In the darkness nobody can hear you scream (Evan) - Rating M
May 14, 2014 15:11:08 GMT -5
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Post by Wildfeather on May 14, 2014 15:11:08 GMT -5
Wild stood by her sister's side and watched the first meeting between Ardis and her father. From the smile and the gentle nudge at Ardis's arm she knew she had been right all the time. This was a father who had been parted from his child - his pup - and had longed for her ever since. She wondered what he had been through in his life, but knew he would tell them as much of his story as he knew their hearts could bear.
She raised a brow as Faolan stood in their way as they started following Marrok towards the entrance. Clearly the wolf was anxious about betrayal, and from the tragic story she had heard upon her arrival she understood why. Still he had no need for worries, not for her part or for Ardis. "I think furs are most beautiful when it is still on the animal they belong to," she said in elvish, hoping the wolf would take the hint and realize she was not human. "I also prefer animals to be alive and not dead."
She silenced when there seemed to be a bit tension between Marrok and Faolan, but luckily Marrok was still strong enough as a leader to stop the other wolves from shredding them to pieces. She had to remember to tell Blaz about Marrok's kindness when she came back to Isparia. She offered the other wolves a gentle smile as she left, a silent promise she would not betray them.
Once more they climbed the hill to where Nadeya stood, and Wild patted the horse gently and offered her an apple as they met. "You have no need to worry, friend," she whispered to the horse. "He has been gentle so far, and he clearly loves his long lost daughter like a good father should."
She followed Marrok and Ardis to the head of the river and was stunned by the beautiful view from where they stood. "I can see all of Isparia from here," she whispered with tears of joy in her eyes. "The sight is breathtaking! Thank you Marrok, for showing us this place."
She sat down on the ground, allowing Marrok to sit taller than her on his rock, like a King on his throne. She knew she was only a visitor in his kingdom and aknowledged him as the leader here. Wild listened as he spoke of his story being complicated and offered a gentle smile. "Please take your time, Sir," she said gently. "I can see you have suffered a lot. It may be good to you to talk about it, and we have time to listen. Perhaps together we can heal at least a few of the wounds from the past."
She placed a friendly hand on Ardis's arm, a gentle offer of sisterly support if the story they were about to hear should be too strong to handle alone.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Eileen smiled when Blaz spoke of the dangerous adventure. "They will be safe," she assured him. "Before you know it, they will be back home, causing mischief like always. I would not be surprised if they are here again already tomorrow."
Noticing how attentively Blaz listened to her story about the locket, she guessed what he was thinking. "All elf children of Mir gets a locket when they are born," she said with a smile. "It contains a picture of their parents on one side, the other side is blank - for a picture of their future husbands or wives. And they also keep their locks of baby hair in there. Since she loves her parents so much, I bet she carries her locket close to her heart."
Eileen nodded as Blaz spoke of Mir, sadness also in her eyes. "I know she will, young one," she said. "Her survival is crucial, because it is through her descendants the Chosen one will be born - the hero who will free Mir from the cruel tyrant Morg. All we can do, is to give her the best life we can here in Brunian. I will do what I can to help, but she will feel the most comfort by your company I think."
As the prince started planting the seeds, the old elf woman quietly left the garden. She wanted to give the elven prince time to think over her words, and over his future. He had many things to think of and thoughts and decisions like these could best be made in solitude. The flower seeds gave a friendly glow as they rested in the palm of the elf prince, as if they knew their purpose and were willing to help. Once they were planted and received the first drops of water, they started blooming. The Athelas grew green and fresh, spreading over a large area. If there had been worries that the Athelas was gone from Brunian, there was no need to worry anymore. The dream flower stood tall in the moonlight, it's pale blossoms shining like silver in the moonlight. The smell was sweet and exotic, different from the other blossoms in this magical garden.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
While Evan was taken to the throne room, Maurice got to see another part of the castle - the dungeon. As he had expected it was a dark and smelly place. As he was tossed inside one of the room in the dungeon he called spiteful to the guards. "You don't need to lock the door, I'm soon leaving anyway!" His entire attitude showed he was not afraid, and that he would not be easily tamed.
From one of the other cells he could hear a girl's voice. "Oh no! Not even here can I find peace! Guards - is it possible for me to get a dungeon on my own?"
Maurice's eyes widened as he heard the voice. He recognized it and groaned.
Just my luck - locked in a dark dungeon alone with Dreamy...
