Post by Fëawen on Feb 2, 2010 2:01:37 GMT 1
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:Pohjola's Cold Mire:
Peivas Fale Bure
Pohjolan Noita
Elää Sopusoinnussa Luonnon Kanssa
--== Homesteads in Pohjola ==--
: says to - - - Daughter of the Le:.... *He blinked and would laugh a bit as ye let thus wines and roses come about* "tomorrow when the sun stands in the middle of the sky. I have to repear this drum, I have to see to the house and let my sister come and live here..when Im gone." *Ah the drum right, this was the most sared part of a Noita's life. The drum was something ye as a shaman made ye self and took care of. If it did break then ye fixed it in the traditional way and by ye self, it was not like any other tools ye sent to some one else to fix up.. no no. There was more to it than just sew the leather on the wood, it was the marks ans sign to be painted, the blood and sweet from yeself and the ritual to be done. He would stand and walk over to ye, place a hand on ye shoulder.* "I have missed ye Silwen" *Yup he was enchanted, fa'ae touched by ye, bewitched by your presence. Peivas moved closer wrapped the other arm about ye* "Then I will travel with ye through viliages of man, I will walk the paths in between the land of yours and land of mine. To search for what now that be"
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(13:18:01 )
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~Silwën Crómváthár~
Tuátha Dé Danánn
: says to :Pohjola's Cold Mire:Pei:.... Silwen smiled again, a secret
mysterious smile as ye came close, for well she knew the signs of the fae-touched...Again, that laugh, as golden as sunshine it was.... I've missed ye too, Peivas... and the Fey wrapped willowy arms about ye, slender form close for a moment as she breathed a kiss upon yer cheek..and then away, away again, moving restlessly about the room, the only sign she gave that she was in a hurry.... Aye then, Peivas..tomorrow at midday then....and we be tracking the moonstone - and the Feawen...
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(13:26:09 ) [PIC]
:Pohjola's Cold Mire:
Peivas Fale Bure
: says to - - - Daughter of the Le:.... *Play the fa'ae creature was,
sometimes a bit too much for humans that is. As ye slipped away like water from his arms, Peivas watched ye and was about to follow, and only took a step before he stopped. It was always so hard to keep that calm aroudn fa'ae, fa'ae creature was sparkling passion and it did vibrate through the room and touch deep.* "and Faewen?" *Of course he had no clue about who that was, but had is ideas that it might be some of ye sort. Nodded as he stood there bit dumb, or perhaps fallen to that enchantment that lay around ye. Or rather what ye spread around here. He swollow and went back to the chair sat down. Took a deep sip of that water*
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(13:37:25 )
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~Silwën Crómváthár~
: says to :Pohjola's Cold Mire:Pei:.... Azure eyes, warmed with the
laughter that spread over the room and curled about ye, turned to gaze at you... Aye, the Feawen...she was tracking the moonstone, went into the lands of men to follow it - and has come up missing...Frost is away on a journey of vengeance that he is honor- bound to finish before anything else...and so, the Queen has sent me to find her, help if she needs it...I remember the last time I ventured to close to men, and how ye helped me then... The Sidhe moved closer then, a fragile-looking hand laid against your own..... I remember, and I'd like to have you with me again... it could be dangerous, Peivas, and no denying it...but the rewards are great, they are... The hand slid gently along your cheek, as tri-colored eyes swirled gently, the icy azure streaked and spotted with gold and silver now as they looked directly into your own greens...
