Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on May 17, 2019 5:08:35 GMT -8
His hesitation to approach her after his talk with Gandrys was not betrayed in the manner he presented himself. Straight backed, posture perfect, locks perfectly coifed to one side, and the only pair of blue she’d ever seen so bright even in the darkness. Should he have ever closed them to her she would lose one of the greatest sights the world had to offer. He managed to take her off guard without meaning to do so but perhaps it was how pent up her emotions felt. Garullais had done nothing but bring down her defenses in such a short time to show good intention and now with Vithkun showing here she felt as if the very stars were converging upon themselves to bring down what little faith she had left in doing the right thing.
He reached for her, asked of her to follow, and without even thinking about refusing she was already lifting up her hand taking his. The action was subconsciously done but the word that slipped from her mouth was done with full understanding of what it meant. When he asked she would, she had to, and thus she would tell him, “Always.”
Pacing along beside him they took a leisurely stroll. Neither in much hurry. The leaves brushed her arm on the outside, drew on her, spoke to her, there was the gentlest smile at the very insistence of their beauty being noticed. It showed no teeth and but barely stretched but it was an admittance of all the joy there was in the life force of the soil beneath their feet and what flowed around them drawn by a heavy hand and released by the lightness of it in the same gesture.
“It’s beautiful,” she commented on his childhood hideaway. Sharing with her his own retreat she felt honored by the trust he showed but it had been established long ago within the confines of the encompassing sand that attempted to drown out the light that he showed her now.
The island in the distance was easily spotted before he mentioned it but she never interrupted or spoke on it being so well within her sight. HIs excitement should not have been marred and though she had been within a boat before it was also something she chose not to speak on instead saying, “Thank you,” as he helped her down. Her footing was secured easily and she graceful did so with no issue to the slight sway of the boat taking a seat that she might face him.
Upon the water she dipped her hand down into the water the chill settling into her bones, “It’s so gentle here,” bringing up her hand she flicked it droplets falling back in, “You should still see the ocean one day, there is almost no comparison to its wild nature.”
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on May 17, 2019 12:27:55 GMT -8
She might have tried to hide it but the fact that she had been on a boat before wasn't easily hidden the way she effortlessly moved into it and when she had talked about the ocean in one of the evenings in the wild Vithkun knew it already. Still he felt the situation needed tact and elegance and thus he was not going to be lazy about it and wanted to show himself from the best possible side - and he believed she wanted to also as they had unfinished business from earlier that day.
"Yes, we call the lake it 'Tranquility' as it seems to soothe anyone sailing or swimming in it - it is really something else." he commented remembering his childhood again with a nostalgic feeling. "In some way I want to see the ocean, but in another way the ocean sounds so wild and untamed which is so far from what I'm used to here in High Haven." Vithkun said flashing a soft smile. Perhaps the analogy between a wild ocean and the drow that lounged before him was not that far off. 'Wild and untamed' was definitely a trait she carried and even the seals the drow had put on her couldn't suppress that fact. "I'm sure you'd feel right at home close to the shore." he'd say and starting to eye the small island where a small boathouse was present too so they could reach the shore dry footed.
"Perhaps High Haven even feels dull to you compared to forces of nature that drives you?" Vithkun teased as they stepped onto the jetty and proceeded onto the shore where the sand quickly gave away for the soft grass and a narrow path took them further towards the center along the shade of the trees until the rather quickly reached a small grove where rhododendron flower bushes encircled a small wooden garden house and the vines crawled neatly along its pillars. Vithkun would once again take her hand and bring her the few steps up into the round garden house that was furnished with a spacious couch that had a few large pillows and blankets along with several chairs and a few tables also.
"Myra." Vithkun said his words mostly to focus himself as he reached to hold both her hands as thumbs gently brushed the top of them and he raised his gaze melting into the vast starry sky that was her eyes. He brought out the letter he had written earlier that evening and eyes skimmed it and he closed his eyes in recognition that those eloquent words were not what was needed now and he put it on the table beside them with a sigh.
"Be with me. Not in a fleeting kiss or in the company as my trusted assistant, but as my soul mate and the only elf I believe I can love." his words flowed having never experienced such ease of speech before feeling it so natural - but his heart was racing. He loved Myra more than he could express in words - but did she truly love him back now that his heart was laid bare and he was as vulnerable as he could be?
