Have A Little Faith In Me

[Max452]

OOC: This thread takes place after "Dragon's Roar and Soldier Cry" And yes...I know long post....lol

Roland's eyes blurred with tears as he stared into the eyes of his beloved bond. I'm so sorry! Please! Don't leave me! Roland pleaded with the great white dragon.
It is not my wish to part with you, Roland. Faith's voice was weak and pained. But we both know I am beyond help.
NO! Roland yelled at her defiantly, his gedwey ignaisa's white glow hovered over the large gash across the dragon's throat. He was still trying to heal the threatening wound, but that damn seithr oil was coursing through her body rapidly. He couldn't stop it!
Oh, my dear rider...Faith's voice was ragged. You are everything to me, but Wydra has other plans for us...for you.
Do not speak this way! You are fine!
Faith ignored Roland's desperate attempt to comfort her. Promise me, Roland, that you will continue living...
I cannot do this alone! Roland shook his head violently, the tears freely streaming down his cheeks.
You will never be alone...Her voice was softer and Roland's heart panicked as he could barely hear her now, even in their mental link. Promise me...you will live...and I will be there... The white she dragon painstakingly touched Roland's heart with her bloodied snout.
Roland nodded, a pained but understanding expression on his face. He could feel her mind fading from his now. I promise. He choked out.
Have faith, dear one...have faith.... Were the last words that the great dragon Faith ever uttered.

Pain soon followed the remorse and heartbreak within Roland's bosom. "FAITH!" He cried out. "Faith! Come back! Come back!" He yelled out, feeling the dark and empty void within his mind and soul. "COME BACK!"

***
Roland jerked awaked to the sound of a heavy saddle slamming to the ground. The disguised elf sat up from his lounging position. He was seated behind his booth, his feet propped up on a barrel. He blinked, shaking himself from the dream he just had, and concentrating on the Rider that stood at his booth. Roland felt a small wetness had formed on the corner of his good left eye. He quickly wiped it away as he got up from his chair.

"Oh, I'm sorry, forgive me, I didn't realize that you were sleeping. I cry your pardon, Erik." Einar apologized. He glanced down at Stigandr's saddle, which he had dropped to the floor. Even with his advanced strength from his bond with Stigandr, Einar still didn't feel like carrying that load around, especially to the tanner's booth, which was stationed in the farthest, most cramped, and highly challenging position in the Varden. Why Erik had chosen this place surprised Einar, since he was considered one of the best in the Varden. Wouldn't he rather be in the middle, with the other popular trades? Einar didn't quite understand it, but apparently the tanner liked keeping to himself.

"It's all right." Roland smiled, feeling a bit tensed as he stared at Einar. He was the spitting image of his father, Daganet, but had the calming eyes of his mother, Mirial. With the offspring of the man that gave him his scorched eye before him, Roland couldn't help but think of the very moment Daganet had turned against him. Roland cleared his throat, not wanting to relive those days, and knowing that Einar was not his father, not anymore. "What can I do for you?" He asked Einar as he gazed over to the saddle, Silver Hand? I have never had the pleasure of you visiting me before."
Einar grinned sheephisly. "Aye, well, I heard that you were exceptional in making saddles for dragons and even repairing some." Einar began as he glanced over to his saddle once more. "Well, Stigandr is getting bigger, and I don't have the materials that are big enough to manuever over his large spikes. I was wondering if you could help me in the matter?" Einar asked, feeling the one eyed tanner's piercing gaze.
"I see. Well, I'll need to see Stigandr for proper measurements." Roland explained to Einar. "And then figure out the correct materials that can endure the dragon's manuverability..."
"Yes, I understand that, but...I know that you charge for materials...but, uh, well, I don't have much, most of my money is with my wife..., but I was wondering if you could salvage Stigandr's saddle to make him a new one?" Einar asked hopefully. He didn't know why he forgot his saddle bag. He usually had it packed with him, but he had an odd feeling that Gianna purposely removed it so he would have an excused to visit her more quickly.

