Snippet #2093082

Somehow Keiran got everyone buried by sunset, whether the task just got easier or if it was because he was worried about the girl he didn't know. After he smoothed the dirt over all the graves allowing for grass to more easily grow, he set fire to the cart. In the cart was all the cloth and anything that he wasn't able to scrub down and glaze over with flame from the main house. The cart and it's contents burned quickly he didn't have to do anything to the contain the fire, the weather allowed it to cleanly burn out. With this he could safely sell the property back to the city and be on his way.

He quickly returned to the mill and glazed himself with a torch for the final time. In his haste he burnt himself slightly this time but he was more interested in his guest. Knowing he'd smell of smoke and slight burning he still hurried up the stairs and entered the room. The girl seemed more than fine, she was up and about and handling his bow just fine. "Oh hey elf girl's up. How are you doing, you were a complete mess earlier today." He was friendly with his greeting but then what he said suddenly dawned on him.

"Wahh!? Elf girl?!" The words flew from his mouth and he found himself diving back at the statement. "By the Skye, a real elf; what are you doing here? Not the house I mean out of your woods, I've never heard of an elf leaving their wood. Then again in Landing we have tales about how elves don't fully mature until twenty-five winters and will live to see hundreds of them." In his surprise he wound up freaking out, babbling and asking questions at the same time.

He inched his way towards the wardrobe, in it were his swords and arrows. "I must say, you elves are strong... there aren't many men that can bring that thing to a full draw. By the way, I'm Keiran Greywind, son of Aedin of Landing, what's yours?" At the moment he hadn't gotten to the wardrobe but he had the table between them and a throwing knife was in arms reach...close enough to even ground. It was then that curiosity kicked in, "By the way, how do you like the bow? Most people tell me it's weird because it's not one solid curve; my father left it to me and I've not found a man who can make one like it."