Post by Sharae on Jun 20, 2006 12:33:17 GMT -5
Sharae stood in the shadow of the Shillien Temple, rain quietly soaking through her cloak as she stared at the structure looming over her. The garden outside was gloomy, as was the territory of the Dark Elves in general it seemed. She had never been here before, and she wondered again and again if she should have come at all. Perhaps the past is best left in the past? she wondered. She pulled her hood forward further over her features as an ashen skinned woman wandered past her toward the temple.
She reached into a pouch on her belt, feeling her Templar badge hidden there. She had no wish to cause offence, or draw undue attention to those who sheltered her, by her presence in this place. The letter that had brought her here was safely packed away in her bag.
Slowly, uncertainly, she made her way to the large doorway, watching the woman who had passed her walk into the temple itself, whilst being eyed by another of the ashen ones who stood by the door. What am I doing here? I don’t belong here… Do I? She walked into the shadows near the doorway, staring out at the focal point of the temple, the statue that stood there, beautiful and powerful.
Terease Linir, grandmother… It felt strange to think the words. Are you even still alive?
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Remira had watched her enter the temple from the garden. She had been watching her for a long time, but it had been years since she had been so close. She stood there, leaning against a twisted tree and looked up into the sky. “Shilen protect her, heal her…” She sighed, closing her eyes and feeling the rain upon her cheeks. Will she ever be able to forgive me?
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“Um, excuse me, I…” The young celebrant looked up at Sharae with complete confusion.
“Usstan tlun taudl Usstan xun naut telanth rivvin, rivvil.” He said, she didn’t understand a word. He motioned with his hand toward a figure near a doorway close by who was muttering and leafing through some papers she carried. “Il xal xxizz dos.” He said with a nod, still pointing.
“Er, thank you, I guess,” said the rogue with a slight bow of her head, then made her way toward the woman.
She was a little more voluptuous than most of her kind and dressed in a very elegant silver satin gown that hugged her curves and was cut low to reveal much of her bosom. Sharae blushed a little as the woman looked up from her papers and eyed her over a pair of silver rimmed spectacles.
“Are you lost, human?” Her words were sharp, she sounded a little agitated, “We’ve had trouble with your kind being in here before,” she added, not letting Sharae get a word in edge ways, “and I shouldn’t like to be disturbed in such a way again any time soon. That would make me very angry.” She scowled. Sharae’s mouth hung open a little, as she hesitated to speak.
“I… Um, I don’t mean to be any trouble-”
“Good.” Cut in the Dark Elf, still glaring sternly.
“I’m looking for someone. Terease Linir.” At this the woman’s expression changed to thoughtfulness.
“Why?”
“I have news of her daughter.”
“Which one?” She smirked. Sharae frowned a little, she had not thought of the possibility there might be more than one.
“Sharae.” The woman’s expression became one of disbelief.
“Sharae is with Shilen, rivvil… nineteen years now. How would you know of…” she stopped speaking suddenly and stared at the rogue, pulling her hood down with her free hand.
“I am Sharae’s daughter, named after her, I’m looking for my grandmother.”
“Well you’ve found your aunt…” The woman after a moments silence. “I am Kyrannah Linir.”
She reached into a pouch on her belt, feeling her Templar badge hidden there. She had no wish to cause offence, or draw undue attention to those who sheltered her, by her presence in this place. The letter that had brought her here was safely packed away in her bag.
Slowly, uncertainly, she made her way to the large doorway, watching the woman who had passed her walk into the temple itself, whilst being eyed by another of the ashen ones who stood by the door. What am I doing here? I don’t belong here… Do I? She walked into the shadows near the doorway, staring out at the focal point of the temple, the statue that stood there, beautiful and powerful.
Terease Linir, grandmother… It felt strange to think the words. Are you even still alive?
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Remira had watched her enter the temple from the garden. She had been watching her for a long time, but it had been years since she had been so close. She stood there, leaning against a twisted tree and looked up into the sky. “Shilen protect her, heal her…” She sighed, closing her eyes and feeling the rain upon her cheeks. Will she ever be able to forgive me?
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“Um, excuse me, I…” The young celebrant looked up at Sharae with complete confusion.
“Usstan tlun taudl Usstan xun naut telanth rivvin, rivvil.” He said, she didn’t understand a word. He motioned with his hand toward a figure near a doorway close by who was muttering and leafing through some papers she carried. “Il xal xxizz dos.” He said with a nod, still pointing.
“Er, thank you, I guess,” said the rogue with a slight bow of her head, then made her way toward the woman.
She was a little more voluptuous than most of her kind and dressed in a very elegant silver satin gown that hugged her curves and was cut low to reveal much of her bosom. Sharae blushed a little as the woman looked up from her papers and eyed her over a pair of silver rimmed spectacles.
“Are you lost, human?” Her words were sharp, she sounded a little agitated, “We’ve had trouble with your kind being in here before,” she added, not letting Sharae get a word in edge ways, “and I shouldn’t like to be disturbed in such a way again any time soon. That would make me very angry.” She scowled. Sharae’s mouth hung open a little, as she hesitated to speak.
“I… Um, I don’t mean to be any trouble-”
“Good.” Cut in the Dark Elf, still glaring sternly.
“I’m looking for someone. Terease Linir.” At this the woman’s expression changed to thoughtfulness.
“Why?”
“I have news of her daughter.”
“Which one?” She smirked. Sharae frowned a little, she had not thought of the possibility there might be more than one.
“Sharae.” The woman’s expression became one of disbelief.
“Sharae is with Shilen, rivvil… nineteen years now. How would you know of…” she stopped speaking suddenly and stared at the rogue, pulling her hood down with her free hand.
“I am Sharae’s daughter, named after her, I’m looking for my grandmother.”
“Well you’ve found your aunt…” The woman after a moments silence. “I am Kyrannah Linir.”