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 Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2011 8:00 pm
Tawa roam the land of Emerald Heaven, pulling her winter coat closer to her body as she yawns some. Winter was still upon them, harsh as ever. Much like the home she grown use to at the moment. So much had change since moving to Emerald Haven, so many people had changed.
She thought back for a moment on everything, the death of her mother Lenore had changed everything about this home. Her other mother Mel had taken to the woods, leaving her father Laer wondering if he would ever see her again. Seem her mother Mel didn't want to be found at the moment, and she hope this would change soon.
Her Aunt Krista and Uncle Rinion actually spent most of their time at Moon Haven with her daughter Tinania, helping with the grand children. She couldn't help but chuckle as she thought of Dani and Calvin. They were a handful, without a shadow of a doubt, but they were also fun to be around. They were the ones that seem to move on much quicker, but she understood why. Tinania and Zhane didn't have a choice, they had their family they had to think about.
Morgana and Torvil went missing shortly after Nirendra and Iara fifth birthdays. Last time they heard anything about the family, they were in Durem with the vampire. Tawa paused for a moment as she shivered, only because she hope that they were okay. But knowing Morgana, they were just fine.
A smile form across her lips as she thought of Morgana's job. It was the whole reason she went down the path she did, determined to keep this family safe.
Pushing her hand through her long green hair, a few black highlights fall into her face as she hears the grumbling behind her.
A rather firey red head elf brushes snow off her shoulders as she huffs "When you told me about this place, I was expecting a mystical place. Not a nightmare of a frozen tundra. You know I don't do well in the cold." she was bundle up from head to toe in layers of clothes.
Tawa chuckles as she smiles to her friend "Mirena, were almost there. I promise." Mirena the fire elf, and a hotshot at that. Not because she was hotheaded, simply because she was a spunky young woman who was far older then she was.
She met Mirena in Barton town a few months back, with a traveling circus that came through the town. She was looking for another path to go down, and finally find a place to settle. They ended up meeting one day while in between shows at the local diner. It was there that they realized they had become good friends.
Pausing for a moment, Tawa looks at the home just a few hundred yards from them. Even now, it look the same. Little did anyone know, that it become quiet, almost barren of people. Well except for one person....
"You promise to behave right?"
Rena rolls her eyes as she glares at Tawa "Can we just get inside before I freeze over?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2011 8:16 pm
The 'only occupant' of the manor was not in the manor at all, instead he was outside with his younger sister, Minuialwen, under the careful eye of his elven trainer. Naerdiel and Bregolien were glowing, practically sizzling, with the magic Damien was channeling into their blades while 'Alwen's long training staff was pulsing with a low light of it's own. Occasionally, to the keen ear, there were soft orders, in elven, from the unseen trainer hidden in the shadows of the trees, but other than that, all that could be heard was the thunk of the sides of sword blades against the wood of the sturdy staff.
But, the old moon elf could hear footsteps approaching far sooner than brother and sister, and his instructions soon ceased as they drew closer. For Damien's and 'Alwen's parts, they were completely unaware of anyone coming up on them, they were too focused on keeping their weapons charged, each in their own ways, while they practiced. The graceful moves looked more like a dance rather than a fight, which spoke to the intense training the two had endured over the course of the last four months.
The youngest of the two would soon be bested, however, while Damien stood over his sister with the tip of Bregolien's electrified blade only inches from her throat. "You lost focus again," he said, his tone more amused than chastising.
'Alwen just scowled up at him and batted the blade aside with the back of her hand. However annoyed she was that she lost this round, she still took his hand and allowed him to help her to her feet.
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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 8:52 pm
Tawa paused as she watch her twin and older brother in combat, as per normal these days. Shaking her head, she clears her throat for a moment before she claps them twice "At this rate, you two will learn each other moves and not get anywhere in your training." was she being coy, who honestly new. With a grin she moves towards them offering each a hug "How do you do favor? I hope well by the looks of it?" pulling back, she glances over her shoulder as she nods to her friend "I brought company if you two don't mind."
