<BR>“No, I did not, I still don’t, but it isn’t half as bad as ones before.” Vanyarra answered with a bit of relief in her voice, relief of being out side, relief of being away from men, relief or being able to talk to someone.<BR><BR>Vanyarra and Earwen talked for a while and then Earwen motioned to go inside. It seemed like Earwen was waiting for someone. As soon as they got back inside, Vanyarra wanted to look for Deraik, she had not seen him since the sword fight, which by far was the highlight of her day.<BR>
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Postby the~one~elf » Fri Jul 11, 2003 9:02 pm

The woman gave him a slightly less icy smile. "I'm alright. Please...I want to be alone." He nodded, thinking about how he could talk to her later. "May I ask your name?" she didn't answer. "Mine is Deraik." he hoped this would make her less bashful.<BR><BR>She eyed him, as though testing whether she should tell him or not. "Kaliwen..." Deraik took her hand in his in a farewell, squeezing it slightly before he turned around.<BR><BR> He gave a slight bow and walked back into the room, looking for Earwen or Vanyarra. He spotted them standing together. "How convenient." he smiled, walking over to them. <BR><BR>"Hello, ladies." they both smiled up at him. "I trust you haven't missed my company too much?"
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Postby Alaklainiel » Fri Jul 11, 2003 11:16 pm

Kaliwen watched as the man came and went and she felt as though she should've invited him to stay with her longer, though she needed to be alone at the moment. Kaliwen needed time to think things through. When she went home tonight, without plans for a future husband, her father would arrange her to be married. Yes, it was true Kaliwen did want to be married someday, but when that day came, she wanted to marry out of love, not out of force. Tears began to swell up in Kaliwen's eyes. Where was Vanyarra when she needed her? Where was anyone when she needed someone? Tears began to spill down her cheeks and Kaliwen covered her face with her hands. Gasping for breath, her body shaking, slowly Kaliwen fell to the ground on her knees. She knew her dress would be a mess after this but she didn't care. She needed someone to talk to anyone...<BR><BR>Kaliwen suddenly noticed a man who was also standing outside. She knew she would never have the courage to actually go up to him, but it helped to know someone was still outside with her. She was not entirely alone in this world. Slowly Kaliwen stood up and reagined her composure. She smoothed down her silk gown and pulled her golden locks aay from her high cheek boned face. She wiped her teary green eyes on her bare hands and walked over to the edge of the balcony and stared at the moon.<BR><BR>Almost to herself but hoping the other man would hear Kaliwen said, "It's a beautiful night, isn't it?" The stars glistened in the sky nd they reminded Kaliwen of part of a song her grand mother used to sing.<BR><BR><i>Star of wonder, <BR>star of light, <BR>star with royal beauty bright.</i><BR><BR>Suddenly Kaliwen noticed herself humming the tune quietly to herself while she waited for the other man to reply. Maybe he wouldn't reply, but Kaliwen was all of a sudden overwhelmed with a sense of peace, and sense that everything was going to be oaky, a sense that someone who was greater than her was looking out for her, watching over her.
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Postby Lindaranel » Sat Jul 19, 2003 3:24 pm