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(13:48:21 ) [PIC]
:Pohjola's Cold Mire:
Peivas Fale Bure
: says to - - - Daughter of the Le:.... *Who could denied the beauty a fa'ae held, the passion that rushed. The sweetest taste of the most perfect fruit. So many had been lured into do things for the fa'ae without understanding the risks. Even so to understand them it was hard avoid it. He lowerd the gaze, watched that perfect hand, that arm.. the gaze lifted climbed along the fa'ae that stood there before. As ye hand reached for the cheek, he took in his own. Held it for a moment before kissing the inside of the hand* "I remember too Silwen, men of the church, thus that have forgotten what their missionaries once daid and have lost them self to the greed and power of man." That fight in that village was something that would forever be
burned into the mind, the eyes for him. Pevias gently pulled ye hand, playful to make ye lose the balance to make ye fall into his
lap. Every moment was a bringing the memories from a moment he had missed so much since coming home. What wouldn't he give to live with ye.. but then he know very well what that did mean to be with a fa'ae. For Peivas was what other would call shaman, noita it was called in Finland.. he knowed the fa'ae well but of course not well enough* "Then of course I will follow ye into that too.. I wouldn't like that wrath of ye Queen spilled out over ye" *If the tales about that Queen was right, then iiks not the most fun creature to meet, he know.*
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(13:59:12 )
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~Silwën Crómváthár~
: says to :Pohjola's Cold Mire:Pei:.... The Sidhe smiled, a fey smile,
when ye took her hand and pulled a bit...she slipped to your lap just as light as air and wrapped slender arms around your neck, a delicate hug given as soft lips brushed over your leathery cheek... and then, she was up again, once more drifting about the room in hidden anxiety.... Thank you Peivas, I feel better now, knowing that we will once more be a team......
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(14:08:43 ) [PIC]
:Pohjola's Cold Mire:
Peivas Fale Bure
: says to - - - Daughter of the Le:.... *He would chuckled as ye stood up as fast as ye were down. Leaned back in the chair he did and sip the water. The room felt .. it was not as cold as before. Well that was how he felt now, sure it wasn't that. But cold as before.. it was just ye and how ye expressed, ow ye saw the world. That of course trickled out like water from a tipped goblet. It wasn't strange really from thus old tales that about humans fell asleep in the snow, and died. Because they been with a fa'ae that had expressed such warmth, that they felt it was like a summer night. Some even had this idea that the soul had passed on through that mist among the fa'ae.. but well who was right or wrong humans could debate to the end of life.* "I can't deny .. " *That was true, he had given his word once to ye to be at ye side to help.. and such contract ye can't easly break.. could the Queen do it? Who knows, it had never been asked or done before.*
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~Silwën Crómváthár~
: says to :Pohjola's Cold Mire:Pei:.... Silwen turned back to face ye
now, the movement sending fronds of glamour out to mist, to sparkle the air around them.....and then she came to sit beside ye, pulling a chair up close... Will ye bring the salt again, Peivas, and the drum with its magic, and all your spells? The Sidhe referred to teh spells you had chanted during the Orc wars, chanting protection against the dark things...that, in addition to her own magic, had kept them both alive..and the Fey knew that more Holy men awaited out there in the land of men, she did....and wasn't looking forward to meeting any of them...
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(14:25:30 ) [PIC]
:Pohjola's Cold Mire:
Peivas Fale Bure
: says to - - - Daughter of the Le:.... "aye I will bring such, but ye
must stay away from it.. I do not wish to see ye get hurt by it.. promise me that?" *He smiled softly, but was serious about it.. salt had been good when fighting thus fa'ae creature that had been used in this strange war. Something Peivas still had no understanding of and best was it to leave it that way.* "I will not live with out my drum either, in fact I'm repairing it now. a new thread need to be sewed in. The leather to be stretched again. A drop of my blood, and dirt from the ground. Maaemo song over the rhythms" *Maamo was the mother of the soil here. Each Noita had their own drum, their own ways to live with the world. The drum was the tool in many thing, and they created it themself and many time it was just one that they had through whole life*
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(14:34:06 ) - - - Daughter of the Leaf - - -
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~Silwën Crómváthár~
: says to :Pohjola's Cold Mire:Pei:.... The Sidhe laughed again, the
sound was contagious, and ye would find yerself laughing too... Oh aye, Peivas, oh aye, I'll stay well away from it, I will... She reached to touch the back of your chair, and when the dainty hand pulled away again, vines and ivy began to flourish from the wood, curling over you as if ye were a stake..... That's much better, Peivas, much better,...ye need a bit of green and flower here, ye do... Silwen glanced about the plain interior of the room, and pointed, here , there....and suddenly, ye had the green, everywhere, growing verdant in the dry wood of walls and bed, even of firewood...which made her laugh again...