Rena eyes them both before a frown forms over her lips, her eyes fixed on Damien. There was something in her eyes, but was quickly gone in a matter of seconds. Lifting her hand some, she gives a rather lazy wave to them before she grumbles about the cold again.
Shaking her head, Tawa sighs "You'll have to excuse Rena, she doesn't have manners sometimes." turning, she walks back over to the fire elf. Grabbing a hold of Rena's hand, she laughs some at the rather shocked face as she drags her to the other. Stopping in front of them, she pushes Rena forward.
Rena yelps rather startled by the push, only to bump right into Mien. Looking up at him, she frowns before pulling back to adjust herself "Hi."
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 9:06 pm
"That's what trainers are for...." Damien managed to get in before his younger sister plowed ahead with her end of the conversation. He glanced around for said trainer, but couldn't find him, and was shrugging it off when he felt Rena bump into him. Before he could do anything, however, she'd pushed away, and he smoothed the front of his tunic and coat; force of habit, really.
Minuialwen was intently watching Rena the whole time, her amber and emerald, serpentine eyes studying the newcomer before she finally turned her eyes toward her sister. They softened and she smiled, careful to keep the teeth she'd inherited from her Mum Lenore hidden behind her crimson lips. "We're well," she said, her voice faintly accented. She normally spoke elven, as time spent with Damien and his instructor, not to mention Uleme, always spoke elven around her.
Since Damien saw that 'Alwen wasn't entirely ready to welcome their guest, he jumped in before it could appear that she was being rude. "It's nice to meet you, Rena. I'm Damien, and this is Minuialwen," he paused before continuing. "Ah, shall we head inside?" he asked, before gesturing toward the manor proper.
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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 9:14 pm
"Oh thank the goddess, someone who actually understand that it's cold outside."
Without another word, Rena moves pass them all as she makes her way towards the house. Rude...maybe, did she care? Probably not. She was effing cold standing outside, and needed to bloody heat up in front of a fire.
Tawa pinches the brim of her nose before she looks to her siblings "I promise you, she not normally this bad. Its the cold that making her moody as she a fire elf." making her way towards the house, she pulls the door open so Rena could step in, then holds it open for her siblings.
Rena eyes widen as she glance around the living area "Wow, nice place you got here. Really elegant, very old eleven." she turns to glance at the others "How did you snag a nice place like this?" turning away from them again, she makes her way over to the fireplace, only to drop down in front of it.
Pausing just in front of the entrance, Tawa frowns for a moment before she pulls her coat off "Its belong to our parents at one point. But now the place belongs to Damien."
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 9:25 pm
Damien followed them inside, took a moment to take his coat off and hang it on the peg next to the doorway before he offered to do the same for Tawa'. Next, he wandered toward the living room. He pointed a finger at the fireplace and green flames sprung to life inside of it. "Does anyone want anything to drink?" he said, clearly doing his best to ignore the mention of his mother. Tawa' and 'Alwen had never met Lenore, but he had had her in his life. While it was a long time ago, over a year now, sometimes the memories stung.
'Alwen lowered the hood away from her face and revealed the elaborate, messy style of hair she'd started wearing; scarves, beaded braids scattered throughout, feathers and three chopsticks. She looked like a gypsy, something she'd taken from her moon-elven brothers and sisters. "Just some silverleaf tea, please," she called after her brother as she settled down into the armchair. She glanced toward the fire, focused on it a moment, before she managed to turn the flames purple. Another small smile curled the corners of her lips.
"'Alwen," Damien said from the doorway. Moments later, the flames were green once more. He was still waiting a little uncomfortably, haunting the entryway to the living room, really, when he added, "Anything for either of you?"
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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 9:33 pm
Tawa shook her head alittle before she stood "Nothing for me Mien, but I'll come give you a hand." looking towards Rena, she chuckles as she saw her friends face.
