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[color=efd7ad]Time:[/color] 9:00 am
[color=efd7ad]Location:[/color] Port Vanarosa
[color=efd7ad]Mentions:[/color] [@Infinite Cosmos] | Orenn (shortly)
[color=efd7ad]Equipment:[/color] [hider]
clothing
longsword
two daggers
her bow + arrows
backpack including:
one change of clothing
some rations (incl. water)
a pouch with 550 amas
a blanket
a washing cloth
a location sender
hair ties
a small one-hand shovel[/hider]
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The sun threw glistening sparks upon the softly moving water. Reflections of light danced upon its surface, unbothered and uncaring about the events of last night. Unlike the body floating aimlessly on top of it, letting the soft tender waves carry her body sideways. Her eyes help open, up into the sky towards blinding sunlight. Her white hair sprawled out around her in the water, she lied flat upon the water surface. As the water was still and cool, Éliane's chest felt like a raging storm of emotions beginning to drown her. She closed her eyes as the wave inside her hit her with those heavy emotions again and her mind replayed the bloodshed of yesterday before her inner eyes. She let out a long breath. [color=efd7ad][i]Steady...[/i][/color] One more. [color=efd7ad][i]Steady now.[/i][/color] The waves inside her stilled down. Yet, as she opened her eyes once more, salt leaked over her face, falling from eyes that had tried to leave the crying in the night.

Éliane breathed out once more, closed her eyes. She felt the warm sun on her skin. And she let herself sink underneath the surface. As the water swallowed her whole, she enjoyed the drag downwards... down, down... Her eyes kept closed, the coldness of the sea was a welcome embrace; its sensation killing some of the stormy emotions, the heaviness in her chest. [color=efd7ad][i]All this pain.[/i][/color] Submerged, she spread out her arms into the cold, let her feet dangle deeper where the water got even cooler. The fear of what is coming, what was announced ate up her senses and found its way inside her chest, her veins. Feasting on all the pain her brain was trying to prepare for. As if you could prepare for a war to come. Even worse so, one at this scale.

They were summoning the humans at the castle. What if they would come for the Sun Elf Kingdom first? Because they dared to bring forth humans, to reintroduce them into the world. Would it matter to her less if it was not the Sun Elf Kingdom who had this ability and decided to use it? Would she feel less frightened if the fairies could wield this power? Or the dwarves? [color=efd7ad][i]Of course not. Orenn...[/i][/color] Where would he be now? Did he make his way to the Sun Elf Kingdom already? Would he be safer there, with the humans, their saviors, their grand hope... Or would he be more endangered? 

Air became tight. As she pushed her legs and resurfaced, she gasped for air. Much needed air. Her hands stroked back the hair, leaving the white mane flat on her head, the length of it dancing within the water. A breeze brought a cold shiver to her skin before the warmth of the sun kissed it away. Èliane had swum and swum and swum some more after she had woken up this morning. Then, exhausted, she had rested upon the water on her back for thirty minutes. And not a single person in this damned port had asked about her wellbeing. Although a few drunkards - [color=efd7ad][i]It's just SO early.[/i][/color] - had managed to shout some amazingly uncreative words about her underthings towards her. This was saying, it was time to get out.

Throwing all thoughts away, she began swimming back to the dock she had sprung into the water from. As she pulled herself up with ease she dripped water everywhere. Éliane took her hands to her hair and wrung them out as best as possible. She didn't even try to squeeze water from the cloths around her chest and hips. On bare feet she walked down the street, slipping around a corner and into an alleyway. She balanced herself on her tip-toes, feeling in her body a repulsion to the dirt on the street. Naked feet have never been an issue for Éliane, she loved the earth underneath her soles, how it would swallow her steps, how she could walk without breaking a stick. But here it was different. Those were stone paths and it was Port Vanarosa. Enough of the bad-kind-of-dirt splattered onto the streets daily, she didn't try to imagine.

As she rounded the next corner, she found herself at a dead end. A look above her shoulder to make sure she was alone and with two skilled hand placements and one foot on the wall, she propelled herself up and above the low but thick stone wall. Her feet landed on grass on the other side. As she reached her hiding spot, she quickly resurfaced a backpack from its hidden spot from beneath the earth, marked by a tree that only elves would know how to distinguish from others. And maybe some fairies. In no time her backpack, bow, and quiver hung loosely above her shoulder and her sword hang from her lazy grip.

Without bothering to throw clothes over her still dripping wet undergarment, she began to walk along the grassy side of the stone wall which rose higher as she walked further. Images of blades, blood, and bodies dropping lifeless to the cold ground haunted her mind. The General, an elf she had not personally known, but still felt like one of hers, finding his end in such a devastatingly cowardly way. So far away from home. From the warmth of the sun and the business of their Kingdom. She had looked away just a moment too late and the images of those people had not since left her inner eye. The two faces of the Two-Headed Dragon seemed burned into her memory for eternity. Éliane could not fathom such actions, such coldheartedness. The dark elves had felt superior to the rest of them for far too long. Reparations should have been made long ago for the treatment of their kind before it could come to this. [color=efd7ad][i]But war has begun. And it might just be time for you to reconsider your ideal.[/i][/color]

Éliane rounded the next corner, her feet noticed the change of ground before the rest of her did. Something grabbed at her arm, at her waist, she got jerked backward! Éliane gasped, her eyes went wide, her mouth got slapped by a foreign hand, keeping her from producing any word or sound. The sword from her hand was gone, her fingers grabbed uselessly at her waist but her daggers were still in her backpack. Which, she realized only now, had found its way to her feet, next to her quiver. Now her eyes widened in a different kind of surprise. She had never - not once in her life - been overtaken like that. [color=efd7ad][i]I am not equipped for a war.[/i][/color]

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