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Drizzt or Guenhywvar or any other recognizable FR characters. ::pouts
more:: I'm just borrowing them. I'll return them when I'm done. Ilystial
is all mine. ::grins evilly:: So read and review-Kurai Catt
Chapter 4 A Little Help
Guenhywvar found herself wishing the little mage was a competent one and realizing that he was a complete idiot. Somethings just could not be helped and now it was simply a matter of hoping that Alustriel could break the spell before it was too late. At this point even a Harpell would do. She didn't think anymore damage could be done and there was the slim chance the spell would wear off on its own. The wizard didn't seem powerful enough to cast a permanent spell. She flopped back down on the bed waiting for Drizzt to return.
Drizzt had gone out to find something for Guen to wear. As cute as she was in his shirt; she needed something more fitting.
Guen nearly pounced on the dark elf as he entered the room. Even wounded she was just as fast in human form as she was a cat. She took the package, tearing through the paper then looked curiously back at the drow. Holding up the dress, it was a simple peasant dress of forest green cotton with laces up the back. She took off his shirt. Drizzt quickly looked away until he heard a soft call for help. She partially in the dress with her head stuck. Drizzt couldn't help but chuckle.
"I'm stuck!"
He loosened the laces, "This should help."
"Not used to wearing clothes," she slid the dress on the rest of the way and waited for him to lace it back up. Once done she spun around and looked up at him.
"It's prefect," he tossed her shoes.
She made a face, wrinkling her nose.
"Your foot hasn't healed"
"But..." she started to pout at him, but he was holding firm this time. "Fine." She slowly slipped them on. He knew she would have them off first chance she got, but he'd won for now.
They made their way to the common room when Guen stopped. The drow sorceress still sat at the bar, but the wizard was gone. She followed Drizzt and took a seat next to him at the bar. The barkeep, Jevic, walked over, "Want breakfast before you and the missy head out?" Both nodded. It wasn't that Guenhywvar was hungry. Food on this plane would do her little good.
The sorceress glanced over at the two, then back to the paper she was drawing on. She was doodling what looked like the two half-orcs who were curled up in each others arms asleep. Somehow she made hem look cute.
Guen nudged Drizzt, "This is going to sound weird, but under the circumstances. What about asking her to keep an eye on the wizard. In case we need him to break the spell." He glances at the sorceress with the words "Mostly Harmless" resurfacing. "Really what do we have to loose?" He wanted to argue with her, but given things as they were, he couldn't.
The sorceress was looking at the two of them, new page opened in her drawing book. "You came in last night," she said starting to doodle again. "Sorry, Dante's not much of a cleric. Jevic said you needed one last night." She smiled. "I'm Ilystial Deineste." She was looking them over, taking in small details his mithril armor swords, her cat ears...
"Drizzt Do'Urden."
"Ah, you're who little wizard boy picked a fight with. Want me to go get him?" She grinned and hopped out off the barstool ready to retrieve the mage.
Drizzt held up a hand dismissing the idea. "No, but can you keep an eye on him? We might need to know where he is."
"To break the spell. Gotcha. I'll make sure he stays put," she grinned mischievously a vicious glint in her eyes. "Shouldn't be a problem, especially after the beating the gnomes just gave him. He won't going going anyplace real soon."
Drizzt started to pull out a few coins, but Ilystial just smiled and waved them away. "Consider it a favor. Who knows, someday you can help me out. "
Guenhywvar picked at her food. She wanted to be going. This new form was fun, but she was tiring and her foot ached. The sooner they moved the sooner she could go home and heal properly.
They stuck to the main road with Guen limping a bit. She tried covering it, but she couldn't fool her master. The one time he chooses not to be oblivious.
It was late afternoon when they took a break. Guen had picked up a stick long stick to help her walk. Her foot was hurting worse. She sat on a fallen log, kicked off her shoes, wiggled her toes and watched Drizzt. He sat across from her and pulled some bread from his pack. She sighed and looked down at her bandaged foot. It was bleeding again. She could feel herself weakening with the passing hours away from the Astral Plane. Guenhywvar leaned back looking up at the canopy above then back to Drizzt. He tossed her a chunk of bread as he moved to her side an examine the wound.
He was changing the bandage when Guen leaned forward, watching him with those big green eyes. "You can stop blaming yourself. You didn't do this to me." She watched his lavender eyes widen. "I know you and I know you're blaming all this on yourself." She smiles at him, "Not everything that happens is you fault. Somethings are inevitable and cannot be avoided." She was still smiling at him, "Help me up and let's get going." She help out her hand and he pulled her to her feet. She moved in close, "I know you better than you know yourself." She smirked and started to limp off.