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on May 17, 2019 18:25:12 GMT -8
"I did at one time," expounding upon the subject of her old home, of seeing the waves, it was a poor choice of continued conversation but she had allowed it and finished it in one statement glancing over the water here. Hurt lingering in her eyes it was not his fault, nor did he have to apologize for thinking it was and he quickly brought her back on board to the amusement of the night and the uncertainty of what was to come by teasing her as relentlessly as he had done so often.
Flicking some of the droplets of water upon him at that with a laugh she had thought about splashing him well and fully. For the time being she wished to remain inside the boat which he was certain to start rocking if she escalated things so she left it at that simply answering him, "It is a different climate here, certainly, but I think exciting in its own way. Certainly not how I imagined it and yet it is at the same time for when I think of you I feel this."
Hand steady as she held it out over the water it but barely was churned by the way he did the oars and he would know that despite their agruments, their fears, the way they snapped at one another he brought her such peace within. Tranquility was hard to achieve and so was the level of honesty that she need not express to him and yet she did so here. Gandrys must have rubbed off on her and the heart to heart with Garullais must have changed her own in no small part. Every interaction drove her to new heights within her own understanding of who she was and who she wanted to be. Sullen certainly was not a part of the bigger picture.
Aided off the boat they passed into a private area, one decorated for lounging. A rather odd place for such furniture but knowing the other elves she suddenly felt the urge to laugh. It did not pass her lips for her name was upon her own garnering her attention. A promise to speak when there was time had arrived, there was time now, and yet the lump in her throat told her she wasn't ready as it prevented her from speaking but gave him time to deposit the letter and express himself fully.
What dire circumstances for her to find herself wishing to say such a thing back, to repeat his own words, the word assistant got a raised brow but the rest was what her dreams whispered to her at night in sweet nothings. Only this was not a dream, nor a nightmare, it was somewhere in-between as she shook her head once, lowered her chin, and took a step back from him. For all the strength within her there was none to prevent the fear tears that gathered at the edges of her lashes and fell from them trailing across her cheeks. "You can't-" I can't, the words would not escape her for she wished to say that he could not possibly be telling the truth and yet the way he looked at her she felt sincerity.
Her jaw clenched her lower lip quivering before she let out the torrent, "You will lose everything. Your family will never speak to you, your people will not understand, even Gandrys who looks at me so kindly will be remiss to find the words to say to you. No amount of convincing will ever make this choice okay with anyone you know. Emotions and memories run too deep to be forgotten here and if I were the reason that you lost these things I would not be able to forgive myself."
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on May 20, 2019 11:36:59 GMT -8
Being met by those words was a harsh resistance he hadn't expected to be going up against and he bend his head reluctantly. However she was right and that feeling had burned in his soul for so long and was the main reason he hadn't already made his clear intentions known. Vithkun lifted his gaze to Myra again raising his thumb to brush her cheek.
"I plan on changing that." he said gazing into her eyes the tranquility of one who was determined shining through his. "No matter the resistance I will change that - with your help, because you changed me. And the fact that you changed me, one of the most stubborn elves alive, makes me believe that this 'love' thing is really, really important in changing things for the better." A wry smile crossed his face the words spoken calmly but from the depth of his heart he meant every word. But some things couldn't be expressed in words and gently tugged between his thumb and the rest of his hand he drew Myra's chin closer his words coming to a soft whisper.
"If this is not right, I don't know 'right'. I know my words won't change the fact you just stated, I'm well aware, but I hope that at least that both our hearts will stand side by side when we fight the battle..." Vithkun, if allowed, placing his lips on hers ending the stream of words between them as he drew her nearer with his other hand on her hip sliding the hand at her chin to the back of her head fingers combing through the white locks of the drow, softly but with a passion hidden behind it that waited only for the right spark to properly unfold and unmask the elves to each other.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on May 20, 2019 11:50:18 GMT -8
The resistance was half-formed, a half excuse at the insistence that things couldn’t change due to the reservations that others held far before either had begun down their paths. Plans meant nothing without true action but so far he’d shown her he was capable. It was the very reason she stood before him hesitating was because of his very capability. He brought about a significant change in her. Opposites to start they were slowly walking the tightrope towards one another and making accommodations as they went but nothing hit harder than the ability to admit the fact that they cared for one another. Deeply, truly, and if they continued to reserve their words and emotions both might burst from the utter unhappiness that followed.