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(14:42:37 ) [PIC]
:Pohjola's Cold Mire:
Peivas Fale Bure
: says to - - - Daughter of the Le:.... *He sat there watched the
changes, watched the leafs come to life. Was this a dream, would he wake up somewhere out in the forest? Cover in snow, taking the last breathe and die? Was this leafs for real.. fo rhte fa'ae it was of course.. He took another sip* "aye, its a bit plain here in the winter.. but with ye around it change indeed" *Of course he was trying to make ye fall on ye own words and make ye be bond to be here. But it was a try, nothing seriously.. for a fa'ae couldn't truly be bond to a place.. not like this, and thus times it happen they kind of died.* "Could ye tell me more about this Moondrop.. how it happened and such?" *He needed to know a bit more.. a bit more to start to figure and have anything to go on when we would leave. Too he was interested in what actually had happened*
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~Silwën Crómváthár~
: says to :Pohjola's Cold Mire:Pei:.... The Fey's voice dropped to a
near-whisper as she leaned forward to tell the tale .... Well, Peivas..it was a time ago now...a time ago when someone evil came to Annwfn ..and stole teh Moondrop...the scuttlebutt says that it was an evil mage, who wanted it for a plaything, so pretty it is....and didn't know the power that lay within... ... Silwen leaned closer to ye now, those great sea-ice eyes fixed on yours... It is an emblem, Paivas..the emblem of Annwfn...it's power can only be touched , used, by the royalty of our land - the High King, the High Queen, and the Ardhel....... but because he stole it, we must get it back, else he might damage it, or destroy it in a search for power.... Again, the voice swirled to your ears, a small hand reaching to touch you, oh so lightly....
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(14:55:49 )
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~Silwën Crómváthár~
: says to :Pohjola's Cold Mire:Pei:.... The soft voice continued, nearly hypnotic with the slow dance of the Tuathans... Some say it holds the first light, pulled through the mists of time when the Fey went away from human...some say it holds the powers of life or death.....or both.....we don't use it that way...but the evil mage might be able to unlock it somehow..and that we cannot allow.... The sea-blue had frozen now, like winter ice as they gazed deep into you....
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(15:12:18 ) [PIC]
:Pohjola's Cold Mire:
Peivas Fale Bure
: says to - - - Daughter of the Le:.... *When the tale was told, then the words run out like water. He listen to ye even forgotted to blink. Was this true, was this stone so powerful? There was lengends, Peivas hadn't heard them but this was.. his eyes was transfixed with yirs, he would follow every step ye took and he nodded.. there was nothing to be said really, it was of course important that this stone found it way back. By all means.. As the eyes changed he felt it and placed his hands on each cheek, whisperd back* "We will find it, we will search till we do.. let me work on the drum this night, then we all go..
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(15:21:13 )
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~Silwën Crómváthár~
: says to :Pohjola's Cold Mire:Pei:.... Silwen continued to watch you for a moment or two longer , than looked towards the drum as it sat there in the corner.... Aye, Peivas, ye do what's needed and we'll be away... She held out her hand now, fingers curled loosely, and then opened it so that the palm lay flat....on it lay a tiny gem, glowing with the light of moon and stars... A gift for ye, Peivas, to show our gratitude.... On closer examination, ye would see that the stone was pierced by a silver chain....it was meant to be worn, a pretty thing but steeped in power nonetheless, not the power of the moondrop but a wee bit of protection for you...human, ye were..bbut ye were Silwen's human, for the time at least....
