I still don't own Neverwinter nights 2, or any of the characters other than Seirye, Arvian, and Seirye's father. Whom I don't have a name for yet. I wouldn't mind owning Bishop, Sand, or Casavir for a while however..
The next morning, Seirye awoke early just before dawn. She needed somewhere to think, and relax her nerves. If she lost control of them now, someone would notice. She would be unable to hide everything behind her facade. She snuck out of the Sunken Flagon, only the sound of the front door closing softly announcing her leaving. Luckily, Neverwinter was pretty empty still. The cobbled stones beneath her feet echoed her soft footsteps, making them sound far louder to her ears. She passed by a group of the watch nonchalantly. She was simply leaving the city limits for more natural habitat. Once outside of the city, she followed the path for awhile, before going off into the wilderness. She saw the signs of course; she was heading towards where she had left Arvian, her companion. Her ranger insignia was inscribed on a small stone near a tree trunk. It was a small image of a fox, painted with the dye from red berries. The grove could not be far from here. She continued forward until she reached it. Arvian lay in the grass, his intelligent eyes watching her intently as his tail wagged gently. He was a handsome creature with thick gray fur, and warm brown eyes. He leaped over towards her excitedly.
"Cormamin lindua ele lle." Seirye said softly as she leaned down to scratch Arvian behind his ears. "My heart sings to see thee, mellonamin. A truer phrase has not been spoken." She touched her mind gently to Arvian's; showing him all the events that had occurred since they parted. He sent her a concerned thought. "I'm fine, mellonamin, I'm fine." She sighed, brushing her fingers gently through his coarse fur. She chewed on her lower lip hesitantly. "Cormick is in Neverwinter." Her voice was soft, and it sounded incredibly far away even to her. Arvian growled slightly, and bristled at the mention of the man. She patted Arvian's head gently. "It is all right, dear heart. He cannot harm me any more. Not again." Arvian did not seem as sure of this as she did. He sent her a quick message about going hunting, before slinking off into the undergrowth of the forest. She sighed, and sat down at the base of a tree. Seirye leaned back against the old trunk, and closed her eyes. Her senses being filled with those of the natural world around her as she meditated.
Seirye snapped back into awareness when she heard the crisp sound of the grass beneath boots. Someone was in the grove. The person was larger than she; most likely a human. Her thoughts rolled around angrily. How dare an impertinent human intrude on her temporary sanctuary?
"If it isn't Duncan's little niece." The voice was deep; masculine, and it positively dripped with venom. She could hear the scuff of his boots as he moved closer. "They should have told her how dangerous it is to be alone in the wilderness." He mused to himself. His voice sounded positively smug now. The rustle of leather alerting her of the danger she was in. "Though if she didn't know it-"
"She is very well aware." Seirye said irritably, her eyes snapping open. Angry violet eyes met the man's predatory amber. Her slender hands instinctively sought out the hilts of her scimitars. "I was not sleeping."
"Looked that way from here, Ladyship." He sneered, amber eyes narrowing. In one swift, fluid motion she was standing before him. Her scimitars unsheathed and pressed painfully close to slicing through his leathers. She looked him over warily, watching for any sign of movement from him. It was the man who had been sitting alone by the hearth. Although she had been unable to get such a good look at him before. He was rather handsome for a human. He was easily much larger than her, and she was sure that if she had not moved so swiftly, their positions would be reversed. He had roguishly messy brown hair, strong features and those piercing amber eyes. A slight stubble covered his jaw, making him look even more masculine than he already did. He smelled like ale, and rather earthy as well. She narrowed her eyes as she realized that he smelled rather like the Mere after it rained. She looked back up into his eyes coldly, trying to anticipate any actions. He was a ranger as well, of that she was sure. But why had he disregarded her insignia? Why had he disturbed her meditation? A rustling sound from the undergrowth interrupted her thoughts. They both looked over towards the source of the sound, only to see two wolves walk out slowly. Both of them looking at the rangers curiously. Seirye recognized the one wolf as Arvian, however the other one was unknown to her. The two wolves padded over to them, nudging the rangers' legs with their noses. Seirye glanced at the man a moment, before sheathing her blades and moving away. She glanced down at Arvian wearily.
"That was a very short hunt, mellonamin."Arvian touched her mind, sending images of his new wolf friend to her brightly. She was sure he would be grinning right then if he could. She then turned her attention to the man and the other wolf. The man and the other wolf seemed positively obvlious to Arvian and her. The man scratched behind the other wolf's ears gently. Perhaps.. Perhaps she was wrong about humans. Perhaps some were capable of being decent at least to nature's children. She was sure his wolf had told him of his new found wolf friend as well.
"It seems we have a predicament here-" She started, her soft lilting voice breaking the tense silence.
"Yeah." She was suddenly aware of how pleasant his voice was to her ears. She pushed the thought away irritatedly.
"So I suppose we should form a truce not to kill eachother. I doubt either of our companions would like that to happen." He gave her an odd look, and she shrugged before introducing herself. "I'm Seirye. I don't believe I caught your na-"
"Bishop." He said curtly, leering slightly at her. She shifted uncomfortably; she had never enjoyed being looked at in such a way. But it had never made her so.. Embarrassed before. She looked him over warily, wondering if he would end up the same as Cormick had. "Has it been that long since you've seen a real man?" He drawled smugly, a confident smirk upon his lips. She rose a slender brow at his remark, and gave him a challanging look.
"Am I to imagine that I'm seeing one now?" She smirked tauntingly at him, her tone bitingly acidic. She turned abruptly, and sauntered away. Her slender hips swaying teasingly with each step. She knew it was wrong of her to bait people, but for some reason she could not help it. She could feel his intense gaze burning her as she walked away. Back to Neverwinter, back to her worried companions, back to her problems.
Elven Dictionary 101:
Cormamin lindua ele lle: My heart sings to see thee. It is one of the more common Elven greetings.
Mellonamin: My friend.
As reference for those who do not know much about Elves, they do not sleep. They can sleep, but instead they "Reverie", which is a deep meditative state. Through these reveries, the Elves relive their past experiences. They cannot dream unless they are sleeping. Seirye was not in reverie, rather she was simply meditating. As a ranger, she feels a stronger connection to nature than most people. If you add this in with the natural Elven connection to nature, then one could say that she has a more acute awareness of the natural world around her than most people.
