From: Heltevir_at_aol.com
Date: Tue Dec 30 2003 - 14:54:22 GMT
Siri stiffened just a bit at the touch on her shoulder, her fingers reaching
up to briefly touch the hand that rested there. It was only Nightwind trying
to be reassuring she told herself, but some cold sliver of worry turned in her
stomach. Aside from Andre she wasn't used to being touched in anything of a
friendly manner. And even he mostly kept his distance understanding her sketchy
boundaries that she had just began learning to dissolve.
Still she patted the weaponsmith's hand, giving him a small smile over her
shoulder. "Thank you Nightwind. You're right. This simply isn't worth continuing
given our current circumstances. And no, I'm in no need of help at the
moment. But thank you for asking. That was very.. sweet of you."
She gave T'sunami a last hard look, then Grendahl as he spoke up before
retreating to her pack, ignoring any further heated conversation. She'd always
hated arguing. But then again she'd always lost before. It was hard to continue
shouting and cursing when one's hands were wrapped around your throat.
The need to fight for herself, for her friends was perhaps a little too
strong. She needed to understand better. To listen better. And perhaps not to jump
so high or fast when it came to growling out threats and jibes. She was in
unfamiliar territory. Unfamiliar dangers. And for the first time had something
with a price that went beyond herself to defend: she had companions. And that
ment handling things a bit differently. And softenening some instead of
bristling like a wet cat against everything.
With a sigh she shouldered her pack, giving a cursory glance to her stepson
to ensure his well being, then to Illyana and Astran to make sure that no trace
of worry still lined their face. For some reason the girl's tears could throw
her into a quick rage, though she wasn't sure why. Was it perhaps that she
couldn't remember ever feeling that young and happy and innocent. Perhaps.
Perhaps it was because she had love in her heart and Siri felt the distinct need to
squash anything that tried to spoil it for her. Protectiveness, ahhh yes.
Then to Kestrel and Nightwind who oddly semed to be slowly drifting apart.
The lady elf stood diminutively next to the quiet archer most of the time, eyes
shyly half-lidded. Curiouser still, Kestrel's partner and guardian seemed to
be rather helpful and watchful of her, Siri noted. Had she seemed more needy?
Or a loose cannon? Or fragile? She hated the thought of that. The last thing
she wanted to seem was incapable or weak.
To try and steady the notion she game Nightwind a smile, a bit rusty around
the edges, but sure. She could be counted on, she needed others to know that.
She could be strong and would be. Even if she was emotional and mouthy and on
the road to self destruction if she wasn't careful. Siri was a fighter and she
had a good many things to do before passing into the long night. There was no
need to tempt the timeline to make it come a bit faster.
"Right Grendahl, let's move then. Where to?"
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