<font color=magenta>Isaura

She watches apprehensively at the sight of Legolas and Sorsha entering the room via the portal. All her wretchedness of moments ago come surging back in her veins as her gaze meets her sister's. It is a tensed moment, but what should be done, must be done.

Stepping forward now, she clears her throat before speaking to her golden-haired sibling ~ "So... you are coming along as well." ~ Not quite knowing what else to say, she falls silent, wondering if that was an ill-chosen statement.</font>

<font color=silver>Sorsha

Her cheeks flush slightly as her exotic-looking sister approaches, then addresses herself. She, too, feels rather nervous and nods her head wordlessly, clenching her fists subconsciously. From Legolas' quiet and reassuring presence does she draw courage and strength. After a while, she replies softly ~ "Yes. And I hope you do not grudge it."</font>

<font color=magenta>Isaura

A lump forms on her throat, and she barely swallows it, realising that her earlier harshness would now always be a memory tarnishing their relationship. She lowers her head and whispers ~ "Let us forget our last conversation... we were both in the wrong, and there is no point dwelling in thoughtless words and frayed tempers." ~ Darts a glance at Sorsha ~ "What say you to that?"</font>

<font color=silver>Sorsha

The gush of delight coursing through her body is unspeakable ~ She is willing to give me another chance! ~ Yet seeing her sister's sincerity, she immediately feels guilt ~ I must not abuse this... I swear... I mustn't give in to temptation. ~ Hurriedly, she nods her head, trying to contain herself ~ "That is a wonderful idea, Isaura."</font>

<font color=cyan>There is little else to say between the two, who regard each other in a new light. The elven ranger, while happy to note this turn of events, is equally absorbed in the conversation of the others.</font>

LADY GALADRIA (She follows Sorsha and Legolas through the portal. She immediatly sees Blandamour and Eliza talking to Greentunic, whild Addison dresses his wounds. A beautiful green-haired girl is looking at Greentunic, anxiously listening to the conversation. She moves to listen to the convesation, though she wishes that the odor in the cabin were not so strong. Were they curing hides?)

ELIZA (She stands protectively near Blandamour, wishing that the girl on the bed weren't so beautiful. What if Blandamour liked green hair? She wishes that they could go on at get at the dragon, though she realises that valuable information has been obtained. She looks at Blandamour's sword, Cold Iron, dangling negligently in his huge fist, and thinks, that's not the only wound he deaals out that does not heal.)

OOC>>>Sorry Cyril and TAO, I have not had much fun with family here all week...I haven't even played NWN!!! Such a terrible sin, yet here I am posting, and not playing as I should. I can't stay away from this place. Anyway, here I go...

<font color=skyblue>Raymond

Raymond was listening to TAO's whisper, and was being distracted by the magical whispers of the forest. Night had fallen, yet the grove stayed radiant and alive. The winds had become cooler and Raymond was feeling the exaustion in his limbs sinking in. Not wanting to interrupt TAO's thoughts, yet needing to dismiss himself, he quietly said,

"Lady TAO, may I ne excused to rest this night? I am terribly fatigued and ...and...well, may I" ?</font>

[ 07-06-2002, 09:16 PM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]

Skye smiled. "Thank you, that's very kind. But surely there's a way to get closer, mayhap when the wyrm is asleep? Rather nervewracking(sp?) to compose a ballad when you can't move, out of fear of being eaten.. Rumour is, he has some sort of princess holed up there with him. Why doesn't he just eat her? Too bony?" Skye then handed the old hermit some elven mead that she had grabbed at the tavern. "Here, we can share this with your greens. Too bad there aren't any elves to share it with.. haven't seen any of my kind for a long time.. Er, I think..." she scratched her head in consternation, the beginning of a headache coming on as she struggled to remember.

SKUA (To Skye) "Aye, well, that'll go down fine. C'mere under this sycamore tree. It's hollow an' has a good view of the slot that lead's to his den. Careful, now, he's got some kind of buzzing guardian around the entrance."

(Sanael, who is watching the village, hears rustling in the bushes about 20 meters from him.)

Sanael Ganahr

sits up with a start - the suns warmth (and a lack of sleep from the night before) had lulled him to sleep. But he was sure that something or somebody had just stepped on a fallen branch behind him. Checking the village and seeing no change, he carefully moves towards the sound. In a few moments he sees the half-elf bard that had accompanied the group and an old man trying (rather amateurishly in his oppinion) to hide under a tree.

Carefully he moves closer - drawing his sword. When he's right behind them he clear his throat and hisses:

"What are you two doing here?"

<font color=skyblue>For Raymond</font>

<font color=white>The Steeplewood Forest

THE GROVE</font>

<font color=darkseagreen> “Shhhh!” Ligeia laughs softly to Raymond. “Never interrupt a woman when she’s opening up the mysteries of her past.” She rises to her feet and Aesop bounds quickly to her side. “Come, and I will show you to a place of rest.” Leaving the others to continue their conversation, she leads the young man across the grove to the other side of the great tree. Moving through an opening in a stand of laurel near the stream that runs from the spring at the grove’s entrance, she stops at a small hillock and whispers a few words in a strange language. An opening appears in the hillock. “The clasp I have given you will allow you to enter and leave this space without difficulty. Inside you should find all that you need.” Bending to scratch Aesop between the ears, she looks up at him and smiles, “Rest well, my friend. And tomorrow we shall see to your desire to remain among us.”

<font color=silver>ooc: Inside the hillock awaits a simply furnished, but quite comfortable room.</font>

<font color=skyblue>Raymond

Raymond bows to his hostess as she left the small abode. Looking over the place at a mere glance, he saw his heart's desire and ran over and flopped down upon the bed. He was asleep in seconds.</font>

EDIT:
I just sent you a PM about NWN

[ 07-07-2002, 09:36 PM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]

Just responded.

Sanael hears another rustle to the left of the bard and the monk. Silently moving closer, he sees a buckskin clad figure fitting an arrow to a bow and aiming at the bard and the monk.