Roland contemplated Einar's idea. "Aye, I suppose I can think of something. Leave the saddle here. I'll get a better idea of what Stigandr needs when I see him."
"Oh, would you like to see him now?" Einar asked, and was surprised to see Roland frown. "Is something the matter?"
"I usually do not leave my booth. Can you have Stigandr fly here?" Roland asked as he pointed to an open space next to his booth. It wasn't that Roland didn't want to leave, but ever since Trinn and Tismri returned, Roland disliked going to the main camped area, out of fear that the two Riders would manage to sense him, even through the wards and magic that he had placed upon himself to hide him from everyone.
"Oh, but, uh, I don't think Stigandr can fit." Einar looked at the field, and he was right. The field was made more for dragons that were much smaller than the silver dragon.
Roland sighed. He would have to be very cautious. He picked up his side bag of tools and slung it over his shoulder. He also picked up his cane. "I see you are right. Very well. Take me to your dragon, Silver Hand." Roland declared and used his cane to usher Einar along.

The two headed over to the main field of Riders and Dragons, all the while, Einar walked patiently along the limping tanner, and Roland, just hoped he wouldn't run into his old friends.

****
Feeling better than he had in days, Tristan finally had the energy to get out of his tent. However, he still felt the after effects of Meera's healing. He rubbed his chest absently, recalling Rom's blade slashing through him. Now, it was about a week since the surprised battle, and Tristan had managed to elude Teodora. Well, not really, he assumed she went to grab some food for them. That meant he had about 15 minutes tops. He quickly hurried to the large and spacious tent next to his. Slipping inside, he greeted his cousin.
"Hey Tenal Ka!" He gave his best innocent grin. He was suppose to be resting...

****
Sidhion sat quietly in his magical imprisonment; he sat in a field, where a magical barrier kept him contained. He could use no magic whilst inside, and Locien was allowed to be with him, but he too could do nothing against the barrier, but the dragon did little to attempt an escape. Sidhion had allowed and agreed to be captured. He had failed miserably in his ploy to unite Aeglaesia. He had failed in so many things. How could he have been so blinded by his own ambitions and pride? He was sitting cross-legged, appearing to be mediatating, but little peace could be found from it. Just guilt and sorrow. Why Tismri allowed him to live was a mystery to him.

Since his imprisonment, Sidhion refrained from speaking to anyone, except it be Tismri or Trinn. He could barely face his former friends whenever they came to speak with him, and so, his words were few, but honest. Locien, however, felt inclined to speak to whomever he wished, desiring to get acquited with the Varden. Sidhion could sense that the dragon wished to join the Varden, but his Rider thought it was a bit senseless at this point in their Wyrda.

As he was meditating, Sidhion thought he heard footsteps approach....

[Tismri]

