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Saeriel Cuvanthar

"May you forever walk on a sacred path and never stray away from it."

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a character in “The Hunters and the Hunted”, as played by Akantha

Description

Saeriel Cuvanthar

"I am often well known for my red hair. Most of us fair folk have lighter hair but my father always said I was born to be the flames to purge evil instead of meant to smile on the other creatures."

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Appearance

Age:
197 Years Old which roughly translates to 19 Years in human lifespans almost turning 20.

Hair Color / Length:
Long Red Hair

Skin Color:
Olive

Eyes:
Amber

Build:
Slender and lightly muscled. She's flexible and quick on her feet.

Height:
5ft 4inches

Weight:
132 lbs

Voice:
Smooth and loud, often spoken in a boisterous tone. Not altogether high pitched but not baritone either. It has a hint of an accent.

Unique Body Features
She has some light scarring on her lower abdomen and upper thighs from her battles.


References/Images
Saeriel Scouting the Woodlands
Saeriel with Her Friend Valanthar
Saeriel Close Up






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Personality

Fears:
Bears
Werewolves
Vampires
Deep water.

Goals
Surviving
Becoming a decent warrior

Positive Traits
Clever + Strong-Willed + Unbreakable Spirit

Negative Traits
Unladylike + Hot- Tempered + Ask- Questions-Later Type

Likes
The Forest
Felines
Normal wolves
Ravens
Magic
Heights
Drink

Dislikes
Rivers
Open Areas
Cold weather
Skunks
Bears
Badgers
Songbirds

Relationships
Valanthar - Elven Warrior - Best Friends







Abilities List
Enhanced Immunity to Disease
Enhanced Intelligence
Decelerated Aging or Semi-Immortality
Enhanced Agility
Enhanced Marksmanship
Enhanced Reflexes
Enhanced Senses
Environmental Adaptation

Powers List
Transmutation: The user can transform, alter or transmute matter, elements, objects, beings (animals, aliens, mythical beings, etc.), etc into anything else, either completely or partially, temporarily.

Natural Energy Manipulation: User can create, shape and manipulate energy stored in nature absorbing, releasing, etc it to their own will, connecting with nature and its creatures and sensing creatures within a limited radius. Saeriel can sense within a set ten feet but no more and it gets blurry, like looking through cracked glass.

Clerical Healing: User can restore living organisms to their optimal health, curing broken or withered plants, wounds, broken bones, low vitality, and even diseases. They can’t raise the dead, however reviving people if they have very recently died may be possible but it is against Saeriel's morals and she will never do so because doing so would also risk her life. Small wounds will regenerate new tissue, large wounds like missing limbs and broken bones need to be put back together if the injury is fresh, or they can be regenerated by advanced healers. However Saeriel is not advanced and will have to rebreak bones if needed to heal injuries like that.

Strengths
Magic, Hunting (Bow and Arrow), Drinking, Tracking, Stamina

Weaknesses
Water, Being Overpowered, Children, Sacred creatures (She won't kill them. She can't.)






Background:
Saeriel grew up in the unpolluted and unpopulated areas of New Zealand. Her tribe, Hidre'thael made their home at the base of the mountain in the valley. They were a peaceful people like most of their species were. They hunted carefully and regulated the populations, often taking in injured calves from the elk herds and letting them breed and be amongst the elves. Her father was a guardsmen and her mother stayed at home and did odd jobs. Her mother was loved around the village and often was seen helping to gather water or cook the feasts for nighttime. When dinner time came and her people gathered under the moonlight, her father would sit beside her and tell her stories of what he would see in the woods. Stories of gigantic bears, wolves that ran in packs, foxes that wandered the barrows, and sometimes he would tell her a story about races much like their own. He would tell her of other creatures who stayed away from things called "Humans" and sought a peaceful lifestyle in the wilds. He told her of bigger wolves that prowled the night and preyed on weakness. He would tell her about the demonic beings who would hypnotize you and take your soul, the core of an elf's being. Saeriel used to be excited for such stories because in a way they fascinated her but frightened her at the same time.

When she grew old enough to leave the tribe's camp, her father started teaching her to use the bow. She quickly became skilled at it and although her father offered to teach her the way of the sword, she could only manage to use daggers. Swords never appealed to her. Saeriel began to hunt with her father and go out to check the edge of the mountain and the forest by the lake. Most times were quiet but occasionally it would feel like something stirred just beyond sight in the darkness.

When Saeriel turned eighty-seven years old tragedy struck her tribe. A pack of wolves struck the night of the harvest moon. They were crazed and frenzied and wasted no time killing many of the defenseless elves. For the many that escaped, stories of vampires and demon picking off the others were whispered for many generations. Saeriel just barely escaped herself. Her father risked his life in order to allow Saeriel time to get away. Saeriel still remembers the smoky image and the flames from the bonfire reached out to touch the huts as if pushed by the fury of the wolves and attracted to the anguish of the elves. Her mother didn't escape as well and burned to death in the fire, unable to get out as the hut collapsed on top of her. The stories of that night are passed down to remind her tribe of elves why they stay away from the other supernatural. In such cases, not even going to meet other tribes for celebrations.

The few who did survive moved deeper into the forest, deeper into seclusion, and rebuilt a home in the trees off the ground. They felt it was safer that way and that in case of attack they could defend more properly. These days Saeriel drinks with the other warrior's at the night time dinner having become a fully fledged guardsmen and hunter herself.



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Hidre'thael is a quaint treetop village located out the outskirts of the wilderness north of the lake and north of the mountains. It is furthest placed from the town as it's completely opposite the location. The elven people who live here used to live below the mountain south of the lake but relocated long ago due to a complication with the were-beasts and other demons or so the rumors say. It has been eleven decades since they relocated and have built a fine civilization on their new land. However, there is always room for repair and new additions.

There are a total of thirty-nine elves living in the village. The roles go forth as such in hierarchal order:
Three councilmen.
One Priestess.
Four Senior Warriors.
Six Hunters.
Fourteen Village Guardsmen.
Ten Village Hands (Innkeeper, Messenger, Scribe, Cooks, etc)
One Gatekeeper

The three councilmen consist of one female and two male elders and they are set in the old ways. The female Drilessa is strict and eldest member or the council and is certainly the mother hen of the village, constantly micromanaging tasks and the females of the village. Farogar is the second eldest and the wiseman. He is often found writing in the large hut (Often called the grand hut) designated for the councilmen and elven people to meet. Lastly, Marellen is the youngest elder and most gentle. He is often forgiving and merciful and is often found walking along the main ground-path in the village. He likes to be among his people and helps where he can since his body is still in good shape.

The priestess of the village is named Jaenenne. She is the only true healer in the village besides her brother who has not completely mastered the healer techniques and powers. She is inexperienced but friendly and often hyperactive. She loves to find out new things and is often found in the glen just north of the village analyzing frogs and all sorts of creatures. Otherwise, she can be found in the medical hut near the grand hut.

Erelto, The Gatekeeper, is in a highly respected position although not given much authority. They have the power to shield who comes into the village by erecting a barrier. The gatekeeper for this generation is still just a child having lost both of parents in the attack but is strong-willed and merciless. He is always found by the gate as food is brought to him and he is kept company by the other villagers. His duty is to protect his people, now more than ever and he is happy to receive the responsibility and make his father proud. His father was the last Gatekeeper.

The four senior warriors are those who survived the attack eleven decades ago and fought for their brothers in that battle. They bear many visible scars and are all unique in their own way. They are like the generals and lieutenants of the village. Two of them lead the militaristic groups of the village and the two others act like the vice-leaders for the first two. The first pair who lead the guardmens whose official name are 'The Guardians' are Eldren and Mirkwan. Eldren is a cranky man with burn scars marking the right side of his face and his neck down to his shoulders. He may be grumpy but can be quite gentle with females. Mirkwan is a ruthless warrior, second only to Eldren because of his great respect for Eldren. Mirkwan is a quiet man, often watching from the corner of the room while the other guardians play games during the feast. He smiles infrequently but only around Farogar who mentored him. The second pair who lead the hunters are Sidhia and Rhatariel. Sidhia is considered one of the greatest female warriors in a village. She is a seductive mink who loves to play mischievous games but she has a serious side only seen when her people are in danger. Most times though, she is very carefree. Rhatariel is her lieutenant even though he is older than her by a decade and a few years. He doesn't care for power however and decided lieutenant would be a better decision for him. He likes to wander about the village and is often seen accompanying Jaenenne to the glen. He is an honest person who is sincere with everyone he meets. Most people like him the best out of the commanding officers.

The tribe of Hidre'thael have not yet bolstered their numbers and are caught up in keeping order. The other tribes of New Zealand, mainly the Draelin'ta and Arawenht, are testing their power by discussing restructuring how territory is given. The other tribes want the land that Hidre'thael have claimed and so the tribe have been keeping peace. They haven't had time to have children.

The cultural attitude of the Hidre'thael is relaxed but not accepting to other creatures. Long ago they used to be but with the recent attack they have closed off their minds to being allies with other species and have become a neutral party. Even humans are against the rules. Nevertheless the elven people are close amongst themselves and although the Hidre'thael do not care about bloodlines they do try to keep the main lines alive. Only two are kept highly esteemed and that is the Drenkir Line of Healers, Jaenenne's line, and the Lernnyn Line of Gatekeepers. Although the gatekeeper does not hold a high position in society they have esteemed powers that allow them to shield who enters the village and so they're treated with respect.