He brushed her face, not forcing her to look but kindly insisting at his touch, she met his eyes her brows furrowing deeply and revealing deep lines of worry that rose around the edges of the furling, “Vithkun,” a warning, a want, everything in his one name as he spoke of the fact that he was unaware of what was right or what wasn’t right. She knew what was right in the eyes of others but she could damn them to whatever judgmental fate they carried when he leaned down towards her.
Both hands lowered to her sides at first he drew her upward and began to play a very dangerous game. Insistent in his own against the small voice in her head saying that this would end badly there was another small voice that was gaining popularity and volume screaming at her to just go. It was winning as she caved against the way he moved against her. It was in the way her hands found purchase upon him, right along the edge of his shoulder and left gently pressed against his chest gripping his shirt it her own lifeline. She did not draw back, did not refuse, only strengthened the very timid start on her end turning it into a passionate insistence.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on May 21, 2019 3:45:32 GMT -8
Vithkun could feel how the restraints were loosening inside his mind and here in the middle of a lake on an uninhabited island - at least here - there were no one to tell them that their love couldn't be. Myra never let out a word in relation to his own but he knew very well that they were accepted. So much time spend together meant that his own body read hers very well and all there was needed was the slight touch of them together. And as they stood here, closely knitted together, Vithkun felt everything he needed to know as his right hand sought her hip and left ran softly down over her chest as his breathing slowed down keeping her locked in a passionate kiss before his fingers crossed The Crimson Ascend but only lingered there for a brief moment.
Following her curves beneath the clothes both his hands came to a rest at the bottom edge of her shirt and gently brushed their way up beneath it feeling the subtle shivers of her body - and if allowed he'd grab hold of the shirt and pulling it over her head to reveal the drow's body in all its toned and muscular but feminine form also. It was a shade of elf his own kin could not produce, but one that was no less marvelous to the eye, his rested a moment on the more curvy shapes of the drow before him.
"With you... I feel complete." he said and drew her in again for a kiss and to elaborate further on his feelings gently motioning her towards the low couch his body pressing towards hers. Vithkun enjoying the warmth and embrace they provided for each other when light skin and dark skin met each other with no veil beneath the stars and in the comfort of utmost secrecy and the expanse of the night before them.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on May 21, 2019 4:05:02 GMT -8
Her breath hitched in her throat when his hand ran downward in the center of her chest, it took with it the rise and fall his pause only noted in the back of her mind because she was otherwise occupied. He tugged at her shirt and while it was something she did every day it was something that did not happen everyday by another and had only occurred once before when it had been grasped and pulled off of her roughly the fabric tearing. He was gentle with the task, lifting it slowly and while she felt uneasy she struggled her way past never saying a word upon it if only to recluse slightly inside of her mind.
He spoke so sweetly and beckoned her and she wished to join him, yearned for it, there was an ache so deep within her bones that never had been felt before. Wishing to give in without a word interjected to stop the affair she felt stiff and reluctant but not because of his own advances but because of prior ones.
He quickly recaptured her with a kiss, one that encompassed all of the strife of their refusal to admit what they carried for one another held within this darkened place. He saw it as beautiful, an oasis, and it was. Private and secluded there would be no one that might find them here and later he could certainly deny whatever events he saw fit and they would believe him. Take his word over hers. Frankly she felt torn as it came to her mind and she tried to shove it deep down into the pit where it could not resurface but one thing did, one small objection as he drew upon her hand attempting to lead her, “Vith, I’ve never... the only time that it even came up was-“
Refusing to finish the sentence the man had gotten far but not enough to break barriers after he’d left her cold and naked upon the ground. The memory was full of pain and angst. When it had occurred she had almost vomited her chest heaving up and down with such strength her hand cast towards him and beneath her nothing but dust. It cradled her for some time until she was found in that position and then carried off to await judgement.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on May 21, 2019 5:16:26 GMT -8
Vithkun stopped in his advance drawing a few inches away from her, his hands still resting on her thighs as he remembered. It was something he had buried deep into his mind but remembering what she had told him about the man who tried to be forceful with her both regret and anger surfaced. "It was..." he paused and clenched his teeth. "... a terrible thing he did." Vithkun gently brushing her cheek shaking his head. But to think that she had never, not even once, experienced intimacy? She had such a lovely form and the most beautiful eyes, so opportunities and offers must have been plentiful which meant the trauma must have been deep and surely still lingering within her.