Tenel Ka sat in her tent, reading as usual. Aside from searching for any more dangerous artifacts her people may have created, she found the activity rather soothing after the battle that had just taken place. Reading took her mind off the stress of the world for a while. Still, she couldn't properly relax; every few minutes her eyes would drift over to where the magic chest lay hidden beneath the ground. They now had four emeralds. There were three left to find.
She looked toward the flaps of the tent when she heard someone slip inside. Tristan was standing there, the same grin on his face as he always had. She could tell he was still in some discomfort, though. She felt guilt enter her heart when she saw him. If she had allowed him to command the front lines as he had requested, he wouldn't have received so grave a wound. She had thought that keeping him close to her would make him safer, but it had resulted in a distaster that nearly took his life.
"Tristan," she said, her voice warm but slightly reproachful. "I trust you have a good reason for coming to see me when you should be resting. Teodora will probably beat you black and blue if she found you here." She smirked slightly, but then concern entered her expression. "How are you?" she asked him.
~~~~~
Tismri walked to the field where they had left Sidhion. She had made it a point to visit him every day since he was captured. She sensed that their battle had left him broken, and she was afraid he would be driven even farther into the void of insanity if he was left alone too long. Also, the field was one of the few places her mob of cult worshippers could not follow her. She found solace in being alone with old friends; although her sharp ears could hear the concerned cries whenever her followers could no longer go with her. She was sure Sidhion could hear them as well.
When she stood before him, Tismri sat down in the grass in front of Sidhion, sitting in quiet companionship for a few moments.
"How does the day greet you, fricai?" she asked him, hoping he would look her in the eye today.

[Max452]

Tristan's grin turned sheepish at the mention of Teodora. "Uh, well, I kinda wanted to talk to you in private..." He muttered, grateful that he had such a close relationship with his cousin. He didn't miss the change of her voice and expression. "I'm doing great!" He feigned a smile. He was actually still in lingering pain, but he wasn't going to let anyone know that. They would make him stay in his tent forever if they knew. His smile faltered slightly, feeling bad to lie to Tenal Ka. He shuffled in his spot, leaning a against one of her stacks of books. "I'm mending, Tenal Ka..." He whispered, knowing that her enhanced hearing would pick it up. "I think its just the affects of the magic...it's been dying down a lot, but...well...its hard to sleep at night sometimes..." He told her honestly, but then cleared her throat. "Bah, let's talk about something else." His former grin returned. "I was, uh, wondering, if I could talk to you about Teodora?" Tristan began, "I want to ask her to be my wife." Tristan stared at Tenal Ka, hoping she understood why he was telling her this. It was not only because he wanted to share the news with his cousin, but as Queen Mother, he wanted her opinion and blessing. By marrying Teodora, a commoner in the eyes of the people, would now add an additional competitor to the throne. Tristan knew of course that Teodora had no aspirations for Queen, let alone, know that Tristan was now thinking about marrying her, but those in their family would target Teodora. Through their union, Teodora would be placed in more danger, especially with her background. Now, he came to his cousin, for advice.

***
Sidhion sighed, feeling the presence of Tismri before she sat down. She had visited everyday since he was in this blasted barrier. Again, the questions of Why entered into his mind. He was a traitor, a worthless Rider, and more importantly, a worthless friend. Despite his feelings for her, Sidhion sometimes wished she would just spare him the misery. When Tismri finally spoke, Sidhion said nothing for a few moments, contemplating his thoughts for an answer. "The day greets me the same as it always does." Sidhion finally declared in a quiet tone, his eyes remaining closed. His ears could pick up the quiet discontentment of Tismri's adorning fanatics. They were quite troublesome. He wondered idly how Tismri could deal with such batter. However, he was glad, that today, they were more quiet. "It seems your followers are a bit more forlorn today." He commented, sensing Locien shuffle as he went to greet Tismri.
Would you like me to scare them again? Locien offered, recalling the first time Tismri came to visit. Her followers, well, followed her along, curious to see why she wished to visit the enemy. Well, Locien had been quite annoyed with their loud voices overpowering their conversation with Tismri and simply roared...very viciously. It had terrified them enough to leave their beloved idol alone for a moments peace.
"What is it it that you wish to speak today?" He asked, keeping with the pleasantries, if only to remember their former friendship.

***
Romulus walked quietly in the camp, feeling dejected and embarrassed about his actions the week before. He could feel the nervous and threatening glances from the soldiers. They were weary that he was indeed himself again. How could he blame them? He had acted very violently to them. Some, knew of course that Sidhion was responsible for his actions, but others, who did not understand, thought him a traitor. Romulus sighed. He was beginning to wonder if he belonged here and idly wondered if he should return to his isolate wanderings. His mind drifted to Remus. No. He still had his own desires to fullfill, as a righteous anger filled him, reminding him of his goal. Ever since Sidhion took possession of his mind, Rom felt his mood shift slightly. He was irritable at things that never bothered him before, and worse, his mind reflected more on his revenge against his brother. Even to the point of desiring to kill him for his imperfections and betrayal. He shook the thoughts out of his head. He never had wanted to kill him before...just simply have him charged for what he had done to him. To seek justice...but...now...he was entertaining the thought of killing in cold blood. What had Sidhion done to him? Slightly terrified of what he might do, he sought out a new found friend. He headed over to the Ismalian Queen's pavillion.

[Tismri]

Tenel Ka could see through Tristan's lie. She was close enough to him to be able to tell his honest expressions from his dishonest ones. She was relieved, though saddened, when he whispered the truth. She hated knowing that it was her fault he was in pain. It was always her fault...even from back when they were children, she had caused him to be banished.
She was distracted from her misery by what Tristan said next. He wanted to discuss Teodora? What could she have to say about her? She blinked once.
"You want to marry her?" she asked. Then a broad grin crossed her face and a delighted laugh escaped her throat--expressions she had not had for a very long time. "It's about time!" she declared. It had been torture all this time watching the two of them go back and forth on how they felt about each other, when she could clearly see that they were madly in love. She walked over to Tristan and gave him a hug, trying not to cause him pain.
She heard from outside some guarded voices. Since Tristan was hurt and Teodora had been watching over him, several soldiers had taken it upon themselves to assume their places until he was better. Their voices were muffled, so she couldn't tell what the ruckus was about.
"Excuse me a minute, Tristan," she said as she walked toward the tent entrance. "Kivor, Jurgen, what is all this about?" she asked as she went out, then looked up to find herself face-to-face with Rom. Now she understood; ever since Sidhion's attack, when he had possessed Rom, most of her people had gained a great distrust of the man. She knew, though, that she could trust him. "Oh, hello Romulus," she greeted him as the guards tried to jump between the two of them. Tenel Ka sighed and placed her hand on her hip--her equivalent of crossing her arms impatiently. "For shards' sakes, men. He's not going to attack me. If he wants to come in, let him." The guards withdrew hesitantly and one of them muttered "He has before."
~~~~~
Tismri was disappointed when Sidhion refused to open his eyes. He seemed so miserable, and she wished there was some way she could encourage him.
She sighed in slight irritation when he mentioned her followers. "They are much the same as they have always been," she told him. "They were wound up in a bit of a frenzy after the battle, terrified of the thought of my death. They have only recently begun to back off to their usual level of fanaticism." Those people were always a touchy subject for her. On the one hand, she truly wished to help them. They were seeking guidance and counsel. But they were looking for exactly what they wanted, and whenever she spoke with them, they would twist her words to mean what they wished. They didn't want help; they wanted someone to tell them what they wanted to hear, no matter that it was lies that would leave them disappointed in the end. She smiled at Locien for his offer; watching them flee in terror of him had been a rather amusing sight. "It doubt it would work a second time, with them already this distance away. I am afraid they would instead come to the conclusion that you were attacking me and they would rush to my defense."
She ran her hand over the grass as Sidhion ask what she wanted to speak about today. There was so much they could talk about. A few centuries ago, she would have discussed with him everything that had happened, and all her confusion. But since then, she had learned to ponder out her ideas on her own, though she had long wished for feedback from all her old friends; not just Sidhion and Trinn, but Oromis and Roland as well.
But instead of discussing such deep matters, she thought of lighter subjects.
"Spring approaches," she told him. "New life arises, second chances are born. Can you sense it as you meditate?" she asked. She placed one hand over his and reached out to touch his mind. She wanted to guide his thoughts toward the blooming flowers, and the recently hatched birds that were chirping in their nests. The land was vibrant after the long cold of winter.

