Cryptum
Irelands Last Celtic Rose
The woman kept her sight locked on the sky and the village below as the man spoke to her, tho' she knew all to well what he was. Reaching down she pulled a flask out of her travel bag taking a long drink our of it before responding back to me saying.
"Do you think it best that we should be talking, perhaps you are but a fool to my race but I do not think you one for what side I stand for."
This didn't faze her, as she slumped to the ground, back against the tree. Eyes wandered up, admiring the colourful explosions in the distance.
"Well, I don't know what race you are, but I'm just a plain ol' dark elf. As I was telling the founder of this peaceful hill earlier, I have no preference over any spirit. I just picked Kitsune because she seems nice."
Resting her hand upon her helm she takes it off placing it at her side letting her short snow white hair blow in the cool summer wind.
"A dark elf you say, maybe we are not so much a stranger to each other as I thought, tho' I still wish to keep this nice at peace at least for just a little while longer"
Another sigh came from the girl as she placed her had back to the hard bark of the tree, her sliver eyes looking tired from the long day.
"May I ask why it is you approached me?"