An endless search for the unfindable.

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Please read the first post.

This roleplay is partly private due security reasons (read below)
You can join however if you ask me (mid) friendly if you can join.
I normally do not do this, but there are a few reasons why this is an exception.

This roleplay has been shared for a long time by Star and me, and we have grown to love it.
I am writing a book of it, since i have a whole plot in mind and the characters live this plot.
I have star's particular and explicit permission to use her characters and her posts in my book and she helps me by making sure there is not a single thing based upon, an existing manga, comic, film, book, ...

Anything that is based upon such a thing, and which i do not know of, will have a chance of appearing in the book, which will have the result that i am accused of plagiarism.

It is still possible to add a character as a main character, but
Thank you for your understanding. But due plot reasons they can not be as important as Dracio and Anna, the two main characters of the plot. They are the two to travel and complete their quest. People can always come along and help them, but it'll be mainly about those two. It'd be fairly hard to add another character in the same importance...

For more information, you can always visit the library

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*this will be a post with the characters*

*for a summary of the roleplay, please check the library*

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((This post will be a direct reply to the post Star made in the previous gang
again, if you would like to know what happened before, you can always check the library ))

As soon as the blade striked the female in the tree, the strange energy seemed to flow again out of Dracio's body. He felt tired, holding the earth elf gently in his arms. He could curse. Their journey had yet to begin properly and the water elf was dying and he didn't quite know where Anna was heading at, at the moment. She was still breathing, and that was a good sign.

He gave a short look at Kirius, to make sure the dvarc was still there.
Kirius on the other hand looked still quite pale and stepped backwards, stumbling a bit. Unfortunately, his foot got stuck in a root and he fell backwards on the ground. He seemed to try to recover himself as he frowned. "So if even that can't kill him, what can?" he muttered.

Dracio had not noticed the water elf getting up. But when he turned, he saw the man standing miserably against a tree.

“They would have noticed those lovely fireworks. Let’s move before they find who it was that burnt there loving trees”

"Locus?" he asked, "man, are okay?" Dracio knew the question was not a smart one, nor one that needed to be asked. He could see well enough that Locus wasn't okay. "You look miserable." he muttered softly before actually replying to his sayings.
"Besides. Who should have noticed this? Earth elves? Anna herself said nobody would enter these woods. Not even ea..."


Anna just spoke. He had frozen as she had said her name. He was holding her, and it just hit him, smacking him hard in the face.
When she asked him why he was holding her, he prompty let her go, letting her drop and fall to the ground.
"I'm not holding you." he replied to her in a steady voice, not daring to look at her.

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(Tis not long as I must leave D: I promise many long posts later)

"Besides. Who should have noticed this? Earth elves? Anna herself said nobody would enter these woods. Not even ea..."

Ignoring the first questions he answers.
“They wouldn’t normally, but pretty blue flames often catch there eye” the sarcasm in his voice was thick enough to eat.
Though, he was rudely interrupted by Anna’s awakening.

Too much motion, too soon. Anna hurt, from falling twice and her lunch was threatening to come back to haunt her.
"I'm not holding you."
Uncomfortable and embarrassed she turned her emotions into a shield. Amen for anger.
“Apparently not anymore, what’s the matter fire elf? No one ever bothered teaching you to be a gentleman?”
slightly to pail she began to lift herself up from the ground.
-do I really discus him that much?-
“Or do you get kicks out of seeing people at your feet? Are you that power hungry?”
Oh god, she was going to cry and she wouldn’t do it. Not in fort of him no way was she going to embarrass herself further.
She bit her lower lip as she stood, slightly uneven, but up.
Actually her world was spinning, spinning every every fast.
“Or does it make you feel like a man?”
Surprisingly cold, apparently she really was mad and embarrassed. I wouldn’t go pushing her buttons if I were you.

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(but dracio loves pushing buttons, certainly with his short fuse )

When locus had replied to him, Dracio had taken a carefull look at him. The look in his eyes was somehow... different. The normal irritating happy smile was gone too. He frowned, but did not say anything back. He knew locus was right and it bothered him. Anyone would have noticed these blue fires in this forest.

