Alvaro's Story

It was a beautiful morning, but today the young elf was too distraught to wake up. The night prior had been restless; every beast of the forest seemed to be talking right outside of his window.

Sitting up, Alvaro stretched and flicked off his blanket with an elegant flick of the wrist. He had chores he needed to start... but those could wait until after breakfast. Sniffing the air, the grimness left his eyes and was replaced with a childish light. His mother had prepared lembas, a special bread that tasted as sweet as a honey cake, but kept a young elf going for days.

Pulling on his shirt and ringlet, Alvaro quickly made his way down to the eating area to greet his parents.

The meal went on as normal, not a lot of talking, but a lot of smiling and good-will. When the meal was done, the blonde gathered his bow and quiver and headed out to begin his chores.

"Alvaro!" His brother Byrant called, looking a little displeased with his brothers late-morning appearance. Alvaro winced, trying to smile as he greeted his brother with a handshake.

"You're late, boy," Byrant scolded, missing the hand and grabbing his younger brother by the ear to tug him over to the group of hunters. "Alright, Magic Man, you're up."

Once Byrant let go, Alvaro groaned, but obeyed. Closing his eyes, a white light enveloped him.

After a moment of brief pain, there stood Alvaro, now a brilliant white stag. Giving his brothers a nod and a snort, he started out into the forest, scoping for the villages next meal or potential threats.

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The white buck ran swiftly, dodging obstacles with the grace and flexibility that his kind was known for. Nothing of true worth had shown itself that day, not even another herd for which he could gather details. He had seen tracks, though, of many of the smaller occupants of his woodland home; squirrels, chipmunks, birds and the like, but nothing of grave importance.

It was then that something caught his eye. It seemed to be two males, each of them strangers by their scent; though by the ears of the bowman, he figured him to be kindred maybe not of his forest home – but kindred all the same. The other, however smelled of water and not those found anywhere in these woods. Slowly, Alvaro crept closer, his ears perked in curiosity, but his hooves ready to bolt if anything violent were to insue.

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Alvaro watched, golden eyes tracing every movements the strangers made. It seemed that something had given him – or something else – away. He sat in quiet, debating on the issue. If they made any moves at all, he could run back to his brothers and let them know they had intruders. Or, he could continue to watch and eventually introduce himself if he was not discovered first…

At the mention of dreams, his ears perked slightly. For a while now, he had been having wonderful dreams in which he encountered a man, and these dreams had always brought a foreboding sense of having to leave. In his curiosity, Alvaro absently stepped forward to get a better listen, unheeding to the twig that was now under his hoof. When he stepped, it snapped and sent a small family of chipmunks scurrying in the underbrush.

At first Lyrana had thought she was in plain sight, but it turned out the draping branches and shadow hid her lithe form for initial detection. Being so unaccustomed the the environment had allowed her to hide accidentally instead of hinder her. She didn't move, curious as to how alert the pair was. She managed to eavesdrop on enough of their conversation to catch something of interest; Dreams. So these were prospective leaders of nations or their soul mates, at least as far as her parents had mentioned. It almost made her shudder at the though of something else restricting her life. However she could somehow relate with the Kelper, what was the purpose of her being this far inland. Away from home and her father, how she wanted to see him see again. Yet she was here to prepare herself and she wouldn't surrender on her decisions. Another comment caught her attention or more accurately the pause before hand. It seemed that perhaps remaining out of sight would serve only to heighten any minute danger presented by the pair.

Lifting a branch out of the way she stepped into the open, still with a cautious hand awaiting on her sword. She doubted that either of the pair would do anything threatening, considering neither of them shared her dislike of being driven by dreams. If the worst emerged she expected she could best them. She opened her mouth to speak when a abrupt snap drove through the clearing accompanied by the scuttle of small animals. One did not have to be accustomed to woodland to recognize those tell tale signs. Certainly Lyrana would not be able to recognize any more details. Her eyes strafed the forest in the direction of the sound, although she kept an awareness of the Kepler and the man.
"If these dreams are so clairvoyant perhaps you would expect that we'll be having further arrivals." She introduced herself without so much as a greeting, preferring to cover as many subjects with as few words as possible. She didn't look at the couple either. Not out of rudeness, merely she didn't need to to speak. They ought to have gathered enough from her statement, being in the same situation and no threat. The details about the numbers were not revealed by her dream but by her father's words. Four cities, four heirs from each and a companion for every representative. Meaning that the three of them, four if the twig was any sign of another, was only a portion of the the full number.

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Alvaro flinched slightly, afraid that his mistake would have brought more attention to himself. But, when the attention turned to the young female, he decided that they the group couldn't be that bad. Slowly shifting out of his form, he adjusted his bow on his back and stepped out into the open. He listened to the woman's words for a moment before smiling. Dream havers. All of them.

"My apologies for spying you, my friends." He greeted, giving a slight bow as he looked about the others.

"I see that you are all on the same quest. Please, allow me to bring you back to my village for the night; the woods are no place to stay when Sun sinks," He looked towards the males - especially the water dweller - and smiled before looking to the females and giving a light bow. There were others, he could sense them, but he would let the offers stand. This was the way of his people - kind to those who deserved it.