Jessi: I no own. You no sue.
Tiamet: And it was Chel who tore someone's throat out with his teeth... Not me.
Jessi: And sorry for the delay.
Tiamet: Wales was suffering a heat wave and her brain melted.
When the hand left Vale's own she stumbled to a halt. She wiped her eyes dry on her sleeves and looked about. She was on the outskirts of the forest, the village they had left that same day.
The cleric turned. A male elf stared back at her. He had very pale skin which contrasted sharply with the long midnight-black tresses and flawless emerald eyes. The robe he wore was black with white cuffs and belt.
He pressed something into her hand and then began to walk back into the forest, stopping to look over his shoulder at her.
Vale looked down at her palm. Her holy symbol lay there. She nodded in thanks and began to make her way down into the village. Behind her Tiamet Pendragon retreated to the shadows.
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Vale collasped trembling onto the bed, pulling the blanket gently over her poor, battered body. The inn keeper had hurried to her side as soon as Vale had staggered into the inn.
Vale had no broken bones and the village had no cleric, so she had requested a room to heal herself. But just as her slaying spell had failed so had her healing spells, thankfully with less violence. So there was no choice but to curl up in the bed and await Samera and Keroigar.
"Is there much pain?" a familar voice whispered into her ear, the warm breath tickling the sensative tips.
The young elf nodded, not caring how Chel got in here, just relived that he was. She kept her eyes closed tightly, not trusting herself to open them and let the tears irritate the wounds.
Chel's fingertips touched the back of her neck lightly, sending pulses of healing magic through her body.
It was like returning to a still-warm bed. Chel's magic soothed her pain, erased the bruises from her flesh and closed the cuts. Her guardian said nothing, concentrating fully on his work.
When he finally was done, he rocked back on his heels, looking exchusted from the prolonged use of his healing powers.
"I let your paladin friends go and they are heading this way..."
"They saw you..."
"I had no choice! Had I not stepped in you would have been raped and dead by now!"
Vale smiled,
"I know... and I glad you did."
Chel sighed and laid his head on Vale's bed,
"Anyway you were the one that caused me all the worry. You vanished!"
Vale remembered the pale elf leading her out and adverted her gaze away from Chel. Her guardian leant over her,
"I'm just glad you're safe..." he kissed her forehead, "But don't do it again."
Vale traced his jaw with one hand while the other released the scrap of material holding Chel's hair back away from his face.
"Lock the door, love."
Chel stood, white hair swirling about his hips, and reached for the key in the lock.
Abruptly the door burst open and Samera the paladin charged in. His golden eyes widened in shock as he saw the black-clad figure that fought at the camp.
Chel turned to face the paladin but Samera's dagger had already plunged into his undefended back.
"Samera! No!" Vale finally found her voice and the aasimar looked up at her. Chel pulled himself off the small blade and tumbled to ground, cloak still clinging to dagger hilt.
Vale stood and walked over to Samera,
"Please Samera... I can explain..."
Samera wasn't looking at her though. He, and his twin Keroigar behind him, had returned their gaze to Chel, or more specifically, the white wings that grew out of Chel's back. Vale knew that on the shoulders of both planetouched twins white feathers grew, a mark of their divine ancestor.
There was no sound in the room, except for the crackling noises as Chel's spine mended itself. Keroigar shook himself out of the trance first,
"Vale... We..."
He halted as the winged elf slowly got up, his back stiff.
"We will discuss this in the morning..." Both paladins left the room and slammed the door shut behind them.
Vale darted under Chel's arm as her guardian swayed, his powers having nearly completely drained him of energy.
"I guess our secret's out Chel..."
"I just hope that they take it well... For our sake..."
Tiamet: And it was Chel who tore someone's throat out with his teeth... Not me.
Jessi: And sorry for the delay.
Tiamet: Wales was suffering a heat wave and her brain melted.
When the hand left Vale's own she stumbled to a halt. She wiped her eyes dry on her sleeves and looked about. She was on the outskirts of the forest, the village they had left that same day.
The cleric turned. A male elf stared back at her. He had very pale skin which contrasted sharply with the long midnight-black tresses and flawless emerald eyes. The robe he wore was black with white cuffs and belt.
He pressed something into her hand and then began to walk back into the forest, stopping to look over his shoulder at her.
Vale looked down at her palm. Her holy symbol lay there. She nodded in thanks and began to make her way down into the village. Behind her Tiamet Pendragon retreated to the shadows.
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Vale collasped trembling onto the bed, pulling the blanket gently over her poor, battered body. The inn keeper had hurried to her side as soon as Vale had staggered into the inn.
Vale had no broken bones and the village had no cleric, so she had requested a room to heal herself. But just as her slaying spell had failed so had her healing spells, thankfully with less violence. So there was no choice but to curl up in the bed and await Samera and Keroigar.
"Is there much pain?" a familar voice whispered into her ear, the warm breath tickling the sensative tips.
The young elf nodded, not caring how Chel got in here, just relived that he was. She kept her eyes closed tightly, not trusting herself to open them and let the tears irritate the wounds.
Chel's fingertips touched the back of her neck lightly, sending pulses of healing magic through her body.
It was like returning to a still-warm bed. Chel's magic soothed her pain, erased the bruises from her flesh and closed the cuts. Her guardian said nothing, concentrating fully on his work.
When he finally was done, he rocked back on his heels, looking exchusted from the prolonged use of his healing powers.
"I let your paladin friends go and they are heading this way..."
"They saw you..."
"I had no choice! Had I not stepped in you would have been raped and dead by now!"
Vale smiled,
"I know... and I glad you did."
Chel sighed and laid his head on Vale's bed,
"Anyway you were the one that caused me all the worry. You vanished!"
Vale remembered the pale elf leading her out and adverted her gaze away from Chel. Her guardian leant over her,
"I'm just glad you're safe..." he kissed her forehead, "But don't do it again."
Vale traced his jaw with one hand while the other released the scrap of material holding Chel's hair back away from his face.
"Lock the door, love."
Chel stood, white hair swirling about his hips, and reached for the key in the lock.
Abruptly the door burst open and Samera the paladin charged in. His golden eyes widened in shock as he saw the black-clad figure that fought at the camp.
Chel turned to face the paladin but Samera's dagger had already plunged into his undefended back.
"Samera! No!" Vale finally found her voice and the aasimar looked up at her. Chel pulled himself off the small blade and tumbled to ground, cloak still clinging to dagger hilt.
Vale stood and walked over to Samera,
"Please Samera... I can explain..."
Samera wasn't looking at her though. He, and his twin Keroigar behind him, had returned their gaze to Chel, or more specifically, the white wings that grew out of Chel's back. Vale knew that on the shoulders of both planetouched twins white feathers grew, a mark of their divine ancestor.
There was no sound in the room, except for the crackling noises as Chel's spine mended itself. Keroigar shook himself out of the trance first,
"Vale... We..."
He halted as the winged elf slowly got up, his back stiff.
"We will discuss this in the morning..." Both paladins left the room and slammed the door shut behind them.
Vale darted under Chel's arm as her guardian swayed, his powers having nearly completely drained him of energy.
"I guess our secret's out Chel..."
"I just hope that they take it well... For our sake..."