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Serenity
Supernova
- Joined
- Jul 15, 2010
- Location
- Lost in my own mind
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Altáriel
Altáriel had noticed the Inn’s new arrival the same time as everyone else, her story faltered for a moment as she watched the man, much as the rest of the inn’s occupants. Though when the excitement of his entrance had passed she turned her attention back to her two companions, only to halt once more as the man bellowed across the inn’s common room. And all eyes turned to their table. Though their stares were not directed at her this time she felt herself flush. She was all to familiar with looks from the inn’s regulars and she felt sympathy swell in her for her new friend.
She studied the new comer as he walked across the common room to them, wearing the evidence of a heavy battle. And felt pity for him. She wondered what had happened. He had clearly been attacked, had he lost people as she had?
Though he seemed to overlook her and Randir at first she took no offense. He was in rough shape…and she herself had been captivated by Elerondiel. Just as it was clear the rest of the humans in the inn were as well. His eyes met hers when he realized his oversight, under the grit and grime of battles she could see he was an attractive man, a light flush spread over her cheeks and she offered a hesitant, shy, smile, which turned to a worried frown when he tried to stand and faltered. She reached out to steady him for a moment before clasping her hands in her lap once more.
Aside from introducing herself Altáriel remained the quietest member of the group. Shy by nature she often preferred to listen. His tale was a sad one and far too common these days. When he finished and inquired about the three of them she paled. She hadn’t actually voiced her story out loud for anyone. Most the inn’s patrons had known about it before she did. Gossip had travelled fast after her arrival.
It was something that was clearly hard for her to speak of. The reason she had come to the inn. She looked down at the table, as if studying the scratched and scarred surface. She fidgeted, wringing her hands in her lap, and when she finally spoke her voice was low, and hard to hear over the chatter that had slowly picked up as the other patrons returned their attention to their own companions.
“My father was a merchant, we were travelling…money still needed to be earned even if the lights had gone out. We were close to the city but we had to stop and rest the horses and our men. The orcs found us while we slept.” She had to pause before she went on to tell them of her escape. Being knocked unconscious by her father’s man when she turned back to try and help, and waking up in the inn, to the news that there were no survivors.
She studied the new comer as he walked across the common room to them, wearing the evidence of a heavy battle. And felt pity for him. She wondered what had happened. He had clearly been attacked, had he lost people as she had?
Though he seemed to overlook her and Randir at first she took no offense. He was in rough shape…and she herself had been captivated by Elerondiel. Just as it was clear the rest of the humans in the inn were as well. His eyes met hers when he realized his oversight, under the grit and grime of battles she could see he was an attractive man, a light flush spread over her cheeks and she offered a hesitant, shy, smile, which turned to a worried frown when he tried to stand and faltered. She reached out to steady him for a moment before clasping her hands in her lap once more.
Aside from introducing herself Altáriel remained the quietest member of the group. Shy by nature she often preferred to listen. His tale was a sad one and far too common these days. When he finished and inquired about the three of them she paled. She hadn’t actually voiced her story out loud for anyone. Most the inn’s patrons had known about it before she did. Gossip had travelled fast after her arrival.
It was something that was clearly hard for her to speak of. The reason she had come to the inn. She looked down at the table, as if studying the scratched and scarred surface. She fidgeted, wringing her hands in her lap, and when she finally spoke her voice was low, and hard to hear over the chatter that had slowly picked up as the other patrons returned their attention to their own companions.
“My father was a merchant, we were travelling…money still needed to be earned even if the lights had gone out. We were close to the city but we had to stop and rest the horses and our men. The orcs found us while we slept.” She had to pause before she went on to tell them of her escape. Being knocked unconscious by her father’s man when she turned back to try and help, and waking up in the inn, to the news that there were no survivors.
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