Instead, he focused on Anna. "You want me to be a gentleman eh?" he replied simply, but the frown got deeper and reveiled he had been stepped on his toes. "So you want me to be a gentleman, earth elf. Do you know what a fire elven gentleman does for a woman? He brings her the finest gift there is. An earth elf. Enslaved. Captured. Dishonored. Even Dead." he had spat out the last words to her. "Still sure you want me to be a gentleman? Psesh." He had seen the watery glance in her eyes, but didn't say anything about it.

“Or does it make you feel like a man?”
His eyes caught fire. He looked straight at her. "Typical for earth elves," he said. he wanted to hurt at the moment. For one moment, he had actually cared for her well-being. He was afraid she had been hurt. Now he could banish himself from his own race. He, a fire elf, and such a reaction for an earth elf? He spat on the ground.

Kirius stepped forwards and seemed a bit intimidated by the whole thing. "Okay, well, umm," he said, stumbling on his words, even a bit stuttering. "Let's forget this incident and move out, okay?" he quickly threw a glance to the left and the right, but before he could do anything, Dracio was ahaid of him. "Don't interfere with this. The earth elf seems to like throwing accusations all around in here. Let her be. Let her do her thing." With that last words, he had looked at her with a venomous look. "Let her try to cause a conflict in here. Perhaps she will meet the fire elven rage she is looking for."

Than he had remembered the message he had gotten.
"Tell her i care. That i love her. That deep within the forest, birds and creatures sing."
He forced it out of his head. No. He would not tell her. Not now. No.

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-Disgusting. Look at him little flower. Look at the soot which stains your earth-
But…
-no. We must be rid of it. It’s a monster! Look at it! Look! He lives only to torment! He destroyers! Taints! Everything!-

Anna’s nostrils flared, her hands clenched; and for a moment, just a moment, Anna could have been mistaken for a fire elf, whose tempers flared instead of being the cool headed stone of an earth elf.

Am I any better?
-of course you are little flower-
No. no I’m really not.

She visibly calmed down, shut down, retreated back to her inner cave.
“How very proud you must be Dracio. To put others so far below yourself the you believe others are only there to serve you”
She raised a hand to silence him.
“Still. I am at fault. Forgive me, my temper flared. If you prefer, we can both pretend that each other don’t excites, or maybe we can simply get over our own egos”
She went to turn away from him, but faulted as she met Locus’s gaze. She went to speak, but Locus got there first.
“This isn’t something you can simply make ‘go away’” ((occ: I wonder what he is talking about O:))
It was obvious she wanted to ague with it, but they hadn’t time.
“Fine.”
She muttered shortly before twisting quickly and walking away.

Locus fallowed soon after, Stepping roughly on the thorn that had pierced his soul the moment before hand.

Perhaps if the group had cared to notice, they would have watched the spilt water elves blood slowly turn clear, as if it it’s self was water. But if they had stayed a moment longer, they could have watched it turn black and watched it as it poisoned the land it stained.





They had been walking for a while. The twisting dead trees growing thicker, taller and closer together the further they walked. Locus was hunched over, lagging behind somewhat, where Anna seemed to be straightening up somewhat, walking finer steps and all over, making herself more of a lady.
Before at last she stoped. Sniffed at the air, shifted some pebbles with her left foot and turned around.
“We will rest here for the night, we are quite close to the city, but it is rude to show up while the sun sets. And we need every small advantage we can get if we are to see the king”