"Do you trust me..?" his words almost a whisper stroking Myra's hair at the temple as he approached this delicate matter. Vithkun was prepared to wait if she could not, but at the same time he wished for her to go through and change this experience back into something beautiful again. Perhaps not all at once, but one step at a time. "If you don't, we will stop. But if you do, I'll lead very gently - step by step." he said and smiled. "You're strong and independant - stronger in spirit than anyone I've ever met - but I believe that there are things we can only overcome if we put our strength together - through love."
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on May 21, 2019 6:03:44 GMT -8
“You know I do,” she answered his question with a commitment that could not be fully expressed within. Despite her doubts there had been an unleashing to the words that truly needed to be said between the two. Love mattered and took precedence but having trust between them was the reason that they were here now. The Crimson ascent planted firmly in the center of her chest casting a strange light the crystalline appearance catching what little there was and reflecting it upward making her skin appear like stained glass.
Every breath made it rise and fall but it was nothing compared to her half stripped form, he was right, there had to have been offers she was formed with grit and determination but possessed a womanly curve to the way her hips rounded. Resting her forehead against his with one shaky breath slipping through as she garnered the very strength that he said she possessed.
“I want this,” she whispered in return, “I have wanted this,” she continued her eyes closed but for a moment opening to meet the solid blue that was too close to the sky but moved like the ocean, “I do not fear you will lead me astray but I fear my own heart. I fear that I will break in your own pain. You do not understand what it is you propose to change fully but I know that this… this I will not regret no matter how this ends.”
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on May 21, 2019 7:52:16 GMT -8
The answer was without hesitation as she committed her trust to him - no small thing considering how they met and what the drows meant to many elves. That she even dared was something he respected her for greatly, that she would lay her trust in his arms - and then with something as personal and intimate as this. He was honored - no - rather he was struck in his heart by the obligation she left him with, but he was determined to bear it.
Seeing the Crimson Ascend hanging there he could not but feel as if the drow and the magic of the jewel were not different to each other, as if the light that hit Myra from the jewel was also reflected back onto the jewel as if they shone on each other - only the starlight bend in different patterns of light.
Her words were definite in a way she had never expressed to Vithkun before but also in her wanting and longing rested also the dark premonition of what may come to be of this union between elves. A union that many would feel was wrong and never meant to be, but holding her trust in his heart Vithkun felt a strength that he could not himself fully control - a strength that 'was meant to be' and one that felt like it was born of destiny itself.
"Me too... I have wanted this perhaps from the day we met." he said and grinned. "Your strike may have contained power, but there was no real hurt behind it and in hindsight it merely woke me up. Every arrogant excuse I gave you since then for doing something nice - or less nice - to you was a cover up for the feelings I couldn't face." Vithkun said his breath speeding up along with his heart. "Whatever happens now requires courage from both of us - but I don't know you as a cowardly elf, Myra. My love." Vithkun feeling relief from her words and to have spoken his own as he once again met her soft lips with his own the motion between them growing ever more vibrant - an ocean and waves rising and falling indeed while Vithkun embraced his heart and sated his wanting in kiss and touch glancing down at his buttoned shirt with a slight grin but not breaking the intense passion of their motion.
If Myra had taken the hint and removed his shirt they would be skin to skin and she would have to liberty to inspect his scars up close - at a later time. With hands tenderly moving her he would lead her towards the couch and onto the back making sure her head rested on one of the pillows. Grasping her left hand and fingers folding he moved carefully above her slowly descending his body on hers until the point of gentle touch, his lips softly caressing her neck as his breathing intensified and he ever so mercifully bit her ear and whispered.
"I really do want this too... The next step is for you to take..." Vithkun's fingers unfurling from hers brushing down her torso playfully reaching her thigh - only her skirt and his pants left as excitement build inside him and his nose brushing towards hers - a simple kiss would seal the deal.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on May 21, 2019 10:19:00 GMT -8
His words seemed wasted upon her because she could not refuse him as his fingers trailed over her thigh brushing through the fabric and bringing small noises of pleasure and want that would only intensify the situation.