Rena eyes were so wide, and fixed on the flame that changed color, she hadn't heard the question the first time. Snapping back to reality, she looks up at them before she nods "Um...ginger snap tea if you have any." turning her head towards Alwen, she nods towards the fire.
"Do you have fire elf in you? I've never seen an elf that isn't fire do that before."
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 9:41 pm
He wanted to tell Tawa' not to trouble herself, but he honestly was happy to see her. It had been a while.... "I'm sure we can come up with something," he said as he headed toward their over-stocked kitchen. He turned his sea green, serpentine eyes on his sister as soon as they were in the kitchen. "I know where the silverleaf tea is, your sister has almost drank us out of it all, but if you could please see if we have what your friend wants? I don't do the shopping...." he admitted with a small smile as he reached for the tea pot and pulled out some tea strainers.
It was obvious that 'Alwen had not expected to be spoken to, as her heavy-lidded eyes widened slowly and she had to break her concentration on the fire she was currently trying to turn back to purple. "No," she said. Just when it seemed like that was going to be the only answer Rena was going to get, 'Alwen continued, "Mum Lenore was not a full-blooded elf," she added in an undertone, which she knew was a futile attempt; Damien would clearly be able to hear her. "She was a witch as well. Damien and I have magic in our veins. So does Tawa', I just don't know if she's ever tried to use it...."
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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 9:53 pm
Leaning back some, Rena pulls off her jacket, revealing a actually flattering elven corset in brown and aquamarine "Oh she does, but not like that. She able to mess with shadows from what I can see." looking away, she brushes her dark red hair from her face "It was rather exciting to see, much like you changing the color of the fire." lifting her hand for a moment, her eyes focus on it before her whole hand catches fire.
Grinning from ear to ear, she looks back at Alwen "So what else can you do?"
Glancing through a couple of cabinets, Tawa pauses before she looks towards her brother "I hope you don't mind Rena. She kind of on the hyper side, sort of." she didn't know how to describe Rena.
"She means well, and once you get to know her..she alot of fun." pausing she pulls out a canister of ginger snap teas. "Found it."
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 10:04 pm
Damien was setting the pot on the stove when he held his hand out for the tea. With his other hand, he filled two strainers with the metallic, dried silver leaves of his sister's, and his, preferred tea. "Are you sure you don't want anything?" he asked.
Then, he was closing his eyes a moment, realizing he was being rude. "Sorry," he added, quickly. "No, I don't mind her. And, I would certainly hope by now that you knew that I don't make snap judgments about people," he managed one of his small smiles for Tawa'.
'Alwen contemplates the fire in Rena's hand a moment, wondering if she could change the color of those flames. She thought better of trying, she didn't want the screw up and blow up her brother's home....
"Well, I haven't really been practicing with casting, mostly channeling. Damien and I have to be careful, because our magic isn't like Mum Lenore's, we still have to worry about our energy. Like, I've learned to store energy in gems so that I can pull from them later if I need to. Damien's promised to work more with me on it, but right now we're focusing on ... other stuff," she finished, lamely, as though she'd realized she'd spoken more than she really wanted to.
After a moment of silence, she blurted, "I've never heard of fire elves before...."
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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 10:11 pm
Walking over to her brother, Tawa gives him a hug before she pulls away "I know Mien. You just got alot on your mind , that all." dropping the tea into his hand, she brush her hair from her face as she leans against the counter "I guess it doesn't help that I've been hanging around dad alot also though." playing with the hem of her shift, she bites on her bottom lip for a moment.
Rene sighs as she looks back towards the fire "That because we fire elves are a dying breed sadly. With the way the world weather is changing, few fire elves are around anymore. They hide or simply move on." pausing once again, she cast her eyes towards the fire as she thinks.
"I know I'm the last of my own clan, or so I have heard."