[Max452]

Tristan's grin grew more sincere and genuine as Tenal Ka hugged him. He loved hearing her laugh again. She did that rarely these days. She was so stressed, but perhaps, if Teodora accepted, their wedding would provide some happiness for her. He then heard the soldiers outside mutter. He sighed and nodded as Tenal Ka went to check out what was going on. He kept close to her, too, unsure what was going on and there as her protector. He was surprised to see that gray haired man. His lips twitched out of annoyance. Not because the man nearly killed him; he understood that he was not himself so forgave him with ease. No, the reason for his irritation was because he always thought Romulus far too nobler and good looking than himself. He always feared that he desired to take Teodora from him, or worse, that Teodora would fancy Romulus over him. He snorted to himself as Tenal Ka allowed him in. "Aye, let him in, you bloody fools. He's a friend." Feeling a bit exhausted, Tristan found a seat on one of Tenal Ka's tower of books.

***
"I will not harm her, I promise." Romulus told the soldiers repeatedly, feeling saddened at the notion that he would harm Tenal Ka. He was about to leave when the soldiers kept glaring and insisting he could not enter. His eyes lit up, however, when Tenal Ka opened the tent flap. He gave her a grateful smile and a smaller one to Tristan. He was the same toward him as usual. Having been permitted to enter, Romulus slipped inside the tent, away from the judgements of those outside. "How are you doing, Queen Mother?" He asked her politely. "And you, Prince Tristan? You look better."
Tristan shrugged. "I'm fine. That sword of yours couldn't cut cheese, let alone me. I suggest you either sharpen it or get a better one." He smirked.

***
"If they annoy you so much, why not simply tell them." Sidhion replied, an odd sincerity in his voice as he heard the annoyance in Tismri's voice. "I am sure they would appreciate honesty rather than have Locien scare them again." He told her, feeling another wave of nostalgia grip him. He missed how they use to talk. It was shaken away when Locien spoke.

If you allow me to be free for one moment, I can roast them for you.... The dragon jibed. Or feast on them...I am getting rather hungry. I've already devoured the food that was delivered this morning. The dragon replied, finding it rather annoying that their little barrier held no real prey he could eat.

