-
RPG
-
About RPG »
-
RPG is a community of over 100,000 roleplayers from all around the world.
We build virtual worlds.
-
- Our Rules
- Writing Tool
- 👥 Authors
- 🥇 Achievements
-
₿ Contribute
- Official Patreon »
-
Donate Now with Internet Money
Clicking the code below will launch your Bitcoin wallet, or you can simply scan it with your mobile wallet. Don't have one? Install Copay »
3BZssGaw5HJEeZPhQDR3ExSqfSn1sFWb46
- 👻 Etherpad
- 🏦 Market
- 🎙️ News
-
About RPG »
- ☰ Scenes
- 🏛️ Forum
- 📣 Chat
- 🌐 Universes
- ⛩️ Places
Announcements: Cutting Costs (2024) » January 2024 Copyfraud Attack » Finding Universes to Join (and making yours more visible!) » Guide To Universes On RPG » Member Shoutout Thread » Starter Locations & Prompts for Newcomers » RPG Chat — the official app » Frequently Asked Questions » Suggestions & Requests: THE MASTER THREAD »
Latest Discussions: Adapa Adapa's for adapa » To the Rich Men North of Richmond » Shake Senora » Good Morning RPG! » Ramblings of a Madman: American History Unkempt » Site Revitalization » Map Making Resources » Lost Poetry » Wishes » Ring of Invisibility » Seeking Roleplayer for Rumple/Mr. Gold from Once Upon a Time » Some political parody for these trying times » What dinosaur are you? » So, I have an Etsy » Train Poetry I » Joker » D&D Alignment Chart: How To Get A Theorem Named After You » Dungeon23 : Creative Challenge » Returning User - Is it dead? » Twelve Days of Christmas »
Players Wanted: Long-term fantasy roleplay partners wanted » Serious Anime Crossover Roleplay (semi-literate) » Looking for a long term partner! » JoJo or Mha roleplay » Seeking long-term rp partners for MxM » [MxF] Ruining Beauty / Beauty x Bastard » Minecraft Rp Help Wanted » CALL FOR WITNESSES: The Public v Zosimos » Social Immortal: A Vampire Only Soiree [The Multiverse] » XENOMORPH EDM TOUR Feat. Synthe Gridd: Get Your Tickets! » Aishna: Tower of Desire » Looking for fellow RPGers/Characters » looking for a RP partner (ABO/BL) » Looking for a long term roleplay partner » Explore the World of Boruto with Our Roleplaying Group on FB » More Jedi, Sith, and Imperials needed! » Role-player's Wanted » OSR Armchair Warrior looking for Kin » Friday the 13th Fun, Anyone? » Writers Wanted! »
Dhaelhel
The Old God of the Sky.
0 · 1,354 views · located in 
Mountain Path
a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by Maree, as played by RolePlayGateway
Groups
So begins...
Dhaelhel's Story
A meteor streaked across the clear blue sky; a raging ball of flame and smoke accompanied by a cacophonous roar. It landed with a thunderous boom in The Ruins, toppling many of the aged and crumbling walls. A crater formed in the earth where the meteor landed. It was several feet deep and filled with smoke.
When the smoke began to clear, a look inside of the crater revealed that it was not a meteor that had struck the ground. It was a person; a female by the looks of it.
And she was alive.
Dhaelhel's wings were broken and torn. Most of her white feathers had burned away into ash. Soot coated her pale skin and her blond hair had turned black. She coughed to clear her lungs as she attempted to lift herself from the ruin of the earth. The woman was weak and blood seeped from multiple small wounds on her arms, legs, and back.
Dhaelhel collapsed back onto the earth and laid her cheek on the rubble. There was so much pain. It hurt. She had never felt it before.
When the smoke began to clear, a look inside of the crater revealed that it was not a meteor that had struck the ground. It was a person; a female by the looks of it.
And she was alive.
Dhaelhel's wings were broken and torn. Most of her white feathers had burned away into ash. Soot coated her pale skin and her blond hair had turned black. She coughed to clear her lungs as she attempted to lift herself from the ruin of the earth. The woman was weak and blood seeped from multiple small wounds on her arms, legs, and back.