Now then. I have talked much about what Hidre'thael is like and who lives there but I feel it would just be best to show you. Come, I'll give you the tour. Try to keep up.

This is the entrance to the village using the main ground-path. There is no other known way to enter since Erelto's power shield the village. For examples if you were to walks towards the village from the side you would find yourself walking in circles! It's quite funny to see. What? Why doesn't that happen to the elves? Well you see, Erelto is like me. He can sense who touches his barrier and either allow them through or keep them walking along. Also if he doesn't know who it is, we can call to him by calling his name whilst touching the barrier. His name is like a keyword. He can also speak back. His bloodline is very strong.

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Next we'll walk along the main ground-path. There isn't much here on the ground except lights in the trees, those things that looks kinda like windows, and debris. We only hangout down here and use this path to get to other parts of the wilderness. It's further in that you can see our civilization. How did we build it? Well…the only real way is to say we built around things. We don't want to anger the spirits or the Guardian of the forest so we are careful not to hurt the trees or the plant life. I can't wait to show you the grand tree. It's a feat of magical power and a single seedling. We planted that tree more than one hundred years ago when we first came here and now it's grown a lot. It's at the furthest point of the main ground-path. So now it's where the councilmen meet and we have dinner and other events. Its also there that you can find the medical hut and the market huts. The blacksmith, general goods, and inn are all there. The inn is in the inner sanctum of the tree. We receive officials of other tribes there and other guests. The market huts are the huts on the inside and the medical hut is the uppermost one. Actually lets head there now using this path. We'll go into the trees later.

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Did you see the great bonfire at the top? Isn't it amazing? The elves with fire magic often keep the fire under control but they love a great celebration. Now then, let's go to see some of the villagers huts and other places. Most of the other huts are spaced throughout the territory with rope bridges to connect them. Each hut has a wraparound balcony so that there isn't a risk of falling especially since we are still new to living in the trees. Here see, this is a few of them.

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I'm sure you would like to see the inside so we'll go to my house. It's near the ground-plaza…Oh! I didn't tell you about that. We'll visit there next. Since we used to live on the ground we decided that we needed a place for the elves to come together and have weddings and events besides the grand tree. Most of us elves believe our relationship with the soil is just as important as our elven spouses. Ah here we are… The plaza is just a grassy open area for kids, not that we have many of the buggers, to play in the center of the territory surrounded by doting parents and friends. Its also where elves can meet and talk to other elves and where many people find first love. The fireflies and spirits come out at night and it's beautiful in the plaza then because if you've noticed, there are no lanterns or lights in this area. Only on the path leading to it and at the edges in case of emergency. Also, along the edges where the trees are largest there are inner places with tables and chairs. That where the adults usually are because they get tired of chasing the young ones around.

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Alright, my hut is just past the plaza so follow me and keep up. I don't usually let other people I don't know in but for today I will. The Hidre'thael are simplistic when it comes to decorating so don't judge when you see what most interiors are like. C'mon already keep up! Why are the stairs so scary? I don't know what you mean. Most of the huts are up more than fifty feet in the air and the outermost ones have spiral staircases leading up to them. Rope bridges connect the outermost to all the others so I guess you can say people pass by my house all the time! *Saeriel laughs* Anyway this is my main room. Most houses only have two or three rooms since we eat at the grand tree and spend most of our time elsewhere.

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And just past this is my open room. No, it doesn't join the balcony. Some balconies are fitted to the style of the house. In my case I didn't want a full wraparound and built this corner instead for relaxing.

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Alright. Get out. Out, you! Let's go see the last place. It's just north of the village. C'mon. It's a little glen where we can find herbs and all sorts of helpful plant life. It's also where we get most of our water. What, you didn't expect us to drink from that murky water around the grand tree did you? Ha! Anyway let's go. It's a bit of a walk………. We are here. See? I told you it was a long walk. Here's the steps leading up to the glen.

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Alright, let's finish this tour. I'll show you the glen.

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Beautiful isn't it? This is where Jaenenne spends all her time! Anyway I hoped you liked the village and I'll leave you to explore the rest at your leisure. Try not to get into trouble and be careful.

So begins...

Saeriel Cuvanthar's Story

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Deep in the Wilderness…

Saeriel perched on the tree limb of an old oak that bordered the Hidre'thael territory. Her tribe was relatively small with only two councilmen and one councilwoman, a decent amount of adults, very few young teens like herself, and no children. They hadn't found the time for having children when there was much else to do like making sure the other tribes didn't encroach on their territory or rebuilding the huts in the trees. They hadn't done the huts like that in so long that the rush job they had done many years earlier was falling apart now. Many of the older guardsmen were back at camp patching up the roofs and making sure the floorboards were fine. So, that left the younger elves to do the patrols. Valanthar, her blonde best friend had taken the path up to the river on the north side whereas Saeriel had decided to go towards the mountains where just beyond the lake a few miles south was where the old camp had been.

She let her legs dangle as she raised the apple to her mouth and took another bite. The elf-girl had done enough patrolling or so she thought and had settled in for a nice break to watch her surroundings. It was the perfect spot too since the oak tree was the furthest point on the southern territory lines. The snow glittered in the light as she stared out across the forest, continually taking modest bites out her apple. The tall pines tree spread out before her beautifully in the snowy weather since they had retained their pine needles. Her amber gaze followed the path to the lake as she planned out her next action but her eyes caught on dark clouds far off in the distance. Saeriel estimated that it was more than ten miles off and probably an isolated storm but it was odd that the clouds had gathered so fast. She watched them for a moment before shrugging the phenomena off.

Eventually when she finished her apple and licked her sweet juice covered lips ridding herself of the stickiness, she jumped down into the snow and walked further into the forest heading towards the lake. There was still plenty of time before the feasting would begin and she had yet to hunt anything for her share of the meal. She knew that Valanthar would rejoice at the sight of a freshly caught deer but the herds had migrated further away for the winter and her people were not nomadic. They had eaten hare and other small creatures for a while now. Even Saeriel was becoming weary of the smell of cooking hare.

She walked slowly, taking her time, and carefully picking her away through the sturdiest snow to avoid slush. When the lake came into view she scanned the edges as she pulled her bow from around her shoulders. Her quiver rested comfortably against her back and she retrieved one arrow from it, nocking it gently but didn't draw. She turned her senses outwards and could feel hare and other birds like the crow watching her from the tree branch not far away. Other unknown beings stirred nearby but were distant enough to ease her flare of nervousness. She wasn't in her tribe's territory and was in the hunting lands. She could be easy prey for a bear or other wild beast if it was big enough to face her. She scrunched her face and sighed, her breath fogging immediately in the wintry air. She moved towards the tree line and moved along the edge, staying close to the lake which was frozen on the surface while keeping cover in the shrubbery and trees. Her senses stayed alert to feel for every scurry and movement. Saeriel's hunters instincts made her movement nearly silent and her path clearly defined as she moved on.

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As Victor continued walking, he could sense another presence. He walked slowly and quietly, toward the lake. When he got a bit closer, he could see another figure. It had long hair that looked like fire, and it was moving effortlessly and silently at the edge of the forest. Victor walked toward it, curiosity getting the better of him and setting in, as if it lived in him. He carried himself tall, in case this fire-haired figure was a predator, or worse, a Hunter. Victor shook the thought from his head, giving the figure the benefit of the doubt. As he looked more closely, he could see a bow in the figure's hands, an arrow nocked but not drawn. He decided to move around to the front of the figure, as to not startle it. Victor didn't fancy being shot with an arrow this early in the morning, or ever for that matter.

"Hello," he said, his voice like velvet, flowing out from deep in his throat. "Hunting? This early?" His voice continued in its deep, lush manner, a tone that most, if not all, swooned over at the first earful. A soft and gentle smile played across his lips, his entire demeanor intriguing and inviting. His Succubus tendencies began to set in as he found the creature before him beautiful. He could tell that she was not a Hunter, but he did not know exactly what she was. Her fiery hair and honey-coloured eyes were compelling to Victor. "I promise you that I am not here to hurt you. I've never seen a creature with such beauty and strength before," he said, articulating his words with a fine air of eloquence. It took all of Victor's will to not reach out and touch the girl's hair and seemingly gentle face. The smile he had conveyed to the girl didn't cease, as he was unable to keep himself from admiring her, his senses attempting to take all of her in.

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Saeriel had walked for a while and hadn't sensed much but a few mice and other small creatures. There were no deer in her ten foot radius. She paused, scanning the other side of the lake to see if perhaps a herd had come in for a drink but she was out of luck. Irritation bothered her mood and she resisted the urge to curse. She stood there letting her mood even out, cursing Lady Luck for the lack of deer around the lake area. Whatever happened to early bird catches the worm! Those mules should figure it nice to come for a drink! She thought in exasperation. Nevertheless the true problem was that she was dreading more rabbit meat. Even a carrion bird would be better at this point she mused sarcastically.

She was watching a raccoon curiously wondering if it would be okay to hunt it when something touched the edge of her radius. She stiffened but didn't turn around afraid that a sudden movement would startle the creature into attack. It wasn't any normal creature and its signature pulsed strangely, making her heart stutter with nervousness. Saeriel readied her bow but didn't raise it from its lowered position because she felt that she could rely on her reflexes if the creature was a danger.

The elf-woman watched the shadow out of her peripheral as it circled her coming in front of her. She was unsure if it was a gesture of goodwill or if it was a motion of a predator circling it's prey. Hell if I'll be any beast's prey! She brazenly thought to herself. She raised her bow when it spoke, causing her to raise her eyebrows in surprise. "Hello, hunting? This early?"

