Not All Who Wander Are Lost

[D.REAM]

EX-SLAVE ELWING

I'M HANGING BY A MOMENT HERE WITH YOU, AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO
SPENDING TIME HERE WITH YOU AND ME IN YOUR ARMS FEELS SO RIGHT, SOME
TIMES WONDERING WHO IS HOLDING WHO. THIS IS WHERE I WANT TO BE.

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» Pausing in mid-step, the white mare nickered softly, though with a gentle tug on the reins, she fell silent. The trees around them seemed to fall silent from their usual whispering it seemed. Plant life felt frozen to her almost, she could hardly sense anything around her as her senses stretched as hard as they could to hear beyond their normal capabilities. Hoof beats were head behind them, but they had chosen an unwise path through the thickest part of the brush to tail them. A devious smirk crawled along the fae's lips, as she then gestured to Bregolien, having heard he was a ranger, and though he had feelings towards the races, his protecting them went beyond his own. What she was thankful for though, was that he hadn't asked about her family, she'd asked about his, and people usually asked about her's in turn, so she usually lied, saying she lived with someone, but to Brego, she didn't want to lie.

» Lips dropped their smirk, before hearing him speak, blue eyes turned to fixate on him silently, as if seeing him for the first time. A swift nod, she urged Hevlena into a slow trot, as she raised her arms, keeping the trees' branches out of their way, as well as much as she could. Checking up on them once in awhile, the horses made their way through the brush, and soon, the forest broke away to a large clearing, which soon led to a town sheltered by some of the forest's fingers that managed to brush against it. Elle gestured, "Be that your destination?" She offered a soft grin, before hearing a horn being blown up on a hill. Glancing around behind them and their horses, Hevlena and Andaer paused as their ears flicked about. Hevlena whinnied, and pawed the ground, she always enjoyed a good game of hide-and-seek - unfortunately. Or chasing the other horses, which was why Elle entered her into racing events sometimes, and they usually won.

» Keeping the - slightly - unruly mare reined in, the blonde looked to the male beside her, whom she'd instantly realized, she had a connection with - she felt she could trust him. Swallowing her fear, the young woman pressed on with Hevlena, before pausing her mare to make sure Bregolien was coming along. Turning to her traveling companion, the hybrid mused, "I shall part from our joint path upon your arrival to where you wish to be." she was hesitant to leave though, as if when she did, something would happen. The thought of something happening to her once she left was horrible, the thought of something happening to him once she left was even worse than would could happen to her. Besides, she could take care of herself - or so she hoped. Eying him curiously, she gave a gentle smile as they neared the town.

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LOVE NOTES NONE FOR NOW, BUT I SAY THEY GO ON TOGETHER.
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[Adrastos Morandir]

<-Brego Faelon->

He has every reason to throw up his fists in the face of his God who let his mother die. Through all the grief and tears, she still passed in pain anyway. Now you think of saying, there's no use in praying, but still, he bows his head so he can say:
"Thank you, for ending her pain."

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Brego was rather surprised when they reached their destination, and after a relatively short amount of travel, too. Granted, he had been going almost constantly for about three days, and he wasn't complaining, but he couldn't help feeling a little irked that, despite all his skill as a ranger, the fastest path he could descry would have taken at least another day to pass. He shrugged to himself, noting that his fortunes seemed to have turned a bit, a vague smirk travelling across his features briefly at the thought.

"Indeed, that it is." Brego's trademark smile flashed in earnest as his bright blue eyes landed on the place of his birth. He felt his spirits rise ever further at the thought of seeing his family again, after so long out in the wilds. Then, his smile faltered as he remembered exactly why he hadn't visited in so long. He felt a sharp tug at his heart when he remembered all the memories this village held for him; not all of them good. His breath stopped for a moment when his gaze landed upon the village center, bustling in the distance. He could not make out individuals from this far, but he could sense movements nonetheless. He could remember joining that crowd, weaving between the adult's legs as he and his brothers got up to whatever mischief pleased them that day.

Morfin... He thought with mixed feelings of loathing and grief.

He shook his head resolutely, his smile firmly back in place, though it did not fully reach his expressive eyes. He turned to look at Elle as their horses walked side-by-side, allowing his head to cock to the side slightly when she mentioned departing.

"Well, mi'lady, I do hope you will excuse me being so bold, but if you find you have nowhere else to be, I'm sure you would find my mother most hospitable. Should you require a place to stay for awhile, my sister's bed has not been used in quite some time." He managed to keep his voice from cracking at the mention of Randiriel, but his eyes still flickered with anguish for the barest of moments. He did not know what had possessed him to make such an invitation, though he knew that he certainly wouldn't mind spending more time with this attractive, intriguing young woman who had fallen into his life under such strange circumstances.