Dhaelhel collapsed back onto the earth and laid her cheek on the rubble. There was so much pain. It hurt. She had never felt it before.
The elf woman had noticed the meteor in the sky and raced towards the ruins. She nearly toppled over when the ground shook in order to announce that it had met the thing that had fallen from the sky. Quickly recovering her balance, she raced even faster towards the sight. Excitement was clear on her face.
Once within the ruins, the elf crawled over the rubble, attempting to get to where the 'rock' had landed. It was said that fallen stars made the best weapons, and most of those weapons could speak. Or at least, that's what the legend said. Scrapping her knees and hands, she climbed the wall of the outer part of the ruins, jumping down as soon as she could to race off towards the crater.
However, her breath caught in her chest as soon as she saw the female in the middle of the wreckage. How could anyone survive that? It was unheard of! Abnormal as it appeared, there she sat, wounded and blackened by the fall to Terra. Slowly, the red haired elf backed away. 'Maybe if I go quickly, it won't notice I'm here.. Oh blast my luck..! Thought I finally had a turn of events and only get to meet up with a strange alien chick falling from the sky..'
Once within the ruins, the elf crawled over the rubble, attempting to get to where the 'rock' had landed. It was said that fallen stars made the best weapons, and most of those weapons could speak. Or at least, that's what the legend said. Scrapping her knees and hands, she climbed the wall of the outer part of the ruins, jumping down as soon as she could to race off towards the crater.
However, her breath caught in her chest as soon as she saw the female in the middle of the wreckage. How could anyone survive that? It was unheard of! Abnormal as it appeared, there she sat, wounded and blackened by the fall to Terra. Slowly, the red haired elf backed away. 'Maybe if I go quickly, it won't notice I'm here.. Oh blast my luck..! Thought I finally had a turn of events and only get to meet up with a strange alien chick falling from the sky..'
Dhaelhel's hand shook as she tried to reach for a rock to drag herself out of the crater. Once her fingers clasped onto the rock, she tried to pull herself forward. The ragged earth beneath Dhaelhel tore the skin of her stomach and made it scream with fiery pain. The woman cried out pathetically and curled into herself.
"It hurts," she chanted over and over again with tears spilling down her cheeks. "Please, help," Dhaelhel called out to anyone that may have been near. She slowly came onto her hands and knees, scraping more skin along the gravelly ground. Dhaehel lifted a hand to her face and broke out into fresh tears.
"I'm bleeding," she sobbed. Dhaelhel had never before bled. Gods didn't bleed.
"It hurts," she chanted over and over again with tears spilling down her cheeks. "Please, help," Dhaelhel called out to anyone that may have been near. She slowly came onto her hands and knees, scraping more skin along the gravelly ground. Dhaehel lifted a hand to her face and broke out into fresh tears.
"I'm bleeding," she sobbed. Dhaelhel had never before bled. Gods didn't bleed.
Curtana groaned softly as she heard the pleas of the woman. It wasn't in her nature to leave someone hurt, even if that someone had just survived the impossible. But still, this made her uneasy. Her mind raced and mentally she cursed herself when it finally came to a decision. Sliding down the side of the crater, she would climb down to the woman. "Hold on. I'm coming!" She called, half hearted.
On the way down, she pulled off one of her pouches from her belt and knelt down beside the woman in order to assess the damage done. Minor things, scrapes and bruises were easy and could be bandaged up with herbs and the like. Other, more serious wounds, like breaks or punctures, needed more attention. She gently would try to coax the woman to turn to lay on her back. "I'll try to help you.." She murmured.
On the way down, she pulled off one of her pouches from her belt and knelt down beside the woman in order to assess the damage done. Minor things, scrapes and bruises were easy and could be bandaged up with herbs and the like. Other, more serious wounds, like breaks or punctures, needed more attention. She gently would try to coax the woman to turn to lay on her back. "I'll try to help you.." She murmured.
Dhaelhel allowed her posture to be manipulated by the kind heart that had come to her aid. However, when Curtana tried to play Dhaelhel on her back, the woman protested with a series of cries. It was her wings. They were broken in multiple places and hung at odd angles. Dhaelhel's left wing had been partially ripped from her back. It hung onto her skin by a bare few tendons and muscle. Blood ran like a red sheet down Dhaelhel's back and she was losing color.