Saeriel regarded the man who stepped forward with a scowl. She narrowed her amber eyes at him, watching his figure suspiciously. His voice was beautiful and it stirred emotions in her that she had never felt for any elf nor creature in the lands. She resisted the urge to blush by grinning instead. She had been privy to plenty of perverted jokes but never had she blushed at them. Saeriel was no dainty lady and she refused to act like one now. "Well, you know, early bird catches the worm and all. Although I don't think my prey thinks the same way." Her own voice contrasted with his. His voice set her heart on fire and hers was just a woman's way of speech. Saeriel chuckled at her comment but did not lower her bow or give him any sign of goodwill. She didn't know what manner of creature he was and wouldn't let her guard down yet. As if sensing this the man spoke, "I promise you that I am not here to hurt you. I've never seen a creature with such beauty and strength before." Saeriel stiffened at the urge to throw herself at him like an elk in heat and knitted her brow in frustration. What in heavens name is wrong with me? Maybe I'm the beast here. First time seeing another man outside my clan and I want to take him for all he's got. Goodness, maybe he's the one who needs saving here.She wondered disgusted, aroused, and amused by her behavior all at once. She lowered her bow just slightly, the urge to touch him overwhelming her instincts and tilted her head, gazing at him intently. "Ah, no. Save the compliments sir. What are you and what hellish thing are you doing to me?" She took a reluctant step back and breathed deeply to try to calm her stirring emotions while her reasoning skills continued to dissolve. Her father had always said her man would have a hell of a night when the time to marry came. She almost laughed at the memory as she remembered blowing the statement off.

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Spirit...
Phantom...
Ghost....

Lalana was having a hard time with the concept. She was still alive, dressed in her
house clothes, a warm cozy knit sweater, leggings and a loose top and flats.

But she couldn't feel the warmth, she couldn't feel anything. The wind blew in the trees, but it didn't tussle her raven locks, her feet touch the ground but the leaves behind her did not crunch.
She was there but not all at the same time.

To make matters worse she had no idea where she was.

"Hello?" She called out to the vast wilderness she found herself in. "Anyone out there?" She said, oddly she wasn't afriad, she was already dead.

She walked through the forest. "Hello?" She called out again before her eyes landed on a girl dressed as an elf and a guy with white hair.
"LARPers?" She grimaced. "Seriously?" Lalana had her nerd moments, but LARPing was not one of them. She did cosplay a few times for comic con with her brother, in middle school, They were the Wonder Twins.

Lalana blinked back tears. Lalan. She'd woken up without him. They went out the same way they came in. Together. But now, it just felt empty, and she felt impossibly alone.

She was seeking someone now, anyone, even a couple of LARPers..

"Yep, I'm that desperate,"

"Hello? Can you hear me?" She said to the pair as they spoke. She wasn't sure if they could hear her but she tried anyway.

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Victor sighed. "I'm sorry. It's something I can't help doing to people...." He paused, taking in another deep breath before continuing on the exhale. "I am a Succubus...." The fact that he was telling someone what he was made him cringe with guilt. "I don't mean to make you feel the way you do. I'm trying to be genuine, and I truly do think you are beautiful and strong. However, my inner 'beast,' if you will, can't help but make me seem as though I only want one thing. It's more of a curse than a gift, really...." He walked over to a nearby tree and leaned against it.

Just then, he heard a small voice. "Hello? Can you hear me?" It was a woman's voice; Victor turned his head to meet with whatever had questioned him and the other girl. What he saw he almost couldn't believe. The girl was practically transparent. "Yes, my dear. I can hear you. What is your name?" he questioned cautiously. "Are you lost? Looking for someone? Can I be of any help?" His voice was still velvet and smooth as usual, whether he wanted it to be that way or not. "I am Victor." As he spoke to the girl, he assumed that she couldn't be a Hunter. She has to be a Supernatural of some sort....but what? he pondered inwardly, looking over the girl.

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Lalana took a breath as the male LARPer turned to her, and looked directly at her, like he could see her. "Yes, my dear. I can hear you. What is you name?"

Lalana fought the urge to frown. "My Dear?" She thought but kept it to herself, he was like the only person to be able to see her.

"My name is Lalana." She answered softly. "Are you lost? Looking for someone? Can I be of any help?"

Lalana looked at him, she didn't really know where to begin, didn't help that it seemed like he was flirting, she blew it off though.
"Yes, I am lost, I died and woke up and I'e been just kinda floating around. " She started and then her features hardened. "Yes, I am looking for someone, my brother, we both died together, we're twins...so I figured if I woke up, he must've too but he wasn't with me when I got up." She said softly, if she could cry at this point, she probably would be by now. "I don't know if you can be any help but you can see me so I suppose it's a good start." She said.
"I am Victor." He told her. " Well it's nice to meet you, Victor, but um, How can you see me?"

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Saeriel figured she wouldn't get any hunting done till the afternoon with the way things were looking as the man went on, "I'm sorry. It's something I can't help doing to people…." She nodded waiting for him to continue,"I am a Succubus…." She tilted her head. She had never heard of the term spoken but had seen in it ancient book of the mythology of vile creatures. It seemed strange that a beautiful man was the vile creatures the priests had spoken of long ago. They didn't talk about such things anymore since there was only one priest in the tribe now and she was younger than Saeriel was. She continued to ponder his existence as she watched him.

The man continued to speak however and she sensed his guilt. "I don't mean to make you feel the way you do. I'm trying to be genuine, and I truly do think you are beautiful and strong. However, my inner 'beast,' if you will, can't help but make me seem as though I only want one thing. It's more of a curse than a gift, really...." He walked over to a nearby tree and leaned against it and Saeriel finally relaxed, putting her bow across her shoulder and the one arrow in her quiver. "Alright. I'll get over it I suppose. I ain't a proper lady who'll faint just because of some strange magic."

Saeriel put some distance between them by following his lead and moving to lean on a tree opposite him. She figured that the lone creature perhaps wanted companionship for a while and she hadn't sated her curiosity about him yet. She opened her mouth gearing up to ask him where he had been born and what his name was but a voice made her jump in fright. She glanced about but couldn't immediately see anything. The incubus seemed decently calm as he turned to empty air and began speaking. "What the hell…" She mumbled still frantically glancing about. Perhaps she had been wrong. What if he was talking to some evil spirit she couldn't see?

Saeriel cast her senses out but the forest told her nothing. The trees didn't feel that anything was strange, the water was calm despite her situation. She sidestepped past the man and took several steps back leaving herself a way out. Saeriel wasn't scared but she sure as hell wasn't feeling good about this situation. Saeriel watched Victor's eyes, tracking his gaze but she still couldn't find what he was looking at even after he finished speaking. "Victor, what are looking at damn it? What are you hearing?" She cursed but kept her voice almost level, her temper rising at the same pace of her frustration levels. First she was a wild woman in heat and now the man was seeing things she wasn't. This day was entirely crazy and altogether messed up so far.

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Victor looked at the fire-haired woman. "You cannot see the girl before me? I mean, she is transparent, but she is completely invisible to you?" he asked her, confused as to what exactly was going on. He pondered everything for a moment. She can be heard and seen by me....but not by the other girl.... She is transparent to me....but completely invisible to the other girl.... Just then, a wave of realization swept over Victor. He reached his hand out toward the transparent girl, his hand moving straight through her translucent shoulder. Nothing. There was nothing on the girl that Victor could touch. "Lalana, was it? My dear....this may be hard to understand or comprehend for you...."

He paused, rummaging through his mind trying to find the right words to say. "You are an apparition, a ghost, if you will. Not everyone can see you, though you can change that. If your will is strong enough and you want someone to see you, then it shall be that way. However, I am unsure as to why I can see you and she cannot." He paused again, putting his fingers to his chin and squinting his eyes in contemplation, pouring over the specter girl before him. "Before you lose control, I want you to take a breath. You are, indeed, a ghost. A spirit of the dead. I am a Succubus. A seducer, if you will, though it is something I cannot control, no matter how I wish I could."

Victor stopped for a moment, giving the poor girl time for everything to sink in. He looked to the fire-haired woman and motioned her to come toward him. "Please, speak to this girl. Even though you cannot see her, speak to her. Her name is Lalana. She is a spirit." Victor smiled as he took the fire-haired woman by the arm, guiding her. He stopped her in front of Lalana so that she would not accidentally step through her, as that could do more harm than good. "Go on...." he whispered, urging her to speak to the girl she could not see.

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Victor's gaze searched Saeriel's and she did not avert her gaze although she had the strange girlish notion to do so. "You cannot see the girl before me? I mean, she is transparent, but she is completely invisible to you?" Saeriel felt like she was having a really weird dream and no matter how she pinched herself she wouldn't wake from it. She stared at Victor incredulously but kept her smart mouth shut instead choosing to keep her thoughts to herself. What girl? This man has lost his mind…Or maybe that's me? Jukkete!

Saeriel shifted on her feet uncomfortably as Victor seemed to think silently for a few minutes. Eventually he spoke calling 'the girl' by her name. "Lalana, was it? My dear….this may be hard to understand or comprehend for you" He trailed off and Saeriel tilted her head in a curious gesture. Wasn't he the one not comprehending that no one was there? She felt the odd urge to laugh despite the situation but once again she kept her mouth shut settling for an awkward grimace.

