Kallysti
05-18-2006, 09:39 AM
((A roughly written bit of fun... this is the first half. Will post the other half later once the dialogue gets worked out, lol. Kind of a dumb title I guess, but it was fun writing.))
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...and their devotions, through which they channel a greater healing power. For these reasons, and others too numerous to mention, I believe that...
Daenri frowned at what she'd written so far. She stuck out her lower lip and puffed an annoyed breath at reddish brown bangs that had fallen across her eyes again. This assignment had been about choosing your deity. And apparantly her teachers wanted to hear more than: "Tunare 'cause she's the wood elf one." She sighed to herself, As if the gods even see us anymore... or care. She glanced around surrepticiously at this blasphemous thought then smiled at her own paranoia. She leaned back against the shady tree she'd chosen to sit under while feigning her studies. The assignment still needed done, surely, but that was not why she was here today. She watched the comings and goings from the Qeynos scouts' guild very carefully out of the corner of her eye. So far, though, she hadn't seen him...
"Hard at work today, little one?" came an amused voice at her shoulder.
She didn't even look up. "Hi, Tery," she said with only mild annoyance. She knew she couldn't expect to sit outside in Eldarr Grove for long without one or more of the scouts coming to check on their 'little sister'. At least Terylian wasn't as bad as some of them. In fact, he was about the only one who acted more like a sibling than a parent. The others were much worse. Especially the rangers, her father's friends. She couldn't even get past the front gates without one of them popping up to escort her. And she couldn't sneak past one of them, let alone a dozen or more!
The silence stretched for a moment as he read over her shoulder. "That's all a bunch of bunk, you know," he told her matter-of-factly.
"Pardon? What do you know about..."
"This. This whole 'Who I Want to Worship When I Grow Up' thing that you're writing here. And I'll tell you what's wrong: I'm not mentioned once!" she slapped the book shut on the paper now, not caring if the ink got smeared. She stuffed the book in her bag as he continued blithely, "'Tunare this' and 'Tunare that'... should be, 'My deity is Terylian Oakbridge, the Mighty... Mighty good-looking, that is. God of...'"
"...arrogant fools?" she finished for him.
She could hear him shrug, "Hm, I was going to say 'young maidens' fancies' but that works as well... oh!" he suddenly exclaimed, as if just remembering something, "close your eyes, girl."
"Why?" she asked and suddenly suspicious tried to turn her head to look.
Black chain-mailed hands appeared, lightly resting on either side of her face and acting as momentary blinders. "Just humor me, close your eyes a moment," she tried to turn again. "C'mon, D. Just trust me."
"The swashbuckler's famous last words. And what followed those words the last time you asked them?" Daenri retorted but closed her eyes and covered them with her hands anyway.
"Hey," he chuckled in response, and she could faintly hear him moving around her, "that's not fair. Those halflings fully recovered, as you well know!" He cleared his throat a little. Her eyes stayed closed. He cleared his throat a little more loudly, "That means you can look," he told her with a mock sigh.
She smiled and took her hands off of her eyes. And there he stood, looking off to the right in a nonchalant pose. Maiden's fancy, indeed, she almost giggled out loud. Oh, there was no doubt he was handsome: with bottomless blue eyes and a mop of artfully disarrayed blonde curls the tall Ayr'dal cut a dashing, timeless figure. That look, coupled with Tery's confident, almost cocky, sense of bravado made for the perfectly 'classic' rogue. But Daenri had stopped mooning over him a few years back, when her father had told her a few things about her 'big brother'. And there was also the fact that the half elf was old enough to be her father. Though you would not know it to look at him, or even by watching him for a while: 'growing up' was not a prerequisite for for his trade, apparantly, and he enjoyed taking full advantage of it. Unless he was in battle and then with daggers appearing as if by magic, he was deadly serious business. Or so she'd heard: she was still far too inexperienced to even get near the places he and the other scouts frequented.
"Well?" he tilted his head a little, so that the brim of the roundish headpiece hid one deep sapphire eye and the other peered down at her with a contrived haughtiness. With a pristine white feathery plume pinning the right side of it against his head, the hat was obviously his newest prize.
She cupped her chin in one hand and eyed him critically. "I don't know," the little Fier'dal shook her head, teasing, "You... lost weight?" He raised an eyebrow at her. "Hm... something is different, I just can't put my finger on it..."
He shook his head and even the feather in his cap seemed to wilt in a faux disappointment.
Daenri grinned but said with all the nonchalance she could muster, "Nice hat, Tery." Her merry golden-green eyes shone with amusement as the statuesque young/old rogue squatted down to eye level with her.
"This, my dear girl," he said solemnly, "is why you could never have been one of us." He shook his head, "Such a lamentable lack of style..." She snorted, about to respond but he quickly continued, "And not to change the subject or anything but that new ranger you've been asking after... oh, don't look at me like that, you haven't exactly been subtle... the one you've been so curious about? He's probably going to be down soon, actually, I saw him up top. But you be careful, little one, I know how you can get... and this one, this new fellow, he's an odd one. Not just that he's quiet, no, you get that from a lot of rangers... and it's not just that he's appeared out of nowhere. But that's a part of it..." he looked up and she followed his gaze. The lift from the scouts' guild was coming down with somebody on it. Tery reached out and ruffled her hair with one hand then reached up to adjust his own as he stood. "You just be careful, girl," he said fondly and in the blink of an eye, he was just... gone. But Daenri was used to that.
