Snippet #1476254

The elf was still skipping through the camp, now humming a gentle tune as she went. Lily was making herself comfortable with the surroundings and the immediate area. Many of the Blackguard had turned in for a well deserved rest, no doubt they had a difficult day... You could tell by their eyes and the way they carried themselves. It was quite sad, really. So many individuals, all fighting for their lives each and every day. Lily felt a sensation, as if it was all wrong, as if it wasn't natural. Indeed, it wasn't natural to have to claw and bite to survive on your own little piece of dirt.

She quickly turned away from such morbid thoughts. They always brought her down, and she didn't like to be depressed. It never did sit quite well with her. Then she halted mid-skip... She had smelt something. It was faint and hidden under all of the other smells. Between the smells of blood, of wet dirt, of sweat. Even under the metallic steel smells and oily smells. Something familiar, something... Sweet. Her thoughts hung in the air for moments, trying to place her tongue on the smell... It was familiar, something she had always liked since she was a young elf girl... Well, younger elf girl. True, her species mostly thought of her as a child, if not a baby, in the decently long lived species of elf.

But back to the scent... "Aha!" She exclaimed after seconds of thought, "I know it! It's tea! Elf tea!" She pointed out... The sudden outburst was sure to startle any soldier who was close enough. Of course, Lily didn't pay attention to the strange looks, as she turned and began to follow her nose. They used to brew tea just like that in her elven hunting band. However, it was rare that she could ever swipe a cup due to her young age. The tea was often brewed by the older elves and served to the same elves, often leaving her out. However, here? There was a chance she could score a cup! She was, after all, a soldier. No one should care about her age.

She weaved between tents, doubled back once or twice, and she was pretty sure she passed the same tent a couple of times, but finally, she had found the home of the aromatic scent. She suddenly poked her head into the tent and asked, "Is that elven tea I smell? Oh my, it is!" She said, the tone of her voice borderline giddy, "Do you understand how much I adore the tea?!" She said, forgetting herself. Remembering that she had just barged in the tent without even knocking or anything, she blushed again, embarrassed. She had finally noticed that the two occupants, Alistair, the Harpy who hopped into the portal after her, and a Deep Human.

"My.. apologies..." She said, still blushing. "It's just that the tea... Reminds me of home... Well, not home, but my family and friends," She hadn't had much of home due to the nomadic nature of the Elven hunting parties, but the people she was with more than constituted a home. She then bowed her head and looked at the ground, both guilty and interrupting them and embarrassed by her rash action.