"It hurts," Dhaelhel said again. "The Fall. It hurt. I-I did not know there was pain. There's so much pain. Please," she begged. "Please make it go away." The winged-woman tried to grasp Curtana by her arms but there was so much weakness in Dhaelhel it was as if a child had tried to grab Curtana.
"It hurts," Dhaelhel said again. "The Fall. It hurt. I-I did not know there was pain. There's so much pain. Please," she begged. "Please make it go away." The winged-woman tried to grasp Curtana by her arms but there was so much weakness in Dhaelhel it was as if a child had tried to grab Curtana.
The hooded man was in one of the numerous towers when the meteor impact came; his purpose for being there was anyone's guess, and the tower quite nearly toppled when the rock came down. By the grace of some power or other, however, it remained standing, albeit with less structure than prior.
Within, the man was regaining his bearings; the usually steady and calm form momentarily alarmed at the blast, clutching a pillar in one hand, and his bow in the other. Seekingly, he plays his eyes towards the site of the impact. Keen as they were, he could make out two figures in the middle of the crater, a curious occurrence, to be sure. One appeared to be... angelic. Or winged, if nothing else; a curiosity.
Silent as a leaf falling from a tree, the cloaked figure slips out one of the portholes in the tower, and begins lightly jumping and climbing his way down the tower, a cautious interest in his steps.
Within, the man was regaining his bearings; the usually steady and calm form momentarily alarmed at the blast, clutching a pillar in one hand, and his bow in the other. Seekingly, he plays his eyes towards the site of the impact. Keen as they were, he could make out two figures in the middle of the crater, a curious occurrence, to be sure. One appeared to be... angelic. Or winged, if nothing else; a curiosity.
Silent as a leaf falling from a tree, the cloaked figure slips out one of the portholes in the tower, and begins lightly jumping and climbing his way down the tower, a cautious interest in his steps.
The damage was critical. No amount of herbs and bandages could stop the bleeding from the wings. The woman mentally cursed again. 'How do I get myself into these things..?' She thought to herself as she placed her hands gently on the woman's forehead.
Elves, at least her kind, had very little in the way of magical ability on their own. She could heal, but it would take a lot of energy and a lot more than what she had to completely heal the woman. Drawing upon the source of power, she would gently try to pulse the magic within the woman in order to mend the wings to the point of non-critical condition, repairing and replacing flesh as best she could. The minor burns and cuts was the least of her concern right this moment. "I'll try to mend your wings and your back as best I can.. I cannot make them perfect again, but you won't bleed to death at least.." She explained calmly, quietly. "I will try to make the pain better.."
Elves, at least her kind, had very little in the way of magical ability on their own. She could heal, but it would take a lot of energy and a lot more than what she had to completely heal the woman. Drawing upon the source of power, she would gently try to pulse the magic within the woman in order to mend the wings to the point of non-critical condition, repairing and replacing flesh as best she could. The minor burns and cuts was the least of her concern right this moment. "I'll try to mend your wings and your back as best I can.. I cannot make them perfect again, but you won't bleed to death at least.." She explained calmly, quietly. "I will try to make the pain better.."
A piercing scream erupted from Dhaelhel's mouth as Curtana attempted to mend the tear in her back. Growing flesh in a very short amount of time was not a pleasant sensation to bear. Fresh, raw, and pink skin worked its way around the tear. Sinew, nerves, and tendons began to twist and form back together. A loud crack sounded and one of the kinks in Dhaelhel's wings straightened itself. It was followed by another harrowing scream.
After several, long, agonizing seconds there was a new patch of flesh on Dhaelhel's back above the sheet of blood and her wings had mostly righted themselves. She took in a relieved gasp of air and curled up against Curtana's chest.
After several, long, agonizing seconds there was a new patch of flesh on Dhaelhel's back above the sheet of blood and her wings had mostly righted themselves. She took in a relieved gasp of air and curled up against Curtana's chest.
He had reached the bottom of the tower around the time the angelic being screamed. The man was not one prone to outbursts of emotion, but that blood chilling note was enough to make his eyes water in sorrow. Advancing through the, now mostly collapsed ruins, he keeps his bow close at hand- just in case.