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 10:23 pm
He'd welcomed the hug before he busied himself with filling the third strainer with the ginger snap tea leaves. Just as he was about to say something, the pot whistled. Another small smile as he pulled one of the towels off the rack above the stove and used it to pick up the handle on the pot. He slowly poured the hot water through the strainers of each cup and let the tea steep a moment. "Could you get that tray and put some honey and anything else you can think of on there, please?" he asked his sister before he leaned against the counter.
"Tawa'," he started, "Don't apologize for spending time with your father. Honestly, I am fine. And, while I would like to be able to spend more time with you, I don't expect you to be around as much as 'Alwen. She's got questions that I can answer, and I am happy to step up and help your father with that. Just, keep in mind you've got a big brother who worries about you," he added, giving her a quick grin before he turned to tend to the tea again.
'Alwen didn't know how to reply to that. Sure, she'd dealt with loss early in life, but she'd never met her mother before she was killed, and she'd never met Mum Mel before she had to leave, so she couldn't really relate. She did feel a profound sadness, and wondered if Rena felt totally alone in this world.
"Did ... did you get to spend time with your clan before...." she asked, and almost immediately regretted it. "I'm sorry, you don't have to answer that," she added quickly.
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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 10:31 pm
Tawa nods some, before she grabs the needed items. Placing them on the tray, she looks at Mien "I know, but I can take care of myself." as she said this, she pauses before she smirks "You know, father once told me I sound like Mum Mel when I say that? I can't help but wonder if that is true." reaching over, she grabs herself a cookie out of one of the jars "Makes me wonder what else we say that reminds people of our parents." taking a bite of it, she strums her fingers on the counter for a brief moment.
Rena shakes her head before she looks towards Alwen "Don't be sorry, your curious." she grins before leans back on her forearms "I was ten when I was force to leave the clan. Actually all the children were forced to leave. We were under attack by some trolls, and outnumbered." she puases again as she shivers.
"Most of the children didn't make it, only a handful manged to get off the island. The other four, didn't make it pass the first winter. Tell you the truth, I don't know why I'm even alive."
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 10:45 pm
"It's not just the things you say, you know," he started. "Like, your eyes look remarkably like your father's, though I don't know where that hair color comes from," he added, flicking her long hair. "You've got Mel's skin, and her smile, but your laugh ... well, that's mum's," he said, shocked that it didn't hurt to say it and confident that she would know who he was talking about. "Your sister, she's the spitting image of mum, though, except for the hair and the skin. Well, that bright green shock is mum's but other than that.... Anyway, you two are a nice mix of the three of them, they'd probably all say the best of them."
He removed the strainers from the glasses and put the glasses on another tray before he focused on them. The trays slowly began to hover as he said, "Now, shall we get out there before your sister kills your friend ... you know how she can get sometimes..." but he paused when he heard his mobile signal that he had a message. It could wait, he had to focus on the trays just now....
'Alwen, however, dug her mobile out of one of the pouches in her belt, but didn't look at the text just yet. "I hope you don't feel guilty about that," she said, brushing her bangs out of her eye, exposing the little patch of green scales under it before the bangs fell back over them once more. The scales looked more like warpaint than anything else, especially when given just a quick glimpse of them. She really didn't know what else to say, everything that came to mind sounded cold and somewhat mean, so she fiddled with her phone, and then the scarf hanging off her belt, sort of praying the others would rejoin them. She was crap with this social stuff....
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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 11:04 pm
Tawa hadn't thought of it that way, the little things they both did to rmind everyone of who they were. Frowning some, she was about to speak when her own cell went off. Pulling it out, she flips it open to read the text message "Looks like were staying here for the night. Dad needs the night for himself." arching a brow, Tawa shakes her head "I wonder what is going on."
"Not at all, I'm just merely curious how I lucked out." with a grin, Rena sits forward "If I did regret it, I think I would have gone mentally insane." she knew better then to dwell too long on the past, as it was better just to move forward.
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