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Post by Lynnea on Oct 4, 2004 3:34:02 GMT -5
She moves just as quickly as he, instinctively moving as silently as possible - until they reach the area that had been burnt. Somehow she had managed to miss them in her wanderings, and the view from the treetop had nay conveyed how much damage had been done. The sight made her stumble and brought tears to her eyes.
She recovers nearly as quickly as she faltered, bringing her up to step with her guide. She stops at his side when they near the troops, her gaze sliding over their armored forms. Even with that bit of a run her breath comes easily when she replies. M'thanks to ye, but I'll go on alone. Tis easy enough to avoid most eyes. An impish grin flickers over her features. They nay be as sharp as yours or mine. Her attention turns once more to those in Windstorm colors. Besides, these might have as many questions for you or I than any others. Tis only one I recognize easily.
A moment's pause as she looks her companion over, then she squares her shoulders, pulling herself to her full height - a bit shorter than average, though her carriage belies such, making her look taller. She offers her hand, calloused palm to the side like a man normally would do. Again, my thanks. If ye see Ty, tell him Lynnea be looking for him, aye?
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Post by LucienMoonmist on Oct 4, 2004 18:26:43 GMT -5
*he grins, clasping her arm to his hand and vise versa. His skin is quite the opposite of her's smooth and soft, not the hand one would expect from a combatant. His ice blue eyes gazed to her as he nodded lightly, his slender form dipping lightly in a half bow*
Aye good lady I shall. Should you wish to speak with one within the castle, good Lady Rayven and my good cousin Laurestina were tending the wounded last I heard tell. Mention that ye were Elf guided and most of the Rangers should let ye pass with little difficulty.
*winking lightly, he turns to regard the castle once more, then turns to the burned patch of woodlands and his kin milling about it. There were events to prepare for, ones he did not savour. Despite all which had occured, he grinned lightly against the frown of the smoking wood*
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Post by Lynnea on Oct 7, 2004 15:15:03 GMT -5
A sudden grin nearly splits the woman's face in half. Aye! Twill be good to see Rayven and Stina again. She gives his arm what is to her a gentle squeeze, though even that bit of a grip would be enough to leave red markings. Hunt well, then, and may the gods smile on ye and your work.
She nods toward the columns of smoke, then takes a step back. A moment later she has simply disappeared, nothing belying the fact that she had been there but the faintest rustle of a bit of singed undergrowth, though it quickly settles.
From there she heads due north, relying on an unerring sense of direction and sheer instinct. A sound to her left... a pause... cautiously she peers around the trunk of a tree... Nothing. Still she proceeds with a bit more caution. Long used to stalking her own meat, she moves with a hunter's skill through the forest, soundless but her own breath as she inches forward. Surely there had been something there, something that nay belonged.
((edited for codes))
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Post by Lynnea on Oct 12, 2004 9:31:59 GMT -5
Some time later she shakes her head. Twas naught but the wind, or some stray elf that had passed by, surely. Ye be getting old, wench. Slipping. Dismissing it so easily, she went on.
The remainder of the journey to the keep is uneventful. There was plenty of sign of struggle, in keeping with the news of battle and such, and the trail of a number of warriors that had gone by nay much earlier, but nothing more. The thought passed through her mind at one point to follow that trail and see what type of men would pass by but having heard that her friend nay be in good health quickly drove the thought away.
It was only when she neared the entrance to the keep that something occurred to her - she was nay fit in any way to present herself. Her dress was in tatters, her hair unkempt with twigs and sand in it, dirt and assorted whatnot covered her body... Normally twould nay pose a problem. Those that knew her well would be used to seeing her in such a state. Those that knew her were well aware that most of her time was spent in the wilds with her companion, or in the rougher parts of whatever city happened to be nearby. Unfortunately, it had been too long since she had been here. Twas a good possibility that, on seeing her, the guards would nay let her in.
Still, the only thing she could do was try. A deep sigh and a shake of her head, and she steps out onto the road, following it toward the castle.
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