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((To make up for that post. I’m making it spring D<))
The night sky glittered brightly above, as if the gods themselves sprinkled an extra bit of magic across them. But it wasn’t the skies beauty that kept her awake, it was the calling.
The calling of the well.
She visibly shivered as her gaze drifted to the twisted trees that surrounded them, they felt the call to, she knew they did, they whispered to her pleasant thoughts, small pleas for her to follow.
The calling had been so strong when they had first entered the forest, that she had distanced herself as much as possible. Fearing what might happen if she drunk for the well. The call lessened when Dracio had killed the brother and sister’s bodies.
But now…
She shivered again, drawing her cloak closer around her. She dared not move closer to the fire, Dracio had started it and she refused to be comforted by him twice in one day. She couldn’t trust herself anymore. She felt as though the wall that once surrounded her had been ripped from her, leaving a clear path to the very things she locked herself away from.
A soft laugh traveled along the breeze. Twisted and cold.
It was the sisters.
She brought her knees to her chest, enclosing herself in a small bundle.
They were dead creatures those brother and sister. They had been dead for centuries. But there poisoned souls remained. For now they hid themselves amongst the trees, weaving plans between the branches, waiting for the unlucky foe who wondered off on there own.
Hopefully the next creature they possessed would be no more powerful then the last they met. Her heart tugged at the thought. Were the elves she helped Dracio kill, had they been brother and sister? Were there souls condemned like the demons?
Demons…
She caught herself staring off to the west. The well, it was so close. She could feel it. The ancient stones that held the waters in place, the things that hid beneath the dark waters; the things that had no names. Just one sip, that would be all it would take; and she could deny destiny. Literately.
She could join with a new family, start afresh. Her soul could join the brother’s and sister’s. She could belong, she would belong. They would welcome her to them. She knew.
But didn’t she already belong? Before she could catch herself she spared a glance at Dracio. Her face automatically blushing.
He must think she’s weak.
Faint after faint, attack after attack. She blushed harder, turning her gaze to the cold ground. God, she would do anything to have her forest at her back again, she was nothing without it. It was like half of her was missing, half of who she was somewhere far away. She should have never let Dracio come with her. She should have traveled night and day until at last she had taken those orcs out.
Then she would have been home. Blissfully unaware of the emendable end, the last battle that would foretell what would be to come. But now, the weight of the world hung on their shoulders; and you where only as strong as your weakest link. The weakest link? She scoffed. That would be her.
That would be her, but not anymore.
No, she would rebuild her wall. She would show them all, that she wasn’t weak. That she didn’t need comfort. Or family.
She never needed her family.

Unshed tears dared to flow, but she blinked them back. She had always been alone; and was still now.
She didn’t need anyone.
Let alone Dracio.

Lying down on the dead ground she found herself getting lost in the whispers of the well. Wishing once and for all that she was just an Earthelf. They would feel the call, hear the whispers. But they didn’t understand them. Not like her.

Anna shivered for a third time. Before her eyes finally lost the fight to stay awake.
She fell into a dead sleep.
And so silently she hoped, an endless one.
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Locus had stayed close to the shadows, clinging to what little warmth it gave to his icy skin. He could feel the blackened blood that pumped through his body, slowly eating it’s way to his soul.
He decided he would call it ‘Grief’. Oh the pun, it almost made him laugh. Almost.
Inhaling deeply he decided it was time to break the awkward silence that had engulfed them since Anna had chosen to camp. Anna, he spared a glance her way. She had hidden herself within the shadows, on the edge of the fires light. Like a wolf waiting acceptance into a new pack. By the sounds of her breath, she was fast asleep.
“I hope you both realize what were getting our selves into here”
He gabbed at the fire with strange interest. Though his voice held coldness.
“Trust me, you will need to be prepared.”
Something about the way he said it, gave the hint he wasn’t talking about there quest.
“Spring is not an ideal time to travel through an Earth elves territory. It’s when they are at there strongest and…well. I just hope you are ready.”

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“How very proud you must be Dracio. To put others so far below yourself the you believe others are only there to serve you”
Dracio looked up for to this comment. Wanting to reply something bit his teeth when she reaised her hand to silence him.
Get over our own egos. Ha! Dracio quite knew what she meant. The meaning behind the words was that he should get over his ego and drop the whole thing.
He bit his teeth even more not to reply anything to her because he was quite tired after this day and he noticed that she was aswell. There would be time enough to proove her wrong.

He didn't say anything to her anymore. Not a word. and he wasn't planning on saying more either. Not to anyone.
But, he wasn't in a good mood and Locus, which hadn't looked very well, seemed to speak more, and his pact with himself was dropped.

