A young elven girl sat on the docks of Valour at dusk, the light river's
breeze freeing strands of her tightly plaited pigtails. Crickets chirped,
stars began to sparkle as the sun's rays faded, and every once in a while a
fish would dart up to nip at the child's bare toes as they dangled in the
water. She stared out over the waves, thinking thoughts far beyond what
every other average elf who had just celebrated their seventieth birthday
would think. A swarm of fireflies streaked past her vision as she squinted
into the sunset, thinking that at the exact moment the sun disappeared from
the world, she could see the beyond, see between the planes, and catch sight
of the moment the lines between the worlds blurred. That she just might see
something beyond...
"Fear not, fair maiden! I shall save you from these nefarious insects who
dare cross your path!" A young voice called out, startling her from her
thoughts. She turned in surprise, seeing a grinning figure holding aloft a
grasshopper cage and a long, flame-singed dagger. Finding himself the
center of her attention, he crowed "Stand back, Lady! I am a Squire of the
Holy Knights and I will lay down my life to protect you from these heathen
crickets!"
She smiled, completely charmed. "My knight and my saviour, I am beyond
honored that would keep me from harm." She rose and crossed to him,
weighing the number of grasshoppers he had caged. "But these beasts are not
our enemy, my dear. Let us free them, so they may find peace away from the
battlefield."
The pint-sized halfling boy, no older than she was, considered for a moment.
"Very well, fair maiden, I will lay down my da... Sword, a sword wrested
bravely from the fiery clutches of Ruler of all Fire, and I will spare these
savages. But only in exchange for a favor from the most beautiful of ladies
in all of Serin. For a knight needs his lady to be true."
She thought for a minute before untying one of the ribbons from her braids.
"A token of my appreciation, then, sir Knight." And she tied the ribbon
around the haft of the fiery dagger and freed the grasshoppers.
The young halfling squire introduced himself as a mighty warrior and a
formidable protector of the innocent. "May I know your name, prettiest lady
of them all?" He then asked.
"I am Tindra", she said, and then thought for a moment. "Lady Tindra,
hopefully one day, sir. But for now, just an orphan fond of sea and magic."
The two children found themselves falling deeply into childlike curiosity
for each other, sitting at the docks, holding hands and looking up at the
sea and stars as they talked for hours about duties of Knights, Valour and
love.
Description (commended):
The willowy figure before you has the traditional look of an elven lady:
ivory skin, pointed ears, and thin, delicate build. Once sun-bleached hair
has been overtaken by the silvery white hue only seen in elves of mature
age, its snowy length falling in tangled disarray over her shoulders.
Wrinkles have sprouted along her brow, and the corners of her mouth, a sure
indication of a bright smile that flashes often. Matching lines creep along
the corners of her verdant eyes, their surprisingly clear depths still
managing to reflect not only the mischievous sparkle of youth, but also the
wisdom and intensity of one who has lived a long, if sometimes difficult,
life. A few smudges of crimson paint dot her forehead and cheeks,
suggestive of some struggle with creativity. Oddly, her gaze is oft darting
from place to place like the flight of the butterfly, never resting long on
a specific focal point. A variety of floral scents waft from her presence,
mixed with the heavier aroma of singed air and freshness of stormy seas
lingering in a chaotic contrast of each other.
Was stupid to expect get into a dead cabal.
What a waste of time. never again.
[reply to twerpalina]