Melting into the emotion that flooded him it was an odd sensation to so freely want. Others might have wished to occupy some of his time, warmed her bed, but never had she been so enamored as to allow them even a glimpse of what lay beneath. She felt the desire that he felt. She’d said his name to reassure herself and instead of drawing back she deepened the sensation they felt. Not by kissing him again but by providing an intimacy remaining ever so close the tickle of her breath on his lips as she whispered, “I am yours and you are mine in this instant. Whatever comes I shall bear the tide of the storm without fear from this moment.”
He would kiss her till she was out of breath and then trail kisses elsewhere bringing her to the edge of the line. He held her there dangling everything before pushing her over it again and again. She was a woman of beauty and though she hesitated at times he would reassure her before they both took the plunge. Vaguely aware of her memories before he soothed them into nothingness then shifting gears into showing her the respect for the gift she had given him. He treated it as a precious thing being uncharacteristically kind and unselfish until she was able to reciprocate.
This time when they came together neither attempted to pull back.
She lifted her chin back upwards and encompassed him not just through the physical aspect of this but because she felt so much more. They gravitated towards one another. One orbiting the other for some time until the pull brought both came crashing down.
Her voice trembled but not with uncertainty when she would speak his name, it was with a want that he himself could not deny and she sought his lips in return like he was the last things he might ever taste and she was certain in that moment that perhaps he would be. She drunk him but not like fine wine, there was no slow intake into what he had to offer because she was drowning before she knew it, she was admonishing kisses along the line of his collarbone, over the edges of the scars of his previous life. Finding more than ever imaginable in the softness of his touch and in the intensity of how they joined. She had the experience of but a partial life, as did he, and though neither were perfect they did not require perfection in one another for that belief existed that within the eye of the beholder of one another that they were.
They eventually slaked their thirst with the gently rise and fall that was the rhythm of their bodies as they crashed together in the storm that neither knew had been coming. It rose with such fierceness in such a short period of time one might have thought it was but a light sprinkling. But it was a hurricane. It hit the coast with the ability to destroy all that had been established and it did. It destroyed her uncertainty, their inhibitions, and a loneliness neither knew existed within one another.
Each drove home a point as they had explored each other. Each nerve ending on fire as fingers traced on skin and they joined together as only a man and a woman could. Seeing as it was her first he was gentle with her, guided her, planting kisses along the line of her jaw as she gasped out in pleasure. Taking time to ascertain that all was well considering her past experience he was nothing like him. He possessed such a gentleness in his spirit that claimed all she was as they were intertwined body and soul matching completely even the stars trembling at the wreckage of true faith shown.
When they had shared with each other the intimacy of their bodies they rested in each others arms and she murmured approval of his actions in small sweet nothings as she kissed the hollow in the center of his neck and along the outside slowly and purposefully.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on May 22, 2019 9:58:45 GMT -8
"I... I think that was just marvelous..." Vithkun said and panted kissing her as his forehead dropped gently to touch her shoulder with a grin of satisfaction before rolling over on her left. He had felt the trembling intimacy turn to forceful lust and passion in the drow and yet he wanted to be sure everything was as it should be. "I hope I was a decent first time..." he said and smiled his hand stroking her cheek gently and eyes looking for hers. Indeed he hoped it had been a lot more than decent, but considering her history he wanted to hear it from her lips that what he had felt in her body was true.
It seemed as though her gentle kisses and words of praise meant it had been 'above decent' and with a wry chuckle he hugged her and pulled her in as he dragged the blanket over them. The air was not cold but the blanket still comforting as the night sky and gently winking stars would slowly lull them both to sleep with promises of safety and embrace as they lay there, exposed and vulnerable, but Vithkun feeling such strength also.
As the sun rose early in the morning Vithkun awoke to discover that only a small corner of the blanket had been left for him while the drow beside him seemed nicely cocooned in the rest. It was time to get back to the mansion if they were not to arise too much suspicion and be able to attend the breakfast too. "Myra..." kissing her neck he gently touched her shoulder. "It's time we get back to Gandrys' mansion and get ready for breakfast." Vithkun suggested as purpur red still colored the sky to the east. Throwing one leg over her he bend over kissing her briefly while continuing to his feet and getting dressed again.