As Deraik approached, Vanyarra saw a glimmer in Earwen’s eye and without recognizing it, Vanyarra felt a little jealous. This was the first ball that she had been to when she met someone she thought she connected with, but Vanyarra just blew the prospect of this man being her true love away. Vanyarra unwillingly let Deraik and Earwen dance and she turned around to the door. What she saw then, she would not forget in a long time. A man, so fair and handsome, who had a beautiful smile and somewhat of a rugged look about him. Almost all the women, upon seeing this man, rushed over and greeted him, hoping to win his heart and have a dance, but Vanyarra stayed where she was. This man looked up and over all the crowed and spotted Vanyarra. He later commented, When I looked up, I saw the face of an angel, and I knew at once that she should be mine. Unconsciously, they started drifting towards each other. The entire world around them was no more. They heard the music start up, Vanyarra fell into this man’s arms and they danced. They danced in their own little world, just the two of them. They danced for many songs strait through, yet they never got tired. <BR><BR>Suddenly, Vanyarra awoke from her dream world, she looked into this man’s eyes, all the cares that she had were forgotten. Vanyarra managed to look around her and she saw Deraik, he was looking at her, but Vanyarra could not read his expression. She looked out the door, and her dearest friend was there, looking so forsaken, but at the same time so peaceful. Vanyarra wanted to look back into the eyes of the man holding her and go back into the dream world, but she couldn’t bring herself to do so. Vanyarra was having an inner battle, but finally she broke off this man and ran outside right next to Kaliwen. All of her cares and concerns flooded back into her head and she began to cry, she couldn’t stop herself. She was aware that Vick was there too, but she kept crying. Kaliwen comforted Vanyarra by humming a tune to a song that always made Vanyarra feel better. Kaliwen started singing the words and Vanyarra sang with her.<BR><BR><i>Star of wonder<BR>Star of night<BR>Star with royal beauty bright</i><BR><BR>“With that voice, even Luthien would be jealous.”<BR><BR>Vanyarra was startled. She looked up and saw the man that she had apparently fallen in love with.<BR><BR>“I’m sorry that we didn’t get introduced properly. My name is Michael, and from what my sources tell me, you are Vanyarra.” said the man<BR><BR>Vanyarra, still being a little overwhelmed by all of this, managed a nod and a smile. Michael, seeing how she needed some time alone with her friend, left them alone, giving a slight hello nod to Vick.<BR><BR><i>Star of wonder<BR>Star of night<BR>Star with royal beauty bright</i><BR><BR>All did seem better in the world now. A sense of peace came over her as she looked up into the magnificent skies. She saw a shooting star and made a wish. Kaliwen saw the star then saw Vanyarra’s eyes close.<BR><BR>“What did you wish for?” Kaliwen inquiered.<BR><BR>“I’ll never tell.” Vanyarra replied with a somewhat of a teasing smile on her face.<BR><BR>Kaliwen was glad to see Vanyarra smile, she looked over to Vick and Kaliwen and Vanyarra glided back inside.
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Postby the~one~elf » Sun Jul 20, 2003 12:03 pm

Deraik shook his head as a woman came up to dance with him. He didn't feel like dancing. He was getting very restless all of a sudden. Fresh air whizzing by while he was racing along on horseback, fighting to the death sounded good to him right then. Vanyarra was dancing with some man now. Earwen and Kaliwen were nowhere in sight. <BR><BR>"What do I think of those three?" he mumbled to himself. "Kaliwen I barely know, but she seems rather intriguing. Earwen and Vanyarra..." he droned off into his own thoughts, refusing to think about women any longer. "Love is nothing but trouble. What I need now is a new adventure...something to DO."<BR><BR>He slumped a little in his chair as his aunt started walking up. 'Please don't let her see me, please don't let her see me!' "Deraik! Why are you not dancing?!" Deraik shrugged, looking around frantically for an escape from this. "I was fixing to go ask someone-"<BR><BR>"Well then get to it! You know, I want you to be married and be happy! That was your mother's last wish..." Deraik drowned her out, cheek resting against a smooth stone pillar. Finally he couldn't take it anymore.<BR><BR>"Aunt, how many times have I told you, I don't wish to be married!" He got up and stormed off to the doors leading outside. He had had enough.
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Postby Alaklainiel » Mon Jul 21, 2003 2:35 pm

Kaliwen stood by the edge of the balcony humming to herself suddenly not caring that Vanyarra had left her and she was alone, for in her heart she knew that there was someone with her. Kaliwen began to dance on the balcony pretending she had a male partner, though really just dancing with air. Kaliwen soon was relaxed and was dancing gracefully around the balcony with her eyes in a relaxed closed state. All of a sudden Kaliwen fell to the ground. At first she didn't know what had happened but when she looked up she realized she had bumped into a man, the very same man that had asked her name earlier this evening. He was looking rather upset and slightly suprised as he looked down at her. <BR><BR>"I'm.. I'm so sorry!" Kaliwen quickly stammered as she pulled herself back to her feet. She quickly spun around to hide her embarassment and began to walk away when she felt a hand grab her arm. A voice then called from behind her. "Don't go..." but the man let go of her and then walked to the edge of the balcony and Kaliwen knew she was free to go or stay. A part of her wanted to go talkw tih the man to see why he was looking so forlorn, but another part of her wanted to quickly run away and hide amoung the dancing couples and drunken men. She felt torn and did not know rather to go or stay finally she decided just to sit down outside for awhile.<BR><BR>Kaliwen walked over to a white wooden bench surrounded with hanging pots of flowers and lacey canopys. She sat down on the bench and was not feeling so happy anymore. She was now back in the world. The world that wanted to make her get married, the world that wanted to turn her into some house wife with no life. Her problems suddenly came flooding back to her and she felt overwhelmed once again. She began to talk to herself quietly "What am I going to do, what am I going to do? Go home, run away, what other option is there? If I go home I get married if I run away I probably die. Death, marriage, death, marriage..." Kaliwen sudeenly heard foot steps and looked up to see a man sit down beside her. It was Deraik.<BR><BR>"Did you hear all of that?" Kaliwen asked shyly. The man nodded and smiled a little. " Sir, if you don't mind, why are you looking so forlorn on this eve of such beauty? You seemed quite joyful before. May I ask what is bothering you?"
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Postby Aranel_Sarlonde » Mon Jul 21, 2003 5:08 pm