Saeriel watched Victor as he seemed to struggle with something before saying, "You are an apparition, a ghost, if you will. Not everyone can see you, though you can change that. If your will is strong enough and you want someone to see you, then it shall be that way. However, I am unsure as to why I can see you and she cannot." Saeriel blinked slowly. A ghost? Like the spirits of my ancestors? That kind of thing? Traako. Valanthar would have hurt himself trying to bow to the thing. Saeriel thought to herself sarcastically. The elf woman put her hand to her forehead and began to rub slow circles on her temple. "Please let me wake up. Now would be a good time." She grumbled, hardly able to contain her frustration at this point. She almost groaned as Victor continued, "Before you lose control, I want you to take a breath. You are, indeed, a ghost. A spirit of the dead. I am a Succubus. A seducer, if you will, though it is something I cannot control, no matter how I wish I could." He calmly spoke to the 'ghost' and Saeriel injected him with another sarcastic remark inwardly. The one losing control is me here.

When Victor gestured for Saeriel to come closer she lower her hand from her temple and gave him a reproachful look but stepped forward. He began, "Please, speak to this girl. Even though you cannot see her, speak to her. Her name is Lalana. She is a spirit." Saeriel eyed his smile as he grabbed her arm, sending fire through her nerve endings. It made her wonder what that felt like in other places and when images began appearing she blushed slightly unable to help herself. Jukkete! She cursed inwardly. Saeriel snatched her arm away from the man as soon as Victor had her in front of whatever girl he was talking about and gave him a tiny glare as if to say 'Try not to touch me next time.' "Go on…." Victor urged her and she pulled her bottom lip in between her teeth, nibbling thoughtfully. What was she supposed to say to something she couldn't see? A simple hello just wouldn't do.

Suddenly as soon as she blinked a young girl began to fade into view. She wasn't very solid in appearance but Saeriel could see her now and frankly it gave her the creeps. Saeriel rubbed the goosebumps on her arms and attempted a friendly smile as the girl tried to speak to her. "Hello? Can you see me now?" Her black eyes looked upon Saeriel's and the elf barely restrained her urge to grab her bow. She swallowed and stood a bit straighter before speaking politely, "Yes. I can. Quite the surprise mind you." She faltered unable to find the right words before deciding just to introduce herself and ask serious questions later. She couldn't be a jerk to a person she just met. " I'm Saeriel Cuvanthar. I'm an elf of the tribe Hidre'thael. It is my honor to meet you." She bowed just slightly giving the spirit respect.

"Would you be so kind as to tell me why you are here spirit? I apologize for being rude and asking this frankly but it is my people's belief that spirits do not appear unless…there is a pressing need. May I be of assistance? My tribe has a priestess and I would guide you there but unfortunately she is young and inexperienced and might not be much help." Saeriel finished and glanced at Victor before continuing to gaze at the ghostly apparition in front of her. She did not add that her people would not be very welcoming with the other part of their company. Saeriel was slightly indifferent to Victor because she had been young when the attack happened. She knew who to blame and Victor didn't seem to be any kind of wolf-beast.

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Lalana watched as the LARPer girl tensed some. Lalana couldn't help the urge to smile crookedly. "Yes, I can. Quite the surprise mind you." She said and Lalana nodded in agreement. This was all very new to her too. "I'm Saeriel Cuvanthar. I'm an elf of the tribe Hidre'thal. It is my honor to meet you."

Lalana watched as the woman bowed as if she were paying her respects. "Um...Lalana Azzi. Formerly a student at NYU?" She said not really knowing how to introduce herself.
She looked between the two. So they weren't LARPers? They were actually a Succubus and an Elf, respectively. "Would you be so kind as to tell me why you are here, Spirit? I apologize for being rude and asking this frankly but it is my people's belief that spirits do not appear unless...there is a pressing need. May I be of assistance? My Tribe has a priestess and I would guide you there but unfortunately she is young and inexperienced and might not be much help." She said and Lalana didn't know how to answer that. "Um, Dude, I just sorta woke up. So any help at this point would be much appreciated." Lalana said biting her lip. "So you guys, really are...what you say you are, some that means I'm really dead right now." She said with a sigh. " Sorry, THis is really heavy , so yea, I don't know why I'm here. I Was sick, me and my brother, we had a tumor on our brains, the same one, it was weird, the doctors didn't know what to make of it, but we did. in was inoperable so we knew we were gonna die. I remember laying down, feeling really, really bad, and then I woke up here, I can't feel the wind, and can't feel the grass under my feet. So I'm really dead, and now I'm a ghost..." SHe said more to herself then to them. Her brow creased sadly. "Can you help me?" She asked them both.

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Victor placed his hand on his chin in concentration, searching his thoughts. "Can you help me?" Lalana said, seemingly desperate. Victor felt sorry for the girl. Not only was she dead, she was unable to move on from this world. How lonely it must be. To have no one, to be unable to touch or be touched. Victor's heart sank with sadness. "I do not know, dear one...." he said solemnly, upset at the circumstances for the poor girl. He looked down at the ground, still searching his thoughts for a solution. He turned to the elf girl, Saeriel. "What do you think we should do?" Tears welled up in his eyes, the sadness he felt for the specter girl strong enough to override his calm exterior. He turned from them both, trying to collect his emotions, but doing a terrible job of it. "I'm sorry...." he said softly, trying to mask the sadness in his voice, though he was unable to do so.

He sat down in the snow, running his hands through it at his sides, making lines in the cold, white blanket that covered the earth. His back was still to the other two, unsure of what he was feeling. His mind was full of a cocktail of emotions. Sadness, grief, heartache, confusion. He didn't know exactly what he was feeling or what he should be feeling. He drew a small picture in the snow in front of him. A few trees, mountains behind them. It was sloppy, but it made Victor feel better for an unknown reason.

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Saeriel pursed her lips feeling oddly guilty about the whole situation. She shouldn't have torn at the girl's raw spots and asked about such touchy subject but if she were to help the spirit she would need to know the what, why, and who of the situation. The hunter lifted her hand to pinch the bridge of her nose but stopped midway and feigned twirling her hair. She didn't want to give off the impression that the entire ordeal was giving her a serious headache.

"Yes. I am an elf. I don't know what else I would be…" She murmured before giving her ears a gentle tug to show that they were attached. She had noticed the that the girl was probably of human descent. It was Saeriel's first time encountering one but even so, she was a ghost and that made it somewhat unreal. Perhaps humans looked different in death compared to what they looked like when they were alive and walking? Saeriel pushed the thought away before her imagination could whip up some strange imagery and pulled her attention back to the girl. "Ah, indeed." Saeriel remarked uncomfortably having caught on when she was talking about how she was feeling. Saeriel wasn't the type of elf to feel sorry of others even on a good day and left her just feeling awkward and unsure. On the other hand Victor looked like he was suffering a serious case of depression.

Saeriel eyed him hoping he wouldn't have a breakdown. "What do you think we should do?" He softly asked. She bit the inside of her cheek as another pang of stress worried her mind. Wasn't she supposed to be hunting and not looking after a 'vile creature and spirit' as the elder mother would say it. The elders would have her head if she did what she was thinking of but she knew at least one of them would give mercy. Although the elders held a grudge, they upheld their image even more. She watched Victor turn around and sit down after apologizing. She nodded and gave him some space by staying quiet to think about how she would approach her new quest.

After a while had passed she spoke up, "I have an idea." She paused, collecting her thoughts and clearing her throat nervously. She wasn't uneasy because she was bringing strangers to her village. She happened to be uneasy because she didn't know if the other tribesmen would allow it but her code wasn't to leave a helpless girl by herself, even if that meant bringing a questionable figure with them.

"If we go to my village…Jaenenne, I mean the priestess can at least talk to you and impart whatever knowledge she has. Goodness knows she might actually have met a few spirits before. However, I can promise nothing." She hesitated again but she knew she had to at least warn them. "Wait. I need to warn you guys. I would be really messed up of me not to." She glanced at Victor guiltily. "My people live a long time so we hold on to certain feelings for many years longer than I guess a mortal creature would. So, let's just say that some mean demon beasts attacked our village and the elders have kind of prohibited other species from entering Hidre'thael." She sighed heavily before continuing, anguished to find a way to explain this nicely. "Victor, you know…Your not exactly what the Hidre'thael people would call an ally and they might be a bit hateful to you. I apologize ahead of time for that. Most of us younger generation are more forgiving and not so set in the old ways. Hell, you see I just barely managed to remember to bow to you. Also," She looked to Lalana. "I don't know how they will act towards you. It will probably be mixed since most will place you in the same category as Victor and consider you an omen so be prepared but I'm sure the elders won't be too mean to you since they are respectful to spirits." Saeriel fingered her bow string which lay strapped across her chest. She was hoping that her people wouldn't get too upset but honor meant something to her and always did.