"It might be early, but the view from the lake is spectacular at this hour..." he commented while buttoning his shirt with a smile.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on May 22, 2019 10:10:54 GMT -8
Stealing the blanket had rather been a matter of principle than anything else keeping in line with their original agreement with her coddled in the corner of his tent while he took the bed. It was a far change to end on a different note with both of them settled upon the couch each trapped in the cocoon of contentment that would be broken by the sunrise. He woke first, the light cast upon him dragging on his eyelids while she clamped hers shut tighter. Squinting when he touched her barely but a slit there as she refocused and brought her eyes over to where he stood. Rubbing the sleep out of them her hand pulling out of the covers she would murmur, "Tell the sun to go back down."
Joking, of course, she would stretch up a moment later her hands outward revealing a rather spectacular view that the sunrise was not going to manage to do better than even as it fell upon her skin.
Grabbing her belongings she had stripped before in front of him but she still had some left to her rather quickly drawing up her skirt. Her long hair allowed to flow freely she brushed it out with her fingers. As they went to return to the boat she grabbed his hand making him pause. They would not be able to express this soon, at least openly, and she wished to ascertain that he was aware that it was dangerous as he had rose-colored glasses upon the bridge of his nose at times.
Bringing him in she did not attempt to smother him in the kiss that she administered but it was the sort of need that existed last night if only for a moment before she whispered due to their proximity, "It is best if we keep this to ourselves for now."
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on May 22, 2019 12:00:21 GMT -8
Strutting towards the boat Vithkun was feeling fresh and awake with a wide smile on his face feeling content with both the beauty of the sky but also how life seemed to smile at him and feeling a lot more at ease with Myra. "Yes..?" the elf stopped surprised replying with a smile first as she looked at him with a serious gaze catching the elf a bit off guard with the kiss and the sudden proposal of silencing the feelings that had now surfaced. Breathing in and out he spoke.
"That... would be wisest. My love won't change because we bide our time and wait until the moment is right. My family will need this in small doses I'm sure." Vithkun said understand that her words were those of love and care. Kissing Myra on the forehead grasping her hand Vithkun lead her to the boat - or where the boat was supposed to be. "W-what..?" Vithkun exclaimed seeing nothing but the expanse of lake and not a boat anywhere near. Vithkun looked around back and forth making big eyes to Myra as he shrugged.
"I can't believe it, I tied it up right here! I'm sure of it!" he said and pointed to the pillar where the robe was supposed to be tied but was not. However small ripples in the surfaces of the water emerged around the boat bridge - Vithkun scratching his head and looking around but not noticing the tip of the fins that occasionally showed themselves. As Vith turned to the other side a silver skinned dolphin popped its head up looking directly at Myra before submerging itself again. It was a playful game of hide and seek from the elf and showing themselves only to the dark skinned one.
"I've been such a dunce. I must have tied it with a weak knob and then the tide have carried it away..." he excused to Myra his head hanging in shame and hands supporting themselves on the hips as he had no idea how to bring them back again. Surely swimming was an unacceptable solution and silently he looked for options that would save him just an ounce of honor.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on May 22, 2019 17:43:25 GMT -8
The agreement to follow her idea was not damning with their prior experiences but to hear it from his mouth was painful no matter the necessity of it. Taking what was offered she was not to proud to accept it leaving herself at his mercy because of the weakness of what beat inside her chest. The slow burn and build up to sweet release that pushed both over the edge of what could be accomplished through physical touch made her crave more. Even just the simple habit of keeping their fingers intertwined completed the arc of electricity each serving as a grounding wire for the other.
Coming to the dock he searched for the rope and the boat while she caught movement beneath the water. Brows furrowing it had been pristine the night before the breeze not even puncturing the placid surface. Then it appeared. The dolphin peaking up from the depths as it slid from it smooth skin never marring the surroundings nor producing a sound in its ease of movement.
Despite Vith worrying about the decency of having to swim back, something she was neither against or worried about, she noticed that the dolphin was rather carefully choosing when to show himself.
Covering her mouth to hide not only her smile but the start of her laughter her shoulders were shaking. There was one wheezing breath she could not hide that escaped as she began to bed at the waist one hand settling itself on her upper thigh to keep herself from falling over.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on May 23, 2019 13:18:01 GMT -8
Vithkun turned his head towards Myra and frowned. "What..? If you're laughing because I'm a little stupid I'd say it's justified though still a little rude..!" he said crossing his arms. Raising his brows Vithkun rolled his eyes not seeing the dolphin that once again appeared behind him.