Sidhion nearly laughed out loud at Tismri's attempt to talk about the season. He did not miss the words she used, either. It appeared she wasn't backing down on the idea that he could have a second chance. He suddenly tensed at the feel of Tismri's hand upon his. A another wave of emotion hit him, followed by Tismri's mind trying to guide him toward the new life around them. He allowed her to do so. He was already quite aware of it all, but having Tismri's mind touch his made him appreciate his surroundings a bit more. Spring also brought other thoughts to Sidhion's mind and the elf quickly pulled back from Tismri's mind from embarrasment. His eyes shot open, maintaining their usual stoic nature. He decided it was safer to appear angry rather then accept the feelings he was experiencing. "Why do you insist on coming here, Tismri?" Sidhion regretfully slipped his hand out from Tismri's. His eyes hardened. "The friend you seek to save is long gone. Idle chatter will not bring him back." Locien whined then, wishing his Rider would come to his senses. Sidhion...
Stay out of this, Locien. His eyes snapped to Locien, and quickly back to Tismri's own. "I am too far gone, Shur'tugal." He told her.

***
Roland stared at Stigandr which caused a sense of longing for his own dragon entered him. It had been so long since he had flown on dragonback. To feel the cool breeze of the wind. To feel free and powerful in the sky. There would never be any comparasion to the feelings that flight gave you when one rode their dragon. He sensed the steady gaze of the dragon and released himself from his own reverie. "So, let us see how big Stigandr has grown, eh?" Roland chuckled, taking on the persona of Erik Deschain, the eccentric tanner of the Varden. "Well, well, Silver Hand, you are quite right...that saddle of yours needs to be bigger or you'll impale yourself on those nasty pointy things there." Roland used his cane to point at Stigandr's spikes.

Stigandr shuffled, pleased that he had grown. Einar scratched the back of his head. "Aye, the saddle straps can't even go around his belly anymore, at first, I feared that he was eating too much..."
Stigandr snorted, smoke trailing out of his nostrils. You assumed I became FAT?! Stigandr glared at his rider. I am NOT fat!
What? You are eating more than normal.
Because I'm getting BIGGER! Not FATTER! The dragon growled out.
Einar didn't reply and then noticed Roland's anticipating stare. Einar then realized that the man had said something, but Einar was too preoccupied with his little spat with Stigandr to notice. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"
"I will have to create a new saddle, Silver Hand. One that will be adjustable for one of Stigandr's size. It should suit him for a few more years. Perhaps even until he reaches the size of those "Ancient" dragons." Roland hated using the term Ancient, but, he had to blend in, and so, he would use the language of the humans for now.
"Really? So you won't be able to salvage Stigandr's old saddle?"
Roland shook his head. "That I cannot do. The crafting of my saddles are a bit more different than that. I will have to start from stratch. It will take about a week."
"How much will that cost?"
"100 gold crowns." Roland replied simply.
"100!!!" Einar groaned. That was a lot of money.
"I trust you are honorable, Rider Einar, you may pay me what you owe when you can."
Einar nodded. "I only have 25 on me, but I will pay you the rest soon. You have my word." He reached into his pockets and gave all that he had. Perhaps Gianna would not mind making a trip here? I think I saved up about 500 with her...
At that thought, Stigandr's mood brightened. I don't think Gladia would mind. He commented.
"Well, I'll get right on it, Silver Hand. It will be done in a week." He reminded them, and began to hobble back to his isolated booth. Glad that so far, he had not run into his old comrades.

[Rainbow Dash]

Therin walked from the Varden camp and into a distant field, he was distraught at the destruction the battle had caused. "So many lives just flickering out of existence...how is this possible?" He wondered to himself as wandered in the field where some of the battle had transpired. He could tell this by the seemingly end red stains on the green of the grasses. It sickened him, he continued walking but his thoughts slipped from one death to another. His mind took him back into Woodcrest, where he watched all he loved die, where he was burned and tortured by his own uncle until even his own brother didn't recognize him anymore. His mind dwelled on that until he quite literally stumbled upon two other riders. Aware of his surrounding now, but still unsure of how he arrived there he quickly scrambled to his feet. "I am sorry for the intrusion, my mind was else where." He mumbled quietly, still slightly distraught over Vylrin's (his brother's elven wife) strange comatose state. He made to continue on his way until a thought crossed his mind and it caused him to stop completely, "So much loss in my family...could my brother bare to lose her as well?" He turned and gazed at the pair of riders one was a beautiful woman, and the other the man he had seen fighting two ancients at once before Mammon made himself known. He looked dead into their eyes, with a look he hoped looked disarming but his red eyes always seemed to make him look menacing "Could you...could you aid my brother's wife...something is wrong with her and despite my trainings I can't do anything!" He pleaded sheepishly.

