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Post by Chyla Snowthorne Sterling on Aug 28, 2006 11:14:21 GMT -8
She was only a few hours away, but the caravan was turning back. The lava blobs, the fires…it as just too dangerous. The caravan leader pointed her in the correct direction and Chyla set off on foot …she had to get there…it was her last hope. **** The Plowshare Tavern…the town guardsman had told her most people gathered there. As she sat at one of the tables another group came thru the doors. She recognized them immediately from the Iron Traveler in Lockling…Draylen and Gabrielle.
This was a bustling place; people came and went, for the most part friendly, offering her a nod or a smile. She hadn’t seen so many other elves in a while and if circumstances had been different she would have relaxed.
“…battle…” “The nature mages find the…” “…Elidore…” this last bit of overlapping conversation caught her attention and she focused on it.
“So he is here!” Reaching for the locket about her neck, she touched it, suddenly becoming nervous. She would finally be able to fulfill Elizabeth’s last request made so many years ago. She thought about her last conversation with Urbania and Caswyn, when she had been told the full truth.
“Elidore! Lincoln!” someone called out, Chyla turned her head to the entrance of the tavern.
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Post by Chyla Snowthorne Sterling on Aug 29, 2006 9:52:32 GMT -8
She didn’t know what she had expected, but suddenly she was unsure of how to proceed. Seeing Draylen walk up to Elidore gave her an idea, she would have him introduce them. She waited till Draylen moved away then called out, waving him to her.
“Draylen, I would ask if you know this place or its residents. I am looking for someone and not sure of where to begin.”
Draylen’s response hadn’t been what she wanted, but when he asked who she was seeking and she responded his face lit up in a huge grin as he informed her that he knew Elidore and had in fact just been speaking to him.
“Really, do you think you could arrange an introduction?”
Draylen had been only too happy and had proceeded immediately to do so.
Elidore had walked over, took her hand and introduced himself.
“Hello, I am Chyla Snowthorne…Sterling, it is good to meet you.”
At the mention of her last name he had looked at her hard, “Sterling, that is not a common name to hear often. Welcome to Mandrake’s Landing.”
They had spoken of her travels, general small talk that had some how come to the subject of jewelry. Chyla saw an opening, reaching for the locket about her neck she held it forth asking, “what would your opinion of this piece be?” The immediate recognition of the locket was evident if only for the briefest glimmer, but Chyla was focused on his face and locked eyes with him.
“It is an unusual piece, where did you get it?”
“It was my mother’s; it was given to me eighteen months ago.”
“What is your mother’s name?” his eyes still locked with hers.
“Her name was…Elizabeth.”
Chyla held her breath as she watched the changing emotions reflected in his eyes. She watched his back as he walked away.
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