There was a soft thud as the nearby lift touched the bottom and the blonde Fier'dal stranger strode purposefully towards the Willow Wood. Daenri quickly scooped up her book and bags and trotted on after him.
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...and their devotions, through which they channel a greater healing power. For these reasons, and others too numerous to mention, I believe that...
Daenri frowned at what she'd written so far. She stuck out her lower lip and puffed an annoyed breath at reddish brown bangs that had fallen across her eyes again. This assignment had been about choosing your deity. And apparantly her teachers wanted to hear more than: "Tunare 'cause she's the wood elf one." She sighed to herself, As if the gods even see us anymore... or care. She glanced around surrepticiously at this blasphemous thought then smiled at her own paranoia. She leaned back against the shady tree she'd chosen to sit under while feigning her studies. The assignment still needed done, surely, but that was not why she was here today. She watched the comings and goings from the Qeynos scouts' guild very carefully out of the corner of her eye. So far, though, she hadn't seen him...
"Hard at work today, little one?" came an amused voice at her shoulder.
She didn't even look up. "Hi, Tery," she said with only mild annoyance. She knew she couldn't expect to sit outside in Eldarr Grove for long without one or more of the scouts coming to check on their 'little sister'. At least Terylian wasn't as bad as some of them. In fact, he was about the only one who acted more like a sibling than a parent. The others were much worse. Especially the rangers, her father's friends. She couldn't even get past the front gates without one of them popping up to escort her. And she couldn't sneak past one of them, let alone a dozen or more!
The silence stretched for a moment as he read over her shoulder. "That's all a bunch of bunk, you know," he told her matter-of-factly.
"Pardon? What do you know about..."
"This. This whole 'Who I Want to Worship When I Grow Up' thing that you're writing here. And I'll tell you what's wrong: I'm not mentioned once!" she slapped the book shut on the paper now, not caring if the ink got smeared. She stuffed the book in her bag as he continued blithely, "'Tunare this' and 'Tunare that'... should be, 'My deity is Terylian Oakbridge, the Mighty... Mighty good-looking, that is. God of...'"
"...arrogant fools?" she finished for him.
She could hear him shrug, "Hm, I was going to say 'young maidens' fancies' but that works as well... oh!" he suddenly exclaimed, as if just remembering something, "close your eyes, girl."
"Why?" she asked and suddenly suspicious tried to turn her head to look.
Black chain-mailed hands appeared, lightly resting on either side of her face and acting as momentary blinders. "Just humor me, close your eyes a moment," she tried to turn again. "C'mon, D. Just trust me."
"The swashbuckler's famous last words. And what followed those words the last time you asked them?" Daenri retorted but closed her eyes and covered them with her hands anyway.
"Hey," he chuckled in response, and she could faintly hear him moving around her, "that's not fair. Those halflings fully recovered, as you well know!" He cleared his throat a little. Her eyes stayed closed. He cleared his throat a little more loudly, "That means you can look," he told her with a mock sigh.
She smiled and took her hands off of her eyes. And there he stood, looking off to the right in a nonchalant pose. Maiden's fancy, indeed, she almost giggled out loud. Oh, there was no doubt he was handsome: with bottomless blue eyes and a mop of artfully disarrayed blonde curls the tall Ayr'dal cut a dashing, timeless figure. That look, coupled with Tery's confident, almost cocky, sense of bravado made for the perfectly 'classic' rogue. But Daenri had stopped mooning over him a few years back, when her father had told her a few things about her 'big brother'. And there was also the fact that the half elf was old enough to be her father. Though you would not know it to look at him, or even by watching him for a while: 'growing up' was not a prerequisite for for his trade, apparantly, and he enjoyed taking full advantage of it. Unless he was in battle and then with daggers appearing as if by magic, he was deadly serious business. Or so she'd heard: she was still far too inexperienced to even get near the places he and the other scouts frequented.
"Well?" he tilted his head a little, so that the brim of the roundish headpiece hid one deep sapphire eye and the other peered down at her with a contrived haughtiness. With a pristine white feathery plume pinning the right side of it against his head, the hat was obviously his newest prize.
She cupped her chin in one hand and eyed him critically. "I don't know," the little Fier'dal shook her head, teasing, "You... lost weight?" He raised an eyebrow at her. "Hm... something is different, I just can't put my finger on it..."
He shook his head and even the feather in his cap seemed to wilt in a faux disappointment.
Daenri grinned but said with all the nonchalance she could muster, "Nice hat, Tery." Her merry golden-green eyes shone with amusement as the statuesque young/old rogue squatted down to eye level with her.
"This, my dear girl," he said solemnly, "is why you could never have been one of us." He shook his head, "Such a lamentable lack of style..." She snorted, about to respond but he quickly continued, "And not to change the subject or anything but that new ranger you've been asking after... oh, don't look at me like that, you haven't exactly been subtle... the one you've been so curious about? He's probably going to be down soon, actually, I saw him up top. But you be careful, little one, I know how you can get... and this one, this new fellow, he's an odd one. Not just that he's quiet, no, you get that from a lot of rangers... and it's not just that he's appeared out of nowhere. But that's a part of it..." he looked up and she followed his gaze. The lift from the scouts' guild was coming down with somebody on it. Tery reached out and ruffled her hair with one hand then reached up to adjust his own as he stood. "You just be careful, girl," he said fondly and in the blink of an eye, he was just... gone. But Daenri was used to that.
There was a soft thud as the nearby lift touched the bottom and the blonde Fier'dal stranger strode purposefully towards the Willow Wood. Daenri quickly scooped up her book and bags and trotted on after him.