Eärwen stood silently once again with her host. She smiled politely at the Captain's jokes then excused herself and began to wander once again around the ballroom. She turned abruptly when she heard Deraik's voice rise above the quiet conversation's around the room.<BR><BR><i>Aunt, how many times have I told you, I don't wish to bemarried!"</i><BR><BR>She turned her teal eyes towards the victim of his shouting and saw an older woman standing shocked all by herself. Eärwen quickly made her way over to her, "Are you all right?"<BR>The woman looked at Eärwen and smiled politely, "No, I don't think I am." "Let me help you sit down," Eärwen replied and helped her sit down by a table that sat near a window overlooking the gardens. Joining the woman Eärwen focused her attention but not so much so that it seemed intrusive, but she listened tentively when she began to speak, "I'm an old woman. Foolish to my nephew. My sister's last wish in the world was that her son get married and be happy, one of the only things I want is to see him have a family of his own. I don't understand him, all he wants is to travel and go on his adventures. He has no comprehension of what life could give him if only he'd try," she felt the woman's eyes on her, "But a pretty young thing like you doesn't want to hear the ramblings of an old woman. Go enjoy the ball, my dear. I'll be okay."<BR><BR>A small smile graced her lips remembering that the woman had called a "pretty young thing"; almost 995 it was strange to be called young but on the other hand it was relatively young for an elf. Reluctantly Eärwen stood and left Deraik's aunt by herself. She understood both of their wishes. Deraik just wanted to live his life without the pressures that his aunt put upon him, but his aunt only wanted him to be happy. Sighing she continued to walk she spotted Deraik from behind and started to walk up to him but stopped when she saw he was involved in a conversation with the young lady who had bumped into Her and Deraik earlier. She desperatly wanted to speak with him but didn't want to interrupt. So she sat down again in a chair that sat near the balcony opening and tried to watch inadvertantly, if he walked away she'd certainly want to catch him before he dissappeared again.<BR>
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Postby the~one~elf » Mon Jul 21, 2003 9:45 pm

Deraik ran his hand over his slick hair until it rested on the leather strap holding it back. <BR><BR>"Yes. Its quite similar to your...situation." Kaliwen nodded. "How so?"<BR><BR>"Well, My aunt, the darling woman, wants nothing more than for me to wed. But I want...I don't know what I want." he chuckled. It rang through the air brittle and false. "I suppose I just want to be a wanderer. A loner."<BR><BR>He sighed, putting his hands on his knees, staring at the ground. "I just...I don't know why on earth I'm telling you this. But I just want to be free from all of this."<BR><BR>He seemed to need to say more, but stopped. <BR><BR>"That's foolish, isn't it." his chuckle was even more false than the previous one. An almost sad tone laced his voice now.<BR><BR>"So." he brightened up. "I saw you were dancing before. Want to try it with a partner this time?" before she could answer he grabbed her hand and started dancing to the music that creeped through the partially open door. His laughter rang through the night, not a false note found.
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Postby Aranel_Sarlonde » Mon Jul 21, 2003 11:02 pm

Eärwen peaked through the partially open door and saw Deraik and another woman dancing. The sound of his laughter practically broke her heart, she wanted to be the one to make him laugh like that. She had to be careful, to give her heart to someone who didn't return the affection was very dangerous. If her affections weren't returned she could die from a broken heart as was a curse on the elvish.Which was one of the reasons she didn't wnat to marry Haldir. She opened the door a littel bit more then decided it wasn't worth being saddened even more, turned and walked away her butterfly hair ornaments glittering from the light in the hallway.<BR><BR>Her dark red gown swept behind her as she walked back into the ballroom, she wanted to leave, she had to leave. Quickly making her way over to the Captain and his family and smiled, "My Captain , I'm afraid I must take my leave. The night is late and the rode to Mirkwood is long."<BR><BR>"Oh, my Lady Eärwen it sadden me to see you leave so early. We will have to visit your family soon," The Captain of Gondor told her a smile warming to his eyes.<BR><BR>Eärwen tried to offer a true smile but her thoughts betrayed her, <i>'It is too bad I will not be there to enjoy it as well.'</i> "Yes, I'm sure my family would enjoy that. Boromir, Faramir, it was wonderful to see you two again."<BR><BR>Boromir offered his roguish smile that melted a woman's insides and kissed Eärwen's hand, "I hope to see you soon Eärwen."<BR><BR>"As do I Eärwen," Faramir added moving his brother aside and taking Eärwen's hand in his own.<BR><BR>Eärwen quickly made her last goodbyes and practically ran up the stairs from the ballroom without actualyl running. <i>'If I do this right, I can grab my things and get away before they inform my father and my uncle that I'm gone,'</i> she thought to herslef as she made her way slowly down the hallway not paying attention to her surroundings. She could get in the carriage, grab her things then knock the carriage driver out, saddle the horse and off she'd go.
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Postby the~one~elf » Tue Jul 22, 2003 12:20 pm

