Fond Memories How many years had it been since that day? Thalion wondered. The half-elf sighed reminiscently as he surveyed the crater. The wreckage had long since been picked clean. He felt that strange scrap of metal in his pocket that Oreyn had given him. He also had given a piece to Azyriel.Fond Memories2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mother . . . thoughts of the elf brought up memories of her beauty and warm smile. Her eyes haunted him because they were his own. He avoided mirrors because of them.
Oreyn gave the largest piece to Raina. Little Raina why did you have to let it blind you? The look of hatred on her face from Oreyn’s murder tortured his sleep. Thalion shivered and not just from the cold as he knelt down to touch the scarred scorched earth. Oreyn said the dark elf had stepped out of the flames like a phoenix. It seared her clothes away, but never touched her shadowy skin.
Thalion smiled remembering the gasps the camp would m
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A delicate red eyebrow arched at his statement of lies and that made Xull’rae smile in a flirtatious manner, “Me lie? Truly. . . you must be thinking of some other vile drowess . . .”
She approached the half drow slowly, like a stalking hunter. Xull’rae was completely fixated on Grey. The chill air was not felt, the festivities decorations were not seen, the music and excited chatter all around her was not heard.
"I have something for you,” Grey responded. Green eyes smiled softly,” they said I killed a squirrel. It was dead when I got there, I swear...Eating animal souls is... kind of strange... It upsets my stomach." He chuckled a little at those words, hiding the morbidity of it all behind his usual humor. Neither Ulvein nor Solrac had noticed the splinters in his hands that had been the actual cause for the blood on his hands that was actually his own.
He took the bag tightly in his hands and placed it beside him, tempting her to sit with him.