“Spring is not an ideal time to travel through an Earth elves territory. It’s when they are at there strongest and…well. I just hope you are ready.”

Dracio looked at him, "tell us something we don't know." he spat out. "They say this is when they are the most accepting too. I wouldn't want to run into them in the winter, when everything is dead."

But he just turned around and didn't pay any attention to anything that was replied.
He climbed into one of the trees and closed his eyes. He sat one of the biggest branches of the tree, nice and comphortable.
It didn't take all to long for him to fall asleep, but it would not be a good night for him.

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"Bluuueee fiiiirree eeeehhhhhh" "Look at him!" "Look at the freak there!" "youngman, stop it at once!" "Oh, the freak is coming!" "Haha! there's that stupid kid!" "forest burned down, and he's the 'victim' they say. Ha!" "Oh no, the idiotic nincompoop is coming here. quick, pretend we're talkin about something else." "people say he spits fire and throws acid" "whitchery, they say." "there's talk about strange killings and dissapearances. Loss of food. Disasters. We all know who's responsable. - yeah, but lets not speak of it. We may be next.- Oh, shit, there he comes."
"But he's so lonely.. I've never seen anyone around him. We have to.. - He's born that way, Elisa. There's a reason for it. And we have to go now."

Varies of old memories sprang up in his mind. Moments when he was just a kid. Moments he wanted but could never forget.
He wriggled into his sleep as the images got through eachother the voices repeating over and over. again and again.
Than a shreek high laughter. Anna being grabbed by a corpse, one that had been fought with fire. A girl with a dagger deep in her chest, grabbing it out and digging it deep into his hand, pinning it to the ground. She laughed. She laughed hard as he noticed he was in the forest again. Locus. Kirius. The corpse. Anna. The girl, bleeding without an end. The schoolmates. Kids in the village. Elisa. More fire elves. Fire elven kids. Fire elven grown ups. Fire elven elders. His parents. Yelling. Staring. Pointing. Turning around.

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Dracio simply fell out of the tree. Altough the branch had been big enough to lie on, Dracio dropped out of the tree and landed on the ground with a dull 'thud'. he groaned softly as his breating became short but barely noticable. He raised himself a bit, seeing a deep wound in his left hand. The dagger right above him, dug deep into the tree. It was still dark, somewhere deep in the night he presumed. Footsteps.
Whether he was still dreaming or not, he did not know.
He tried to yell, but only a silent raw whisper came out of his mouth.

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Anna had woken four hours before sunrise. Rubbing furiously at her arms to get feeling back in them. The forest was still dark, so dark it would have seemed to be the middle of the night. But it wasn’t, her internal body clock screamed so. She had to prepare, the call to do so was almost as strong as the wells whispers.
Damn Spring to hell.

***Later**

“For god sakes Dracio” The whisper was harsh, but worry bit through it like maggots on dead flesh, “Silent, your cries will waken the others. Then there will be questions and I haven’t the patience to answer.”
Anna knelt over him; looking at him with accusing determination, using one pail finger to trace honey over him lips. ((occ;; honey? How strange))
“Gods fore bid, a fire elf in the trees. I will be laughed out of the city if they found out”
She was holding tightly around his wrist, inspecting his bleeding hand. Rubbing more of honey over the edges of the cleanly sliced wound, she realized he probably had no idea what she was doing.
Her voice softened to something kinder, less urgent.
“The honey will help numb the pain; it’s my last bit, I was saving it, so I hope you enjoy it while it lasts.”
She glanced away from his pieced hand, to look at his face properly. He didn’t look to well, he almost looked…haunted.
She knew that feeling.
Damn it, she promised herself she wouldn’t do this.
Taking her cloak off with one hand, she skillfully wrapped it into a tight ball. Lifting Dracio’s head carefully she replaced it on her cloak.
“Shh, go back to sleep”
Moving back to his hand she began to trace over his numbed wound lightly, apparently she was going to heal him the good old fashioned way. The not so quick way.