Soon, he is on the edge of the crater, peering down. He could see the angelic being more closely now, and her savior; an Elf, by the looks of things. While his own features would be cloaked by the hood and mask he wore, the man was nevertheless pleased to see one of his own. It set him at ease, slightly.
The situation at hand, however, demanded his attention. It seemed the angelic creature was alright, but there was no situation that more assistance couldn't help. Cautiously, he peers up over the ledge of the crater and calls down softly;
"Ho, there! Do you need a hand?" His deep, calming voice might echo down the gradient.
Soon, he is on the edge of the crater, peering down. He could see the angelic being more closely now, and her savior; an Elf, by the looks of things. While his own features would be cloaked by the hood and mask he wore, the man was nevertheless pleased to see one of his own. It set him at ease, slightly.
The situation at hand, however, demanded his attention. It seemed the angelic creature was alright, but there was no situation that more assistance couldn't help. Cautiously, he peers up over the ledge of the crater and calls down softly;
"Ho, there! Do you need a hand?" His deep, calming voice might echo down the gradient.
The woman focused, pushing flesh back to where it should be, where it needed to be. What seemed to be eternity, the woman released the source of power she drew upon and nearly collapsed herself. Her face was pale, beads of sweat forming on her temples and her limbs shook. "Nearly.. over did it.." She breathed, reaching shakily for her pouch. "Sorry.. That was.. The best I could do.." She explained, pulling out bandages and herbs in order to try to wrap the other scrapes and cuts up with.
She felt like she was going to vomit, but she worked swiftly in the attempts to finish bandaging this weird woman up enough to send her on her way. "Didn't mean for it to hurt worse.." She muttered. "But it should be better now.."
The spirits around her were almost painful to listen to right now. Most were angry. This did not help the pulsing in her head. "How did you survive that fall.." She asked, mostly to herself. She did not realize she was speaking out loud.
She felt like she was going to vomit, but she worked swiftly in the attempts to finish bandaging this weird woman up enough to send her on her way. "Didn't mean for it to hurt worse.." She muttered. "But it should be better now.."
The spirits around her were almost painful to listen to right now. Most were angry. This did not help the pulsing in her head. "How did you survive that fall.." She asked, mostly to herself. She did not realize she was speaking out loud.
Dhaelhel was still weak but she was no longer dying. It was all due to the kindness and caring of the woman who had given her such charity. Dhaelhel was starting to realize how beautiful life truly was in the eyes of a mortal. Tired but curious sky-clue eyes watched Curtana work on the more minor injuries.
"I did not survive the Fall. Not as I was..." Dhaelhel said in a sorrowful voice. "I feel pain now. The plants you are using sting on my flesh, my flesh that can feel your flesh. It is wonderful and awful all at the same time. How do you mortal withstand so much sensation at one time?"
The question was an odd one but there was nothing aside from sincerity in Dhaelhel's eyes.
"I did not survive the Fall. Not as I was..." Dhaelhel said in a sorrowful voice. "I feel pain now. The plants you are using sting on my flesh, my flesh that can feel your flesh. It is wonderful and awful all at the same time. How do you mortal withstand so much sensation at one time?"
The question was an odd one but there was nothing aside from sincerity in Dhaelhel's eyes.
Picking up the brief lilting notes of conversation, the man stands to move forward; they had not heard him, it seemed, and understandably so at that. After all, one just survived... well, something nigh-impossible, and the other was dealing with said survival. Stepping forward, he takes care not to dislodge any of the newly ashen earth, as he moves forward.
In a softer voice, as he draws closer, he calls out again;
"Are you two alright?"
In a softer voice, as he draws closer, he calls out again;
"Are you two alright?"
Did not survive the fall? Mortal?
The woman physically flinched as the reality hit her like a sack of bricks. A deity? Or use to be. Winged beings were not all that strange here, and there was even a race of winged people. But dealing with deities was way out of her range. Especially, as it seemed, this one had lost her grace.
