The Magic Flutes Continued: Old Friends(For Isil, Illisse ar Valandil and any who wish to read)

Myrna searched the forest floor for any sign of Tindomerel, the grass was slick with morning dew. Elven foot prints...lightly visible in the grass, but only for those looking for it. They were being followed by another set of foot prints...feet to large to be Lindor. It must of been Mori'Quessir....but only one. The first set of foot prints ended a few miles away from the Tavern...the other continued....spaced further apart meaning that their pace had quickened. Stopping at the first set ended in a small circle of trees. Breathing in her surroundings Myrna let her senses go.

The wind rustled the golden whisps on her face made her cloak flow lightly behind her. A sudden leap to the left and she relized she was in the right tree. A single missplaced leaf told her that much. Moving tree to tree she stopped...finding a moonspun strand of hair caught on a branch. "Tindy..." Myrna whispered relizing she was getting closer.

Resuming the constant weave through branches and leaping tree to tree Myrna stopped when she saw the arrow embedded in the tree. Gently she touched it's feathers and recognized it as that of drow. Slipping gently from the tree and landing gracefully on the ground Myrna seached the area with her eyes. There she found him.

The drow's corpse was in a crumpled pile on the ground Myrna knelt beside it and surveyed the damage, the scene around him depicted a struggle. Tindomerel was no where to be seen....A chill ran up Myrnas spine and a sudden relization came over her. She wasn't alone.

Standing up straight Myrna whispered a few words under her breath. "Koron en' naur." Flame appeared in her open palm and began to circulate into a raging ball. Carefully she stepped around the corpse and made her way around the clearing, slowly she drew Morinuin from its sheath. The dark blade glinted as it slid out of its ebony resting place. Whatever was there was right behind the large willow tree infront of her, she could hear strained breathing and feel its very essance.

Going close to the tree Myrna attempted to go around it. Crying in surprise she felt a hand grab the wrist with the fireball, it dissapeared instantly, the flash of a silverblade intercepted Morinuin and in one swift motion she was shoved up against the tree. Myrna tried to struggle free for amoment all she could see was the curved blade...and she recognized it. Lantaraana.

Lilac orbs stared into the blue-grey abyss, for amoment that was all Tindomerel saw. Confusion clouded her facial features and Lantaraana was lowered. "Lle fiose amin." The affects of the sleeping potion had worn off for the most part...it was waking up, a corpse only feet away from her that that startled her. Backing away from Myrna, she re-sheathed her Lantaranna and leaned back against a tree.

Sunlight filtered in through the dense forest, lighting the two up when the wind blew through. For a moment they were both silent. "Malia ten' yulna?" Myrna asked brightly and handed Tindomerel a flask.

"Uma...." Tindomerel took the flask and drank it back. "Mmmm....Evermead..." Licking her lips Tindomerel could feel the color return to her cheeks and warmth re-enter her body. Looking Myrna up and down she smiled back. "I have many questions for you young one....all that can wait till later."

Myrna laughed lightly, a sound that reminded one of wind chimes. "Well I can help you with the Evermead...I won it in a game of Kholiast..it was my first time playing and I did it so well they decided she could get a bottle." Peeling herself off the tree Myrna glanced in the direction of the Tavern. "We should go....or Tiri might end up doing something he'll later regret."

It was Tindomerels turn to laugh. "Right you are love. Let's get out of here....Lindor needs us." The two sprinted off back towards the Tavern.....

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> > Myrna searched the forest floor for any sign of Tindomerel, the grass was slick with morning dew. Elven foot prints...lightly visible in the grass, but only for those looking for it. They were being followed by another set of foot prints...feet to large to be Lindor. It must of been Mori'Quessir....but only one. The first set of foot prints ended a few miles away from the Tavern...the other continued....spaced further apart meaning that their pace had quickened. Stopping at the first set ended in a small circle of trees. Breathing in her surroundings Myrna let her senses go. > The wind rustled the golden whisps on her face made her cloak flow lightly behind her. A sudden leap to the left and she relized she was in the right tree. A single missplaced leaf told her that much. Moving tree to tree she stopped...finding a moonspun strand of hair caught on a branch. "Tindy..." Myrna whispered relizing she was getting closer. > Resuming the constant weave through branches and leaping tree to tree Myrna stopped when she saw the arrow embedded in the tree. Gently she touched it's feathers and recognized it as that of drow. Slipping gently from the tree and landing gracefully on the ground Myrna seached the area with her eyes. There she found him. > The drow's corpse was in a crumpled pile on the ground Myrna knelt beside it and surveyed the damage, the scene around him depicted a struggle. Tindomerel was no where to be seen....A chill ran up Myrnas spine and a sudden relization came over her. She wasn't alone. > Standing up straight Myrna whispered a few words under her breath. "Koron en' naur." Flame appeared in her open palm and began to circulate into a raging ball. Carefully she stepped around the corpse and made her way around the clearing, slowly she drew Morinuin from its sheath. The dark blade glinted as it slid out of its ebony resting place. Whatever was there was right behind the large willow tree infront of her, she could hear strained breathing and feel its very essance. > Going close to the tree Myrna attempted to go around it. Crying in surprise she felt a hand grab the wrist with the fireball, it dissapeared instantly, the flash of a silverblade intercepted Morinuin and in one swift motion she was shoved up against the tree. Myrna tried to struggle free for amoment all she could see was the curved blade...and she recognized it. Lantaraana. > Lilac orbs stared into the blue-grey abyss, for amoment that was all Tindomerel saw. Confusion clouded her facial features and Lantaraana was lowered. "Lle fiose amin." The affects of the sleeping potion had worn off for the most part...it was waking up, a corpse only feet away from her that that startled her. Backing away from Myrna, she re-sheathed her Lantaranna and leaned back against a tree. > Sunlight filtered in through the dense forest, lighting the two up when the wind blew through. For a moment they were both silent. "Malia ten' yulna?" Myrna asked brightly and handed Tindomerel a flask. > "Uma...." Tindomerel took the flask and drank it back. "Mmmm....Evermead..." Licking her lips Tindomerel could feel the color return to her cheeks and warmth re-enter her body. Looking Myrna up and down she smiled back. "I have many questions for you young one....all that can wait till later." > Myrna laughed lightly, a sound that reminded one of wind chimes. "Well I can help you with the Evermead...I won it in a game of Kholiast..it was my first time playing and I did it so well they decided she could get a bottle." Peeling herself off the tree Myrna glanced in the direction of the Tavern. "We should go....or Tiri might end up doing something he'll later regret." > It was Tindomerels turn to laugh. "Right you are love. Let's get out of here....Lindor needs us." The two sprinted off back towards the Tavern.....
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