Sometime during the night Anna must have woken up to prepare. She looked different, less dirty and her hair…oh god…her hair.
She had combed it out, the twigs, leaves, knots and all the other things that made Anna the wild looking creature she was were all gone. Her hair had been pampered, by the looks of it, washed. It flowed in soft waves of dark brown, elegantly and fancy looking. Though she didn’t have it tied back. Her skin was also washed, her cheeks slightly flushed and her dress, looked...cleaner. I must have taken a good hour or two to prepare herself in such a manner.
She was concentrating greatly on the work at hand (no pun intended.). Small beads of sweat showing on her forehead; apparently it was harder to do her work this way.

The first rays of sunlight threatened to brake before Anna chose to stop. She hadn’t healed the wound completely, but had done the best she could in such a short time.
Ripping off a strip of cloth from the bottom of her dress (she cursed inwardly at this as it was her only dress), she carefully wrapped it around Dracio’s hand. It wouldn’t take much more to finish fixing his hand; and being an elf, he would heal it well enough on his own.

She retreated away from him then. She wasn’t sure weather or not he was actually asleep, but she wished not to wake him if he was, not yet anyway. Stretching as she stood and made her way away from him silently. Stopping only at the tree from Dracio had fallen from.
“Cursed are the souls that are forced to walk the bitter blood spilt path of Destiny”
Cursed.
Her gaze, sifted to the west.
So close it was.
So close.

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((aren't they wearing the armor from the cloaks?))

Kirius had laid himself against one of the trees. He had not said much since the attack and had been shocked something like that had happened to them. They had barely survived and he was thankfull. He had been truly scared of what would have happened if Anna or Dracio would have died. No, he musn't think of that. Dracio had saved all of them. She should be pleased.

But had been awake when Dracio had fallen from the tree. He had had his eyes closed, but he opened them just little enough so he could see what happened. Appearantly, the fire elf had fallen from the tree and looked dazzled, not by his sences. And the earth elf seemed concerned. he smiled gently, almost not noticable.
But than he saw Anna gently put something on Dracio's lips, going past them with her finger. The smile grew bigger as he closed his eyes after that.



After he had softly groaned a bit, Dracio looked around in a strange way. He was moving, yet not fully awake. As if he was living puppet or something. Not aware of what was happening at all. It was no problem for Anna to do as she wished as Dracio gave not a single protest and let her do. He had indeed gone back to sleep after she had run her fingers by the wound.

But the sleep was not to be comphortable. He would dream of the group of elves he had seen, with his mother in front. But always something terrible would happen, and than that laughter. It spooked through his mind, running through it again and again.

It was already light when he wake up. As he managed to get up by leaning on his right hand, he looked around. But he didn't look good. Around his eyes, rings were visible because of the lack of decent sleep. His hair was a complete mess. He didn't even wonder why he was at the ground and not in the tree.

But than he tried to look up.
The dagger. It was the first thing he saw, and it made all the color vanish from his face. He had left it in the corpse, he was sure of it... how..
He tried to crawl backwards, but couldn't lean on his left hand as a sharp pain shot through it. Looking at it, he noticed it being bandaged, but the palm of his hand looked slightly red because of the dried blood that had already been spilled before it was bandaged.

His eyes largened and it looked as if he was going to cry, altough it did not do anything like it.. He looked around, trying to get his thoughts straight, but he could do no such thing. They came and went, but he could not controll, nor organise them.

It seemed Kirius was up already apearantly, as the dvarc was busy preparing himself by trying to get the filth off his clothing.
Than he looked up to his side, to see Anna. But something was looked odd about her. She looked dirt-free. Her hair was washed. She looked.. quite pretty in fact.
But.. her dress.. it looked odd, as if..
Than something did hit him. The color of the dress matched the bandage on his hand. He opened his mouth to say something, altough no words came out. He didn't say anything, just closed his mouth again, staring at the bandage. The dried blood on his hand.

