The moon shone down lightly on the small well hidden cottage as the slender man moved about his garden large heavy gloves over delicate digits to keep him from coming in contact with the precious flowers he so loved.
He senses picked up the fact there was someone nearing his home quickly and he stopped what he was doing looking to the clearing wondering if it would be more of the wold-like creatures or something -else.
"The fay girl ?" his mind asked "she has not been back a week since "the little voice that nagged him in the part of his mind that he couldn't always silence.
It was not his little bard that emerged through the woods but rather a elder old man on a staff carved into a likeness of a wolf head,a framilar staff-one he had carved half a century before.
"Sorcha what brings you here?"his musical voice called as he stood and went to the elder priest helping him to his old cottage.
Once he had Sorcha seated at a table and some warm tea and bread set infront of the old priest he waited to hear what was on his friends mind,his golden face pale beneath the gold and drawn at the brow in concern.
"You must come Jandar Sunstar,she is not getting better,and no one can get through her she crys your name at times other times she just whimpers,its when she screams and tears at the walls that it gets really bad."he whispered.
"Ania" Jandar said softly it wasn't a question,though the words that Sorcha spoked stunned him.Her actions were just like his lost Anna.
"Yes " agreed Sorcha "the same" his tone low.
Jandar looked pain "I will come" he agreed and stood removeing the gloves from his hands.He returned to the city to the place he had tried to leave behind that continued to call him back.
His golden bangs fell into his eyes as he looked away and over his home a sudden thought occuring to him."Can you bring her here?"he asked looking to Sorcha."It would cause me less pain."
The Priest hesitated then nodded his head "We will bring her here Jandar,the Morninglord protect her we can do little to help her." he said softly.
Leighton looked in on her ,she was quiet today no out bursts,she sat by the window looking out into the town,her father had visited she had talked animatedly with him no sign of any sort of sickness in her as she did.
He entered the room and took the comb from her helping her run it through her knee length red-gold locks,the honey color bright as any sun.
Ania seemed quiet and let him,humming lightly to herself as he did.Her fingers longed for her fiddle but she didn't ask for it she merely played her fingers in the air.
"You should let me marry you,Ania and take you away from this place of pain and your own pain."he whispered to her softly as he kissed a pointy ear.
Freezeing ever muscle in her body went taunt and she back handed him,she didn't expect to do it and he hadn't seen it coming so he looked at her in shook as she stood shakeing and stareing at him.
"Don't you ever try that again Leighton " she screamed at him her fury giveing her cheekbones a high color as her hands went to her hips.
The surprised Lathanderite looked on her in surprise as she had never hit him before."It Jandar isn't it !" he demanded as he growled also angry.He had known it had been someone but he never imagined it to be a elf.
"So if it is.."she said standing next to the window "Your father would not approve,I will not wed you Leighton turn your sights elsewhere to another who would have you."
He scowled and then rage contorted his face and he dived for her.She scrambled out of his way barely her ankle grabbed she fell hard to the floor the air knocked out of her so her scream died on her lips.
"It is the elf,but Ania sweet one,you are just a half elf what makes you think he would want you?"he demanded as he pinned her down restraining her hands above her.
She couldn't get her breath back and when she did she screamed.
Sorcha sighed "Not again" he sighed as he turned to the cloaked elf."Please enter Jandar" he said and the elven vampire gingerly stepped across the threshold into the holy place.His head snapped up."That was an alarmed scream" Jandar said as he bolted up the steps just seeming to know where to go.
Leighton looked like a devil his hair was wild,his hazel eyes lit with a weird light,there were two claw marks bleeding freely down his face from Ania's nails.She was backed into a corner and looking fearful her clothes were torn but she seemed to be alright other wise.
"Thats enough" Father Sorcha called as he looked to the younger member of his religion.The boy paid him no heed much to his chargin.
Jandar grabbed him firmly and yanked him back from Ania,Leighton pulled away roughly and to the ground fell two little figurines,molded from clay in the shape of a wolf.
"You did it ?" demanded the elven vampire as he stared at the priest."You sent those things that nearly killed her?"he hissed he was angry and he wasn't sure why."How could you do that to her?" he fought to keep his beast down as his grip tightend.
"She would have needed me!" he yelled "but you ruined that,she's a half breed why would you want her,the gypsy's don't even want her" he spat.
Jandar felt claws elongate on his hand and he pulled back before he realized he was about to strike the priest.
A warm hand grabbed his in a soft hold."Jandar.."her voice was soft and he looked up at her.He released the priest and looked to the abused girl,her hair covering her ripped clothes and there was a look of sadness yet acceptance in her eyes.She leaned down and hugged him,he fell into her arms and she petted his hair.
Father Sorcha went to the young priest and looked down at him."Come son you need to loose that anger in your heart." he helped the younger priest up and helped him from the room.
"Who are you ?" Jandar asked her in a low whisper.
