ELVEN ROGUES: THIEVES OF THE CAPITOL
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"Stupid   ," Ty muttered, but she grabbed the frozen body and dragged it inside, so half of it was in the rain and half was in the warmth of the door. She squeezed in past the dragon-girl-elf-thing and went to find Veldyn. He hadn't moved much, just observed from his spot on the floor, a pool of    making a jovial stain on their rug.
"What am I gonna do with you, Vel?" 
She got a rag and a bowl of lukewarm water from the kitchen area, staunching the flow of    from the cut with the one, and cleaning out the wound slowly with the other.

Slowly, the pain subsided from Elowyn's side as the water evaporated off her. The other side of her was still screaming with pain. She knew that the pain would last at least a week, although it would be not nearly as severe as when she was actually in the rain. as soon as she could move her arm, she placed her arm on the still-smoldering doorframe and pulled herself inside. She was still in pain, but it was better. Now she couldn't hurt the elf   - she had saved Elowyns life. That also meant she couldn't hurt the other one, the boy who carried her outside. Tears were still streaming down her face, and she was exhausted. After a few minutes, her body shuts down. She falls unconcious, slipping limply onto the floor. She is releived from her pain.

"Oh, for Madriel's sake," Tyfaer said in exasperation. Really, all she wanted was a good night's sleep before her trip tomorrow, but nooooo.
"Bree, can you come help me? And who's your friend? He can help, too." 
Together they lifted the dragon   to a sitting position.
"Hey, Vel, you got any heavy-duty stuff to bind her with ?"

"Why don't you kill it?" Bree suggested. She surprised herself with her own coldness, "Seems to me the tyke will be nothing but trouble."

subconnsiously Hearing the word "kill," Elowyn is startled out of her deep slumber. She jumped up and drew a dagger before she even realized what she was doing. when her sense caught up to her motion, she shiethed the dagger and hung her head. "If you were to kill me, you would have great reason to. There is nothing I can say truthfully to convince you not to, for my own actions this night give you every right to kill me, if you wish to do so. Let me just say this: I am Elowyn, Daughter of dragons. Hence the wings. An elven couple found me and took me in as their own. they raised me as their child, until I grew older and my wings grew. As soon as they saw the wings, they panicked and brought me back to where they found me, abandoning me there. Since then I vowed to kill every elf who did any harm to me. I was wrong to do this, I know. Now, if you still wish to, you may kill me. I will do nothing to stop you, for I have no right to live." Elowyn then knelt on one knee and bowed her head, giving them a free swing at her neck, a swing that would end her life. She silently begins to weep.

Bree shifted uncomfortably, feeling embarrassed of the display of emmotions. Between her pride and the dragon-thing and her weeping, she did not quite know how to handle the situation. She looked to the two-leggers around her for help.

Veldyn, who had formerly sat seemingly relaxed and resigned to the situation, let out a deep sigh. He had become caught up in himself and had hardly noticed that Ty had been taking care of his wound. It now appeared that the angry little dragon   was seeking penance for something that had happened just seconds before. Ty and the... (Veldyn suddenly realized that there was a CENTAUR inside with them...)well, person he had never seen before, were standing there listening to her plea.
Veldyn grabbed a tattered part of his cloak and ripped a strip off. "Thish ith tha mosht radicksherous sishoowashon..."
He spoke with the cloth clenched between his teeth as he it tightly around his injured arm. He winced as he closed the knot and then stood up.
"Spare me the passionate speech, Scales. Ty, we won't be binding her - um, no pun intended...and thanks a lot for cleaning my wound... Elowynynyny, or whatever your name is, we are NOT going to kill you. This entire situation is just unbelievably inane. How did you think the people inhabiting an obviously intentionally hidden house were going to react when someone enters uninvited, breaks in - if you want to be less soft about it, and gets   ed off when they are kicked out of a home that is not there's, owned by people they don't know. Could you have just knocked, for heaven's sake? And, frankly, if it were someone else, there would be a person here missing a head or an arm - And I'm just lucky I had gauntlets on. I would   to see what would happen if you and your conscience got into a knife fight. Do you kill everyone who doesn't allow you to do what you want? Look, I'm really not that angry - and I've gotten quite used to getting hacked on the limbs and being morally compromising is part of my trade. But look at this..." Veldyn pulled back his long hair from his face and pulled down his hood(muttering to himself about always forgetting he has it on) revealing a man who was odd to place in age, appearing to be in his early 20s but also, in the right context, having the hard features of someone 15 years older. Veldyn's eyes were dark and his face was pale but unlined. He was unshaven and tired looking, but his eyes were inherently intense. As he pulled back his hair, he turned his head to show the   his ears. They were unapexed - he was human. 
"If you fear a monster, you will see the monster."
A dagger suddenly slammed into the wood floor of the room, whipping back and forth. "All threats and pride aside, I could have put that through your heart anytime before or after you had attacked me. Do you have any idea the weight of your actions if you had killed someone? Do you understand    and the destruction of life enough to know that life must be preserved at any cost, most of all our pride? Stop acting like a child -- but what am I supposed to expect - by your age, that is what you are. I know I am being too hard on you - you are a fighter because you are alone and that is something we relate to. But you have a long way to go before you learn that you cannot live life believing everyone, in your case, is an elf. I don't even know where I am head with this, but I really don't care from this point. Ty's choice." Veldyn fell back onto his chair and seemed to being attempting to get back to sleep.