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((she took it off xD ))
Anna turned to Dracio smiling.
A smile that showed how terribly young she had once been.
“Morning sleepy head”
Her hand was gripping all too tightly to the dead trees bark. So much so, that when she attempted to walk towards him, she was tugged back by her own hand. Surprise blossomed across her face, then slowly she fell behind a blank smooth mask as she stared at her own hand.
How hard had she been gripping onto reality?
Laughing nervously, she slowly released her death grip on the tree.
It didn’t take a genius to realize Anna was acting differently. Less…fierce.
And why?
Surely you know.
No?
Ah, well, time has changed a lot since Anna was small. For in the times that Anna was growing up, an Earth elf that acted more like a fire elf was killed immediately. And why? Because they were at war; and could not afford the slight chance that there would be a traitor amongst them. Perhaps Anna still feared the reaction, or perhaps old habits are hard to kill.
What’s this? You don’t believe that Anna doesn’t act like an earth elf? That she doesn’t look for a fight whenever she can?

~flash back~ [>]
A year after the war.

A much younger Anna gripped onto a tree branch that over hung the fighting boys.
Perhaps fighting was an incorrect word, hunting, they where hunting one of there own. But they were no older then herself.
“Come on! We got him now!”
Was it a game?
It didn’t look like a game; the boy they chased looked scared, but was puzzled her wasn’t the fact he wasn’t enjoying this game, but the fact the others were enjoying it all too much.
She leaned over them from above, staring down at the fallen boy. There was no way he could out run them now, his foot had been caught in the twisted roots of the tree she was in.
They would be there soon, she could hear there shouts of triumph. Something tugged at her mind, whispered things she couldn’t hear properly. Biting her lip she peered down with a sense of guilt. As if she should have helped him out of this trouble before he got caught.
She paused with a stillness only known to the rocks of the earth, thinking, wondering. Finally drawing to her conclusion.
Well. No one got to hurt anything in –this- forest without her saying so, it was her job to make sure that which got hunted triumphed. It had absolutely nothing to do with helping the boy. Nope.
The other boys had arrived now, circling the fallen boy, whom looked less then pleased.
“OUI!”
She yelled it as she fell from the semi-high branch. Landing artfully on the ground, as if the ground actually welcomed her footsteps.
The boy in front of her, she had picked him out as the ring leader, nearly feel over himself with surprise, she used the surprise to land a fairly decent punch on his nose. Breaking it with a burst of blood. Even with healing magic it would heal crooked.
The boy scream, taking a blind swing that had missed its target. Anna tackled the boy to the ground. Spearing a glance to the other boys, whom apparently decided to leave there leader on there own, they had ran. It would have made her laugh, but right now, she cared only for the fight at hand.
The boy wiggled out from underneath her and ran, screaming back insults she didn’t quite understand.
Such as “Donkey” and what not, so much for a fight.

Smiling broadly she raised one fist in triumph. Then turned to the fallen boy, whom during the havoc, had wriggled free of his prison. He didn’t look pleased with the fact she had helped him. No he looked mad as all hell, which made her mad. She had always been bad at keeping her cool, unlike that of the other earthelves.
“Why the hell did you interfere? I was fine on my own! Stupid earth elf!”
The fight exculpated from there. Not fist to fist, but yelling. Much yelling.
Eventually Anna just walked off in a huff that told him that he hadn’t won the fight she just got bored of him.
Perhaps if she had acted more of an earth elf, she would have hidden the boy amongst the earth, wouldn’t have let her anger rule over her when the boy was not grateful for her help. But Anna always loved a good fight. Especially with people who were meant to be bigger and better then her.
~end Flash back~

She placed that young smile back on her face, slowly pulling out a comb, that appeared to have seen one to many battles and had lost a fair few of them. She kneeled in front of him and lightly started to comb through his mattered hair, complaining softly about how tangled it was, she didn’t mention his hand, or the fact he looked so beaten. Actualy, with that thought she hand looked at his hand and a slight blush came to her cheeks. But she stubbornly pretended she hadn’t looked and hoped he hadn’t noticed. She only hoped he didn’t become stubborn to early so she could finish brushing his hair.
Anna didn’t believe he would make himself look presentable for earth elves without some help.