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:Pohjola's Cold Mire:
Peivas Fale Bure
Pohjolan Noita
Elää Sopusoinnussa Luonnon Kanssa
--== Homesteads in Pohjola ==--
: says to - - - Daughter of the Le:.... *He blinked and would laugh a bit as ye let thus wines and roses come about* "tomorrow when the sun stands in the middle of the sky. I have to repear this drum, I have to see to the house and let my sister come and live here..when Im gone." *Ah the drum right, this was the most sared part of a Noita's life. The drum was something ye as a shaman made ye self and took care of. If it did break then ye fixed it in the traditional way and by ye self, it was not like any other tools ye sent to some one else to fix up.. no no. There was more to it than just sew the leather on the wood, it was the marks ans sign to be painted, the blood and sweet from yeself and the ritual to be done. He would stand and walk over to ye, place a hand on ye shoulder.* "I have missed ye Silwen" *Yup he was enchanted, fa'ae touched by ye, bewitched by your presence. Peivas moved closer wrapped the other arm about ye* "Then I will travel with ye through viliages of man, I will walk the paths in between the land of yours and land of mine. To search for what now that be"
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(13:18:01 )
[PIC]
~Silwën Crómváthár~
Tuátha Dé Danánn
: says to :Pohjola's Cold Mire:Pei:.... Silwen smiled again, a secret
mysterious smile as ye came close, for well she knew the signs of the fae-touched...Again, that laugh, as golden as sunshine it was.... I've missed ye too, Peivas... and the Fey wrapped willowy arms about ye, slender form close for a moment as she breathed a kiss upon yer cheek..and then away, away again, moving restlessly about the room, the only sign she gave that she was in a hurry.... Aye then, Peivas..tomorrow at midday then....and we be tracking the moonstone - and the Feawen...
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(13:26:09 ) [PIC]
:Pohjola's Cold Mire:
Peivas Fale Bure
: says to - - - Daughter of the Le:.... *Play the fa'ae creature was,
sometimes a bit too much for humans that is. As ye slipped away like water from his arms, Peivas watched ye and was about to follow, and only took a step before he stopped. It was always so hard to keep that calm aroudn fa'ae, fa'ae creature was sparkling passion and it did vibrate through the room and touch deep.* "and Faewen?" *Of course he had no clue about who that was, but had is ideas that it might be some of ye sort. Nodded as he stood there bit dumb, or perhaps fallen to that enchantment that lay around ye. Or rather what ye spread around here. He swollow and went back to the chair sat down. Took a deep sip of that water*
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(13:37:25 )
[PIC]
~Silwën Crómváthár~
: says to :Pohjola's Cold Mire:Pei:.... Azure eyes, warmed with the
laughter that spread over the room and curled about ye, turned to gaze at you... Aye, the Feawen...she was tracking the moonstone, went into the lands of men to follow it - and has come up missing...Frost is away on a journey of vengeance that he is honor- bound to finish before anything else...and so, the Queen has sent me to find her, help if she needs it...I remember the last time I ventured to close to men, and how ye helped me then... The Sidhe moved closer then, a fragile-looking hand laid against your own..... I remember, and I'd like to have you with me again... it could be dangerous, Peivas, and no denying it...but the rewards are great, they are... The hand slid gently along your cheek, as tri-colored eyes swirled gently, the icy azure streaked and spotted with gold and silver now as they looked directly into your own greens...