[Tismri]

Tenel Ka smiled as Rom entered, rather glad of his presence. She was afraid somehow that after the battle last week he would avoid speaking with her. She had always thought of him as an ally, and perhaps even a friend. And something about his presence made her heart beat rather unevenly: one moment, it would seem to stop, the next it would race. It was not an unpleasant sensation, though she was unable to explain it.
She was very slightly embarrassed by Tristan's implication that Rom's sword was dull. She was never able to understand why her cousin acted like this toward him. He always had, and it rather annoyed her.
"I am doing well, thank you," she told Rom. "And please, you do not have to refer to me by my title. Tenel Ka would do, Romulus." She gave a glance over a Tristan. "Don't mind him," she said, "Tristan is just in a foul mood because he has been forcibly bedridden for the past week." She gave a small laugh and looked back at Rom. "And how have you been?" she asked him.
~~~~~
OOC: Why does this always happen? Somehow our characters tend to randomly have two conversations going on at once. lol.

Tismri smiled at the peaceful springtime surroundings, glad Sidhion seemed willing to share the moment with her. She was observing a couple of birds feeding their young when she briefly felt a strange emotion from her elven friend before he forcibly removed contact of his mind from her. When she opened her eyes to meet his, he seemed angry for some reason unknown to her. She stared into his eyes calmly as he asked her his questions.
"A second chance does not mean reviving what once was," she told him, her emerald gaze unwavering. "I too am not what I was centuries ago. We are constantly changing. No, a second chance means putting aside what once was, as well as what is, and starting over." She sighed and gazed out at the distant horizon for a moment, allowing her words to reach him.
"Do you wish me to leave now, Sidhion?" she asked him after a while. "If so, I shall, and I will return tomorrow to see how you fare."

[Max452]

OOC: James, who is Therin talking to? Is it random varden warriors that you would like us to play? or are you referring to Tenal Ka, Romulus and Tristan who are in the Ismalian tent? Those are the only people in the tent. Sidhion and Tismri are in an open field at the edge of the Varden camp. And Einar and Roland are in the Varden camp. I'm just a bit confused on whom Therin is talking to.

***
Romulus' lips glided into a soft smile as Tenal Ka invited him to address her in a more friendly manner. This pleased him greatly. His mood dimmed a bit on the mention of Tristan's rest. It was because of him that Tristan had nearly died. "Oh, well, his mood is understandable." He glanced over at Tristan, who seemed to be interested in the pile of books next to him. Rom's amber eyes went back to Tenal Ka's gray one's. "I am managing, as I imagine we all do in this world we live in." He replied with some humor, giving her as much truth as possible without really giving all his feelings. He suddenely wished he was alone with Tenal Ka. He seemed more willing to divulge his thoughts and feelings with her when they were alone. He glanced over at Tristan, who was now, inspecting a loose string on his shirt.

***
For some reason, Tristan suddenely felt like he was intruding on some private conversation between Tenal Ka and Romulus. Especially since, the man had just entered and spoke only a few words AND had caused Tenal Ka to laugh. That wasn't her fake laugh...but a real laugh...although, it sounded a bit embarrassed...he couldn't be sure, but still, the fact remained: Romulus got her to laugh.

It was a strange feeling. As if a shift in the air had just occurred. He gazed down, thoughtfully, at some books next to him, ignoring Tenal Ka's attempt to apologize to Romulus about his little jibe moments ago. The Prince refrained from rolling his eyes. Honestly, why was Tenal Ka being so nice to the man...especially after him trying to kill her. True, Rom was not himself, but it was just weird on how Tenal Ka seemed to act around the tracker, especially since Rom started to appear more frequently this past week. Not that Tenal Ka wasn't nice to people, it was that her behaviour seemed to change to a more...pleasant one...a happier one. Tristan's eyes widened as he stared at the books before him. Could it be? He started to fidget and stared at a loose string on his shirt. He wondered if Teodora noticed Tenal Ka's behaviour around Rom. This brightened his mood a bit more. It meant that Teodora was all his. Tristan stood up abruptly.

"Well, I think Teodora may be back. I think I shall go see. After all, I don't want to be black and blue." He winked over at Tenal Ka. "We'll talk more later, cousin. I still wish to sort out some details with you, to uh, figure out a best way to approach my...uh, goal." He smiled knowingly and spoke cryptically on purpose. Rom looked at Tristan quizzically, but was somewhat glad that the Prince left the tent. Somewhat, because, now, he felt that gnawing nervous feeling whenever he was alone with the Queen Mother.

