~*Maybe Today : Chapter 2 *~
The next of Melina's days were spent at Nuelens side. While healing himself within the dark void of emptiness and confusion. There was not a single moment when the lord passed his room that his daughter could not be seen. Sitting on the edge of his bed with her tiny feet dangling over its edge is where she spent more of her timel If not there she would be gazing up at him on his wooden chair or curled up asleep at his side.
Orendlor peeked into Nuelens room. He smiled softly to find his daughter already out of bed, taking her favorite spot on his bed. Autumn was fast approching. The leaves of the elven wood began to shimmer golden rays as the waters cooled. A gentle breeze swept from the east and russled the white binds.
"Morning papa" the tiny elf wispered to him. "Quel amrun amin aranel" Orendlor walked over to her, kissing her brow. "Maybe today will be the day" Melina suggested "Maybe Melina" he replied, placing a hand on the bond elfs forehead. He did feel much better then what he had that night. No one was sure what caused his illness but were greatful the little elven princess somehow knew.
"Come, breakfast is ready" "But papa I just-" "No buts" he said sternly. "Now come along"
Melina did as she was told by her father and jumped down off the bed with a thud. The elf lord ushered her into the hall as she headed back to her room.
"And put some shoes on" he called after the sound of her bare feet on the wood. He grinned to himself and shook his head as a figure came from behind him.
"Do you always have to be so perfect?" A female voice spoke. "Im not" he chuckled and turned to face her. "Then what would you call it?" she asked looking up at him.
Orendlor grinned at his wife. She was an elf from the woodland realm of Silvermist. Jer hair was light brown, several shades then his that flowed freely down her back. The sides were braided into a longer braid in the back as a band of starlight mounted upon her brow. Her blue eyes lit up her face as she raised an eyebrow, waiting for an andswer.
"Amin mela" he smiled. Serina shook her head with a warm grin upon her cherry lips. "Come, we are expected"
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Amin mela- my love
The next of Melina's days were spent at Nuelens side. While healing himself within the dark void of emptiness and confusion. There was not a single moment when the lord passed his room that his daughter could not be seen. Sitting on the edge of his bed with her tiny feet dangling over its edge is where she spent more of her timel If not there she would be gazing up at him on his wooden chair or curled up asleep at his side.
Orendlor peeked into Nuelens room. He smiled softly to find his daughter already out of bed, taking her favorite spot on his bed. Autumn was fast approching. The leaves of the elven wood began to shimmer golden rays as the waters cooled. A gentle breeze swept from the east and russled the white binds.
"Morning papa" the tiny elf wispered to him. "Quel amrun amin aranel" Orendlor walked over to her, kissing her brow. "Maybe today will be the day" Melina suggested "Maybe Melina" he replied, placing a hand on the bond elfs forehead. He did feel much better then what he had that night. No one was sure what caused his illness but were greatful the little elven princess somehow knew.
"Come, breakfast is ready" "But papa I just-" "No buts" he said sternly. "Now come along"
Melina did as she was told by her father and jumped down off the bed with a thud. The elf lord ushered her into the hall as she headed back to her room.
"And put some shoes on" he called after the sound of her bare feet on the wood. He grinned to himself and shook his head as a figure came from behind him.
"Do you always have to be so perfect?" A female voice spoke. "Im not" he chuckled and turned to face her. "Then what would you call it?" she asked looking up at him.
Orendlor grinned at his wife. She was an elf from the woodland realm of Silvermist. Jer hair was light brown, several shades then his that flowed freely down her back. The sides were braided into a longer braid in the back as a band of starlight mounted upon her brow. Her blue eyes lit up her face as she raised an eyebrow, waiting for an andswer.
"Amin mela" he smiled. Serina shook her head with a warm grin upon her cherry lips. "Come, we are expected"
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Amin mela- my love