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Antirne was still stubbornly leading, slightly stomping and kicking up dust as she went. Angelic opened her mouth to say something but decided against it. Speaking to an angry elf will get no one anywhere, she new that for a fact. She reached up and traced the long scar across her cheek. Almost there, she thought to herself. Angelic stopped suddenly, look up blankly into the air. She closed her eyes as her armor stopped it's muffled clanging beneath her cloak.
Something didn't seem right about the air. It didn't move or rest in the way that air naturally did. It simply didn't feel like air at all. Opening her eyes, Angelic found the elf stopped in her tracks as well. She had to have noticed the same thing as well. Then again, perhaps she had noticed after finding her lagging behind.
"What do you sense?" the half elf asked, walking quietly up to her.
"I'm not quite sure," she replied. She then knelt down and held her heard near the ground.
"It's small, no... a bunch of small things,"
Angelic waited patiently. She has to learn eventually,
"Do you smell that?" her face contorted with disgust. Angelic knelt down near her.
"Barely,"
"Really? Ug..." Antirne stood up, cover her nose, "By the gods... What is that? It reeks,"
Angelic stood up soon after her, looking back down the path they had traveled. She looked back at the tower, shimmering in the sunlight.
"It's back the way we came," she sighed. It was obvious that Neverwinter would have to wait. Something was amiss, although it had been amiss since the rescue from the prison. Angelic looked over at the elf who glanced back and forth at the trees, a look of disgust across her face. It seemed that those days had been left behind for her. Perhaps this was why Angelic found her so interesting. In the past month, their interaction with one another had been rather spuratic and unpredictable. Unlike those whom the paladin had met along on her long journey around the continent -
- Angelic turned away, catching her self for staring. With another sigh, she began the quest to find the sources of the "bunch of small things" she had mentioned earlier. There was a sudden waft of darkness in the air, spreading a shiver down her body. She sneezed.
"Ah? Are you getting ill?" Antirne said turning her heard slightly in her direction. Angelic wiped her nose on her cloak.
"I don't really get sick," the elf turned her full attention toward her now. Angelic blushed slightly, walking briskly past her.
"Someone must be talking about me behind my back," she replied, rubbing the back of her neck. The elf stared at her back for a moment, then soon began to follow her.
"Hey wait," she began, but the half elf continued on her way. Antirne jogged up in front of her, then began walking backwards before her, hands behind her head.
"Do you even know where we're going?"
"Not really, but you seem to know," she replied. Antirne stopped a moment, but the half elf simply walked past her. What in blazes is that supposed to mean?
"Angelic?"
She kept walking.
"Angelic!"
The tower of Neverwinter grew more distant, until it was unseen from the mountains and the trees and the sky. Yet it chimed in the far distance, six times.
The top of a clock tower was now visable to the two travelers. Neverwinter, home of all those who are partial breeds. At least, that was how Angelic liked to think of it. It was the first home she truly loved. It had been too many years since she had visited her family. Family. It still was an unusual word to her.
"Time for supper!" A man shouted up a flight of stairs. A girl stumbled around a corner and flew down the stairs and to the table. She sat and waited patiently for the man to sit. The girl had midnight hair, tied back in a rather messy ponytail, then again, so did the man, only his was a bold brown. The two sat there for a moment, staring at each other. The man picked up his fork and poked up a potato slice. The girl picked up her fork and held it tightly. The man slowly moved the slice toward his mouth and the girl hovered her fork over her plate. He opened his mouth and she waited, swinging her short legs beneath the chair. The potato was nearly to his lips,
"You should really stop that habit," he said pointing the fork away from his mouth and down at her swinging legs. The girl glared and the man laughed in response.
"Alright alright," he said finally taking a bite. The girl gobbled up the food soon after. Taking huge bites, yet chewing thuroughly. The man smiled down at the girl as he too gobbled up the food. She never spoke very much, yet -
- she smiled up at him - she was so very easy to read. They were happy. Living day by day, do the usual chores, training, and eating. Who would have thought an abandoned half elf would be as energetic as this one?
The meal ended quickly and the girl ran outside after clearing the table. It was time for training. The man soon followed after her, carrying his sheathed sword and a moving burlap sack with him. The girl had picked up her pratice sword and was already swinging away at a shadow. He quickly walked up to her and put his hands on her shoulders from behind, her back stiffened.
"You need to relax," her back relaxed slightly. Her breathing slowed as she gazed steadily out at her invisible partner.
"Now," he began, setting the large rabbit free from the sack. The girl watched, a bit bewildered as the rabbit ran to the end of the small training yard. The man handed his sword to the girl. She looked up at him confused.
"That's our meat for the week,"
She could only stare back at him in horror.
"Go and get it Angelic,"
Angelic sneezed again.
"Are you sure you aren't becoming ill?" Antirne asked, leaning over to see her face.
"Yes," she replied coldly, eating a spoonful of rabbit stew. The night was fairly chilly, but the fire kept her comfortably warm. Angelic looked up at the dark sky. There were only a few stars out in the blackness that engulfed them. Angelic yawned and shivered slightly, she suddenly felt cold and tired. Maybe someone wasn't talking about her after all.
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