"Anyway, it's your choice whether to come or not. Just follow me and stay very close. Seriously. The gatekeeper won't let you through without a little persuading as it is. Come." Saeriel gestured for them to follow and turned to head north. Her feet crunched through the snow and she looked down at it remembering something she should explain. "While we are walking I'll explain various things to you. Feel free to ask questions too since I don't have time for a tour of the place. I'm just going to take you to the healer and from there you are on your own. I will promise you the leisure to explore once you are inside and with the healer." She emphasized sharply. "It's simply so I may speak with the," She paused to find the right word that would be understandable. "Elders. Yes, so they know you are here. The eldest has the power of telepathy so she will notify everyone in the village. She's an old bat so don't mind her. Anyway the part of the forest is very resistant to the seasons as it is heavily concentrated with magic. Some things may look weird and trees may be twisted and larger but that's just because the strongest in the village pour their magic into the land and that's how we claim it. The magic bolsters the trees and life in the area. However, that is also why we do not hunt there because we are bonded to that land. If we hunt there, then we are destroying a part of ourselves. So please don't hurt anything if you can. Also, the guardian of the forest would not be pleased…not that I've met the guardian. The second elder Farogar claims to have seen it but I don't believe him." Saeriel chuckled as she finished her rant. They were getting close now as she had kept the pace set at a fast stride. The trees began to narrow, and the grass began to thin out beginning to look more and more like a path. When she felt like she was close enough she reached out and touched the barrier with her magic. Erelto immediately responded and his voice appeared in her mind, like a whisper on the wind. "Sae!" His nickname for her charmed her and she smiled. "Hello child. Yes, it's me. You always know my magic." She knew he could hear her. His barrier surrounded them and kept them from fully continuing down the path. If she had kept going she would have been walking in a circle for a long time. "Who are those people? They are not elves..Drilessa will have my head if she hears I let them in!" The boy cried in a panic. Saeriel hushed him and glanced to her companions. "Erelto, I will take full responsibility. Tell Drilessa that I am coming. You have similar powers to her. Will that suffice?" She could feel the barrier tighten it's vice-like hold before the pressure was gone entirely. "Fine. But you forced me!" He howled in her mind's eye playfully and she huffed before looking back over her shoulder.

"The gatekeeper will let us through. Come with me."

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"Victor, you know…You're not exactly what the Hidre'thael people would call an ally and they might be a bit hateful to you," Saeriel said, and Victor shrunk back into himself. More people to hate me; how lovely! he thought to himself. "If only my charm were enough....even if it is sometimes forced upon others to like me." A wave of guilt ran over him. Why am I what I am? He sighed deeply, hanging his head as he followed Saeriel. When Saeriel stopped, she put her hand in the air, though it looked like it was pressed against something. "Hello child. Yes, it's me. You always know my magic." Victor looked around confused. Who is she talking to? She continued, "Erelto, I will take full responsibility. Tell Drilessa that I am coming. You have similar powers to her. Will that suffice?" Once again, Victor was lost. Erelto? Who is she talking to?! Victor pursed his lips, angry at his confusion.

"The gatekeeper will let us through. Come with me." Saeriel said. Victor looked at her, still lost in his confusion. "Is that who you were speaking with?" Victor furrowed his eyebrows as he threw the question at Saeriel. "M-Maybe it's better if I stay out here...." Victor looked at the ground, kicking a bit of snow away with his toes. "I don't want to cause trouble for you or your village...." Though Victor's voice was velvet and smooth, the melancholy in his tone was prominent, showing his abasement. He crouched down, pinching some snow between his fingertips like a child, almost pouting at the fact that he couldn't seem to make friends no matter where he went. He let out a sigh before pursing his lips, feeling defeated.

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Saeriel grimaced when her gaze met Victor's. He looked beyond confused and altogether upset. She felt a thread of guilt weave its way around her heart. The elven woman wasn't used to caring for people and was often treated more like a man than she was any type of woman. So for Victor who had complimented her and treated her as an actual woman deserved a bit better than to be treated with a type of superiority from her people and an indifference from Saeriel. Saeriel thumbed her bow uncomfortably as Victor asked her a question. "Is that who you were speaking with?" Saeriel chewed on the inside of her cheek gently trying to find the words to explain it to him with. So far she had refrained from speaking her native elven tongue. After all, although the elves hadn't kept up completely with human technology, mostly because they didn't believe in the chance of having it malfunction, they had kept up with several languages that the humans spoke. The elders took care of teaching the younger elves to speak it. It was hard to explain the gatekeeper in normal words without seeming strange she supposed to them. Saeriel finally deigned to answer simply. "Yes." She glanced at Lalana hoping the girl wouldn't ask any questions about the gatekeeper either. Saeriel almost palmed her face knowing that she was being an ass. First she tells them to ask as many questions as they needed but when it gets difficult to answer she wanted them to shut up. Saeriel returned her gaze to Victor and raised a brow as he stuttered, "M-Maybe it's better if I stay out here…." Victor lowered his eyes and Saeriel felt that niggling guilt again. "I don't want to cause trouble for you or your village…." Victor's voice was weighted with his emotions and Saeriel's hand clenched on the bows' grip. He crouched down, pinching some snow between his fingertips as he sighed heavily. She turned her gaze away from the sight and let her gaze travel the quiet forest. She knew Erulto was probably snickering at her awkwardness as he listened. "I'm sorry." She apologized not knowing what to say for a moment. She stepped closer to him laid a hand on his shoulder. The pull she felt from his nature strengthened but she had become comfortable with it over the walk and the new strength to it only made her itch to step away. Otherwise there was no reason to avoid him. Once she felt like he could understand that she was sincere she stepped away and got back on the path.

She led them the rest of the way through the forest. The path began to become more distinct as the tree aligned on either side of the trio and became less grassy and more like an actual dirt path. The snow had also started to thin and eventually as they neared the village edge became nonexistent. Due to the power of the area the land around the village only had two seasons and that was fall and spring. Snow never fell much and if it did it never stuck to the ground. However the chill was in the air and the leave were in that state of deciding what color they wanted to be. Most of the leaves on the trees were yellow to fading green but never red or orange and Saeriel peered up at the bridge where a guard scowled down at them. She waved and used her other hand to making a hushing motion over her lips and the guard shook his head at them.

The lights in the trees were still off but she figured they would be on soon as she took a glance at the sky. The sky was turning shades of pink and blue and some orange on the horizon as the time neared sunset. Saeriel murmured softly as she thought about the task at hand. We don't have much time. It will be nightfall soon and the feast will begin. I need to take them to the medical hut immediately. I also need to speak to the eld- Her thoughts were cut off as Lalana asked her a question. "So um, Saeriel, Do you think they can…um…make me at least tangible? It's a bizarre feeling to see yourself, but not the effects you have on the world…not even a foot print in the snow." Lalana trailed off into silence. Saeriel tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ears and wondered why she hadn't braided it before answering the apparition. "Honestly, I'm not sure. I've never heard of it but I'm relatively young in elven years and untrained in the medical arts. Jaenenne would know more. Also, she's a creative character and comes from a strong line. She'll help you somehow." Saeriel grinned, briefly proud of the little healer. "Well. We should get going before the sun sets on us and the feast begins." Saeriel gestured for them to follow with her right hand and turned to keep walking. "We should stick to the main ground-path. It will be busy at this time but it is easiest to get from here to the grand tree." She informed them.

Saeriel walked along the path for a while and waved to many of her people. At this hour many of the hunter were coming back with their bounties and from what she could see only a few had caught anything big. One band of hunters had a cart full of birds and few wild pig and Saeriel called to them. "Hey! You caught plenty! Tell me your secret spot next time okay?" The men laughed and some raised good-natured fists while others raised their bows. One man will long blonde hair stepped around the others with a fierce smile. "Saeriel. " He greeted before glancing to her guests in tow with an inquiring look but he didn't comment on it, instead clapping the fire-haired elven woman on the shoulders. "You aren't carrying in a deer. The men will be glad to have won that bet." He reserved saying what Saeriel had threatened to take from the men but Saeriel was unabashed even with Victor and Lalana behind her. "You mean their balls? It would have been a reward. They don't use them anyway." She teased sarcastically and responded to his touch with a affectionate pat on his hand. Saeriel turned slightly to see her guests and gestured at the blonde elf, "This is Valanthar. He is my-" She paused searching for the correct word in normal words. "Best friend. We grew up together so our people call him my Ban-Fral-Nid-Cinhil" She enunciated is word as clearly as possible without clustering them as she usually would in her language.

Valanthar was slightly taller than Saeriel but he had a boyish quality about him. His piercing blue eyes tended to woo many of the elven women but most never did anything about it because of his childish face. However, he was very strong and physically fit and tried his best to appear nice. Valanthar bowed and when he raised, his eyes raked over Victor then Lalana before he gave Victor a reluctant pat on the shoulder. He turned back to Saeriel. He lightly touched her elbow and his smile warmed her causing her to return it happily. "Try to not to anger the Elders will you, not intentionally okay? Every time I see you you're fighting something or getting into more trouble. Plus, Eldren and Mirkwan are waiting for you at the Grand Tree. I don't know what about." With that he strode back to the men who had leaned in to listen to Valanthar apparently curious about the guests. Saeriel waited a moment before looking to Victor and Lalana. "When you meet my people they may be more touchy than most other…species? It is how we become friendlier. However I would suggest not initiating it until one us does, just in case. Especially with the older elves." She reminded them. "Also, Lalana, Jaenenne may be able to touch you. I just remembered that Jaenenne often communicates with the spirits in the glen. So be prepared for her to try." Saeriel murmured with a shrug before continuing to walk on.

