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Post by Flare Amastacia-Daybow on Jan 5, 2018 22:04:21 GMT -5
Flare travels down the road, humming a song with her bow slung around her shoulder and a rock skipping between her shoes. She glanced back toward the direction of Misthaven where Vex abruptly went elsewhere without so much as a goodbye to her. Then again, after the awkward dinners and constant annoyance she gave him, it wasn't surprising. He needed a break from her constant jabbering.
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Post by Sahar Karalif on Jan 5, 2018 23:39:28 GMT -5
The sound of a fire cracking cracked the silence of the forest, from a distance not a far ways off from the trail Flare was traveling upon. The source of said fire could be a comfort to the wandering Wild Elf, for a lonely tent nestled neatly amongst the trees. The tent was modest, being an accumulation of different colored cloths that were held up by sticks and poles.
The interior of the tent could be clearly seen from the outside. It was as simple as the exterior, but with some decor to make it a home. At the end rested a medium sized bed roll that looked large enough for two people to sleep in, neatly made and taken care of. Above it rested a crest of a sun and a moon, the sun being a bright gold and the moon made of polished ivory. On the right, a small chest locked securely with a padlock. On the left side, a small makeshift medical station was organized with potions, herbs, bandages and lit insence. As the elf comes closer, the smell would be a nice aroma of lavendar and vanilla.
But the smell that that threatens to overwhelm the soothing aroma, is the smell from a large pot nested outside of the tent. A campfire was created outside the tent, adorned with pillows that only desert wanderers would have. The pot had a dark red liquid with what appeared to be vegetables and meats, the smell of strong seasonings just itching to catch an empty stomach.
The scene sat quietly, seemingly uninhabited.
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Post by Flare Amastacia-Daybow on Jan 5, 2018 23:58:07 GMT -5
Flare looked at this strange tent in wonder and went closer to it, keeping a ready hand on her quiver should this be an enemy, but something put her at ease the closer she came
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Post by Sahar Karalif on Jan 6, 2018 1:42:59 GMT -5
It wasn't long before Flare's arrival was noticed.
"Can I help you?"
A deep, feminine voice with a thick accent resounded above the cracking fire. It's owner? A wild elf. The woman emerged from the thicket, carrying a bundle of sticks under her arm. She wore leather armor, specifically a leather dress, over a red tunic and tannish pants. Black boots tramped against the forest floor. Upon the elf's head was a headscarf that covered the right side of her face. On her back was a shield; and at her side a sword.
The elf moved to the pot and put down the pile of sticks, lowering her headscarf to confirm that the newcomer was a woman. The black stripe that was signficant to her people was now more visible. What made the Stipe unique, however, was that three claw-like marks scar horizontally over the woman's right eye. At first she seemed defensive, but her demeanor was quick to lessen. She smiled kindly to the young elf.
"Ulnos bless you," she said. "What brings you to my home?"
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Post by Flare Amastacia-Daybow on Jan 6, 2018 11:11:37 GMT -5
For a moment, Flare was at a loss for words. Until now, the only other wild elf she had seen was her father, and she hadn't seen him in many years. "I was just on my way to Cynderfall," she told her, taking her hand off her arrow. "Who are you?"
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Post by Sahar Karalif on Jan 6, 2018 13:01:28 GMT -5
At the mention of Cynderfall, the elf nodded knowingly.
"Ah. The new settlement. I remember that place."
The woman then approached Flare, holding out a firm hand.
"Sahar Karalif. I am a Paladin of the Sect of the Righteous. And you?"
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Post by Flare Amastacia-Daybow on Jan 6, 2018 14:50:14 GMT -5
Flare took her hand, smiling. "Flare Daybow, a simple archer. You mentioned a name before, Ulnos?"
Flare bites her lip shyly. She'd already gotten into more trouble than she had bargined for when it came to her mouth. She just hoped she didn't just throw an insult at this new aquaintance by asking the name. She'd hate to die a third time.
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Post by Sahar Karalif on Jan 6, 2018 15:28:44 GMT -5
"Flare. Yria bless you."
Sahar nodded firmly, but then frowned when Flare asked about Ulnos. She didn't seem offended; more concerned than anything else.
"Yes. The God of the Sun for our people. Do you not know of him?"
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Post by Flare Amastacia-Daybow on Jan 6, 2018 15:34:12 GMT -5
Flare shook her head shyly. "My father, um, left when I was young. He's the only other wild elf I've ever known. I've never even seen the Shaterglass Desert."
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Post by Sahar Karalif on Jan 6, 2018 16:07:40 GMT -5
Sahar's gaze softened as Flare told her reasoning for not knowing her people's religion. For a moment, she looked more concerned. She looked around the camp, and sighed bitterly.
"Of all times he's not here..."
Sahar looked back to Flare and gestured her to sit by the fire.
"Hungry? I'm sure you have questions. I can answer them."
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Post by Flare Amastacia-Daybow on Jan 6, 2018 16:12:13 GMT -5
Flare nodded. "It's been a long journey from Mishaven. Um, who's not here?" she asked curiously. Questions were starting to buzz around her head. She never realy was curious about wild elf culture. Her mother and brother were both elves and all she focused on when it came to her father's life was living up to be the marksman he was. What else was there to learn about where he was from?
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Post by Sahar Karalif on Jan 6, 2018 16:18:30 GMT -5
"My husband, Khatir. He likes to meditate at the river nearby for hours on end. Normally he is the one to answer questions, but now I am the next in line to do so. It's a sect thing."
Sahar moved inside the the tent and got two wooden bowls and metal spoons. She walked back to the pot and stirred the stew inside of it. When she nodded in approval of the food, she sat down and began to ladle bowls.
"What questions do you have, dear? Ask me anything. I can answer as best I can."
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Post by Flare Amastacia-Daybow on Jan 6, 2018 16:26:27 GMT -5
Flare entered he tent and sat down, looking at her. "So who are Ulnos and Yira?"
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Post by Sahar Karalif on Jan 6, 2018 19:40:28 GMT -5
Sahar placed a bowl of the soup in front of Flare before continuing.
"How do I begin...? Ulnos is the God of the Sun. Yria is the Goddess of the moon. Ulnos favors war and justice, and Yria prefers kindness and life. They are father and daughter, and together remind us to stand for righteousness but still attempt to be kind to others."
Sahar looked up to the sky slightly, just as some rays of sunlight seeped through the leaves.
"Ulnos watches us now."
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Post by Flare Amastacia-Daybow on Jan 6, 2018 20:05:07 GMT -5
Flare grinned and tried some of the soup. This was the first she'd ever heard of it, though she supposed her father planned to tell her when she was older. "The wild elves have their own religion," she breathed. "I never would have thought." She measured out her next words carefully. It was her New Year's Resolution not to die again. "Are you from the Shatterglass Desert? What is it like there?"
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