Herald of the Raven [aka, What a Night! Part Two]

Myra stepped through the gate that Maligor had opened for her, to the Silver Arrow. It came up beside the Arrow, where the wind swept in from the northeast off of the bay. Myra closed her eyes and smiled for a brief moment, enjoying the cool caress of the breeze. She could smell spring in the air.

But she sensed something else in the air as well, and stepping around the corner, her suspicions were confirmed. Andrew Do'Kora. He glanced back only slightly as she circled around behind him with a pleasant smile.

"Do we always greet guests outside?" She glanced at the crowd standing around. She moved to stand beside Ainuyr, as he appeared to be the one with whom Andrew was "facing off".

Mike replied offhandedly. "Well it is a nice evening." Allanen was standing on the steps to the Arrow and added, "Some 'guests' are best left outside." And Ainuyr commented quietly, his eyes never leaving Andrew, "I'd rather be standing."

Andrew shot her an unamused look, and returned his attention to Ainuyr. Myra replied to the unamused look with a sweet smile for Andrew.

Crimson spoke up, "We are listening to the lich's lackey here."

"Oh? Is he telling a good tale?"

That seemed to get Andrew's attention, though he pretended to ignore Crimson, and turned his attention once more upon Myra. She was feeling so antagonistic... she almost hoped he'd try something.

She heard Mike from somewhere off to her side, "He is bearing the forked tongue of the lich."

"Perhaps you know the answer. Afterall, you were present when I presented the proposal..."

Myra moved just a bit closer to Ainuyr and he seemed to relax a little, but kept his eyes fixed warily upon Andrew.

"You've come for your answer then?"

Andrew nodded once. Her pale green eyes locked on his own blue gaze. And she smiled. A large, very happy smile. The smile of... well, an overly pleased smile.

"I think you might be pleased." She began.

Andrew stood up straight, his hand resting on the hilt of his blade.

Myra continued. Let him attack her here, in front of all of these people... "But if I recall correctly, I can sum up our answer in just two words." She gave an exaggerated look of feigned thought. "I believe what you can tell Khell is..." She spoke slowly to drag out the sentence. " "Stuff it." " She finished her statement by smiling her prettiest smile and fluttering her lashes at him.

"Well said." Ainuyr nodded with grim approval.

Andrew's expression twisted very slightly, hardly noticed, and then he closed his eyes for a moment. Seemingly reluctant? "Very well." He gave Myra a short bow, which she returned with a mocking curtsey. "I shall see you on the field then..." With that, he turned on his heel and walked away.

Myra was nearly giddy. "Oh, that made me feel MUCH better!"

The group of them fell into light conversation, discussing Andrew Do'Kora and his new 'master', Khellenduras. Myra was feeling on top of the world, though. Myra began thinking... She could have followed Andrew, she was pretty sure. A few days past, K'ryn had come to her and warned her of a new temple...

Maligor interupted her thoughts, "Myra, what do you seek at Khell's home?"

Myra frowns slightly, ignoring his question, instead she sent off a pigeon or two with some messages. Now was as good a time as any to see if any of the scholars she'd hired had found any information for her.

Something else caught her eye in the sky, as she released a third pigeon... A raven. Its hoarse call resounded over the forest as it circled above the Silver Arrow. Absently, she set her hand on her quiver. All the arrows held within were made by her own hand, and fletched with the feathers of those accursed birds that were sent as spies for Khellenduras.

Myra strung her bow, watching the bird circle.

Maligor and a female friend of his, Alyzia watched the bird overhead, as Myra paced. "If it bothers you that much, shoot it down," Alyzia said.

Myra frowned and hesitated... Taking an arrow from her quiver, she noched it and drew back, taking careful aim. One shot was all it took, and the raven fell to the ground with a thud, Myra's black fletched arrow protruding from its body.

"That oughta get his attention."

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> Myra stepped through the gate that Maligor had opened for her, to the Silver Arrow. It came up beside the Arrow, where the wind swept in from the northeast off of the bay. Myra closed her eyes and smiled for a brief moment, enjoying the cool caress of the breeze. She could smell spring in the air. > But she sensed something else in the air as well, and stepping around the corner, her suspicions were confirmed. Andrew Do'Kora. He glanced back only slightly as she circled around behind him with a pleasant smile. > "Do we always greet guests outside?" She glanced at the crowd standing around. She moved to stand beside Ainuyr, as he appeared to be the one with whom Andrew was "facing off". > Mike replied offhandedly. "Well it is a nice evening." Allanen was standing on the steps to the Arrow and added, "Some 'guests' are best left outside." And Ainuyr commented quietly, his eyes never leaving Andrew, "I'd rather be standing." > Andrew shot her an unamused look, and returned his attention to Ainuyr. Myra replied to the unamused look with a sweet smile for Andrew. > Crimson spoke up, "We are listening to the lich's lackey here." > "Oh? Is he telling a good tale?" > That seemed to get Andrew's attention, though he pretended to ignore Crimson, and turned his attention once more upon Myra. She was feeling so antagonistic... she almost hoped he'd try something. > She heard Mike from somewhere off to her side, "He is bearing the forked tongue of the lich." > "Perhaps you know the answer. Afterall, you were present when I presented the proposal..." > Myra moved just a bit closer to Ainuyr and he seemed to relax a little, but kept his eyes fixed warily upon Andrew. > "You've come for your answer then?" > Andrew nodded once. Her pale green eyes locked on his own blue gaze. And she smiled. A large, very happy smile. The smile of... well, an overly pleased smile. > "I think you might be pleased." She began. > Andrew stood up straight, his hand resting on the hilt of his blade. > Myra continued. Let him attack her here, in front of all of these people... "But if I recall correctly, I can sum up our answer in just two words." She gave an exaggerated look of feigned thought. "I believe what you can tell Khell is..." She spoke slowly to drag out the sentence. " "Stuff it." " She finished her statement by smiling her prettiest smile and fluttering her lashes at him. > "Well said." Ainuyr nodded with grim approval. > Andrew's expression twisted very slightly, hardly noticed, and then he closed his eyes for a moment. Seemingly reluctant? "Very well." He gave Myra a short bow, which she returned with a mocking curtsey. "I shall see you on the field then..." With that, he turned on his heel and walked away. > Myra was nearly giddy. "Oh, that made me feel MUCH better!" > The group of them fell into light conversation, discussing Andrew Do'Kora and his new 'master', Khellenduras. Myra was feeling on top of the world, though. Myra began thinking... She could have followed Andrew, she was pretty sure. A few days past, K'ryn had come to her and warned her of a new temple... > Maligor interupted her thoughts, "Myra, what do you seek at Khell's home?" > Myra frowns slightly, ignoring his question, instead she sent off a pigeon or two with some messages. Now was as good a time as any to see if any of the scholars she'd hired had found any information for her. > Something else caught her eye in the sky, as she released a third pigeon... A raven. Its hoarse call resounded over the forest as it circled above the Silver Arrow. Absently, she set her hand on her quiver. All the arrows held within were made by her own hand, and fletched with the feathers of those accursed birds that were sent as spies for Khellenduras. > Myra strung her bow, watching the bird circle. > Maligor and a female friend of his, Alyzia watched the bird overhead, as Myra paced. "If it bothers you that much, shoot it down," Alyzia said. > Myra frowned and hesitated... Taking an arrow from her quiver, she noched it and drew back, taking careful aim. One shot was all it took, and the raven fell to the ground with a thud, Myra's black fletched arrow protruding from its body. > "That oughta get his attention."
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