After 350 years of blizzards and crushing ice, there is a slight lull in winter's fury, as if Mulcarn is distracted by something. The Children of Kylorin the last great Archmage take up their swords and seek to bring about The Thaw and save mankind!
he uses less kleproot than normal, as the last humans had a strong reaction to it.
He offers some of the tea to his siblings, "it will warm you" He attempts to make eye contact with flint, but his shyness takes over and he turns his head.
He glances at Saeldur and his brothers sleeping, and mutters the elven tongue.
be safe
as Vibrika offers food, the growing elf's head perks up... yes he is hungry, he wants to ask for food, but would never want to burden anyone. He lowers his eyes, not speaking, but his marked face tells all.
He looks to his hands, one empty, one with a peice of tattered blue silk....
Vibrika smiles as she picks up the look in Lehros' eyes. "Come we shall have something to eat while we wait for the others. It appears they fare better than us, as they still slumber. I can only take that as a good sign." She looks to Flint, as he has not said anything to her.
"Flint? Would you care for something to eat or drink?" She waits a moment to see if he answers her before leading Lehros away to find something to eat. For some reason, she can see herself becoming quite protective of the elf. Something about him brings out her mothering qualities.
We will find this f-ing troll, and kill it's f-ing ass.
Flint sits there at the fire rocking back and forth. The offered tea is put in his hand, but thte man never drinks it. Vibrika asks if he wants something to eat but the Bear doesn't reply to her. He is warming himself, almost in a trance, rocking back and forth. "Frozen. So cold. Again. Not again." He is starting to worry the other two as he appears to be blocking everything out by the fire as he rocks back and forth.
"He that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom." - Gandalf
J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring
Flint's behavoir begins to scare Vibrika and she moves across the room to the man. She gathers all the blankets from his bedding and Lehros' and starts to wrap the man up in them. She remembers finding him burried in snow and can't even imagine his terror at being engulfed twice in a lifetime. These cold times make everyone fear the cold setting in, many die once it takes hold of bones. She wraps him up and hopes he will be alright once he can feel the warmth of the fire and the pelts.
We will find this f-ing troll, and kill it's f-ing ass.
The young elf, is distraught, replaying the battle in his head... fool, if it was real you would be dead!!! he quietly ponders why he would ever risk his life for anyone like that. He has always been so carful, a true survivalist.
When Vibrika asks about food, ne nods 'œTh'¦ thank you' he tries to force a smile, but all that comes out is a grizzly sneer with gentle eyes. Without words, the boy is easily read.
Lehros is not used to the warmth of the fire, he moves away to a corner, the flames from the fire create dancing shadows, the mark on his face looking void, as if parts of his face was missing. He watches Vibrika buzz about caring for the two men, so kind.
He wishes he had some wisdom for Flint, something to say to help him feel better, Flint always seemed the most lively of his siblings, the sad look on his face pulls at the boys heart.
As Vibrika goes to the next room to get food, The elf speaks, 'œIn my tribe we have a saying'
'œif you hold your pain, you share your pain, if you share your pain, you must relieve their pain'
The soft lyrical sounds of the elven tongue rolls off his lips, with a strong majestic sound, almost royal, but then the half-elf changes back to the shy weak voice as he speaks the common tongue of the human tribes, 'œit means that when you hold in your pain, you hurt others, and it is your duty to ease the pain you are causing' He pauses, catches his breath'¦ panting as he does not speak often, the sweat beads on his forehead, his voice shakes. His glance shifts towards Vibrika, 'œmy brother, you must speak to at least ease her worries.'
He looks to the silk in his hand, emotions rising, his cheeks gather blood, and his white completion becomes pink, he folds the blue silk gently, and places it in his pocket.
He walks towards flint, with every intention to place his hand on his shoulder, as Saeldur would'¦ but he is too weak, he pauses near flint, then continues to the doorway, Lehros steps into the cold looking to the heavens at the moon, he thinks of his mother why is this world so painful?
Flint looks into the fire as he is covered in blankets by Vibrika. Lehros tries to talk to him, to comfort him, and the Bear Tribe warrior turns from the fire long enough to listen to his half brother. Without thinking Flint raises his hand and touches his own cheak, tracing invisible lines on his own face that mirror those of Lehros. He blinks a few times, and smiles at Vibrika meakly, "I'm alive." He touches his cheak again, "Your scars are out here." He then taps his chest, "Mind are in here."
"He that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom." - Gandalf
J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring
"Oh thank goodness!" Vibrika smiles brightly and hugs Flint as he speaks to them. She includes Lehros in the smile as well and gets up from the bed. Now ready to make them both some breakfast while they wait for hte others.
"Come! We shall eat something and it will break our fast and the hold that nightmare has on us all!"
We will find this f-ing troll, and kill it's f-ing ass.
Lehros takes a deep breath sucking in the brisk cold air, perhaps another would feel cold, but it warms Lehros, the cold is his home, his emotions fade, the sweat and pink cheeks disappear.
Hearing Vibrika talk he ducks back inside, his eyes lower as she smiles, but he silently moves to her. He has said enough for today. He makes brief eye contact, his white pupils dilated from looking at the moon.
His hand ducks to his pocket, he stares straight ahead as if trying to act as if thinking of some far off place, but it is easy to see that he is taking in all he can from his peripheral vision.
Flint perks up as his half sister gives him a hug. "Yes, let's eat." He nods to Lehros thanking him for the tea and but doesn't help cook. He is still very withdrawn and soft spoken now. He manges, "What was that? What... what happened to us?" He still seems not himself, but he's warming up.... slowly.
"He that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom." - Gandalf
J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring
Vibrika moves with efficient grace as she prepares a meal, not just for them but for all her siblings.
"I'm not sure what it was. But I think that we should have listened to Saeldur more. Perhaps it was a lesson for us all.. That we need to listen to each other, and grow from our life lessons as a group- or we might come into actual peril and fall." Her words are bleak as she contemplates the fact that she should be dead...
We will find this f-ing troll, and kill it's f-ing ass.
