âThanks,â she said, relatively certain that the word heâd used was supposed to be something polite said to excuse a sneeze. If it wasnât, well, more the fool her, and she was willing to be a little foolish to think the best of people. She sniffled slightly, but fortunately for her it seemed that the scarf was doing its job, and she felt no need to expel further irritants from her lungs.
What he said then made her smile, and though the gesture itself was invisible beneath the shroud over her lower face, it was certainly beatific enough to crinkle her eyes at the corners. She had missed travelling with company, something sheâd become fairly used to in Rikashâs tutelage. âSounds like ân excellenâ idea, âavi. Iâd be âappy t'.â Sheâd met but few elves thus far in her journeys, as Rikash had always seemed to be primarily interested in learning what he could of the humans, but she had ventured into the edges of their great forest-land, and though it was not
her natural habitat, there was much to be said for it, indeed. The trees had swept overhead, their canopies a more vaulted ceiling than in any human cathedral or palace sheâd ever seen. The people that grew up in such natural splendor had always struck her as a little splendid themselves, so naturally inclined to arts of grace and subterfuge and subtlety as her own were not. Even the way they spoke was more elegant, which was obvious when one compared her inflection to Havinthirâs.
Berry was clever, perhaps even wise, but she was not elegant.
"I'm glad. It's been a while since I've conversed with a dwarf. The last time I saw your kind was..." Havinthir tapped his lips gently as he thought back, "My... several years ago. Your people have such a way with creating things, enchanting and the like. I find it very intriguing to learn about," He stretched his hand out again and let it run along the tall grass. He was a bit lost in thought, memories of the past when he'd first ventured from his forest and encountered the other races.
"Not much've a smith, m'self," Berry admitted. "That w's m'father's trade. I do 'ave a fair hand with enchantmen', though." She supposed such things had become mundane to her through exposure; the talent for working metal had never seemed all that interesting or important when she was learning it. It was perhaps, like many things, a matter of perspective.
Shifting her eyes overhead for a moment, she was about to drop them again when she noticed something vaguely unsettling. There, on the horizon, was a thickening cloud of grey-black. It was small from this distance, but growing more visible as it plumed ever upwards. The dwarf's eyebrows drew together, and she tapped her companion's elbow, seeking to draw him from his musings. Pointing, she spoke. "'M I th' only one wha' sees tha'?"
The soft touch on his elbow drew his attention and he looked down at Berry with a soft smile. However, that smile didn't last as she pointed out into the distance to gain his attention on something that she'd seen. His sharp gaze caught the smoke that billowed on the horizon, gray plumes that rose up into the air one after another. Havinthir's breath caught as he narrowed his eyes, lips parting into a look of astonishment and a bit of fear.
"What happened?" Havi muttered. Glancing down to Berry, he changed direction slightly to go towards the smoke, figuring that she would wish to go there as well, "We should go quickly."
"Righ'," Berry agreed, easing her pace into a loping jog. She wasn't too concerned with leaving the grass undisturbed at this point, as it seemed that whatever that smoke signified, it was probably urgent. As they both triangulated themselves to head towards the smoke, it seemed to grow only heavier and more ominous, blotting out the sun above them.
Upon approach, it became clear that this was no simple brush fire. A thick, cloying smell hung in the air, and she recognized it as burnt flesh and something else... fur, maybe? It was a sickening thought, to say the least. Biting her tongue, the dwarf forged ahead, breaking from the confines of the grasses and into a wide clearing that had once encircled a vyldkin settlement.
What was left could hardly be called charred ruins. It seemed that everything flammable had burned, wood and hides and foods alike, and amidst the carnage lay the occasional body, unmoving and dead or else in the last throes of panicked life. Just from looking, she could tell that there was nothing her moderate talent for magic could do to help those that yet breathed-- some of them missing limbs or eyes or entire swaths of fur. Aside from the ragged breathing of these tortured survivors and the crackling of what flames remained to feed on the dregs of the encampment, there was no sound, and the stillness itself was eerie.
Berry hurried forth, unthinking except for the desire to aid those whom she saw. Rationally, she knew there was little to be done, but that could not quell the instinct to go to them, to kneel beside them, and to the first she saw she ran, the pearlescent shimmer of her magic licking at her fingertips, a spell for nothing more than to numb pain, to make death less of an agony.
"Wha' happen'd 'ere?" she asked aloud, though it was not clear if she expected the vyldkin she now knelt beside to answer.
"Dashindalli," Havi whispered to himself as he entered the ruined settlement. His heart was tight as he looked around the destruction. The vyldkin were either dead or dying and there was nothing he could do about it. His hands shook as he walked into the village. Berry had gone to one of the vyldkin on the ground, asking a question about what had happened. Havinthir wasn't sure if the vyldkin answered her or not.