In Isparia, young Oliver was still waiting for Lord Haidar to show himself. It took a while before he arrived - and the boy assumed it took its time to gather a healer who could help Saben. As he walked impatiently back and forth in the hallway, he cradled the shirt with the injured Saben in bird form in his arms, hoping little Charlotte wouldn't see her Daddy like this. "Don't worry, Mr. Saben," he whispered to the bird. "You are home now. We'll take care of you. Oh, if only Lord Haidar could come soon..."
She raised a brow as Faolan stood in their way as they started following Marrok towards the entrance. Clearly the wolf was anxious about betrayal, and from the tragic story she had heard upon her arrival she understood why. Still he had no need for worries, not for her part or for Ardis. "I think furs are most beautiful when it is still on the animal they belong to," she said in elvish, hoping the wolf would take the hint and realize she was not human. "I also prefer animals to be alive and not dead."
She silenced when there seemed to be a bit tension between Marrok and Faolan, but luckily Marrok was still strong enough as a leader to stop the other wolves from shredding them to pieces. She had to remember to tell Blaz about Marrok's kindness when she came back to Isparia. She offered the other wolves a gentle smile as she left, a silent promise she would not betray them.
Once more they climbed the hill to where Nadeya stood, and Wild patted the horse gently and offered her an apple as they met. "You have no need to worry, friend," she whispered to the horse. "He has been gentle so far, and he clearly loves his long lost daughter like a good father should."
She followed Marrok and Ardis to the head of the river and was stunned by the beautiful view from where they stood. "I can see all of Isparia from here," she whispered with tears of joy in her eyes. "The sight is breathtaking! Thank you Marrok, for showing us this place."
She sat down on the ground, allowing Marrok to sit taller than her on his rock, like a King on his throne. She knew she was only a visitor in his kingdom and aknowledged him as the leader here. Wild listened as he spoke of his story being complicated and offered a gentle smile. "Please take your time, Sir," she said gently. "I can see you have suffered a lot. It may be good to you to talk about it, and we have time to listen. Perhaps together we can heal at least a few of the wounds from the past."
She placed a friendly hand on Ardis's arm, a gentle offer of sisterly support if the story they were about to hear should be too strong to handle alone.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Eileen smiled when Blaz spoke of the dangerous adventure. "They will be safe," she assured him. "Before you know it, they will be back home, causing mischief like always. I would not be surprised if they are here again already tomorrow."
Noticing how attentively Blaz listened to her story about the locket, she guessed what he was thinking. "All elf children of Mir gets a locket when they are born," she said with a smile. "It contains a picture of their parents on one side, the other side is blank - for a picture of their future husbands or wives. And they also keep their locks of baby hair in there. Since she loves her parents so much, I bet she carries her locket close to her heart."
Eileen nodded as Blaz spoke of Mir, sadness also in her eyes. "I know she will, young one," she said. "Her survival is crucial, because it is through her descendants the Chosen one will be born - the hero who will free Mir from the cruel tyrant Morg. All we can do, is to give her the best life we can here in Brunian. I will do what I can to help, but she will feel the most comfort by your company I think."
As the prince started planting the seeds, the old elf woman quietly left the garden. She wanted to give the elven prince time to think over her words, and over his future. He had many things to think of and thoughts and decisions like these could best be made in solitude. The flower seeds gave a friendly glow as they rested in the palm of the elf prince, as if they knew their purpose and were willing to help. Once they were planted and received the first drops of water, they started blooming. The Athelas grew green and fresh, spreading over a large area. If there had been worries that the Athelas was gone from Brunian, there was no need to worry anymore. The dream flower stood tall in the moonlight, it's pale blossoms shining like silver in the moonlight. The smell was sweet and exotic, different from the other blossoms in this magical garden.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
While Evan was taken to the throne room, Maurice got to see another part of the castle - the dungeon. As he had expected it was a dark and smelly place. As he was tossed inside one of the room in the dungeon he called spiteful to the guards. "You don't need to lock the door, I'm soon leaving anyway!" His entire attitude showed he was not afraid, and that he would not be easily tamed.
From one of the other cells he could hear a girl's voice. "Oh no! Not even here can I find peace! Guards - is it possible for me to get a dungeon on my own?"
Maurice's eyes widened as he heard the voice. He recognized it and groaned.
Just my luck - locked in a dark dungeon alone with Dreamy...
In Isparia, young Oliver was still waiting for Lord Haidar to show himself. It took a while before he arrived - and the boy assumed it took its time to gather a healer who could help Saben. As he walked impatiently back and forth in the hallway, he cradled the shirt with the injured Saben in bird form in his arms, hoping little Charlotte wouldn't see her Daddy like this. "Don't worry, Mr. Saben," he whispered to the bird. "You are home now. We'll take care of you. Oh, if only Lord Haidar could come soon..."