Locus was snarling and muttering under his breath as he packed Anna’s armor into one of the bags he was carrying. Saying things like, it would serve her right if she got hurt. Apparently he had disagreed strongly with Anna taking the armor off.
Finally he straightened and turned towards Anna.
“I refuse to dance in that bloody festival of there’s. It’s ridiculous and we don’t have time for it either.”
Festival? Dancing?
By the sly smile that played on Anna’s lips, it looked like the only person whom may enjoy this visit to the Earth kingdom was her.

((I’m really sorry that it took me so long mid. –shakes her head- But I only have reasons, no excuses. I’m also sorry it’s so bad –laughs nervously- I’m out of practice.))

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Dracio however did not get much of this all. He was still dazed and quite confused since he just woke up. Anna's greeting didn't reach him, nor did anything at all. He just sat on the ground, leaning on his hand.
Despite all, he actually looked like he could fall asleep again any second. He stared at his hand with the bandage, but felt it being hard to keep his eyes open. Yes, he had slept this night, but it had not been a welcoming night. The things that had spun around in his dreams, which had been more like nightmares, flashed infront of his eyes while the sounds ehoed in his ears. He was a bit dazzled and it looked as if he was staring in the endlessness. He sighed without really realising so.

Suddenly, something cold touched his neck and it brought him back to reality. He blinked a few times with his eyes and slowly turned his head, only to just see Anna turning her head away. He knew she had looked at his hand. He than fully turned to her and frowned. She seemed to be blushing as well, but it didn't tell him much, for he realised it was her hand that had touched his neck. It was her fingers he had felt.
and was that.. a comb... in her hands? She wasn't combing his hair, was she? that'd be just... His eyes largened a bit, as he frowned a bit more. He moved a bit before making an attempt to stand up.
"What is this? What do you think you're doi--" he started, but as soon as he got straight up, he lost his balance and nearly fell to the ground if he hadn't found support in a tree. the same three that still held his dagger. He leaned heavily on the tree and brought his left hand to his head, giving a short groan. "Arg... my head.." he muttered with an expression of clear pain on his face.


In the meanwhile, the dvarc had taken a spot under another tree. He didn't take a lot of time to prepare, for it wasn't needed. A dvarc wasn't really a wellknown creature anyway so most of these earth elves had most probably not seen anything like him before.
Instead, he had taken a look on the rest. None of them seemed to be acting the same since yesterday. Anna seemed happy and friendly and not her fierce own self. He wondered about it, but decided it meant nothing. She was going to see her kind again, after all. Dracio seemed weird as well, but Kirius didn't think much of this either. He had noticed he had not slept well. Probably the blue fire thing, he supposed.

But then there was Locus. Ever since he had gotten hurt in the last events, he had seemed weird. Different. His answers and comments had not held the warmth they had before anymore, as if he had just turned cold and uncaring about everything.
He didn't mind though. It was Locus after all. Kirius couldn't care less what happened to Locus at all. But he did know that the Locus he knew would never ever drop out on any kind of festival. He decided he had to watch this 'new' Locus. Might become an even greater nuicense.

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“Dracio, be still, you’ll hurt yourself more.”
That couldn’t have been Anna. No, Anna would have yelled at him to sit his fire elf butt down so she could finished. She certinaly wasn’t into all that niceties stuff.
“Dracio, Please. It’s Spring, the cleaner and fresher you look, the more likely you are to meet the king sooner. They do not let…dirt into the castle, they let roses”
Such an interesting choice of words.
She took a step closer to him, her hand held up as if to show no harm at all. The actions of a being approaching a wounded or angered animal.
“Please Draco, I would not do this unless I thought it would help our case”


“Oi. Mr. I can shoot Fire out of my Arse and Little Miss rock head, Let’s get a move on. To see the king we actually have to be there to see”
Locus Snorted.
“Unless of course you want to wait for the mid day dance. Because I’m certain the king will find it hilarious to watch a fire elf be pawed at by the eleven citizens. The mead does set in to work around then.”
So confidently he heaved up his items. Pain etching across his face for only a telling moment before being hidden away beneath a frustrated mask.
“I can already see the gate from here. Come on”
So confidently he walked away. Leaving what ever anger he stirred to fallow him. Strangly however, he did not pick a fight with Kirius.

((Ew@Short post D: ))