The sun was just a sliver on the horizon when the trio came upon the murky pond with a large regal tree in the center. A faint glow at the top signaled that the fire-elves were just beginning to stir the flames for the feast. The area around the tree was filled with fireflies and other insects buzzing around. A frog croaked loudly in the background and Saeriel was miffed not to hear the crickets chirping. She supposed it was not dark enough yet. Elves stood around talking in quiet voices as they looked to the trio and then away after giving them curious waves. Some of the guardians had gathered but definitely not all as Saeriel only spotted four so far. She stepped onto the wooden bridge that led to the grand trees roots and the entrance passageway that would take them into the tree. Magic left a tingle on her skin but was not similar to the barrier that Erelto used to ward off other creatures. It was a comfortable sensation that caressed her skin like a blanket. Saeriel led the group into the Grand Tree and was thankful not to see Eldren and Mirkwan as she continued through the lamp-lit passage. She took them through winding passages and intersections before they eventually came upon a door. The door was simply an entrance with leaves covering it to create privacy and Saeriel strode through the leaves and took a look around.

The she-elf was unprepared for what came next as a small girl slammed into Saeriel enclosing her with a hug. "Sae! My lovely hunter!" The girl squealed cheerfully. Saeriel regarded the elf with a slightly annoyed smile. "Jaenenne. My favorite little pest." She chuckled, only slightly serious. Jaenenne flashed her a wild smile and turned on the guests. "Hello! Sit down, please. I insist." The elf-girl gestured towards some ottomans nearby. Jaenenne stood at about four foot nine with long flowing dirty-blonde hair and grey green eyes. Her complexion was fair and she had cute thin lips that curved up in a beautiful smile. Her robes were a woody brown and Saeriel eyed the wing attachments on the sleeves that were mementos of her mother's. Saeriel took a seat in the corner facing the door and crossed her arms as Jaenenne scrutinized Lalana. "Jay-bird, give the girl some space will you. She's not your newest toy." Saeriel lectured the healer. Jaenenne glowered at Saeriel before huffing and bowing to the two guests. "I am Jaenenne. Healer of the Hidre'thael. I am extremely pleased to meet you." Jaenenne chirped happily, raising to give Victor and Lalana pleased looks. Saeriel turned her head to peer out of the small window to her left as she let her mind wander while Jaenenne talked. "I am sure Saeriel brought you here for a reason and I assure you I will try my best." She looked to Victor and smiled charmingly. "You are very welcome here in this hut." Jaenenne assured him as if reading him like a book. Saeriel glanced at the others with amusement and figured she would warn them. "Jay-bird, don't intrude on others emotions either, will you?" Saeriel eyed the girl with scorn but she was sure Jaenenne sensed her humor. Jaenenne shrugged giving Victor an apologetic grin. Jaenenne looked to Lalana. "Spirit, what ails you?" Her voice edged with seriousness but Saeriel knew she was having fun because her eyes glittered with mirth.

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Jaenenne smiled at Victor and spoke. "You are very welcome here in this hut." He turned his face away from her, embarrassed at the fact that she could obviously tell he was uncomfortable. "I have a question for you, when you are finished with our Lalana here...." And with that he turned and stepped over to the corner, planting himself there, doing his best to stay out of the way.

Victor pursed his lips into an almost pout-like position. He pulled his knees up to his chest and put his left cheek on his knee, squishing his face a bit, making him look even more pitiful and pouty. He sighed softly, doing his best to make sure the others couldn't hear him. He drew little circles with his index finger in the thin dirt that his shoes had tracked in.

Victor did his best to get lost in his own thoughts and not eavesdrop on the conversation that was happening across the room. He continued to draw his little circles and waited patiently.

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Saeriel watched Jaenenne speak to Lalana about her issues. Saeriel was sure the elf healer would have a solution to her problem. She sighed quietly before standing and lightly touching Jaenenne's shoulder, interrupting her. "Jaenenne. As much as I would love to stay and help, I really must get going. I can feel the anger glares already and I would like to keep my arms and legs right now." Her expression was resigned.

Jaenenne stared at her before responding, "Well come by later. I do have some ideas as to how use your power to help Lalana stay solid while traveling when she's near you." The healer mused. Saeriel raised one brow curiously before striding past the healer woman. At the doorway, she paused and looked back to Victor. "I would suggest you come with me since Jaenenne might take a fortnight just studying Lalana. It's your choice though. If you come with me we will be back later." Saeriel added a chuckle when Jaenenne scowled at her.

She left the medical hut with Jaenenne talking to the ghost girl as if she were an experiment come alive. Although Saeriel supposed technically the apparition was for a young elf new to the spiritual nature of the forest. Saeriel pushed the thoughts away and walked to the council chamber near the top of the tree. She had other problems to deal with, for example, the fact that the elders might just decide she was more trouble than it was worth. This provoked enough soft sigh to escape her lips and she resisted the urge to rub her temples for the tenth time that day. The lamps cast firelight into the hallways casting a warm glow. Her shadow on the wall was tall and distorted as the elf continued upwards into the grand tree.

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Victor looked up at Saeriel as she spoke to him, encouraging him to come with her as it might be a while. He nodded softly and stood, following her out of the hut. "Where are we going?" Victor asked somewhat shyly, concerned about everything that was going on. "Don't your people hate....things like me....?" He lowered his head in shame, pulling himself inward and making himself small. "I don't want to be a burden...." he muttered, twiddling his thumbs slightly.

He followed Saeriel, still unaware of where exactly they were going. "I-I really don't want to be a burden...." He paused. "You said you could already feel the angry glares...." He lowered his head even more. He stopped walking and stared at the ground, crouching and running his fingers in the dirt. "You have a beautiful home, and I don't want to be the one to disturb the peace you all seem to have here...."

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Saeriel glanced back to Victor unable to hide her smirk at his question. "Well. To tell the truth, we are going to see the elders. I'd rather not go alone." She paused mid-speech a surprised expression on her face before she seemed to push away the rest of her thoughts. Victor, however, was still concerned. "Don't your people hate….things like me….? I don't want to be a burden…." Saeriel almost stopped her tracks, having the strongest urge to straighten his shoulders and force him to raise his head. After spending a very small amount of time with him she could get the sense that maybe Victor wasn't completely like most demons. He certainly wasn't evil. Nevertheless, Saeriel continued on and said nothing for a few minutes to find the right way to help him understand. As she thought to herself, she could hear him continuing, "I-I really don't want to be a burden…." He paused. "You said you could already feel the angry glares...." He lowered his head even more. He stopped walking and stared at the ground, crouching and running his fingers in the dirt. "You have a beautiful home, and I don't want to be the one to disturb the peace you all seem to have here…." Saeriel stopped, noticing that he had, and turned to gaze at him. The succubus didn't seem to have a lot of confidence in himself. If she told him that she thought he was a great guy at that moment, it might have seemed halfhearted. So, instead, she decided to try something more bold.

Saeriel stepped towards him cautiously and placed both of her hands on his shoulders. "Victor." She called softly, hoping to get him to meet her eyes. She crouched down to make it easier and she moved her right hand to place it on one of is hands that ran through the dirt beneath them. "You are right about the fact that my people aren't quite nice to your species and kind. However, that shouldn't matter. They aren't your friends and they sure don't know anything about how to make 'em." She struggled, wavering in her resolution She wasn't a caregiver, she was a warrior and even making this speech was embarrassing. Saeriel squeezed his hand nervously and lowered her gaze to the stirred soil getting an idea. "The point is..since they don't know you like your friends do.. they wouldn't know this fact." She reached into the dirt grabbing a handful and took his hand and placed it over hers. "What may look like dirt and seem dirty and disgusting," She paused mid-speech giving it a dramatic silence as she began to let magic flow into her hands and into the dirt inside and smiled gently when she felt the object in her hand form. "..Is actually a beautiful flower on the inside." She ended, opening her hand to show victor the blooming iris that had replaced the dirt. She blushed slightly at the girly idea but gave Victor a pleased smile as she placed the flower in his silvery hair. "Looks cute on you. You definitely wouldn't be some fearsome demon now. They'll love you and if they don't, well you always have me buddy." Saeriel winked at him with a hearty chuckle. "Now, come on. Stop feeling like a second-class citizen because to me your better than that. You've proven yourself to be a kind person and not a vicious beast and that should be enough to make you welcome in this village." She huffed defiantly thinking of the elders.

Saeriel turned and continued onwards to the council chambers. They weren't much further and in a few minutes time they stood before the large ornate double doors. It was accented with jewels like quartz and a few moonstone here and there. Saeriel admired it for a moment like she always did before pushing inside. When she quickly scanned the room, the first thing that caught her eye was Drilessa with her hands on her hips waiting for them. Saeriel flinched but stepped fully into the room and gave a small bow to the fuming elder. "Drilessa, I hope you have been well. As well you, Farogar and Marellen." She raised after greeting them and avoided Drilessa's gaze who was searing a hole into Saeriel's head. "May I introduce my companion, Victor." She gestured towards him and the shock on Drilessa's face was more than amusing as she directed her gaze to the incubus. For such a hardened shell that she usually had, it was broken in an instant at the sight of a demon.

