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So yeah. I hope you liked the first chapter. It took me forever. I had to pick out what level Lennia would be, 20, and the best armour to get for her. I'm still not sure if that's what I want but oh well. I'm trying to keep this story as close to the game as possible because I'm a freak. I'm way too obsessive over ff11. Best. Game. Ever. Ska the Ninja. -

Chapter Two

I opened my eyes to a stone ceiling. My body ached all over and I moaned. "Am I dead?" I whispered in a gravely voice. Some one whispered no and I nodded slightly. "Where am I?"

"You're in Mhaura. Or to be more specific, a guest room above the Sailor's Stay. How are you feeling?"

"I feel like I'm dieing. How bad am I?"

"When I found you, you were practically dead. Numerous gashes on your left arm, leg, and abdomen. All of which packed with muddied sand. You lost a lot of blood on the way here. I didn't think you would make it. You have been out for a few days now."

I nodded again. "What's your name?"

"Tiergan."

"Tiergan. That's a nice name. I'm Lenn." I felt him replace the cloth on my forehead with a cold fresh one. I turned my head to look at him. He looked young, around my age I guessed, but weathered from battling foes. His pale blue eyes went well with the blonde of his spiky layered hair. He gave me a small smile and the tips of his long ears turned light pink. "Thank you, Tiergan, for saving me." His smile widened a bit and I slipped into unconsciousness again. -

It stayed like this way for many more days. I would be awake long enough to eat and use the rest room, but other than that, I did not move from my bed and only slept. Sometimes Tiergan would find me on the floor in the hall on the way to or from the bathroom. I would smile weakly and try to explain even though he already knew I was still too weak. He would only laugh and carry to my destination. He was amazed that I could even stand so soon. -

"You're awake, that's good" Tiergan said, peaking his head in from the door. He walked up to my bed, a covered basket in hand. I smiled up to him. He sat down and showed me the basket. "I've mentioned you in several conversations with my old friend Rycharde, who apparently knows you. The old man fancies your being here and has sent you a gift."

I smiled. I had met Rycharde several times when I was small and was surprised that he remembered me. "Well" I said, taking the basket with my good arm "Please give him my thanks next time you come across him." I opened the basket and pulled out two rolls, handing one to Tiergan. "I walked around today. Not much more than I usually can but still."

"That's good. That's Excellent! You should be proud, Lenn."

I'm not proud. I'm just happy." He grinned and shook his head. "What" I asked ripping open my roll.

"Nothing."

"Honestly, Tiergan, I've been in your company for how long and you still hide from me?"

He smirked. "You're behavior is very foreign to me. We were both born proud Elvaans but there are so many differences between us. I was raised on pride and emotional boundaries but you don't go by San D'Orian standards at all. I don't believe I even know how you were raised. You laugh, you cry, you care not about pride. You have so much feeling. It boggles the mind."

I was unsure how to answer such a statement. No one had ever commented on my openness. All Mithra are open. And every one has feeling. I've changed my mind about that last thought in current times. My sister does not feel. She is completely numb.

"You have just as much feeling as I do. You just choose not to show it. Not to mention we were raised by different races. We Mithra are perfectly okay with displaying emotion. We don't think of it as damaging our pride. It doesn't demean a person."

Tiergan chuckled. "We Mithra? Lenn, you're elvaan. It's in your blood to be proud."

"I may be elvaan on the outside, but inside I'm just as mithran as the next." He only shook his head and continued to eat his roll. "Tiergan, could you do me a favor? Could you send a message to my mother, Panaa Fom, and tell her I'm alright and in good hands?"

"Of course I will." He put a hand on my cheek and stroked it lightly with his thumb. I smiled and sat up a little straighter. "You're looking much better. I am glad to see it." He paused. "Was that enough of a display of emotion?" I let out a small breath and nodded.

I didn't understand the first few times he did this but I do now. His hand on my cheek gave me a new feeling inside myself. His blue eyes seemed to smile as he looked at me. "You really ought to be resting. I will see you in the morning."

He left me and I put a hand to my cheek. I had seen couples do the same thing on the occasion and I sighed. Tiergan had taken a big step in showing signs of emotion. It was a good day. One of the last I would have in a few weeks. -

I sighed happily and watched water gently lap against my chest. It had been a while since I had taken a real bath. I scrubbed down and dunked under the hot water. As I came back up, I watched Tiergan's eyes grow wide and his ears turn bright red. I gasped and he turned quickly.

"Paradise's gates! I'm sorry Lenn! I knocked! I swear!" he yelped. He brought his hands to his face and I busted with laughter. He turned to see what was so funny and remembered my state and yelped. I could only laugh harder. "Would you stop laughing! This is very humiliating."

"Don't...don't be humiliated" I said, trying to gain my breath. "It isn't completely your fault. And you should have seen your face. You looked so shocked! You're ears are still red."

He huffed at me. "Well, if you're almost finished bathing, I should find you some clean clothes and leave you in peace." I thanked him, still laughing, and he left. I sighed again and took in the last bit of warmth before carefully stepping out of the tub.

The small cut on my foot had practically healed in the first week I was mostly unconscious. There was still some soreness around the scar and my stomach still hurt if I flexed the muscles there. Sadly, my arm and leg were apparently very deep cuts and were slow to heal. Potions really hadn't done anything for them and they still opened if I was not careful. That's the problem with Mhaura, there are no healing mages here. Maybe no mages at all.

A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. I grabbed a near by towel and opened the plain door. Tiergan's ears and cheeks returned to the bright pink as he took in my dripping appearance. "I...uh" he mumbled, looking down at his out stretched hands "I found these. If they don't fit, um, I could try and um, find something else."

I smiled and took the bundle from him. "Thank you. If you don't mind my asking, why is it that a man who lives alone has women's clothing?"

"I um..." He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck like he always does when he's uncomfortable. "Ooh..."I whispered. "Have a girlie do you" He shook his head. "Had then." He nodded. "But you still have her things?"

"She ran off with some thick-headed warrior without telling me and never came back for her wares. I still haven't gotten past it. It was months ago."

"I'm sorry Tiergan." I patted his shoulder with a damp hand and he smiled sadly. He took a step back and closed the door, returning my privacy. He had mentioned lovers before but never talked about one so openly. I looked at the tunic and smirked. I really am short. -

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