"I mean... sure you can laugh now, but Gandrys will surely become both worried and suspicious if we don't make it back in ti.." Vithkun said as suddenly a tail swept up from behind claiming his legs and sending Vithkun straight into the lake with little effort. But should Myra take to laughing too much she would be stopped quickly as another dolphin popped up on the bridge poking its nose into her back sending her plummeting forwards and the same way as Vithkun.
"What the..!" Vihtkun exclaimed and looked around finding Myra in the water too and two or three dolphins circling them both. "Was that what you were laughing of..?" Vithkun asked and grinned knowing exactly why his boat was there anymore. "These pranksters are the worst..! I remember them always trying to rock the boat and get me to jump into the lake when I was a boy - they probably recognize me!" the elf smiling from the memories the dolphins always being such a beautiful sight and some of the most gentle creatures.
Brushing Myra's thighs and ankles with its body as Myra surfaced again one of the dolphin then leaned towards her and she would feel the connection instantly as thoughts were transmitted to her with ease and those she chose to share would be sent back.
"The pure one is right, we mean no harm." the calm and tranquil voice oddly contrasting its playfulness. "We've been here in High Haven before both drow and elf came - and we're so thrilled to see that there are still drows around!" the dolphin communicated telepathically. "We couldn't help but being a bit curious so we took the boat back - but if you hold on to our fins we'll give you a ride back!" it said splashing its tail on the surface.
"You... got all silent Myra. Is everything alright?" Vithkun asked, he himself not aware of their telepathic intelligence as he brushed his wet white locks back.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on May 23, 2019 19:05:27 GMT -8
Outright unable to hold back when he began to admonish her for laughing at him for his mistakes she was shaking to hard to even begin to explain herself all breath lost to the bright unmerciful mirth. He was probably going to assume that every bit of sanity had left her as he told her she might find it amusing now but Gandrys certainly would not find it in the same category as she did. Frankly it wasn’t helping that the dolphin was bobbing his head back and forth behind him taking her to a point where she could not even physically make noise anymore.
Then it happened, Vith was rolled off of the decking like a pill bug and landed spectacularly into the water. Clutching her chest at this point there was not enough to time to enjoy the new development before she herself was tossed in after him. Surfacing her skirt attempting to rise around her hips she pushed it down and used her feet to keep her afloat with but little effort the calm waters conducive to an easy swim.
Able to get herself under control once he realized why she’d been laughing she would explain, “They seemed very playful, they kept popping up on the opposite side of you and I just couldn’t help it.”
Appreciating the prank it had opened a side of Vith to sharing more about his childhood, something she liked hearing about and was sure to hear more of the closer that they got to the palace. He was straightening his own hair and she took to peeling a few of the loose strands away from her face where they’d plastered rather unnattractively to her cheek. Then it hit her, as the slick skin brushed against her own and he came upward speaking as he splashed about with the same playfulness. Not surprised at the intelligence of the creature but at its abilities she would kindly reply in the same manner, “There are plenty around,” there would be a hint of a smile in her voice at its curiosity that was not relayed in her face her expression focused, “Just not in these parts anymore. Thank you for taking the boat back. You have made me laugh as I have not in some time.”
Vith inquired a moment later about her silence which broke the spell and she then did smile to him, “It is, they’re willing to help us back to the shore if we take their fin.”
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on May 24, 2019 13:57:05 GMT -8
"So there are drows still around? That's peculiar! You people disappeared from one day to the other after the Great Quake - we thought the ground had swallowed you up!" another dolphin chimed in, it's voice characteristically more up beat than the one that had first spoke to Myra.
Treading in the water and slowly waving his arms he kept himself floating while the dolphins circled him and one finally surfaced next to him. "Holding on to their fins? How do you know..? Are you sure?" Vithkun asked skeptically but then reluctantly grabbed hold of the nearby dolphin only to be met by the same sensation that Myra had experienced.
"The pure one finally joins our conversation..!" the third one said in a deeper pitched voice.
"Were you having... a conversation behind my back?" Vithkun's thought manifested clearly with everyone present as the dolphin's thoughts he had grabbed onto also did. If Myra did also grab the fin of the dolphin nearby the two elves would be quite suddenly in for a ride that no horse could provide as the dolphins pushed themselves forwards with powerful strokes of their tails and Vithkun struggling to hold on as the dolphin shifted between swimming beneath the water and to suddenly launch itself into a jump above the surface and come crashing down into the lake - Vithkun only barely aware that Myra was getting the same trip.
