Snippet #2401429

The coppery haired elf walked on in awkward silence between the two men, silently wishing she could shrink into the size of the tiny ants that she had seen crawling over a wall. Readjusting her pack that she carried, she pondered over her unasked questions. How far were they to go before they met up with the others again? How would they know when to meet up again? What was her role in all of this? And most important of all, how did she end up in the middle of it all?

The half-elf's ears twitched slightly as she listened to the forest around them. Well, not exactly the forest itself. Spirits were talking around the forest about the strange group treading in their territory. Some where curious, others were more than a little upset. At least none were ancient. She would probably be able to ask them for help if the need arose.

They weren't her only weapon, though. Curtana carried a dagger and a bow along with her along with her pack. The blade was more of a hunting knife, but would serve as a weapon if it came down to it. The bow was her true specialty.

Looking off to one side and in front of her, she gazed at Dhaelhel and could not help but have the blush rise upon her face again. Little had she known that it was actually Dhaelhel that had visited her dreams instead of just a wild dream of her own. The visit had been.. Pleasurable. But it did not make it any less awkward in the waking reality. She honestly thought that somewhere in her subconsciousness, she had truly wished that of Dhaelhel.

It also did not help that she knew that Dhaelhel had feelings for -her-, and Jarlas as well. Those two had already fought over her numerous times, and now they were alone together.

The wish to be an ant rose again.

"How much longer until we're gonna stop?" Curtana asked, trying to break the uneasy silence between the three.