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(13:48:21 ) [PIC]
:Pohjola's Cold Mire:
Peivas Fale Bure
: says to - - - Daughter of the Le:.... *Who could denied the beauty a fa'ae held, the passion that rushed. The sweetest taste of the most perfect fruit. So many had been lured into do things for the fa'ae without understanding the risks. Even so to understand them it was hard avoid it. He lowerd the gaze, watched that perfect hand, that arm.. the gaze lifted climbed along the fa'ae that stood there before. As ye hand reached for the cheek, he took in his own. Held it for a moment before kissing the inside of the hand* "I remember too Silwen, men of the church, thus that have forgotten what their missionaries once daid and have lost them self to the greed and power of man." That fight in that village was something that would forever be
burned into the mind, the eyes for him. Pevias gently pulled ye hand, playful to make ye lose the balance to make ye fall into his
lap. Every moment was a bringing the memories from a moment he had missed so much since coming home. What wouldn't he give to live with ye.. but then he know very well what that did mean to be with a fa'ae. For Peivas was what other would call shaman, noita it was called in Finland.. he knowed the fa'ae well but of course not well enough* "Then of course I will follow ye into that too.. I wouldn't like that wrath of ye Queen spilled out over ye" *If the tales about that Queen was right, then iiks not the most fun creature to meet, he know.*
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(13:59:12 )
[PIC]
~Silwën Crómváthár~
: says to :Pohjola's Cold Mire:Pei:.... The Sidhe smiled, a fey smile,
when ye took her hand and pulled a bit...she slipped to your lap just as light as air and wrapped slender arms around your neck, a delicate hug given as soft lips brushed over your leathery cheek... and then, she was up again, once more drifting about the room in hidden anxiety.... Thank you Peivas, I feel better now, knowing that we will once more be a team......
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(14:08:43 ) [PIC]
:Pohjola's Cold Mire:
Peivas Fale Bure
: says to - - - Daughter of the Le:.... *He would chuckled as ye stood up as fast as ye were down. Leaned back in the chair he did and sip the water. The room felt .. it was not as cold as before. Well that was how he felt now, sure it wasn't that. But cold as before.. it was just ye and how ye expressed, ow ye saw the world. That of course trickled out like water from a tipped goblet. It wasn't strange really from thus old tales that about humans fell asleep in the snow, and died. Because they been with a fa'ae that had expressed such warmth, that they felt it was like a summer night. Some even had this idea that the soul had passed on through that mist among the fa'ae.. but well who was right or wrong humans could debate to the end of life.* "I can't deny .. " *That was true, he had given his word once to ye to be at ye side to help.. and such contract ye can't easly break.. could the Queen do it? Who knows, it had never been asked or done before.*
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(14:15:43 )
[PIC]
~Silwën Crómváthár~
: says to :Pohjola's Cold Mire:Pei:.... Silwen turned back to face ye
now, the movement sending fronds of glamour out to mist, to sparkle the air around them.....and then she came to sit beside ye, pulling a chair up close... Will ye bring the salt again, Peivas, and the drum with its magic, and all your spells? The Sidhe referred to teh spells you had chanted during the Orc wars, chanting protection against the dark things...that, in addition to her own magic, had kept them both alive..and the Fey knew that more Holy men awaited out there in the land of men, she did....and wasn't looking forward to meeting any of them...
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(14:25:30 ) [PIC]
:Pohjola's Cold Mire:
Peivas Fale Bure
: says to - - - Daughter of the Le:.... "aye I will bring such, but ye
must stay away from it.. I do not wish to see ye get hurt by it.. promise me that?" *He smiled softly, but was serious about it.. salt had been good when fighting thus fa'ae creature that had been used in this strange war. Something Peivas still had no understanding of and best was it to leave it that way.* "I will not live with out my drum either, in fact I'm repairing it now. a new thread need to be sewed in. The leather to be stretched again. A drop of my blood, and dirt from the ground. Maaemo song over the rhythms" *Maamo was the mother of the soil here. Each Noita had their own drum, their own ways to live with the world. The drum was the tool in many thing, and they created it themself and many time it was just one that they had through whole life*
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(14:34:06 ) - - - Daughter of the Leaf - - -
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~Silwën Crómváthár~
: says to :Pohjola's Cold Mire:Pei:.... The Sidhe laughed again, the
sound was contagious, and ye would find yerself laughing too... Oh aye, Peivas, oh aye, I'll stay well away from it, I will... She reached to touch the back of your chair, and when the dainty hand pulled away again, vines and ivy began to flourish from the wood, curling over you as if ye were a stake..... That's much better, Peivas, much better,...ye need a bit of green and flower here, ye do... Silwen glanced about the plain interior of the room, and pointed, here , there....and suddenly, ye had the green, everywhere, growing verdant in the dry wood of walls and bed, even of firewood...which made her laugh again...