"Pure one, you carry some deep scars." the calm and tranquil voice suddenly said unaffected by the apparent play of the dolphins. "Who... who's asking now?" Vith transmitted his thoughts confused about the many voices. "The pure one shouldn't concern his mind of us who are both many and one memory, but the wounds that are not healing should be of greater concern. Our healing powers are great, but for a great many years ago we failed to cure one with the same wounds as you. We believe he was brought to us at the same time as the great quake and his torn soul left for the After Plane while in our company." the dolphin said it's voice still tranquil but with an echo of apparent concern and sorrow.
Vithkun was silent, stripped from words hearing their story. Why did this strike him as being a bit too close to his heart? A fellow elf suffering the same ill, was that it? No, something more was going on but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
"He used to come down here with a drow as sweet as the fairest honey and they would swim and laugh and spend their time together on the little island you just came from. It was quite nostalgic for us to relive those moments again." the dolphin said and its words clearly directed at both elves.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on May 24, 2019 20:01:26 GMT -8
“Plenty,” she gave them an answer before they began to speak on a great quake. Wanting to question it as well there was a sudden change to the conversation as Vith joined in giving her but a momentary pause to answer with a sheepish smile before they were sent sliding across the water with the arcing leaps the dolphins took interrupting any physical speech.
Then they continued to baffle both of them speaking of scars and lifetimes well beyond even some of the greatest of their kind. Speaking of not being concerned she very much carried the same reservations that Vith might because when they spoke it was with a knowledge that they did not possess and would perhaps be helpful in the end.
“And who are you?” She asked wondering if it might answer other questions. As they came upon the shore they had but a limited time to ask them before they might rush off again their prank over with and the kindness of their memory paid by them escorting them back to the shore.
“You speak of a quake and of others that visited here and a soul once stripped from another and this After Plane, do you remember their names?”
More questions were surely upon her mind but singling it down to what was important would be the best chance of getting a straight answer, beside Vith was unusually silent and she would take the opportunity to make certain he got answers as well. There was much they still needed to learn and while he had shared the meaning of his scars she felt that the lines ran much deeper than the past. The night before when she had touched them, lingered over them, it had been in adoration of his own suffering but there was more connection than she might ever know in the depths of magic that ran within him, and her, and of the past that connected them so truly it existed within her name as well. One chosen to honor the very ache of the sorrow that settled between their very races.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on May 25, 2019 11:34:43 GMT -8
"Me? Or us? Or me?" the one with the three different dolphins asked in quick succession. "Between us we have many names - I am known mostly as 'Dalit The Seer of The Water'." the tranquil voiced dolphin spoke. "But look only slightly past our names and we are 'Lusca The Togetherborn' child of What Flows. And what flows always..?" he quizzed as Vithkun quickly interjected.
"Memory always flows..." he said as if remembering something very profound. "You are the Memory Matrix..!" he exclaimed having heard legends of that exact thing.
"That I am. I record the memories of our land which you call High Haven though not all are easily accessible. Some are very deeply rooted in the infinium of the mind - but what has once been placed can be found. Even if it was misplaced." the dolphin said his voice ringing slightly mysteriously in Vihtkun's mind - what did that mean exactly? How did you find something like memories?
It was as if a sigh went through the dolphins as Myra asked about the quake. "The details about the quake sank into the infinium like nothing we've ever seen before. Painful experiences do tend to get suppressed until one is ready to look at them and these seemed to be more painful than any before them." the dolphin answered. "Their names however were recorded even before that. The pure one was Valhendyr and the drow was Myralthrine, the first of the ashborn kin." the dolphin said as a trembling silence came to Vithkun.
"Are... are you sure..!" he pressed the subject but the dolphins did not waver.
"That we are - but more answers require deeper diving, and deeper diving we understand is not what you have time for now. Seek us out when you're ready." the dolphins said as the floated up to the boat bridge for the elves to dismount and climb up. Pulling himself up Vithkun was still staggered by this revelation knowing that it was too odd to be a coincidence. "Am I... am I the same soul as Valhendyr..?!? And is she...?!?" Vithkun asked but the dolphins already on their way back out and with the contact broken so was the line of communication it seemed. The elf stood shell shocked looking over the lake having quite forgotten their appointment with Gandrys.
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