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 Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2007 11:15 pm
He looks to her tilting his head. "Un du evarínya ono varda." He Replys. His Eyes Brighten abit. Then dim. He smiles and sips his tea. He wasnt sure how he knew how to respond. Or What language he had just spoke in. But he knew his response fit.
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2007 11:20 pm
Her smile brightened even more, she did not know he spoke the ancient language. It was clear he meant well but was not truly familiar with the greeting. Respectfully she bobbed her head, placing two fingers to her lips for a moment before speaking again. "I see you know of the ancient language, perhaps it has been a while though?" she asked, trying to be polite with her inquiry.
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2007 11:31 pm
He Nods. "Elven... is it not? Derives from Alagaësia, an ancient language. One of which, lying is prohibited. I now understand why touch your fingers, to your lips. I once met a Drow, Elven considered by some, yet he was a dark elf. Like me he was a darker creature turned for the better. He taught me much of elven ways and traditions. Though it has been some time. My memory of most of it escapes me." He says as he sips his tea again.
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2007 11:41 pm
"Yes. Though I must ask .. if you are aware of the language and are familiar with the elves of those lands? And if so, do you follow their .. decisions?" she asked softly. Her cheerful look fell somewhat as she asked this, worried to hear his answer.
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2007 11:49 pm
He shakes his head. "I wish i could answer.. though my memory slips me. I cant grasp hold of which decisions you speak of. Im sorry. " he says as he sips his tea more, his glass would soon be empty.
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2007 11:55 pm
Nodding her head slightly, she looked to him with a small smile, seeming more relaxed, but still troubled. "To be perfectly clear and honest with you .. If you wish to follow their ways, we should cease communication immediately." she said simply, all emotion oddly devoid from her words.
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2007 12:01 am
He turns to her slowly, tilting his head. "Lady ziven... whether I know of the elven ways or not... at the end of the day.. Im still an Arch Angel and follow the Angellic code. Seeing as i cannot remember their ways though, clearly, i cannot follow them.. Though the seemed like nice people... Well Drizzt at least. The only Elf I knew.. At the time of course.. I have only met few in my legacy." He says as he finishes his tea. "Besides.. I thought elves were decent fair folk? What can trouble you so about them?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2007 12:06 am
"It is not they who trouble me, but I who trouble them. They believed me to practice dark magic or have gained my abilities some way that was improper. As I would assume you know, they do not trust that which is different easily. And I am so different from their expectations, caused such .. panic in one of their villages, they felt it necessary to exile me from their lands." she replied softly. Finally she decided to take a seat in the stool next to him, watching him with curiosity now to know his reaction to this information. "If this troubles you, I shall explain further."
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2007 12:10 am
He nods abit as he listens. "hmm.. Drizzt too told me of this, his story sounds much like yours. Do continue, if you wish, My ears are listening." He says as he makes himself another cup of tea. He stirs at, takes a sip and smiles at ziven.
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2007 12:38 am
Nodding her head, she conjured a glass of water, which she sipped from before she spoke and would continue to do so as she told her tale. "When my master decided I was at the right age to receive training from the elves, we traveled to one of their villages, asking if they would be willing to accept me. They said they would consider this and that I could spend time with their children while they decided. I was taken to their place of teaching. Immediately there was doubt in the other students minds. To them, I was a human girl with blue hair. That is not possible they said and to know magic to change appearance was far more advanced than someone my age could know. I did not fit the mold, they did not like me.
Later we went to the training area to learn the basics of swordplay. I was excited, the idea of having the skills to use such a weapon if needed would be of great use. That did not happen. One of the boys was harsh with me, relentless in his advances, almost as if he were not training. I panicked. Magic is what I know, I reacted on instinct, casting a barrier with magic. The children all started screaming at me, calling me a witch saying I knew forbidden magic. I begged them to stop saying that, apologized for having done that, tried to explain I did not know how it happened.
They wanted me gone, I tried to run, they perused me. I did not know how to dispel the barrier.. it moved with me as I ran. They were more convinced that I had done something evil. As I was running, Bjartskular came to my rescue so to speak, asked that I tell them on her behalf to leave or she would breathe fire on the lot of them. Finally they stopped following me.
The damage was done, I was sent to the elders. They discussed, I was asked to leave as soon as possible, not to return unless summoned, to avoid contact with the elves if I were to happen to come across their path. The reason they did not exile permanently .. their queen came to me, speaking to only me, as if we two were the only in the room, as if we two were equals. She looked at me .. asked few questions and somehow seemed to understand everything about me. She believed I meant no harm and that it was all a big understanding yet without knowing .. what .. I was, they did not want to take the risk. I accepted this promising to always do good as often as possible. I have kept that promise." she said, finally concluding her memories. Slowly she turned her eyes to him, looking apologetic for this.
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2007 7:50 am
Dax peers over the room from the rafter checking to see if anyone is around
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2007 9:13 am
He nods to her. "Im sorry zivey. i didnt know. thats terrible what happened to you" he says softly resting a hand on her shoulders. It seemed that she along with many here had a rather bad history. He could tell her stories as well that would leave her in total awe. They both had hard lives. One life incomparable to the other. He sip his tea as he nodded. He felt bad.
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2007 9:31 am
"Worry not, I have grown from that experience. My only regret of it is that we had not waited longer to go to the elven village. I was about eight years then, approximately three years after I came to live with my Master. We had dedicated our time to my learning the ancient language, general subjects such as art, music, history and meditation, to gain understanding of myself and learn how to control my use of magic. Only after that happened did we speak of the thoughts and feelings associated with being with a group of people, in a village; pride, dignity, fear, curiosity, protection." She looked to him with a smile, placing her hand on his as it rested on her shoulder. "Today is a day of peace and friendship. We should wear smiles so everyone else may know." she said softly, but sounding more cheerful.
Looking up to the rafters, she smiled still, knowing a friend she had not seen for some time was there. "Greetings, Dax-ona."
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2007 9:34 am
Dax gives a light smile and a nod from teh rafter and hops down to greet his friend
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2007 10:13 am
He nods a bit. "very well.. then smile we shall." He says with a smile on his face. He takes a sip of his tea again. He rather liked it now. He sighed abit. A creepy feeling crept upon him, pulsing up and down his spine. He sighed abit as he shook it off and smiled again.
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