Moving to another vyldkin, the elf knelt down next to her and pulled her head up onto his lap. She was just barely alive, her breath shallow and very slow. He didn't know how much longer she had. There was nothing he could do in the way of healing, and he didn't have time to prepare any sort of potions either. Nor would he be able to treat all of them. His jaw tightened as he looked down at the poor woman.
Resting his hand over her eyes, he muttered to himself in elvish, a simple prayer for her passing from this world to the next. He held her until she drew her final breath and stood up afterwards, angered that such a thing had happened. Havi went to Berry and the vyldkin she'd been next to.
"Did he say anything?"
The vyldkin coughed up blood, soaking into the fur on his chest. "...came from the shadows... fleshbags..." With that, the final breath escaped from his lips and his head fell back down upon the dwarf's lap, eyes staring off toward the infinite.
Berry eased him gently to the ground, closing his eyes, and stood morosely, wrapping her arms around her torso and hugging herself, as though that was the only thing keeping her insides in place. It was a rather sympathetic reaction, considering how many of these poor people could not say that their entrails were all where they properly belonged.
At Havinthir's question, she bit her lip. "'E said... tha' they came out o' th' shadows. 'E used th' term 'fleshbags,' which coul' mean anythin' non-vyldkin, so I 'ave no idea 'f this was somethin' the 'umans did or no'." She couldn't imagine why
anyone would spring out of nowhere and attack a settlement like this, no matter who lived in it, but then perhaps that was a fault in her reasoning. If so, she hoped she never corrected the flaw.
"Fleshbags... It could mean anyone. This is terrible, Berry..." Havi looked to her and noted that she had wrapped her hands around herself. Stretching a hand out, he touched her shoulder, unsure if she wanted any other kind of comfort or not. He looked around them once more, the burning and the smell permeated the air. The elf was having a hard time standing it as he sat there. It was a sickening feeling that settled at the bottom of his stomach.
"Berry, we should do something with their bodies, we cannot leave them out here like this," Slowly he stood up and glanced around. There was enough fire to do the trick without having to make any, "We'll build pyres for them. I want to find who did this... I want to know why," Havi said in anger.
Berry glanced up at her fellow traveler and nodded firmly. "Righ'. 'S th' only thing we can do for 'em, now." Glancing about, she tried to locate the best place to construct such a pyre. A neaby building, having been made of wood and once-stretched leather, was still burning quite vigorously; it seemed like that would be the best place for it.
"'F we can move 'em o'er there, we can give 'em a proper sendin'-off, a' leas'." She pointed out the place she had in mind, but there was no way she'd be able to move all these people herself. Sturdy and strong she may be, but vyldkin were massive as a rule.
Havinthir looked over to where Berry pointed. The building was already burning and it would serve to be a pyre. Havinthir wasn't very strong, but he could at least drag some of the smaller vyldkin over to the area. The others that were much larger he would have to use his magic for. However, the elf would have to be careful not to use too much magic. It would be bad if his levitation came back on him.
"I can drag a few of them, if you could help me," he said and began dragging a few of them that he could over to the burning building. Once he'd gotten all that he could near the building, Havi stood over them and took a deep breath. Lifting his hands up he pulled the power into existace, calling his magic to wrap around the bodies before him. Carefully he lifted them, one by one and put them into the building as far as he could without putting too much strain on his own body.
Thankfully there weren't many to lift, but even so at the end of it, Havi was breathing heavily, his body feelng heavier than usual. As he let go of the last one, he dropped onto his hands and knees, heaves of air being brought into his lungs that felt as if he'd had a very large animal sitting on top of him.
After helping the elf drag the first few, she watched with some apprehensiveness as he levitated the rest, pursing her lips when he'd finished doubled over with the exertion. Though she had some talent for alteration, it was more in the realms of organic and inorganic material, not something as esoteric as manipulating gravity.
Still, there was something she could do. Picking her way over to him, the dwarf splayed a hand over his upper back, reaching for her own magic and applying a burst of healing energy to him. "I know 's not really me you're doin' this all for, bu' thank you 'nyhow," she said simply, withdrawing her hand and turning towards the pyre.
Some time later, the pyre had burned low and the bodies were all ash in the wind, as the vyldkin preferred to be after death. "Seems like we should be tellin' someone abou' all this..." she mused thoughtfully. "Bu' I dunno who, 'xactly."
Havi nodded. He was standing now beside the shorter woman, his eyes lingering on the ashes of the village. They should report this to someone, but who exactly? Who was going to listen to a story that involved the death of an entire vyldkin village? There were not many who cared about the race. With a sigh he turned to Berry.
"Looks like we need to go find who will listen and do something to help us. This definitely takes precedence over finding another village to travel with," Havinthir turned away from the ashes. He knew that the human settlements were not far from where they'd deviated from. Perhaps a day or so walk.
"Let's see who we can find, maybe we'll get lucky," Havi said and started to head south.