"Y-You brought an incubus into the village!" Drilessa hissed, pointing a wizened finger at Saeriel who simply shrugged unable to keep herself from smiling. "I sure did. He's really nice too." Saeriel pushed her limits but she was already in trouble and humor was her weapon against anger. "You dare!" Drilessa didn't finish and turned to Farogar instead. "Farogar! Tell her what that demon-" She spat the word. "-would do to the people! It could ensnare us all and harm us!" Farogar gave Drilessa a pitying look before looking to Saeriel. "Why have you brought the de-" He paused for a minute, inclining his head as if tasting something. "-Victor and your other guest here?" Farogar didn't seem angry but he was serious. Saeriel bowed her head and he smile faded. "Elder, I have brought them because they were in need of help. Before the attack, our people did not turn away others just because they were different or seemed dangerous. Are we not the dangerous ones throwing around our power to keep us 'safe'? I think it is time we understand that it we were at fault too. As cruel as it was to attack our people, the wolf-men will never do so again because we are not encroaching on their territory anymore. Also, we are stronger now and much more capable of handling such situations..or at least I thought so. The demons and other creatures of this land had nothing to do with it. My father taught me to save people, not to leave them. To me, it doesn't matter what species they are." Saeriel met Farogar's gaze, giving her elder the respect and the sense that she was sorry but wouldn't back down on this. Farogar seemed to think on this before speaking, "You know you risk being exiled.." Saeriel nodded. "I understand. However, if we are not strong enough to harbor only two guests, then how will we survive an army?" Saeriel raised her head, peering down her nose at Farogar with a challenge. Drilessa seethed in the corner and Marellen was silent, staring out of the window at something. Farogar finally ended the silence with a cracked laugh. "You are just like your father. I, Farogar the Wise, accept the guests into my humble home. May they find what they are looking for here in Hidre'thael." He gave a warning glance as Drilessa gaped at him before continuing, "However, Saeriel. You are responsible for any of your charges here in the villages. Accommodate them and if they do cause trouble, I expect you to do something about it. You will be the one to blame if any one of our people dies." Farogar's glare was hard and cruel and Saeriel understood perfectly that if something happened exile was not the only thing that would happen.

"Yes, Elder. I understand" She responded confidently, although she didn't completely feel that way. Drillessa was resigned as she waved Saeriel out to the door. "Take your guests and get them a place to rest. Now, leave. I am tired of your stubbornness." Drillessa sighed, making her arms rest at her sides in restraint. Saeriel gave the elder woman a silly half-smile. "Aw, I thought you loved my sexy stubborn side." She remarked sarcastically as she grabbed Victor hand and quickly led them out before Drilessa could zap her hide. Saeriel heard the elder muttering maliciously as she closed the door behind her and looked to Victor. "Thank you for being there. It gave me a bit more confidence to face that old hag." She chuckled as a loud thump sound at the door as she was sure Drilessa had heard and had thrown something at the door. "Come, lets go to the bonfire and warm ourselves before dinner." She kept holding his hand, tugging him with her as she moved to go to the top of the tree.

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Saeriel began to speak words that Victor hadn't ever heard said about him before. "You are right about the fact that my people aren't quite nice to your species and kind. However, that shouldn't matter. They aren't your friends and they sure don't know anything about how to make 'em." Saeriel squeezed his hand nervously and lowered her gaze to the stirred soil. "The point is..since they don't know you like your friends do..they wouldn't know this fact." She reached into the dirt grabbing a handful and took his hand and placed it over hers. "What may look like dirt and seem dirty and disgusting.." She paused and smiled gently. "..is actually a beautiful flower on the inside." She opened her hand to show Victor the blooming iris that had replaced the dirt. She gave Victor a pleased smile as she placed the flower in his silvery hair. "Looks cute on you. You definitely wouldn't be some fearsome demon now. They'll love you and if they don't, well you always have me, buddy." Saeriel winked at him with a hearty chuckle. "Now, come on. Stop feeling like a second-class citizen because to me your better than that. You've proven yourself to be a kind person and not a vicious beast and that should be enough to make you welcome in this village." With that, Victor followed her, still unaware of how the elder's may react to his presence. His hand moved to the iris that Saeriel had put into his hair, his fingertips running along the petals very softly, making sure he didn't accidentally crush the flower or cause it to fall.

When they were before the elders, Victor stood silently, staring down at the floor though his head was up. His eyes didn't dare meet with those of any of the elder's. They seemed angry, but the one accepted him and Lalana into this village, which made Victor feel slightly relieved. Suddenly, Saeriel grabbed Victor's hand and dragged him out of the place. When they were outside, Saeriel looked at Victor. "Thank you for being there. It gave me a bit more confidence to face that old hag." There was a loud thump against the door from the other side that made Victor jump slightly in surprise, though Saeriel reacted with a small chuckle. "Come, lets go to the bonfire and warm ourselves before dinner." She tugged him along, moving to the top of the tree where Victor could see a huge fire forming. "Thank you....for believeing in me...." he muttered, still feeling somewhat awkward about everything that was happening. He looked at the fire when they reached it and had to force himself to not let his jaw drop. It was beautiful, alive even. The fire crackled and sparkled and danced against the night sky, filling Victor with its warmth and light. "Wow," he uttered softly, still astounded by the flames.

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Saeriel raised one brow as she gazed upon Victor with inquiry. "I believed you since the moment you showed me you were sincere, which, I think was when you apologized for seducing me." She laughed a lightly punched his arm, smiling broadly. She followed his gaze to the bonfire in front of them and her smile shifted into a proud grin. She was silent, simply admiring the fierce flames sprouting from the stone fire pit and she looked up to watched the leaves above them tremble as a slight wind brushed over the treetop. Several elves sat on the benches around the clearing, all laughing and talking. Not many paid attention to the demon standing among them and Saeriel was pleased that now that word had gotten around of their arrival, things were calming down. Saeriel tapped Victor on his shoulder and gestured around them. "Feel free to hang out with me or go play. I'm sure some of the ladies aren't so reserved about taking an adorable demon home." She winked, teasing him playfully. "I'm just going to take a seat. Right now, everyone is still coming in and the feast won't begging for another ten maybe twenty minutes. The cooks are busy, I suppose." She peered about searching for seating as she spoke. Finally her eyes alighted on an empty bench on the far side and she made her way around to it, plopping herself down with a hefty sigh.

Her gaze watched the flames and she felt a soft tender feeling rise in her. Fortunately she kept her thoughts tuned to a low murmur instead of making her remember things of the past. That's what usually happened when people felt such tender emotions. A sigh from her lips and she thought, This day has been way to long. I'm freaking exhausted! Saeriel briefly cast her gaze around to see if Valanthar but seeing that he wasn't around, she figured that he was taking his sweet time doing something around the village. She furrowed her brow but was silent as she wondered what damsel in distress he was playing with now.

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Saeriel spoke kindly to Victor, punching him in the arm playfully and smiling. He half-smiled back, as her punch had actually hurt a bit. She mentioned something about some of the ladies not being so reserved and probably wouldn't mind taking an 'adorable demon home.' He turned his gaze to the floor. As a typical narcissist, around Saeriel, he just felt like a demon and nothing more. He didn't feel beautiful or desirable, just disgusting, which he wasn't used to and didn't particularly enjoy, either. "I'm just going to take a seat. Right now, everyone is still coming in and the feast won't begging for another ten maybe twenty minutes. The cooks are busy, I suppose." She looked around for a seat, and when she eyed one, she moved over to it and plopped down. Victor followed her quietly, sitting down next to Saeriel, only he was a good 5 feet away from her. Victor noticed her looking around, possibly searching for someone in particular, but when it seemed she didn't find them, she furrowed her brow.

"Is there someone you're waiting for?" Victor asked softly. Victor didn't mean to pry at the elf girl, but he couldn't help being curious. He wished he could just get drunk and not have to feel how he was feeling, but he knew that it was probably against his better judgement if he were to do so. He stared at the ground, hoping Saeriel would answer his question, though he wouldn't blame her if she didn't.

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Saeriel barely registered that Victor had asked her a question and he sat beside her, yet was distant at the same time. Her fingertips traced the grooves of the wooden bench absently and she silently tried to figure out what Victor had said. When the garbled words came together she huffed nonchalantly. "No. I'm not waiting for anyone. I was just seeing if my friend had arrived. Nothing important." Saeriel turned her gaze to Victor, curious about what expression he had. His downcast gaze surprised her and she leaned forward, trying to catch his eyes. "You do that a lot." She stated before assuming her previous upright position. "You have this sad look and always turn down your gaze." Saeriel explained to him when she felt that perhaps he wouldn't catch what she meant. She wondered if he felt out of place even though she had assured him that he was welcome. Although the crowd had gathered and most of the elves in the village save for a few guardsmen still on duty were standing around the bonfire, none of them paid heed to his presence. Saeriel thought that he would feel better at least now that he wasn't being glared at or blatantly ostracized.

A hand on her shoulder shook her from her thoughts. Eldren stood beside her looking as weary and grumpy as always. "Saeriel." He greeted gruffly, his deep voice raising her hackles. Saeriel didn't move to swat away his hand however out of respect. "Eldren. Where's Mirkwan? Usually your lackey never leaves your side." She sneered but her grin belied her playfulness. Eldren was unamused by her mischievousness. "He's around. I heard you already talked to the elders so I know you already got scolded but you know the rules." His sharp glance at Victor didn't go unnoticed by Saeriel and she stood, almost easily reaching his height, only a few inches smaller. "I know the rules. I also know how to break 'em. Nevertheless it isn't your job to scold me and you aren't metaphorically bending me over your knee today Eldren." Saeriel crossed her arms defensively and Eldren removed his hand from her shoulder, scowling at her. "Well. I know Sidhia will not do it. Somebody needs to." He shot back before shaking his head with disdain. "Just stay out of trouble. We guards don't want to put up with your problems." Saeriel shrugged in response to his dark look before he turned to walk towards a table in the far corner where the elders had arrived and taken their seats. Drilessa still seemed put off and the elder female saw Eldren walking towards them and then spotted Saeriel's rebellious position behind him before frowning and turning to speak to Farogar.

