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Valerye didn't lower her guard. Instead she searched around with her eyes to see if some other ... elves were there. She half expected, for the upperclassman, Zachary, to get pounced on, or maybe shot through with an arrow. 'Not that I want anyone to get hurt.' She thought. 'But that's what I would've done, attack. Or maybe retreat. But being attacked meant that the other party was hostile, or that we did something wrong. Did we do something wrong? We only stepped through the door....'

"Maraelia?" Valerye spoke the name spoftly as if she were tasting it. "Interesting. I'm Valerye Elwry." She bowed stiffly, not quite used to the gesture. 'Elves. She said she was an elf!' Valerye grinned, trying to look friendly.

Ah! A bow!
Having been in an out of school dance class, he recognized a greeting bow from a few of the more elegant dance styles. He smiles and flashes his cape out of the way and, with an arm flourish, bows somewhat gracefully.
"My name is Luke Sanders. It is indeed a pleasure to meet you."
Knowing he had been in a ballroom dance class made his weapon style that much more appropriate.

Luke can't help but smile at her linguistics.
Very interesting indeed.
He regains his original composure and decides to resume the conversation.
"We hail from South District High School of Kido, near Shashville..."
He is well aware that this most likely means absolutely nothing to her, but she asked a question and there is no need to lie. Lieing is completely fruitless.
"As for our quest, we were on a journey to catch a glimpse of the Olympic Torch. But as of now, we have reached a problem."
He clings to a small chance she may know what he's talking about, but is completely prepared for a blank questioning stare.

((Oh, and Destiny, when she gets on, if you do not like the location names I came up with, feel free to change it. I'll go back in my post and change it. Don't want to take over your RP. ^.^))

Jeni had remained silent throughout all this, the others were talking to the woman, Marael, it was an interesting name, and she seemed friendly enough. She had a feeling Luke's explaination was not going to be enough.
"We had to shelter under a bridge because of a rainstorm, we saw a door, opened it, stepped through and now we're here." she added to Luke's explaination.
"Our clothes all changed, we got these weapons, but at this point in time I think what all of us want is to go back home, but we don't know how."
She looked at Marael intently, hoping for some explaination as to what had happened.

Olympic Torch? Marael wondered. She had never heard of such a thing, and the other names he threw out casually were completely foreign to her as well. She was familiar with many of the larger elven settlements from her travels, but she had never heard of a Shashville. I knew it! She thought. They aren't from here. The question is where are they from?

When the other girl, Jeni, started talking about a rainstorm and a door, Marael frowned. It hadn't rained for several days, and her affinity for water told her that wouldn't for another few. As the girl mentioned home, she saw a mixture of responses, most in the eager category, with the exception of Luke, although he was trying to hide his emotions. She found it so odd that their eyes didn't shift colors like elves. Must be convient. She thought ironically. Amazing how easily she accepted that they were not elves. Of course, it was not a hard conclusion when she looked at the awe and amusement written on every face as they studied her. As she studied them.

"You came to be here through a...door...of some sort." She repeated. "And your apperance changed accordingly. I understand weapons are not commonly worn in your...home?" She said slowly, thinking. She had never heard of anything like this, even in myth. Granted, she was not the most informed when it came to fiction works through the ages, but she imagined she'd have heard if there was some other occurence of this event. "I do not suppose that your home is anywhere...here." She gave a sigh. How can I help them get home if I do not even know what country they are from? Hm...I need...more information. I need a way to explain where we are, because I do not think they know. I need...a map. With this sudden thought, she walked back to the tree she had hid behind earlier, and pulled an old mapcase her Aunt had given her before she left home out of her worn leather pack. Inside was a carefully drawn illustration of all the elven kingdoms and the major cities. It was in full color and was on a very good hide. Altogether, worth quite a lot. She walked forward to stand in front of Luke, and unrolled the map, displaying it for them. She was fully expecting surprise from every face, but kept it to herself, on the offchance she was wrong. "You are...here," she indicated a space in the Bredia territory.

((lol, sorry for writing you books...hope you don't mind!!))