Chapter 5
He led her in a meandering route, he guessed that she would not believe him outright and might try to return to the party. Elves from the north would believe him the instant he uttered his feelings, she however had not simply accepted his words, only agreeing to come forth at the threat of bloodshed. It was comforting to know that she had the capacity to care so much as to risk her own life as she must have viewed it. Convincing her would be slightly difficult. Because the bond was of divine choosing there was certain magic that could be imposed upon the other, to ensure such a bonds success but she would probably see it as northern magic, which in a way it was. The southern elves certainly didn't use it. The three different elven groups all had unique types of magic.
Northern elves like himself had five basic spells. A pacifying one, he had used to calm her earlier, was usually used to put enemies into a trance state, or while healing particularly painful wounds. However it could also be used in dire need to still prey, when one was in need of food, for use was poor sport. Or as he had used it, heightening the spell until she had actually been willed into slumber.
Spell number two and three could for short amounts of time heighten one's senses. Extending ones range of sight, and hearing beyond their usual limits. Hunters especially honed these spells.
The fourth spell was of endurance, allowing one to survive on less rest than normal. It also extended one's energy allowing long hunts to continue over hours without sleep, rest, or hunger. Hunters also especially honed this spell.
Five was of clairvoyance, sensations that could predict a short ways into the future. It was not very specified and the feeling of impending worry in his stomach presently could mean many things. Looking back, he realized that he had felt contentment during the morning, which must have been finding her. The fifth of the five was taught and extensively trained to all the northern elves.
The Southern elves had three spells. One for healing, any poison, wound, or ailment. One for killing, the characteristics of this one were not widely known to the other elves. The last for guarding or protection, that was also closely guarded and never witnessed.
The ice elves had one spell. It was light. Goodness and purity, the power against beings of the dark which mostly lived in the harsh mountains.
He was a master at all five of the northern spells. He could only wonder how many of the southern spells she knew. However judging the southern society she probably knew the healing one alone. There was the possibility that she knew one of the other two though. Perhaps that was his foreboding feeling.
He waited until the other members of his hunting group had split off to collect their things from their camp. They would trail the group of southern elves, who although excellent trackers, would most likely get lost in the wood. They would delicately herd them in the right direction, north or south. He glanced down upon her once again, if she really was the reason for their travel they would most likely head south. Unless they wished to argue their case with the king of the wood. Who would of course deny them, the prince would be a better match then the father could ever hope to land, and by then she would be his anyway. The instant that she had left the safety of the group her fate was sealed.
He led her to one of the platforms, where hunters stayed between their coming and goings. The rest of his group would be there to help guard her and at such a height she wouldn't attempt to jump down, the only accessible entrance was by tree limb. A skill only possessed by the northern elves. He would have to carry her of course, which would be difficult if she decided to resist. Clasping her hand was one thing, an encompassing arm was completely different. If she objected, while he was in the air the results could prove fatal, killing one or both of them. Which could of course be her aim, he had heard tales of other southern elves choosing death over dishonor, it applied also to battle. He knew she would not take such treatment lightly so it would be best to subdue her while in the air or convince her beforehand.
The latter was more enticing, if possible. He would try one of the magics but most of them were quite.intimate.
He led her in a meandering route, he guessed that she would not believe him outright and might try to return to the party. Elves from the north would believe him the instant he uttered his feelings, she however had not simply accepted his words, only agreeing to come forth at the threat of bloodshed. It was comforting to know that she had the capacity to care so much as to risk her own life as she must have viewed it. Convincing her would be slightly difficult. Because the bond was of divine choosing there was certain magic that could be imposed upon the other, to ensure such a bonds success but she would probably see it as northern magic, which in a way it was. The southern elves certainly didn't use it. The three different elven groups all had unique types of magic.
Northern elves like himself had five basic spells. A pacifying one, he had used to calm her earlier, was usually used to put enemies into a trance state, or while healing particularly painful wounds. However it could also be used in dire need to still prey, when one was in need of food, for use was poor sport. Or as he had used it, heightening the spell until she had actually been willed into slumber.
Spell number two and three could for short amounts of time heighten one's senses. Extending ones range of sight, and hearing beyond their usual limits. Hunters especially honed these spells.
The fourth spell was of endurance, allowing one to survive on less rest than normal. It also extended one's energy allowing long hunts to continue over hours without sleep, rest, or hunger. Hunters also especially honed this spell.
Five was of clairvoyance, sensations that could predict a short ways into the future. It was not very specified and the feeling of impending worry in his stomach presently could mean many things. Looking back, he realized that he had felt contentment during the morning, which must have been finding her. The fifth of the five was taught and extensively trained to all the northern elves.
The Southern elves had three spells. One for healing, any poison, wound, or ailment. One for killing, the characteristics of this one were not widely known to the other elves. The last for guarding or protection, that was also closely guarded and never witnessed.
The ice elves had one spell. It was light. Goodness and purity, the power against beings of the dark which mostly lived in the harsh mountains.
He was a master at all five of the northern spells. He could only wonder how many of the southern spells she knew. However judging the southern society she probably knew the healing one alone. There was the possibility that she knew one of the other two though. Perhaps that was his foreboding feeling.
He waited until the other members of his hunting group had split off to collect their things from their camp. They would trail the group of southern elves, who although excellent trackers, would most likely get lost in the wood. They would delicately herd them in the right direction, north or south. He glanced down upon her once again, if she really was the reason for their travel they would most likely head south. Unless they wished to argue their case with the king of the wood. Who would of course deny them, the prince would be a better match then the father could ever hope to land, and by then she would be his anyway. The instant that she had left the safety of the group her fate was sealed.
He led her to one of the platforms, where hunters stayed between their coming and goings. The rest of his group would be there to help guard her and at such a height she wouldn't attempt to jump down, the only accessible entrance was by tree limb. A skill only possessed by the northern elves. He would have to carry her of course, which would be difficult if she decided to resist. Clasping her hand was one thing, an encompassing arm was completely different. If she objected, while he was in the air the results could prove fatal, killing one or both of them. Which could of course be her aim, he had heard tales of other southern elves choosing death over dishonor, it applied also to battle. He knew she would not take such treatment lightly so it would be best to subdue her while in the air or convince her beforehand.
The latter was more enticing, if possible. He would try one of the magics but most of them were quite.intimate.