Footsteps sounded in the corridor outside her door. kaltia wondered briefly where the hell Shevarash had gone before the steel bound door swung inward, smacking her hard on the head. A pair of drow guards threw in a limp elf before shutting the door on them both; she could hear them laughing and exchanging comments as she glanced at the elf. "great," she hissed. Damn elves. Since she was a little girl, she had been...hurt...by a trio of moon elves who lived in the Moonwood for her drow heritage. She had never told her mother, fearing the women would attempt to kill those elves. And they would get her first.

Calaethis returned, and sent Shev to stay in his room, he entered the tavern, and walked slowly to his cousin, and looked as if he was ready to duck if she raised her hand so much as an inch. "I've seen to Shev, hes in my room..."

The moon elf was still asleep. kaltia resisted the urge to give him a good hard boot in the ribs in memory of what his kin had done to her.
Oddly enough, at this angle he sort of looked like Calaethis...she shook that thought away and noticing he was awakening, signalled Callistia into position. Three hundred pounds of panther flopped across the elf's back, pinning him to the ground, but to her surprise he shoved the panther off him and stood up, survying the area. he then noticed her, rattling off a sentance in drow-no doubt a curse of defiance-so quickly she gave up trying to understand.
" I am not your captor," she said, stammering over the elfish words.
he paused and gave a tired laugh.
"Half breed." he snarled, turning away. he padded over to the door, pushing it.
"I've tried," she spat. "it won't budge."
He ignored her and carried pushing at it. "Listen!" she snapped, grabbing his shoulder and pulling him around. "You arrogant bastard! I HAVE TRIED THE DOOR ALREADY!"
"Don't speak to me like that, drow!" he growled, slapping her hand away.
"HALF-drow," she corrected, the dangerous fire her mother had once said was a sign to run for it apprearing in her eyes. "You stupid elf-"
"Not elf," corrected the moon elf, now trying the door again.
"Oh yes? What then?"
"Dragon." the elf said mildly, scratching at the door.
She laughed at him.
He changed shape.
It didn't look good.

*Natha smiled over his drink at Skye, and then turned to Alliene*

<font color="teal">Ally, Can I ask, Where are you planning on going? I'll see you in a day? tell those arachnid worshipping trash that they will see me in a day? Your up to something...</font>

*His smile had dissapeared*

<font color=pink>She leaned her chin on her propped up hand, scratching the newly returned Zachana with the other, her tone flat and eyes dark,

"I am assuming these drow will find me, although it seems they would rather try their pitfiul assassins against me first, since they did't tell me where. I'll get as much information out of them about what they want with you before I kill them," she saw the look on Natha's face for her last words and she grimaced, "Sorry, but they will pay for the trouble they're causing us," her smoldering glare turned to Calaethis, growing softer when she looked at him, "Thank-you for fetching them cousin," she gave one of her rare grateful smiles.</font>

Calaethis shot his cousin a grateful smile for her acknowledging him. He walked over to her softly, and sat down by her side, grinned and said "I hate to interrupt you cousin, but erm, could.." he trailed off, and spoke again with a slightly impish grin "fetching them was hard and thirsty work... do you s'pose I could have something to drink?" he followed that up quickly by saying "non alcoholic of course". Then he whispered in her ear "Your dragon... what does she think of me..? I kinda felt dissaproval.. or was it just my imagination?" by now, Calaethis had walked off any tipsyness he had had..

By the time the drow guards had returned to see how the one who knew where Natha was and the intended dracolich were still alive, they found a huge silver male curled up on the floor, Kaltia resting against him.
"So you knew my mother?" she was saying. the silver raised his mighty head from his paws and nodded.
"Kathryn Amulis used to keep an eye out for my kind, foil attempts to steal our eggs, ekcetera." he said, voice booming around the chamber. "i find it hard to believe one such as she was caught unawares by something as foolish as a drow."
"they got you, didn't they?"
"You take point," the dragon chuckled, resting his head on his paws again. "what is our name, little one?"
"Kaltia."
"Darlian." the silver mumbled, spreading a wing lazily like a semi-blanket. "You heard why they want me? usually they'd avoid me as their petty Lolth could not protect them from the wrath of the seldarine."
"Sacrifice. Zin Carla. dracolich." she said. Darlian's head shot up, a curl of mist billowing from his nostrils.
"We'll see about THAT." he said firmly.

OOC- wanna fight me for him? [img]tongue.gif[/img] [img]tongue.gif[/img] :D :D j/k
if Skye were real, her feelings would be hurt [img]tongue.gif[/img]

IC- Skye frowned slightly, sipping at her drink. "I believe he was sent away in order to insure his safety... by his parents, or guardian. I thought it might have been because they held a position of power that was being threatened, and they wanted him out of harms way." She shrugged. "But I'm not familiar with Drow customs, at least underground, so I wouldn't know."
She couldn't help but laugh softly into her drink, at Cal's obvious slight drunkeness. 'No wonder Alliene didn't want him to drink,' she thought to herself. She winced slightly, overhearing what he had attempted to whisper to Alliene, but ignored it.
"I would really appreciate it if you let me join your party," she said to Alliene sincerly. "I hope you don't keep judging me by my mixed blood though... things just got off to a bad start, because of that paladin. Let's start over, shall we?" She held out her hand to her.

Calaethis turns and glares at Dameon. "Before you say anything, Elven wine isnt *that* strong." he grinned slightly. "still it was fun playing at being tipsy" he smiled again, revealing that even though he'd killed, he was still young, and a child in elven terms, an addolescent in human terms.

[ 11-03-2002, 11:19 AM: Message edited by: Calaethis Dragonsbane ]

OOC-Muaha, I snared him as mine officially as well [img]tongue.gif[/img]