"I don't know,I suppose we will find out" she said softly as the two knelt in moonlight.
He senses picked up the fact there was someone nearing his home quickly and he stopped what he was doing looking to the clearing wondering if it would be more of the wold-like creatures or something -else.
"The fay girl ?" his mind asked "she has not been back a week since "the little voice that nagged him in the part of his mind that he couldn't always silence.
It was not his little bard that emerged through the woods but rather a elder old man on a staff carved into a likeness of a wolf head,a framilar staff-one he had carved half a century before.
"Sorcha what brings you here?"his musical voice called as he stood and went to the elder priest helping him to his old cottage.
Once he had Sorcha seated at a table and some warm tea and bread set infront of the old priest he waited to hear what was on his friends mind,his golden face pale beneath the gold and drawn at the brow in concern.
"You must come Jandar Sunstar,she is not getting better,and no one can get through her she crys your name at times other times she just whimpers,its when she screams and tears at the walls that it gets really bad."he whispered.
"Ania" Jandar said softly it wasn't a question,though the words that Sorcha spoked stunned him.Her actions were just like his lost Anna.
"Yes " agreed Sorcha "the same" his tone low.
Jandar looked pain "I will come" he agreed and stood removeing the gloves from his hands.He returned to the city to the place he had tried to leave behind that continued to call him back.
His golden bangs fell into his eyes as he looked away and over his home a sudden thought occuring to him."Can you bring her here?"he asked looking to Sorcha."It would cause me less pain."
The Priest hesitated then nodded his head "We will bring her here Jandar,the Morninglord protect her we can do little to help her." he said softly.
Leighton looked in on her ,she was quiet today no out bursts,she sat by the window looking out into the town,her father had visited she had talked animatedly with him no sign of any sort of sickness in her as she did.
He entered the room and took the comb from her helping her run it through her knee length red-gold locks,the honey color bright as any sun.
Ania seemed quiet and let him,humming lightly to herself as he did.Her fingers longed for her fiddle but she didn't ask for it she merely played her fingers in the air.
"You should let me marry you,Ania and take you away from this place of pain and your own pain."he whispered to her softly as he kissed a pointy ear.
Freezeing ever muscle in her body went taunt and she back handed him,she didn't expect to do it and he hadn't seen it coming so he looked at her in shook as she stood shakeing and stareing at him.
"Don't you ever try that again Leighton " she screamed at him her fury giveing her cheekbones a high color as her hands went to her hips.
The surprised Lathanderite looked on her in surprise as she had never hit him before."It Jandar isn't it !" he demanded as he growled also angry.He had known it had been someone but he never imagined it to be a elf.
"So if it is.."she said standing next to the window "Your father would not approve,I will not wed you Leighton turn your sights elsewhere to another who would have you."
He scowled and then rage contorted his face and he dived for her.She scrambled out of his way barely her ankle grabbed she fell hard to the floor the air knocked out of her so her scream died on her lips.
"It is the elf,but Ania sweet one,you are just a half elf what makes you think he would want you?"he demanded as he pinned her down restraining her hands above her.
She couldn't get her breath back and when she did she screamed.
Sorcha sighed "Not again" he sighed as he turned to the cloaked elf."Please enter Jandar" he said and the elven vampire gingerly stepped across the threshold into the holy place.His head snapped up."That was an alarmed scream" Jandar said as he bolted up the steps just seeming to know where to go.
Leighton looked like a devil his hair was wild,his hazel eyes lit with a weird light,there were two claw marks bleeding freely down his face from Ania's nails.She was backed into a corner and looking fearful her clothes were torn but she seemed to be alright other wise.
"Thats enough" Father Sorcha called as he looked to the younger member of his religion.The boy paid him no heed much to his chargin.
Jandar grabbed him firmly and yanked him back from Ania,Leighton pulled away roughly and to the ground fell two little figurines,molded from clay in the shape of a wolf.
"You did it ?" demanded the elven vampire as he stared at the priest."You sent those things that nearly killed her?"he hissed he was angry and he wasn't sure why."How could you do that to her?" he fought to keep his beast down as his grip tightend.
"She would have needed me!" he yelled "but you ruined that,she's a half breed why would you want her,the gypsy's don't even want her" he spat.
Jandar felt claws elongate on his hand and he pulled back before he realized he was about to strike the priest.
A warm hand grabbed his in a soft hold."Jandar.."her voice was soft and he looked up at her.He released the priest and looked to the abused girl,her hair covering her ripped clothes and there was a look of sadness yet acceptance in her eyes.She leaned down and hugged him,he fell into her arms and she petted his hair.
Father Sorcha went to the young priest and looked down at him."Come son you need to loose that anger in your heart." he helped the younger priest up and helped him from the room.
"Who are you ?" Jandar asked her in a low whisper.
"I don't know,I suppose we will find out" she said softly as the two knelt in moonlight.