"Hmm, what did he mean, if it isn't impolite to inquire?" Rom asked Tenal Ka once Tristan was gone.

***
Tristan snuck back into his tent, wondering if Teodora was back yet. A part of him hoped not. She would have discovered him gone and no doubt would be met by her fists.

***
Sidhion felt unnerved and flustered at Tismri's calmness. She had definitely progressed since a century before. He felt his jaw tighten at the mention of second chances again. She was a persistant one.
And you the stubborn one. Locien replied with annoyance. She only wishes to help. Locien pleaded with his rider. Sidhion stubbornly ignored his dragon.
"Nor am I the same a century ago, Tismri." Sidhion nearly growled out, annoyed that she could illicit so many emotions from him all at once. "I remain devote to my path. I will not deviate. Why do you insist on trying to deter me from it?" Sidhion replied, his voice was leveled, but the tone was more of a plea than anger. Silent proceeded to dominate their conversation for a few moments. He was caught off guard by Tismri's next words. Did he wish her to leave? No. He did not, but the more exposure he had to her, the more he felt his mind wavering from his goals. She was complicating everything! He thought he had buried these feelings for her. He was silent a few more minutes. "No...I do not desire you to leave yet." He whispered, seemingly more calm. He sighed. Stupid emotions.

[Tismri]

Tenel Ka smiled a bit as Rom replied to her, but she had the feeling it was only a pleasantry answer, without any real depth. She was aware of Tristan's presence in the tent, which made the situation both more relaxed and more awkward than usual.
"I'm glad to hear it," she replied to Rom, finding her gaze drawn to his mesmerizing amber eyes. Something about them was just so uncommon; she believed they had to be the most beautiful set of eyes in the world.
She forced herself to look back at Tristan as he took his leave. She smiled a bit at his words, knowing what he meant. Then she turned back to Rom.
"Oh, he and I just have some...political and personal matters to discuss," she explained. She often used that phrase to mean family matters, as such topics usually covered both areas.
At Tristan's absence, Tenel Ka felt a certain nervousness bundle inside her. It was not an uncommon feeling; truth be told, she had long felt this way whenever she happened to be alone with Rom. It was as if there was a charge in the air, ready to zap at any moment. She found herself staring at Rom again for a few moments before she came to herself.
"Where are my manners?" she asked, half to herself. "Would you care for a seat, Romulus?" She wasn't sure if sitting would change anything in the atmosphere, but it had to be less awkward than standing around staring at each other.
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Tismri was truly confused by Sidhion. One moment the elf seemed angry with her, and the next he was asking her to stay. She was unsure why he was acting in such a way.
"Very well," she replied to him. "If that is what you wish, I will stay." She sat in silence for another few moments as a breath of wind stirred the air around them. A question came to her mind.
"Have you found your definition of purity yet, Sidhion?" she asked him. It was one of their oldest debates, and he had never been able to give her a satisfactory answer. Even if she didn't agree with him, she felt the answer may give her a better understanding of his current state.

[Rainbow Dash]

Occ: I was exhausted I will edit the post so it makes sense. Fixed it

[Max452]

OOC: My apologies, I forgot to mention in my first post that Sidhion is being kept in an invisible magical prison. Its like an invisible force field that doesn't allow any one to enter in or out without the right spell. And Tismri and Trinn placed Sidhion inside, so they are the only ones that know how to enter in and out with ease. Do you mind if we say that Therin stumbled into the barrier and just got shocked or something?

"Oh yes, I would be grateful to sit and talk with you." Romulus smiled and found an empty seat across from Tenal Ka. "I hope you do not mind my intrusion. I know how busy you are; I am grateful that you would oblige me." He sat down and placed his hands together on his lap, unsure exactly what to do. He never felt so unnerved before. True, he had his encounters with Meera's flirtations and would have enjoyed spending more time with her, but, she didn't seem to desire to just stick to one man. He sat in silence for a moment, before realizing the silence. "How has the day been treating you, Tenal Ka?" He asked, liking how her name sounded on his lips, as they continued their pleasantries.