"For your information, I happen to be 25 years old, by no means a child." Elowyn said angrily. "I have been through more than you know. And I already addmitted that I had been wrong." She stood up, her face showing no sign of the tears that had been there seconds before. She winced from the    ing pain of her water-burns. I have lived foolishly for many years. I didn't knock, because you were supposed to be asleep. Was I to disturb your slumber? And I knew an elf was here. I could smell her. If I mistook you for one as well, it was a mistake. But I am not so foolish now. Perhaps you would let me join you? You could learn much from me, as I am sure there is much you could teach me. What say you?"

Bree snorted angrily and stomped a hoof. "It's apparent that wisdom don't with age!" She snapped, "And knocking would be the polite thing to do, instead of hopig in, uninvited. Sleeping or not, what you did was..was..." Bree stopped, in her anger she couldn't speak any more. The filly threw up her hands in despair.

"I never said that age brought wisdom. And I did say, multiple times, that what I did was wrong, and that my entire lifestyle for most of my life was wrong. That was the way I was taught to do things. That's how Dragons do things. I did say I was raised by dragons, didn't I? So don't be angry with me anymore. I ask again: What say you?"

Veldyn spoke, still reclined in the chair.
"I have no say in the issue - and should Four Legs and Ty decide to let you stay, Scales, then that is what I shall call you - keeping our company does not imply we would trust you. I cannot trust Elowyn - she is too proud and lacks restraint. So I give you the name Scales, and that is what you shall be called, because here, you must start over. Do not burden us with expectations. If you cannot recieve that, then you are no more sorry, just as unrealizing of your actions as when you blasted through that door."

"Very well. I will join you under these conditions," Replied Elowyn. "Although I am slightly confused by your choice of name for me. I have no scales, save for those on my wings."

"It is what I think of when I think of dragons," mumbled Veldyn. Moments later, he drifted off to sleep.

"I'm gettin' a breather." Bree grumbled and trotted out the door, clearly disgruntled.

Tyfaer tried to disguise a smile by putting her head down and looking at the floor.
She walked through the smoking wet door into the rain and tilted her face up to let it infuse her hair and wash her face. Suddenly, she started laughing, a hearty, deep-throated thing that was rich with a jovialness that did not merit the situation.
"Elowyn, my dear, we will not kick you out for the night. But I see no reason for you to come with us. Where we are going you will be noticed--very noticed--and the last thing we want is recognition in the negative kind. I'm sorry, lass, er, ma'am, but emotions and   -threats aside, your physical appearance is a major factor in my decision. I simply cannot take you.
"And besides," she paused to look back at the dragon-girl standing in the doorway, "why would you want to come? You don't know our quest, our purpose, or our cause. What if what we go to do is exactly the opposite of the beliefs you have gathered over your oh-so-long sojourn through this world? I'm sorry, you simply cannnot come."
Tyfaer turned her head towards the forests once more, seeing a familiar path to her feet and picking her way through it. The sky was lightening, despite the heavy gray clouds, and she liked the feel of the warm, wet drops on her face and shoulders. It was probably ruining the dress, but she could always purchase another one. She came to a grove with a large white rock, three feet across by two feet high, and sat on it. She looked at the clouds as they passed over her, and thought about her trip to the Capitol.

Elowyn looks at her feet. once again her dragonish appearance was working against her. "Very well," she said after a few minutes. "I.... I accept what you have said. I will not accompany you, for it is likely that because of my...differences... your quest would fail. I wish you luck on your journey." with that, she turned and walked out the door, making sure the rain had ceased before stepping over the threshold. She doesn't feel like waiting for the rain to stop, so she puts a fire barrior around herself. Then she walked purposefully into the forest. She walked many miles before finding a cave, where she made camp and went to sleep.

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Tyfaer noticed her hair was all outta whack again. She sighed in slight frustration as she took all the leather ties out and slowly ran her fingers through the unkempt braids to tease them back to their normal silky smoothness. The braids came undone and she sat running her fingers through her red hair, thinking about what she was about to do.
"Is it really betraying Veldyn?" she wondered aloud.

Veldyn shuddered and woke with a startled grunt, "Wha...?!"
He lifted his head a bit and slowly eyed the vicinity as though he were a predator in the bush, and then, all at once, went limp again into slumber.

"After all," she continued, "I never promised him anything. I never said I wouldn't go back to the Capitol. And I never told him about Rafael."
The rain stopped and the beaten-down grass in the little glade started slowly resuming their stately, vertical positions.
"But should he come with? Should I even ask him to come with? That could get awkward.  Of course, Rafael could be   so then it wouldn't be...maybe."
She paused and looked at the clouds, that mirrored the gray of her own eyes.
"He's always leaving me behind for his own little haunts...should I do the same? But he already knows I'm leaving and Bree already knows where I'm going, so she might've told him. Would he care? Damn the man, I don't know him at all!" 
She breathed heavily for some minutes.
"I don't owe him anything. At all. He can come or go as he pleases. Of course."
She felt rather drained. The trip tomorrow, lack of sleep that night, and the energy she'd put into the containing shield for Elowyn had zapped her of needed spunk. She trudged back to the safe house and looked through the now quite cold chars that had once been their door at the sleeping form of Veldyn. Strange, their lives were.