She through the fog in her mind, she tried to come up with an answer. "I guess we're just use to it. The plants may sting, but they will numb the cuts soon enough.." Her ears perked at the sound of steps behind her and she turned. A bit too quickly at that, her face turned a bit green.
"I-I'm alright.." She said, although it was very obvious she was about to faint from exhaustion and exertion. "Not sure about her though.. I've done what I can.." She added, swallowing hard at the end.
The woman physically flinched as the reality hit her like a sack of bricks. A deity? Or use to be. Winged beings were not all that strange here, and there was even a race of winged people. But dealing with deities was way out of her range. Especially, as it seemed, this one had lost her grace.
She through the fog in her mind, she tried to come up with an answer. "I guess we're just use to it. The plants may sting, but they will numb the cuts soon enough.." Her ears perked at the sound of steps behind her and she turned. A bit too quickly at that, her face turned a bit green.
"I-I'm alright.." She said, although it was very obvious she was about to faint from exhaustion and exertion. "Not sure about her though.. I've done what I can.." She added, swallowing hard at the end.
There was no alarm raised in Dhaelhel as the elven man approached. She was not used to emotions of fear or caution. Dhaelhel was trusting and eager to meet the creatures here. She was also sad for them because Dhaelhel knew that Naar was here, hiding. He was going to seduce and seethe his blackness into them all.
"She made the pain go away," Dhaelhel said with an innocent smile. She examined the poultices on her arms. The remnants of her wings folded against her back as they should. "I must give you some payment," Dhaelhel spoke as she took the elaborate gold necklace from around her neck and pinned it around Curtana's.
"You are a beautiful creature," the fallen god stated before she looked to the man and then back to Curtana. "Does he belong to you? Are you of the same kind, or blood? I do not know what you are. What do you call yourselves?"
"She made the pain go away," Dhaelhel said with an innocent smile. She examined the poultices on her arms. The remnants of her wings folded against her back as they should. "I must give you some payment," Dhaelhel spoke as she took the elaborate gold necklace from around her neck and pinned it around Curtana's.
"You are a beautiful creature," the fallen god stated before she looked to the man and then back to Curtana. "Does he belong to you? Are you of the same kind, or blood? I do not know what you are. What do you call yourselves?"
A slight smile crept onto his face behind the mask; nodding to the Elf, though looking more closely he wasn't sure she was a full blood, he walks a respectable distance towards the winged woman, taking note of her wounds.
As he came closer and made out the words spoken about him, his smile broadened slightly; the notion that he may have 'belonged' to someone was amusing, simply put. Instead of commenting on the mention, he speaks in a low, soothing tone. "I am glad to hear she put your ails at ease."
He then looks towards the half-Elf, allowing her to answer as she saw fit, waiting until he was addressed to offer any response. By this time he had, naturally, slid his bow onto his shoulder, and was offering a small metal flask to the drained woman. "It may help," he says simply; it was a regenerative draught he carried, made of many plants from his home.
As he came closer and made out the words spoken about him, his smile broadened slightly; the notion that he may have 'belonged' to someone was amusing, simply put. Instead of commenting on the mention, he speaks in a low, soothing tone. "I am glad to hear she put your ails at ease."
He then looks towards the half-Elf, allowing her to answer as she saw fit, waiting until he was addressed to offer any response. By this time he had, naturally, slid his bow onto his shoulder, and was offering a small metal flask to the drained woman. "It may help," he says simply; it was a regenerative draught he carried, made of many plants from his home.
"No, no payment is necessary--" Too late, the winged woman had pinned the necklace around her neck, and her too drained to stop it or fine a polite way to refuse. Mentally she sighed and shrugged off the effort to try to refuse the woman.
She had recently dealt with Deities. At least, one. And he was a bit forceful when he wanted something done. She may no longer be a deity herself, but she was once. And her attitude would not have changed that swiftly.
A blush replaced the green tint on her face at the other woman's comments. "Erm.. No, he does not belong to me.. In fact, I never met him until now." She murmured. "I'm pretty sure we are partly the same kind. I am half elf, half human.." She explained, though the last part gave her a bad taste in her mouth. "I think our friend there may be full elf." She explained.
She took the flask gratefully, sniffing the contents before daring to take a sip of the liquid inside.
