Awena collapsed to the ground. She lay there not moving and her skin
turned a greyish shade. Glenwen knelt over her, alarmed at what happed.
It was a while before she awoke and when she did, she had no memory of what happened. Awena looked around the room; it was different than her old room, it was more elaborate. The sun was at the highest point in the sky, meaning that she had over slept. Awena sat up; her whole body protested the movement. She sank back into the pillows, weak from her ordeal.
Madog was worried about her. When Glenwen told them about what had happened, he wanted to go see her right away, but Glenwen told him not to. Awena was recovering and would have no memory of what happened. He paced outside of her room, waiting to see her. He would stop, wring his hands and look anxiously at the door and resume his pacing.
" Why do you pace, Madog?" asked a female elf, joining him outside the door.
" Eira, she is my friend. Why should I not worry?" He asked taking Eira's hands in his own and drawing her close. Eira had fair skin and fair hair, like snow. Madog looked at her with love in his eyes and Eira gently kissed him on his cheek.
" I know that, it's just that it won't do you any good to wear the tiles down. Or her," replied Eira. The two held hands and looked out over the forest, the breeze ruffling their hair. " Madog, we do not know which side she is on, we're not even sure what she is. Some say she's an elf, but there is a coldness around her that dictates that she is not an elf. Her mother may have been of the race of men, but no one knows who her father is. Her mother did not reveal on her deathbed who he was."
" He must've been elf, at least part elf, for what else explains her appearance?" countered Madog.
Awena listened to this conservation as she got dressed in a tunic and leggings. Her heart fell at what she heard, it did not assure her very much. It was taken for granted that she was an elf, and because of this, she was accepted into the community.
The conservation got quieter and Awena could no longer hear it, so she busied herself with the plating of her hair and slipping a dagger into her boots. She opened the door and slipped past the two who were in deep conservation, slid down the banister of the stairs, and made her way back to her old house.
It was a while before she awoke and when she did, she had no memory of what happened. Awena looked around the room; it was different than her old room, it was more elaborate. The sun was at the highest point in the sky, meaning that she had over slept. Awena sat up; her whole body protested the movement. She sank back into the pillows, weak from her ordeal.
Madog was worried about her. When Glenwen told them about what had happened, he wanted to go see her right away, but Glenwen told him not to. Awena was recovering and would have no memory of what happened. He paced outside of her room, waiting to see her. He would stop, wring his hands and look anxiously at the door and resume his pacing.
" Why do you pace, Madog?" asked a female elf, joining him outside the door.
" Eira, she is my friend. Why should I not worry?" He asked taking Eira's hands in his own and drawing her close. Eira had fair skin and fair hair, like snow. Madog looked at her with love in his eyes and Eira gently kissed him on his cheek.
" I know that, it's just that it won't do you any good to wear the tiles down. Or her," replied Eira. The two held hands and looked out over the forest, the breeze ruffling their hair. " Madog, we do not know which side she is on, we're not even sure what she is. Some say she's an elf, but there is a coldness around her that dictates that she is not an elf. Her mother may have been of the race of men, but no one knows who her father is. Her mother did not reveal on her deathbed who he was."
" He must've been elf, at least part elf, for what else explains her appearance?" countered Madog.
Awena listened to this conservation as she got dressed in a tunic and leggings. Her heart fell at what she heard, it did not assure her very much. It was taken for granted that she was an elf, and because of this, she was accepted into the community.
The conservation got quieter and Awena could no longer hear it, so she busied herself with the plating of her hair and slipping a dagger into her boots. She opened the door and slipped past the two who were in deep conservation, slid down the banister of the stairs, and made her way back to her old house.