Ceallach Norrenddare
Ceallach let out a breath of relief as the strands of blood released him and cautiously stretched. He watched a bit dumbly as she healed her wound with magic, rather curious. Those who could use magic were all sent to the Circle of Magi, so it was rare to ever see magic. There was not even a scratch or scar visibleâamazing. He wished he could use magic; it seemed very useful. Then the injuries he had received growing up would have never taken so long to heal, and no scars would cover him.
This time when she smiled it was a real one, warm and pleasing. She had a nice smileâtoo bad it grew so frigid when she became angry. By now Ceallachâs fury had subsided if not completely disappearedâhe rarely stayed mad for long to begin with. âThank you,â he said politely to Blodwyn, figuring it would be a good idea. It seemed that she was no longer angry with him either, but who knew when it might flare back up? He glanced back towards the Dalish girl, nodding subtly in sincere gratitude. She must be kind to be willing to help a stranger.
He was surprised as any other when Valen grabbed his sister and kissed her, but he quickly made himself look busy by focusing on packing their things once more. This was their business, not his, he supposed. He absently listened to the conversation, turning just once more as the others left. And then he continued to prepare their luggage.
Merle Rilynnrae
Merle turned her face to the side when the siblings kissed, feeling more than just a little uncomfortable. She understood that the bond between siblings were strong (though she had no experience with having siblings), but that kiss hadnât appeared to be so sisterly or brotherly. Her suspicions were confirmed at Gannâs words and those of Blodwyn. Lovely.
Though she wasnât the type to be startled easily, she certainly was when the tall shemlens informed her in a whisper that the brother had the same eyes as she did. She sucked in a sharp breath, focusing on Valenâs face for a moment, trying to compare them to a mental image of her own. Did her eyes really look like that? She had no idea, but the longer she looked the more she was eerily reminded of the set of eyes that would stare back when she looked into a mirror. Her eyes. It was becoming too much to be a mere coincidence, but even if it wasnât, she had no idea what that could have meant. Two shemlens that resembled her mother and Merleâwhat could it mean, anyways? That her mother had given birth to two shemlens? She scoffed inwardly at the thoughtâit was absurd.
Merle glanced towards the elven boy one last time before leaving without a farewell to any of them. She stopped next to Gann, looking up at him. âMy apologies, I did not know that they were slavers,â she said shortly, secretly annoyed that she had been deceived by the simple act of humansânot mention the foolish boy that had interrupted the process that would have saved his bloody skin. Oh well.
She returned her attention back to the curiously golden eyed man while absentmindedly whistling Aithne over to her and swinging on easily. âWell, so much for thatâI think I will stop at the tavern,â she said nonchalantly. âWill you be going that way as well?â It wasnât like she wanted him to go with herâbut it was proper to ask, right? Right. Besides, Merle would have liked to buy him a meal for helping her, as much as he said it wasnât to be thanked. Maybe some humans were good, like her father had said. She thought that since she had met a good human, she would thank him for being good.[/center]