She had recently dealt with Deities. At least, one. And he was a bit forceful when he wanted something done. She may no longer be a deity herself, but she was once. And her attitude would not have changed that swiftly.
A blush replaced the green tint on her face at the other woman's comments. "Erm.. No, he does not belong to me.. In fact, I never met him until now." She murmured. "I'm pretty sure we are partly the same kind. I am half elf, half human.." She explained, though the last part gave her a bad taste in her mouth. "I think our friend there may be full elf." She explained.
She took the flask gratefully, sniffing the contents before daring to take a sip of the liquid inside.
In the cloud of settling dust and ash was a silhouette of a female. She stood at the edge of the crater. Maree knew who was in the crater. She knew of the deity and she knew of the elven man. Maree had come at the sign of the meteor to help Dhaelhel's Fall. What Maree did not expect was for Al'Kaera to be present.
"It has been a very long time," the en lighte called down to him in her melodic voice. Maree carried herself down into the crater to join the gathering there. She was wary of Al'Kaera and did not approach him at once. Yes, they were lovers but it had been a very long time since they had last seen each other.
And even though Al'Kaera was her sole motivation for living, Maree knew she had to preserve Dhaelhel.
"Lumariale," Dhaelhel greeted and the fallen deity stood like a foal standing for the first time. Her knees knocked and her legs shook but eventually Dhaelhel stood upright. Maree looked on her like a loving mother and held out a hand for Dhaelhel to take.
"Thank you both for aiding Dhaelhel. She is the Old God of the Sky from the world Arcanum. She is now mortal," Maree stated as Dhaelhel hugged to the elven woman like her own child. "She's just like a newborn child."
"Who is your friend, Al'Kaera?" Maree asked. Her gaze locked onto him. The flame of desire and an ache of sorrow was present in her eyes but Maree kept her composure. Aderas how I have missed you, Maree thought to herself.
"It has been a very long time," the en lighte called down to him in her melodic voice. Maree carried herself down into the crater to join the gathering there. She was wary of Al'Kaera and did not approach him at once. Yes, they were lovers but it had been a very long time since they had last seen each other.
And even though Al'Kaera was her sole motivation for living, Maree knew she had to preserve Dhaelhel.
"Lumariale," Dhaelhel greeted and the fallen deity stood like a foal standing for the first time. Her knees knocked and her legs shook but eventually Dhaelhel stood upright. Maree looked on her like a loving mother and held out a hand for Dhaelhel to take.
"Thank you both for aiding Dhaelhel. She is the Old God of the Sky from the world Arcanum. She is now mortal," Maree stated as Dhaelhel hugged to the elven woman like her own child. "She's just like a newborn child."
"Who is your friend, Al'Kaera?" Maree asked. Her gaze locked onto him. The flame of desire and an ache of sorrow was present in her eyes but Maree kept her composure. Aderas how I have missed you, Maree thought to herself.
The liquid of the flask had both a rejuvenating, and yet soothing affect, setting the edges of her fingers, toes, ears, and nose tingling slightly. Its taste was something that could only be likened to a deep, woodsy bouquet, as if pine and earth had some hand in the making.
"Astute observation," he remarks charmingly, maintaining the soothing tone he had adopted. He decidedly had not removed the mask or hood as of yet, as, despite the air of calm and peace that was descended over the healed woman, there was still the possibility that whatever had done this may be near; Angelic beings did not, usually, simply drop from the sky.
Shifting his footing, he looks around somewhat, having sensed a new presence approaching; the man, normally composed and calm, felt his jaw drop. "Am Mathanuo!" He exclaims. His eyes, a steely silver, shifted abruptly to a lavender, almost purple hue. He stood transfixed as she approached, explaining who the Angelic being was, she herself having may as well dropped from the sky. Composing himself, he nods towards the half-elf woman.
"I have not been introduced, but I expect we can make introductions..." He pauses, somewhat at a loss for words. "Al'Kaera is what you may call me," he says, bowing his head to her, before looking towards Maree and Dhaelhel. "And this is Maree Erd Lumariale," he says, feeling it his duty to make introductions; he pauses however, uncertain.
