From: Jhez Salin (Jhez_at_wanadoo.dk)
Date: Wed Jan 14 2004 - 03:56:35 GMT
Illyana tries to hear whatever it is Kestrel is whispering to Siri, but
fails. She too has been wondering what would make Kestrel so jumpy and
scared, but it has become obvious to her that the elf did not feel like
including her in her confidence. For a second her face is saddened and she
turns away from the group to hide it. She so wanted to get to know the
beautiful elf. All her life she has heard stories about how wonderful and
magical elves were before Bloodwood. How beautiful the Queens Court was
back before the Scourge. Kestrel, Nightwind, Lyra and Selwyn are not the
first elves she has seen, but the first elves she has actually talked to.
And now she speaks the beautiful language of the elves - and has the
opportunity to talk to an elf from before the Scourge! In so many ways it
is a wonderful life. She smiles and turns to Selwyn.
"Selwyn, what do you remember? Do you remember the preparations for the
Scourge? I would like to tell you all that has happened since you were t
rapped, but it would take all of my life, I think..." she smiles "... and
besides, I'm not really a Troubadour, so I do not know the stories. But
I'll tell you anything you need to know - all you have to do is ask.
Another thing: The general language nowadays is Dwarven. Would you like to
learn? I don't know if I am a good teacher, but I would love to help you
learn." The beautiful words in Sperethiel are somewhat garbled by her still
imperfect pronounciation, but already she is becoming more proficient in
the language herself. She smiles at herself and blesses the magic of
talents. "As you might understand, I learned your language through the use
of magic. Speaking languages is one of the talents of a Swordmaster. One of
the less aggressive talents, one might say. Do you remember if you followed
a Discipline yourself? Perhaps you have talents you have just forgotten how
to use and would relearn with time?"
*** Doug, I'm eagerly awaiting Selwyns replies, of course :) ***
On 14. januar 2004 03:17, espeon321_at_aol.com [SMTP:espeon321_at_aol.com] wrote:
> Nightwind sighs and drops his voice down to a whisper "Kestrel and I
guarded
> a caravan to here. We were supposed to collect it yesterday. Its 100
silver
> each. We'll gladly add that to the group coffers." He smiles warmly at
everyone
>
> Ketrel jumps slightly at the touch then whispers to Siri "I was a slave.
I
> served in almost every way and I still have scars from those." She
shivers and
> glances around nervously taking comfort in Siri's nearness. She seems to
take
> comfort from her mothering no matter how funny it looks to anyone else to
see
> the tiny human mothering the taller elf
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