Thanks for the encouragement everyone. Don't worry. I think this story might be a long one!
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Chapter 34--Uneasy Trust
Drizzt hands instinctively went to the hilts of his scimitars and Guenhwyvar flattened her ears and snarled in warning.
Kylia studied Drizzt calmly. "Yorn dos thrityh uns'aa whol nau sanrr?" she asked.
Drizzt frowned and gave her a sharp, wary look. "Yathrin?" he demanded.
"Nau, dobluth," Kylia said. "Khaless uns'aa."
"Jal khaless zhah waela," Drizzt retorted.
"You have learned that is not always true," Kylia said, switching to common.
"Yes, I have," Drizzt, admitted.
Kylia gestured to Shandra. "She found no evil in me and she can tell. If you can not call me an abbil then you can at least consider me an abban," she said.
Tarion came up, still balancing Glenna on his shoulder. "We should go. You need treatment Drizzt and this one must be turned over to the authorities in Kern," he said.
Drizzt gave Tarion a startled look. He'd never called him by name before.
"Even a paladin makes mistakes," Tarion said quietly. "All that can be done is to not repeat them."
Drizzt nodded, understanding. "Getting out of here would be fine with me," he said.
They left the place and went to the horses. Shandra eyed Drizzt. "You better ride in front of me, just in case," she said. There was no answer. She turned and was just in time to catch Drizzt before he hit the ground. "Drizzt!" she cried. She lowered him gently to the ground.
Kylia came over and knelt beside Drizzt. "He'll be alright. He's just exhausted. It would be best if we camped here tonight," she said.
"I agree, Tarion?" Shandra asked.
"I agree as well," Tarion said. He put Glenna down and they set up a small camp. No one wanted to go back into the building for the night.
Kylia helped cook some food then brought the water skin over to Shandra. "I wouldn't be surprised if they starved him. It probably would be wise to get some water into him," she said. "I'll try to do that if you'll hold him."
Between the two of them they managed to get Drizzt to drink some water then Tarion brought their food over.
"What was that language you two were speaking?" Shandra asked.
"Drow, of course. It's our native tongue after all," Kylia said.
"Shandra may I speak to you alone for a moment?" Tarion asked.
"Go, I'll watch him, besides he isn't likely to wake up tonight," Kylia said.
Shandra nodded and followed Tarion a distance away. "What is it?" she asked.
"I wanted to ask your forgiveness for my behavior. I was wrong. I sensed no evil in Drizzt either, but refused to accept it. I kept telling myself all Drow are evil and that it had to be a trick, but I was wrong," Tarion said.
"Thank you for apologizing, but you owe that to Drizzt more than me," Shandra said.
"He will get it when he wakes, but there is one more thing. "There's no hope for us, is there?" Tarion asked.
"No, I'm sorry, Tarion, but I don't love you in that way though I consider you a dear friend," Shandra said.
"Then I'll settle for what you can give," Tarion said. "Friends?"
"Friends," Shandra agreed. They walked back to the camp together, feeling that all had been settled between them now.
Kylia looked up as they entered. "Is all well?" she asked.
"It is, how's Drizzt?" Shandra asked.
"Still asleep and he needs all he can get," Kylia said.
Shandra sat down and Tarion joined her.
"You owe us some explanations. Why do you want to travel with us?" Tarion asked.
"Simple, for safety, you should know all too well how surface dwellers react to Drow," Kylia said. "I will be safe traveling with two paladins," Kylia said.
"I don't believe that is the only reason," Tarion said.
"Clever Elf, very well. I will tell you all," Kylia said…
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Next part Kylia's story…R/R please!
Translations:
Yorn dos thrityh uns'aa whol nau sanrr?--- Will you attack me for no reason?
Yathrin--Priestess
Nau, dobluth--No, outcast
Khaless uns'aa--Trust me
Jal khaless zhah waela--All trust is foolish
Abban--not enemy abil--trusted friend