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(14:42:37 ) [PIC]
:Pohjola's Cold Mire:
Peivas Fale Bure
: says to - - - Daughter of the Le:.... *He sat there watched the
changes, watched the leafs come to life. Was this a dream, would he wake up somewhere out in the forest? Cover in snow, taking the last breathe and die? Was this leafs for real.. fo rhte fa'ae it was of course.. He took another sip* "aye, its a bit plain here in the winter.. but with ye around it change indeed" *Of course he was trying to make ye fall on ye own words and make ye be bond to be here. But it was a try, nothing seriously.. for a fa'ae couldn't truly be bond to a place.. not like this, and thus times it happen they kind of died.* "Could ye tell me more about this Moondrop.. how it happened and such?" *He needed to know a bit more.. a bit more to start to figure and have anything to go on when we would leave. Too he was interested in what actually had happened*
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(14:51:55 )
[PIC]
~Silwën Crómváthár~
: says to :Pohjola's Cold Mire:Pei:.... The Fey's voice dropped to a
near-whisper as she leaned forward to tell the tale .... Well, Peivas..it was a time ago now...a time ago when someone evil came to Annwfn ..and stole teh Moondrop...the scuttlebutt says that it was an evil mage, who wanted it for a plaything, so pretty it is....and didn't know the power that lay within... ... Silwen leaned closer to ye now, those great sea-ice eyes fixed on yours... It is an emblem, Paivas..the emblem of Annwfn...it's power can only be touched , used, by the royalty of our land - the High King, the High Queen, and the Ardhel....... but because he stole it, we must get it back, else he might damage it, or destroy it in a search for power.... Again, the voice swirled to your ears, a small hand reaching to touch you, oh so lightly....
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(14:55:49 )
[PIC]
~Silwën Crómváthár~
: says to :Pohjola's Cold Mire:Pei:.... The soft voice continued, nearly hypnotic with the slow dance of the Tuathans... Some say it holds the first light, pulled through the mists of time when the Fey went away from human...some say it holds the powers of life or death.....or both.....we don't use it that way...but the evil mage might be able to unlock it somehow..and that we cannot allow.... The sea-blue had frozen now, like winter ice as they gazed deep into you....
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(15:12:18 ) [PIC]
:Pohjola's Cold Mire:
Peivas Fale Bure
: says to - - - Daughter of the Le:.... *When the tale was told, then the words run out like water. He listen to ye even forgotted to blink. Was this true, was this stone so powerful? There was lengends, Peivas hadn't heard them but this was.. his eyes was transfixed with yirs, he would follow every step ye took and he nodded.. there was nothing to be said really, it was of course important that this stone found it way back. By all means.. As the eyes changed he felt it and placed his hands on each cheek, whisperd back* "We will find it, we will search till we do.. let me work on the drum this night, then we all go..
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(15:21:13 )
[PIC]
~Silwën Crómváthár~
: says to :Pohjola's Cold Mire:Pei:.... Silwen continued to watch you for a moment or two longer , than looked towards the drum as it sat there in the corner.... Aye, Peivas, ye do what's needed and we'll be away... She held out her hand now, fingers curled loosely, and then opened it so that the palm lay flat....on it lay a tiny gem, glowing with the light of moon and stars... A gift for ye, Peivas, to show our gratitude.... On closer examination, ye would see that the stone was pierced by a silver chain....it was meant to be worn, a pretty thing but steeped in power nonetheless, not the power of the moondrop but a wee bit of protection for you...human, ye were..bbut ye were Silwen's human, for the time at least....
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