The sea creature stood up. She was a small, bony clad in garments as green
as the waters of the tropics. There were bits of dried algae and bright
bits of sewn to her long suit. It was a simple one-piece garment that
covered everything below the neck. It was constructed of a strange, light
fabric that clung to her form.
Even without her attire she was odd. Her skin was pale with a slight bluish tint to it. It felt rubbery like dolphin skin. Her ears were almost pointed like an elf's and rested flat against her head. Her facial features were fairly normal except her eyes. They were glassy like marbles with an almost opaque sheath covering them.
Her hands were small and thin, the fingers fused together with a thin sheath. Her feet were deformed in such a way-elongated and curved-that she stood shakily on tiptoe, hunched over to give her more balance.
She walked slowly and very unsteadily around the beach as though walking was some ancient art she had to relearn. She hobbled forward trying to maintain some sort of footing. When she fell, Garrett silently walked, picked her up, and placed her on his back wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neckline.
The trip through Kells was a curious one; she'd never seen that shade of green before. Apparently Land was mostly forest. She scolded herself for having mistaken the light people for giants. She knew better now: it was the forest. She wondered if this was the forest where Erlkönig lived.
As they traveled, young creatures, child she guessed they were called, walked up to take a closer look at her. She didn't like them peering at her and poking her but she tolerated it because she was curious about them herself.
Finally they came to a great structure of stone. It was in the middle of a vast clearing and stood even higher than the trees. The light people entered through the building without any trouble. Inside the structure, soldiers sat around, some playing cards, some practicing fighting skills. They looked up and greeted the knights, then went back to whatever they were doing.
They entered into a grand room. It was an airy room with large windows, the curtains drawn to let in the maximum amount of light. There was a long wooden table piled with maps. At the end of the room, was a great chair decorated splendidly. The knights sat down, spreading Danae's body across one of the chairs.
King Conchobar and Cathbad the druid studied the child. She crouched in her chair, as though trying to disappear. Cathbad reached for her, causing the child to shrink even more.
"Can you please explain what happened, Deirdre? Asked the King.
"We received a call for help from the village of Aigneis and went to see what was going on. We found a platoon on Nemain's best men poking around and chased them away. Then we found her," Deirdre said, gesturing towards Danae, "and we assumed she was what Nemain was after."
"I see," the king responded. He turned his attentions towards the girl. She did not look at all the curious faces staring at her but buried her head deeper into her lap.
"I'm afraid she doesn't understand English, sire," Rohan said.
The king turned to Cathbad. "Cathbad, could you take her to your chamber and see what you can find out about her?"
"Yes my king," he responded. Cathbad helped Danae up and led her to his chamber.
Even without her attire she was odd. Her skin was pale with a slight bluish tint to it. It felt rubbery like dolphin skin. Her ears were almost pointed like an elf's and rested flat against her head. Her facial features were fairly normal except her eyes. They were glassy like marbles with an almost opaque sheath covering them.
Her hands were small and thin, the fingers fused together with a thin sheath. Her feet were deformed in such a way-elongated and curved-that she stood shakily on tiptoe, hunched over to give her more balance.
She walked slowly and very unsteadily around the beach as though walking was some ancient art she had to relearn. She hobbled forward trying to maintain some sort of footing. When she fell, Garrett silently walked, picked her up, and placed her on his back wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neckline.
The trip through Kells was a curious one; she'd never seen that shade of green before. Apparently Land was mostly forest. She scolded herself for having mistaken the light people for giants. She knew better now: it was the forest. She wondered if this was the forest where Erlkönig lived.
As they traveled, young creatures, child she guessed they were called, walked up to take a closer look at her. She didn't like them peering at her and poking her but she tolerated it because she was curious about them herself.
Finally they came to a great structure of stone. It was in the middle of a vast clearing and stood even higher than the trees. The light people entered through the building without any trouble. Inside the structure, soldiers sat around, some playing cards, some practicing fighting skills. They looked up and greeted the knights, then went back to whatever they were doing.
They entered into a grand room. It was an airy room with large windows, the curtains drawn to let in the maximum amount of light. There was a long wooden table piled with maps. At the end of the room, was a great chair decorated splendidly. The knights sat down, spreading Danae's body across one of the chairs.
King Conchobar and Cathbad the druid studied the child. She crouched in her chair, as though trying to disappear. Cathbad reached for her, causing the child to shrink even more.
"Can you please explain what happened, Deirdre? Asked the King.
"We received a call for help from the village of Aigneis and went to see what was going on. We found a platoon on Nemain's best men poking around and chased them away. Then we found her," Deirdre said, gesturing towards Danae, "and we assumed she was what Nemain was after."
"I see," the king responded. He turned his attentions towards the girl. She did not look at all the curious faces staring at her but buried her head deeper into her lap.
"I'm afraid she doesn't understand English, sire," Rohan said.
The king turned to Cathbad. "Cathbad, could you take her to your chamber and see what you can find out about her?"
"Yes my king," he responded. Cathbad helped Danae up and led her to his chamber.