Ro'ell was huge, and without any clear indication of where they had landed, all Olivia could do was go where her instincts told her. After all, a city was usually designed to be as frustrating as possible, like a maze that had no clear end, nor a clear beginning.
Gently turning her body a 90 degrees, her hair, cloak and hood turning with it, Olivia briefly glanced over Damascus, noting that he was following her once again covering his fate with that god awful chunk of steel. It occurred to her that he'd likely wanted full protection from any harm, but the wood elf had the odd feeling that there was more to it than that. As if- as if the helmet was to contain something that the man did not want to show.
Deciding not to dwell on the subject, Olivia nodded with her head to the large road ahead. It was likely the main road that ran straight through Ro'ell, and was their best chance at finding the others.
“Make haste,” The elven woman exclaimed, quickening the pace of her feet, her entire body shifting with each step. Yet, she slowed as her first foot stepped onto the large, cobblestone highway. Fire, death... Destruction, the same eerie air that she felt in Crystacia surrounding her lithe body, brushing against every inch of her exposed, light-toned skin.
Her eyes were hesitantly registering each image; each body, each debris. “Creators, guide these poor souls, for they did not deserve this fate.” Olivia whispered to herself, her left hand gently pressing against her lips as her elven mind tried to complete the puzzle that had been in Olivia's mind since her journey had begun.
While riding her train of thoughts, the elf's voice whispered the ancient language of the elves, a prayer- No, a song that was once chanted at burials in older times. 'May you find eternal peace at their side. May you be embraced by their love and warmth. For you are now with your creator, and we may never hold you with love and warmth again my dear, dear child.'
Shaking away the eerie wind, Olivia emerged from her meditating state, once again turning her crimson-red eyes to the main road to look for the others, her feet once more taking the pace they had from the start.
Gently turning her body a 90 degrees, her hair, cloak and hood turning with it, Olivia briefly glanced over Damascus, noting that he was following her once again covering his fate with that god awful chunk of steel. It occurred to her that he'd likely wanted full protection from any harm, but the wood elf had the odd feeling that there was more to it than that. As if- as if the helmet was to contain something that the man did not want to show.
Deciding not to dwell on the subject, Olivia nodded with her head to the large road ahead. It was likely the main road that ran straight through Ro'ell, and was their best chance at finding the others.
“Make haste,” The elven woman exclaimed, quickening the pace of her feet, her entire body shifting with each step. Yet, she slowed as her first foot stepped onto the large, cobblestone highway. Fire, death... Destruction, the same eerie air that she felt in Crystacia surrounding her lithe body, brushing against every inch of her exposed, light-toned skin.
Her eyes were hesitantly registering each image; each body, each debris. “Creators, guide these poor souls, for they did not deserve this fate.” Olivia whispered to herself, her left hand gently pressing against her lips as her elven mind tried to complete the puzzle that had been in Olivia's mind since her journey had begun.
While riding her train of thoughts, the elf's voice whispered the ancient language of the elves, a prayer- No, a song that was once chanted at burials in older times. 'May you find eternal peace at their side. May you be embraced by their love and warmth. For you are now with your creator, and we may never hold you with love and warmth again my dear, dear child.'
Shaking away the eerie wind, Olivia emerged from her meditating state, once again turning her crimson-red eyes to the main road to look for the others, her feet once more taking the pace they had from the start.