Snippet #2458289

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Aleiia-Serria

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Aleiia sat waiting long enough. She went from mildly worried to downright afraid.

Liradale was not a place to go alone and besides she did say she'd go meet up with her so Aleiia decided she'd go find her. She went out the window and toward the surface.


With a splash, Aleiia reached the surface. The scales on her face disappeared almost instantly. She was on the shores of Morinae, where she kept clothing to keep her warm. The water below was warm where she was from so the snow was a little much. She dressed blue slacks, a cotton pale blue tunic and short boots. She managed to dry off quickly and dress. She strapped her bladed tonfa to her back and made her way toward Liridale.

Aleiia was light on her feet, and was able to keep herself hidden pretty well as she entered Liridale. She looked around the place, this place was forbidden, and was so for a reason. She took deep breath as she passed a troll cave, keeping light on the balls of her feet as she skipped by the cave opening but just as she reached the other side of the cave, a humming stopped her in her tracks. Her eyes widened.

She knew that voice. She knew she knew that voice...

Aleiia sent a prayer to the Goddess and ducked inside, crawling on her hands and feet. Her long legs reaching about her like spider. She peeked her head around the corner and noticed a merman in a pot. She clasped a hand over her mouth. "By Pele." She breathed as the cooks got to preparing him for supper.

She narrowed her eyes and the voice struck her.

The storyteller.

"Storyteller!" she called out and quickly closed her hand over her mouth.

"Oops"

Soon a troll snatched her up by the collar of her tunic. Aleiia flailed around as the troll carried her toward the pot where the Storyteller was soaking.

Aleiia held out her arms, the water in the pot swirling around viciously before shooting out in a violent water spout. She hoped the storyteller was okay.

"Get off me!" she squealed as the troll tumbled backwards. She grabbed her tonfa from her back and slice off a finger with one. She dropped to the ground, luckily her boots protected her feets so she wouldn't turn back Mer whilst trying to run away. "Come, Storyteller, We must go." She said and realised, he wouldn't be able to run. She looked around for something to dry him off. She found a dish towel which for a Mer, it might as well be a blanket.
She dragged it to him. "Dry off, Quickly! We haven't much time."[/font]