The pretty mermaid girl still hid herself behind the rock. She had a slight fear of the trolls said to be lurking in the Kingdom of Liridale who are said to feed mercilessly on the flesh of her people. Though, at the current moment, she wasn't sure of just who her people were. She had, after all, been born in this world. She lived in it's icy cold waters for several years of her life, but it was such a blurr to her. The only things she could remember was how everything underneath the water was dead, including the coral, and there were always ice patches glittering on the surface of the water in uneven chunks. Some places had it, some did not. Nerine had often wondered if her memories of this place died with age, or by force. His Magesty of Atlantia tried many a time to wipe any desire from his nearly adopted daughter to visit this evil place again, clearly to no avail. She was not sure if he had put some kind of spell on her mind to remove any good memories of this world she had been born into.
In any case, Nerine could still hear talking above her in the darkness. Even with her dark-vision, she still could not make the figures out. She saw horns and wings on one, flowing fabric on another, and a lecherous voice on the third. In that moment, she was not sure if these people, if one could call them that, were the very trolls she had heard the tales of. Curiosity would get the best of her, as usual. The mermaid decided she was too far from their spot. She surveyed the area silently and saw another, slightly smaller rock than the one she currently hid behind, several leagues away from her. She dipped under the water, a soft "plunk" noise was made when she submerged herself, and she swam in the cold, dark water over to the rock, closer to the voices above still cloaked in darkness.
Maedwen looked up at her elven blood-brother and held her hand up in protest. It was shaking with fear, but she did not wish for bloodshed in a field such as this. She did not wish to remember her first time so far beyond the walls of Elvae to be stained with crimson.
"Van ndu, Badhorn. Ta naa nelin su sina edan anta tanya eller naa neh irm nae cron amin." (Stand down, Badhorn. It is clear from this man's face that there is no desire to harm me.)T
The princess stands and looks upon the young man who walks away with a sadness, nay, rejection about his aura. Her peculiar blue eyes are fixated upon him.
"Human Mage." Maedwen calls, "We seem to have similarities in our pasts. Most of the kingdoms look upon us with distaste and hatred as well." She pauses and a very slight smile lit her face, "I do not wish you to retreat me." Maedwen walks over to Felix, then pauses, turning back to Badhorn.
"Cael atara ent atar tanar llie nae teshuel amin n'alaquel?" (Have mother and father send you to take me back?)