"Astute observation," he remarks charmingly, maintaining the soothing tone he had adopted. He decidedly had not removed the mask or hood as of yet, as, despite the air of calm and peace that was descended over the healed woman, there was still the possibility that whatever had done this may be near; Angelic beings did not, usually, simply drop from the sky.
Shifting his footing, he looks around somewhat, having sensed a new presence approaching; the man, normally composed and calm, felt his jaw drop. "Am Mathanuo!" He exclaims. His eyes, a steely silver, shifted abruptly to a lavender, almost purple hue. He stood transfixed as she approached, explaining who the Angelic being was, she herself having may as well dropped from the sky. Composing himself, he nods towards the half-elf woman.
"I have not been introduced, but I expect we can make introductions..." He pauses, somewhat at a loss for words. "Al'Kaera is what you may call me," he says, bowing his head to her, before looking towards Maree and Dhaelhel. "And this is Maree Erd Lumariale," he says, feeling it his duty to make introductions; he pauses however, uncertain.
Curtana felt the effects nearly instantly and couldn't help but smile foolishly to herself. She remembered mixtures like these back in her childhood, but was never taught the combination.
She had only guessed he was elf. The way he moved, the way he spoke and the fact that he seemed dignified, even in the fact of this chaotic scene it could have only meant one creature. Curtana had retained none of the qualities from her elf mother. She would hand him the flask back. "Thank you, sir." She said, bowing her head slightly. "I--"
Her words were cut off as the elven woman approached. This made Curtana's ears droop. She was gorgeous, and graceful. Added to her wisdom to who the deity was, this made Curtana feel very inadequate. She lowered her eyes quickly, as if to show respect to the two full elves, her shoulders drooping slightly. It was what she was taught to do as a child, since she was not full blood.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Master Al'kaera, Madame Lumariale.." She said, bowing low. "I am known as Curtana Lierre. I am sorry if I could not be more of assistance.."
She had only guessed he was elf. The way he moved, the way he spoke and the fact that he seemed dignified, even in the fact of this chaotic scene it could have only meant one creature. Curtana had retained none of the qualities from her elf mother. She would hand him the flask back. "Thank you, sir." She said, bowing her head slightly. "I--"
Her words were cut off as the elven woman approached. This made Curtana's ears droop. She was gorgeous, and graceful. Added to her wisdom to who the deity was, this made Curtana feel very inadequate. She lowered her eyes quickly, as if to show respect to the two full elves, her shoulders drooping slightly. It was what she was taught to do as a child, since she was not full blood.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Master Al'kaera, Madame Lumariale.." She said, bowing low. "I am known as Curtana Lierre. I am sorry if I could not be more of assistance.."
"Maree. Please, call me Maree. There is no need for formalities. Those years have been placed far behind me," Maree said with a serene smile. "Stand up. You are not a child. There is no reason to humble yourself in our presence because you only hold half our blood," the elven woman said. A frown did touch her face at that moment. She did not like others feeling inadequate around her.
"And do not call my supposed husband 'master'. It will go to his head," Maree said with a return of her smile. A blush colored her cheeks and Maree felt as if she were just a hundreds years old being courted by men again. Al'Kaera had always done that to her.
"It's large enough as it is."
"Lumariale," Dhaelhel spoke. "He belongs to you?"
"Yes," she replied. "For as long as he will allow me to have him."
"Do I belong to you?" Dhaelhel asked.
"For as long as you need to belong to me, yes. Until you are ready to face Naar. Now, come," Maree said. "Let us not linger inside this crater any longer. Dhaelhel will need food and water soon. Al'Kaera, will you help her out?"
"And do not call my supposed husband 'master'. It will go to his head," Maree said with a return of her smile. A blush colored her cheeks and Maree felt as if she were just a hundreds years old being courted by men again. Al'Kaera had always done that to her.
"It's large enough as it is."
"Lumariale," Dhaelhel spoke. "He belongs to you?"
"Yes," she replied. "For as long as he will allow me to have him."
"Do I belong to you?" Dhaelhel asked.
"For as long as you need to belong to me, yes. Until you are ready to face Naar. Now, come," Maree said. "Let us not linger inside this crater any longer. Dhaelhel will need food and water soon. Al'Kaera, will you help her out?"