***
Sidhion shuffled in his spot, gaining a more comfortable position. He sighed. "You do not have to stay on my account, fricai." Sidhion whispered. "If you desire to leave, you need no permission from me." He stared at a fleck of grass for a moment, feeling the silence that once again dominated their conversation. Sidhion sat in quiet contemplation, wondering about the resurface of his feelings. He felt Locien shuffle again. The dragon sat himself upon his side, intending to sleep. He was a bit bored about their conversation, but was enjoying the fact that Sidhion had not chased Tismri off this time.

Sidhion glanced up, upon hearing Tismri's question. Sidhion pondered about his answer for a moment, his eyes drifting to a wandering man. He ignored the man, as he had ignored everyone else that passed through. He sighed when he gazed back at Tismri. "You insist on asking the same questions, Tismri. You should know my answer already. Purity is in-corruption. It is a state of righteousness and innocence mingled with the knowledge that you are doing something for the greater good. It is a state that is free of corruption and selfless. It knows no pride or wickedness, only charity and righteousness. It something that must be acquired. Only few, I believe, will ever attain it. but once attained, utopia and harmony will be present." He explained to her. "And sometimes, to attain this purity...one must sacrifice his soul to do so..and thereby becoming impure..." His eyes drifted to his own reflection, a bit of sadness within them. He had become the thing he despised, but he knew, if he could just get everything in motion, then his peace would come true...he hoped. "Do you still disagree with my perspective?" He asked.

Upon finishing his explanation, he heard the wanderer talk. Sidhion immediately retreated from the conversation, his stoic and stoned expression on his face. The man's appearance caused little emotion from him, let alone acknowledgment. He closed his eyes and entered into a more reclusive behaviour than he already was, which gave him the excuse of no longer divulging any of more of his feelings and thoughts to Tismri. She still hadn't answered his question of Why she cared for his redemption. She should realize that there was none for a tainted soul like him.

[Rainbow Dash]

Occ: that's cool
Therin placed his hand on the barrier and yelled "If you have any soul you will atleast let me know you are there, that you can hear me." He let tears fall freely from his face for the first time in his life since his families death. He was at a loss for words, Jaygon had taught him to protect the weak, to aid those who needed him, but for all his training he could do nothing. He couldn't mend her his dark magic was ment for healing but for destruction. He was a broken man and hopelessly lost in a ever darkening world. "Please...just please...say anything..." He begged as he rested his head on the invisible wall.

[Jay]

"Lift your head Therin," Jaygon said from behind. "When I took you in you had a fire in you, you had resolve. Where is that now? If you truly had the resolve of a warrior that barrier wouldn't stand a chance against you!" Jaygon yelled. "Pitiful! I take my eyes off you for one second and you turn into a crying babe on the ground. Pathetic! Maybe I was wrong about you."

[Tismri]

"I don't mind at all," Tenel Ka replied as she took her seat. The two of them sat in silence for several moments. It wasn't an awkward silence for Tenel Ka, but rather one she enjoyed. It was friendly, not the quiet of someone waiting for a response of an official nature. After a few minutes, Rom spoke again.
"It has been treating me fairly, I suppose," she told him. After a moment, she sighed. "Every day brings us closer to Uru'baen," she said, her eyes unfocused for a moment. "Once there, we will either defeat the mad king, or meet our demise." She looked down at her lap for a moment, a gloomy expression on her face. "Either way, I will have to say goodbye to Alagaesia."

OOC: Rethinking my response for Tismri again...this may take a little while.

[Rainbow Dash]

Therin felt anger build up inside him "You have no idea what I have been through watching as everyone I love is burned alive, my father, my sister, my betrothed. Then to be turned into a hideous monster, to be shunned by ky own race. To lose my entire village, and now my own brother is at risk of losing the one thing he loves most. And you call me a babe? I bested your own failed apprentice how many times? Not for honor or for glory but to protect Welden, to protect this odd family. Master, I have accomplished trainings that would take most the better part of a century in but a few years, you even said it. I am more then what you expected but as hideous and as cold as I am, I am still just a human, and I cannot lose another member of my family. If these tears make me weaker then I am weaker, if my heart will kill me then I will die, but I will not deny myself the last shreds of humanity I have in me...I will not become some stoic machine, a sword to be at you side, I will continue being a man that is true to himself at all costs." Therin shouted as he turned to face Jaygon and placed his hands on his dual blade's hilts. "And if you call me weak again, Mammon will be the least of your worries." He said with a low growl.