Bree remaind outside for a while, having quietly observed this all. She sighed and went back to the stream for a drink and to cool herself off. Afterwards, her temperment had improved quite alot, and she could not even see why she was upset to begin with. She bucked and trotted around the stream before she settled down and returned to the dwelling, wondering what would happen the coming day.

Terral walked up next to Bree while she was still outside "Could you explain to me what really happened here?" he asked "Who was that crazy half-dragon?".

Bree shrugged, "A vagabond who calls herself Elowyn. I've never seen such a ninny...She sneaks in and tries to make lodge without bothering to ask miss T. Her male friend in there wakes up, scuffle breaks out and th'next thing I knows, she's ranting about slaying all elves. Tries to kill us, then becomes this sniveling whelp when she realizes her odds are not in her favor...and in the short leaves." Bree shook her head, "Th'whole thing was too much fer me in one night." Bree paused before she turned in, "Thanks, Ranger sir, for tryin' to help."

"Well, I saw the fire... luckilly it started to rain." Terral said and looked to the charred remans of the door "I have to find that woman, she's far too dangerous to be left unchecked.".

"Perhaps, Ranger," Tyfaer said softly from the doorway, "you should not bother her. A distraught and humiliated dragon is not a thing to trifle with. But it is, of course, your choice."
Tyfaer dipped through the doorway into her house and began to tack a heavy piece of canvas to the door. She poked her head out when she was done and said, "You both are welcome to stay the night indoors. What's left of the night anyway. Dawn will be here soon."
And with that she let the tarp back down and disappeared from sight.

Bree nodded towards the door and trotted in, promptly falling asleep.

Tyfaer felt slightly guilty. Veldyn was her mentor. She'd tell him.
She went over to the chair he was sleeping in, somewhat uncomfortably it looked like, and placed a hand on his cheek. He started awake and she pulled her hand away...and noticed    on it.

"Madriel's eye, Vel! What in literally   y hell happened to you? Elowyn didn't hit your face from what I could see."
She looked at his shadowed face in concern.

"It collided with a solid object, both it and I generating enough force to cause this... uh... yeah..." He looked halfway between sleep and wake.
"Really though, Ty, I will be ok if I just get some sleep."

Terral looked at the entrance, as if he was concidering the offer to enter. But he soon turned away from it and wandered into the woods. It did not take long for him to find the trail of Elowyn 'She won't be hard to find' he thought and began to follow the trails.

(ooc, Elowyn is leaving the picture for a while, so your character shouldn't be "finding" her for some time)

"How do you manage these things?" she asked Veldyn, slightly exasperated, but more amused. 
She changed her tone to a more serious one.
"Vel, I'm going to the Capitol tomorrow, and I don't want you coming. Bree is here and I think she'd be a good addition to the party. I was wondering if, while I'm gone, you could test her out, see if she's the right material. I told her I'm a player, and she believed it." Ty snorted and thought, Yeah right, me an "actress!"
"Anyway, it's obviously up to you. But I'm leaving in the morning and I don't want to be followed--by you or Bree." 
Tyfaer didn't really know what else to say.
"The truest kind of secret is the one that doesn't exist," Veldyn sighed.
He drowsily pulled a flask from his pocket and pulled a coal-textured ball from his pocket. With a small knife, he shaved an incredibly small line of black powder off of it and drop the dust into the flask. He shook it and he held it out to Tyfaer.
"Don't worry, just water. The stuff I added... I can't exactly explain the inner workings of it, frankly because noone really knows. I used to live with nomadic tribes... anyhow, if you drink this, just think of it as invigoration. The whole body functions with perfection -- I don't know what will happen with your sparkler-magic tricks, because the nomads were divinist, kind of a counterforce to magic, but regardless, they sure as heck didn't make this stuff and it should work for the best. Drink all of it at once, and, with all seriousness, only in do-or-die spots." He looked at her seriously for a moment.
"You won't find anything like this... anywhere. Its the best I can offer."
Veldyn decided against any other words, holding out the flask, his face expressionless.
Tyfaer took the bottle gingerly and tied it to her waist, triple-knotting it. Veldyn didn't give gifts often--and when he did, they were practical and more often than not, powerful. She finally dared to look back up at him.
"Vel, I--" she couldn't say anything else. She grabbed her bags and ran out the door, unbidden tears in her eyes. She never let Veldyn see her cry. Mainly because she almost never cried, but also because she didn't want to put him in the position of consoling her. She wasn't weak. She wasn't.

Bree watched her as the 2 legged maid fled. Slightly confused "Where is she off to in a hurry?" She asked Veldyn

Terral's search came to a halt when the tracks suddently dissapeared 'Now what the...' he thought, carefully examining the ground 'Where did she go?'

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