Saeriel growled and returned to sitting beside Victor, remarking on the elders. "Grumpy old people all over this village. It's ridiculous!" Her annoyance reflected in her voice. "I ought'a give them something to really be grouchy about. Like bringing a whole army of creatures." She paused thinking on it with a grin. "I would bring the other tribes, some leprechauns, fairies, and a few dwarves. It'll be a grand celebration" A laugh escaped her before she continued. "That would show them. Goodness! I need a drink. How about we drown our sorrows in some wine? They usually don't bring out the good stuff til dinner but I'll sneak it. Be right back." Saeriel stood but just as she did the crowds were moving to take their places to sit while the cooks entered with wooden trays filled with cooked and spiced deer, rabbit, and bird. The muscular cooks, male and female, behind the first few hefty elves carried in sautéed herbs and some fresh fruit. Saeriel grinned. "Oh. Well guess I won't have to sneak it. The cooks will bring the food around on the trays and you can pick off what you want. Another few, the apprentice's, will bring around the wooden plates. Meanwhile I'll be getting us something to drink. Eat away and try not to explode okay?" Saeriel danced away heading toward the cook in the back who was setting up a table with refreshments. Some of the other elves, mostly of guardsmen and hunter alike, were heading for it. Saeriel sped up and reached it first, finding exactly what she was looking for. It was a special brew made by Jaenenne from the herbs in the glen. It packed a punch and burned on the way down but oh it certainly lifted the spirits of many. Saeriel snatched it and hurried away from the table, hearing disappointed remarks behind her as a few noticed her steal.

Saeriel returned to Victor with two mugs in hand having snatched it from an unaware apprentice. "Alright. I got it." She plopped herself down beside him and set the bottle between them with the two mugs. "Let's get…" She paused searching for the common word. "Smashed?" She questioned hoping that was the word modern humans used. Most of the elves used old language and use the terms 'Properly settled' or 'Inebriated.' However, Saeriel had figured out some of the new slang words kids used these days. She poured them both a full cup and gave him a stubborn look that said, 'I won't take no for an answer' and offered him the cup. "Join me for a drink, and let us fill ourselves with this day's harvest. May we hope for better days, and for the Hidre'thael to prosper now and forever!" She raised her own cup with a broad smile. "And for Lalana and Victor to find that which they seek here in this village!" She added with a wink.

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Victor frowned, not lifting his gaze from the floor, as Saeriel made a comment on the fact that he tended to turn his gaze away or downward a lot. He furrowed his eyebrows, a sharp thought scampering across his mind, Well if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be having a problem. I'd be my usual self. His thought was slightly bitter, but it was also somewhat grateful. Saeriel brought out a side of Victor that he'd never seen in himself, and for that he was thankful. A male elf approached Saeriel suddenly, putting his hand on her shoulder, seemingly disturbing whatever ideas had been floating around in her mind. They exchanged a few words, and the male elf shot Victor a look, to which Victor turned his gaze, once again. "Just stay out of trouble. We guards don't want to put up with your problems." the elf said after shaking his head. "We're not problems," Victor said, standing to face the guard. "We're just like any of you, but you're all too damned stubborn to give us a chance." Victor sat back down, propping his elbow up on his knee and placing his chin in his palm, feeling exhausted with all of the elves' distaste for Lalana and himself.

The guard walked away from them and Saeriel began to speak about how grumpy the older elves were. She made a joke about bringing an army of creatures to the village. That would ruffle some serious feathers.... Victor thought to himself. Saeriel explained how the Feast went down normally and stood to get them drinks, but as she did so, the Feast began and she realized that she didn't have to snatch the wine without permission. After a few moments, she moved to the refreshment table quickly, nabbing a bottle of wine, which a few of the elves seemed to be slightly put off about. "Let's get...." She paused. "Smashed?" She filled up the mugs she'd brought over with the wine. "Join me for a drink, and let us fill ourselves with this day's harvest. May we hope for better days, and for the Hidre'thael to prosper now and forever!" She raised her cup with a broad smile. "And for Lalana and Victor to find that which they seek here in this village!" Victor held his own mug up, clinking it softly against hers. He decided that it was probably in his best interest to just get drunk and not care what any of the elves thought.

He pounded the wine, feeling it burn his throat as if he'd swallowed a handful of peppers. The wine was delicious, though, however badly it burned going down. He poured himself another mug full and pounded it as well. He was already feeling dizzy and slightly buzzed, knowing that he would probably be judged by Saeriel heavily for having almost no tolerance for alcohol. He'd never been drunk before, as he'd only ever had a shot here and there and occasionally one beer. He wasn't much for getting drunk himself, but he enjoyed getting others drunk, as they tended to be quite entertaining when they were. He lifted his half full mug in "Cheers" to Saeriel. "May we just be merry in general and not give a shit what the older elves think!" He chugged the rest of his wine, wiping his mouth off with his sleeve. He looked at Saeriel, practically staring at her. He smiled broadly and leaned toward her, kissing her full on the mouth without thinking at all. As he pulled back, he burst into laughter, falling off the bench and surprising himself into a hysteria. His clumsiness was hilarious to his drunk brain, and he couldn't manage to stop laughing.

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"May we just be merry in general and not give a shit what the older elves think!" He chugged the rest of his wine, wiping his mouth off with his sleeve. Saeriel gave a cheer to that notion and took a swallow from the wine. The burn was pleasant since she was used to it and she heard a chorus of voices around the bonfire join Victor's and her own in mirth. The warm feeling in her chest wasn't just from the wine, it was certainly because she was having a good time. She watched the entire scene about her. The soldiers clinking their glasses after a long day's work. The elders bickering playfully in their stubborn old age. The younger elves smiling and flirting among their peers. Saeriel knew that she would do all she could to protect them. She would never allow her people to be hunted by beasts again. She would never allow them to come to harm again. Another thought occurred to her. Her 'people' included not only the elves but people like Victor who were kind and good-of-heart. Her gaze followed her thoughts and she met his eyes.

He smiled broadly and Saeriel returned it but when he leaned toward her, kissing her on her lips she gasped, shock coursing through her alcohol-riddled mind. Her slow groggy thoughts tried to collect themselves. Is this really happening? Wow. He's kind of a good kisser. Maybe it's because he's a incubus. I could get used to this… She leaned in and then froze realizing her mistake. NoNoNoNoNo. I am a warrior! Not a lover! My father would shame me from the horizon to the nether realms! NO! She started to pull away but he was first to pull back. He burst into laughter, falling off the bench in doing so. Saeriel ducked her head as a slightly hysterical giggle fell from her lips. She hoped her blush came from alcohol and not at all a meager kiss from Victor. She raised a hand to touch her lips and her laugh grew louder. Forget it. She grabbed her mug and downed it without a pause. The burn was strong and her eyes watered but this time she smirked as the memories faded and so did her uneasiness. She leaned over to bench and helped him back up as he laughed away.






Several drinks later and towards the end of the feast, Saeriel was completely done for. Although she was a heavy drinker, she often didn't try to drown herself in it. She remembered having felt annoyed but she couldn't remember why. All she felt was a jolly warmth filling her full stomach. Even the other elves, mostly the guards, were to inebriated to care about the silly things and some of them danced to the music filling the glen. The lute player was somewhat handsome and he played throughout the rest of the night until everyone stubbornly went home. However, that was where her memories ended.

Saeriel opened her eyes and groaned, hearing the songbirds chirping outside. The morning light was coming through her window and she lay on her bed. She gathered all this within minutes. She glanced over and noticed Victor laying on the far side of her large bed. A raised brow was all she managed as a headache slammed her brain and she raised her hands to her head hoping to hold it together because she was certain it was disintegrating. After the pain managed to fade to a slight murmur, she slowly raised herself and moved off the bed. She walked barefoot on the sculpted stone flooring to her dresser to get new leather armor then to the bathroom where a stone tub was filled with water. She touched a hand to the water and felt power slide through her fingertips as the water heated and then came to a boil. It was an easy trick once you figured out what parts to transmute. It wasn't a full transmutation, rather, just a slight alteration of the molecules. She pulled back her hand and waited for the water to calm. Steam rose and filled the room until it felt like she was walking around the muggy swamps in summer. She peeled her leather suit off of her skin and climbed in. It didn't take long for her to get clean as she simply scrubbed away the dirty spots and was finished. She wasn't girly enough to feel the needs to use all those scented oils and fragrances. She just needed to be clean. Saeriel climbed out and pulled on her armor and left her hair hanging. Once done, she gave herself a once over and then moved back to the main room where she retrieved her bow and arrows.

She moved to the bed and lightly touched Victor on the shoulder, calling to him. "Wake up. I have to go hunting and such and I wanted to let you know. You can do as you please from now on okay? If anything, you should check on Lalana. She's been gone for a while.." Saeriel frowned as a pain-ridden thought occurred to her. "If she's sleeping would she be invisible to me? Oh gosh. You were the one who could, so you definitely have to check. I'll leave that to you. Also, if… If she's passed on..well that's good for her. I'll be happy for her." Saeriel murmured. She hadn't gotten to know the ghostly girl much but she had felt that perhaps she would make a friend out of her someday. She pushed the thoughts away and stumbled towards the door. When she opened it sunlight flooded the room touching on the bed and stove on the far side. She squinted and held a hand up to her face to shade her eyes. "It's way too bright out there." She grumbled feeling reluctant to be a responsible adult even though she surmised it was already afternoon which explained the abundance of light.