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[color=1a7b30]Time:[/color]Midnight
[color=1a7b30]Location:[/color] Near the Moon Elf Village
[color=1a7b30]Interaction:[/color][@Dezuel]-Elthrael
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Elsea looked at the chains as the man lifted them into her arms, but took them realizing that it was probably dangerous to let them just hang there to potentially be caught on something. She remained silent as he didn’t immediately answer her questions, taking the silence as a sign that now wasn’t the time. She watched as the trees flew by, completely in awe of how she’d gotten to this place.

Soon he was using some sort of magic, explaining it was to temporarily cover her scent and she looked up at him in confusion. [color=1a7b30]”Ach I don’t smell that bad!”[/color] She told him, feeling slightly offended at the insinuation. Than again she realized that she had been in a cell for the past two weeks, so maybe she did smell a bit. She wasn’t about to admit to that though.

The man continued to speak, confirming her suspicions on where she was. She was with the fae folk, she was in the land of her gods though she didn’t remember it being called Avalia. That was a new name for this realm. And this man was considered a god among his kind? Was he one of her gods? Perhaps he was Cernunnos, the horns fit the description of them yet he didn’t seem to fit the goat description.

[color=1a7b30]”So I escaped the pyre only to arrive somewhere where I’m also viewed as a threat? That would be my luck.”[/color] Elsea said as she let out a humourless laugh. She felt as if she were on the verge of a complete breakdown, not sure if she wanted to just cry or scream. She sure as hell knew that if anyone tried to harm her again she wasn’t going down without a fight. She’d somehow find a way to summon that fire again and burn them. How ironic that she would be gifted with fire magic. If only the people back home were here, she would burn them all.

She was lost in thought so she jumped a little when Elthrael reached his hand up to her chin. She looked up at him, a mild blush spreading across her cheeks as she did so. [color=1a7b30]”Um...thank you. But why did you decide to help me?”[/color] She asked him as she watched him take his hands in hers. Perhaps it was stupid to trust him, but at least he wasn’t attempting to try and kill her. Anything would be better than death at this point. [color=1a7b30]”Aye, the people of my world fear me. They believe me to be a witch and so they were going to burn me at the pyre. I’d love to burn them instead.”[/color] She replied, voice full of ire at her last statement. She watched as he began to heal the injuries of her hands, rather amazed at the magic. [color=1a7b30]”I’m Elsea, by the way.”[/color]