Deraik stopped dancing and squeezed Kaliwen's hand. "And with that, my dear lady, I must be off. I won't be returning this time I don't think..."<BR><BR>"Why not?"<BR><BR>"I'm..." He sighed. "Suffocating here."<BR><BR>"Oh. Well I think I'm going to go look for Vanyarra. Goodbye, Deraik, it was a pleasure to meet you." there was something in her voice he could not pin down.<BR><BR>Deraik kissed her hand gently and released it, bowing slightly. "The pleasure was mine."<BR><BR>With that he walked out to the ballroom and down the hall. He spotted Earwen. 'Should I call out to her or not? She looks to be quite deep in thought.'<BR><BR>"Earwen!" he called out anyway. She whipped around.<BR><BR>"Deraik!" she sounded rather pleased.
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Postby Lindaranel » Tue Jul 22, 2003 12:58 pm

Vanyarra danced with Michael for two more songs. Then Vanyarra said, “Why don’t we go now. Go somewhere away from this ball. Somewhere…” Her voice trailed off seeing that Michael was thinking the same things in his mind. Michael took Vanyarra by the hand and they walked towards the door. As Vanyarra passed the captain she nodded farewell to him and his sons. Outside, Michael and Vanyarra slowed their pace even more. Vanyarra looked into Michael’s beautiful eyes and again, she forgot all her cares. They arrived under a willow, sat down, and talked for a long time. <BR><BR>The night was growing late and Vanyarra had to leave for home. She was almost sad that she did not get to say goodbye to the wonderful people she had met. Somehow, she knew in her heart that she would see them again, although she did not know when. Vanyarra mounted her beautiful horse Losse, and Michael kissed her softly on the cheek. Vanyarra had not felt so wonderful in all her life. She thought she had met her ‘True Love,’ and the night was so beautiful that you could not be sad. All the way home she thought of Michael, but her wish kept popping up into her head. She hoped dearly that her wish would come true soon, but she was willing to wait.
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Postby Aranel_Sarlonde » Tue Jul 22, 2003 4:57 pm

Eärwen had turned at the sound of her name and saw Deraik. She ran back to him, no easy feat in her dress boots, she almost threw her arms arund his neck in a hug but restrained herself in time. A confused smile crossed her face, "Why are you leaving now?"<BR><BR>"Probably for the same reason you are, " he countered and looked her straight in the eye, "I know it didn't seem like it at the time but I heard what you said about not going back to Mirkwood."<BR><BR>Eärwen diverted her eyes to the ground, "and what about it?" She saw her carriage driver look at her so she pulled Deraik with her out of earshot, "I'm not going back. I thought you of all people would understand that you hate life at court it would seem more than I do."<BR><BR>"I do. But for one who has been at curt so long I find it curious that you don't want to go back," he told her walking with her.<BR><BR>"For the same reason you don't want to be here. I have an arranged marriage waiting for me at home and I plan not to attend," she told him quiet anger rising in her voice at the mere mention of the prison that waited for her at home.
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Postby the~one~elf » Tue Jul 22, 2003 10:24 pm

Deraik grinned, but then noticing the emotion welling up in her throat, he put his hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..." she shook her head, smiling a little. <BR><BR>"Its alright."<BR><BR>He nodded. "So where are you going to go now?" she shook her head. "Where are you going?" he chuckled. "Wherever the wind leads me. Anywhere but here." She shifted a little bit, a nervous giggle escaped her lips. "Where do you suppose the wind will lead you?"<BR><BR>Deraik laughed. "I don't know. North, maybe? I've never been to the Farthings." he smiled again. "You look nervous." his voice was tinted with concern.<BR><BR>"Oh...its nothing. Just...not going home and all..." he nodded in understanding.
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