Chapter 4 A Little Help
Guenhywvar found herself wishing the little mage was a competent one and realizing that he was a complete idiot. Somethings just could not be helped and now it was simply a matter of hoping that Alustriel could break the spell before it was too late. At this point even a Harpell would do. She didn't think anymore damage could be done and there was the slim chance the spell would wear off on its own. The wizard didn't seem powerful enough to cast a permanent spell. She flopped back down on the bed waiting for Drizzt to return.
Drizzt had gone out to find something for Guen to wear. As cute as she was in his shirt; she needed something more fitting.
Guen nearly pounced on the dark elf as he entered the room. Even wounded she was just as fast in human form as she was a cat. She took the package, tearing through the paper then looked curiously back at the drow. Holding up the dress, it was a simple peasant dress of forest green cotton with laces up the back. She took off his shirt. Drizzt quickly looked away until he heard a soft call for help. She partially in the dress with her head stuck. Drizzt couldn't help but chuckle.
"I'm stuck!"
He loosened the laces, "This should help."
"Not used to wearing clothes," she slid the dress on the rest of the way and waited for him to lace it back up. Once done she spun around and looked up at him.
"It's prefect," he tossed her shoes.
She made a face, wrinkling her nose.
"Your foot hasn't healed"
"But..." she started to pout at him, but he was holding firm this time. "Fine." She slowly slipped them on. He knew she would have them off first chance she got, but he'd won for now.
They made their way to the common room when Guen stopped. The drow sorceress still sat at the bar, but the wizard was gone. She followed Drizzt and took a seat next to him at the bar. The barkeep, Jevic, walked over, "Want breakfast before you and the missy head out?" Both nodded. It wasn't that Guenhywvar was hungry. Food on this plane would do her little good.
The sorceress glanced over at the two, then back to the paper she was drawing on. She was doodling what looked like the two half-orcs who were curled up in each others arms asleep. Somehow she made hem look cute.
Guen nudged Drizzt, "This is going to sound weird, but under the circumstances. What about asking her to keep an eye on the wizard. In case we need him to break the spell." He glances at the sorceress with the words "Mostly Harmless" resurfacing. "Really what do we have to loose?" He wanted to argue with her, but given things as they were, he couldn't.
The sorceress was looking at the two of them, new page opened in her drawing book. "You came in last night," she said starting to doodle again. "Sorry, Dante's not much of a cleric. Jevic said you needed one last night." She smiled. "I'm Ilystial Deineste." She was looking them over, taking in small details his mithril armor swords, her cat ears...
"Drizzt Do'Urden."
"Ah, you're who little wizard boy picked a fight with. Want me to go get him?" She grinned and hopped out off the barstool ready to retrieve the mage.
Drizzt held up a hand dismissing the idea. "No, but can you keep an eye on him? We might need to know where he is."
"To break the spell. Gotcha. I'll make sure he stays put," she grinned mischievously a vicious glint in her eyes. "Shouldn't be a problem, especially after the beating the gnomes just gave him. He won't going going anyplace real soon."
Drizzt started to pull out a few coins, but Ilystial just smiled and waved them away. "Consider it a favor. Who knows, someday you can help me out. "
Guenhywvar picked at her food. She wanted to be going. This new form was fun, but she was tiring and her foot ached. The sooner they moved the sooner she could go home and heal properly.
They stuck to the main road with Guen limping a bit. She tried covering it, but she couldn't fool her master. The one time he chooses not to be oblivious.
It was late afternoon when they took a break. Guen had picked up a stick long stick to help her walk. Her foot was hurting worse. She sat on a fallen log, kicked off her shoes, wiggled her toes and watched Drizzt. He sat across from her and pulled some bread from his pack. She sighed and looked down at her bandaged foot. It was bleeding again. She could feel herself weakening with the passing hours away from the Astral Plane. Guenhywvar leaned back looking up at the canopy above then back to Drizzt. He tossed her a chunk of bread as he moved to her side an examine the wound.
He was changing the bandage when Guen leaned forward, watching him with those big green eyes. "You can stop blaming yourself. You didn't do this to me." She watched his lavender eyes widen. "I know you and I know you're blaming all this on yourself." She smiles at him, "Not everything that happens is you fault. Somethings are inevitable and cannot be avoided." She was still smiling at him, "Help me up and let's get going." She help out her hand and he pulled her to her feet. She moved in close, "I know you better than you know yourself." She smirked and started to limp off.
