Cross This New Divide(Zelena)

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It seemed that theia had grown attatched to cyrus, or at least what he thought as she tried to heal his wounds. it didnt work out as she hoped, it didnt do that much but it did ease the stinging, that with the cream and he was almost fully healed, you could still see the markings but they were stronger now. he noticed her loss of conciousness, he propped her up against the tree, and took out a blanket from his belt that had been folded about 10 times in on itself, it was very creased but it would keep her walm, it was getting colder now that it was night time. he started eating the apples, quickly trying to get his strength back.

he saved the rest of the apples for Theia, not that he particularly wanted to but he wouldnt have propper manners. he took this opportunity to have a drink from the the Oasis, it was warm... not that he noticed, he drank by cupping his hands and plunging them into the water , rasing them and then drinking he did this untill his thirst was sated... by then he was getting cold himself... he walked back to the crates and started rumaging again for some wood and a blankets. he found both and a flint and steel. he walked back to the Oasis and lit the wood and the spare crates, he then pulled the blanket over himself.

he noticed the way theia was propped and altered her so she wasnt going to be set on fire. he then yawned and stared at the stars. looking at the constelations. Orions belt, The Saggitarus, A Half man half horse style picture, it was annoying to find them although it was like trying to connect the dots.

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As she was sleeping she could feel that her body was being moved. Her thoughts on the outside world were cloudy and slow. A thought came bit by bit, one of to express the lack of understanding something, she didn’t know why were someone was moving her; more specifically why was he moving her? Why was he helping her? Sure she had tried to heal him up; not quite understanding her own actions either. Although at least she knew one thing… that she didn’t want him to die. If he lost too much blood it would be harder on him to live. By healing the male half-elf up, even just a bit, ensured that he wouldn’t have such a difficult time… healing.

The back of her head rested on something solid, as well as her back. Theia figured that she was being propped up against something. Water, sand, and dried out wood was all that she could smell, well there was a bit of Cyrus’s scent in there too. Her mind felt too hazy. Focus was dim. Despite this, Theia was still able to digest what his scent reminded her of. The aroma was fresh but had a musky quality to it; but she in fact enjoyed the traces of Geranim… It was very pleasant.

Her mind was slipping farther into the depths of sleep. A bit of warmth soon surrounded her; she guessed it was some sort of blanket. Mainly because the material felt worn down by overuse or misuse… in the end it didn’t really matter to her any. Particularly she didn’t really care where it had come from nor who placed it on her. All she cared about, at that moment, was the fact that she felt comfortable. A small smile was placed on her calm sleeping face.

A good deal of time passed by and she seemed to be oblivious to it. Usually she would be paranoid in her sleep but she was too drained for that. Only when Cyrus moved the blanket did she really move a bit; letting most of the blanket go and softly mumbling before returning to her previous sleeping pose. Cyrus slightly moving her escaped her notice; she was too deep in sleep.

After about an hour passed by the crackling of a small fire greeted her ears. Her eyelids softly lifted up, but she wasn’t quite awake just yet. Her eyes didn’t holf a full conscious energy to them yet. Lifting one of her hands to rub her eyes in a rather childish, yet endearing, manner was the real start of her awaking up. Looking down first at her form and then behind her to confirm that she had been moved.

Violet-golden orbs then moved over towards Cyrus; observing him silently. He looked like one of those quite types that were always contemplating something rather mundane or bizarre. She couldn’t really see what his eyes were focused on but the tilting of his head towards the horizon gave her some sort of clue. Following suit she looked up at the sky. Unlike the forest that was covered with the canapy of the forest there was a clear view of the ebony painted sky, which tinkled with bright white gems. “I wonder what makes them so beautiful…”, she said lightly. Not really expecting an answer from Cyrus but she wouldn’t mind one; she continued to look up in a fascinated and amiable way.

There was a lack of tension in her body and it felt liberating. Keeping her back against the palm, Theia lifted one knee so she could put her damaged arm on it for support. The cold air was welcomed by her and she sighed in content.

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Cyrus was caught up in his sleep when she smiled he noticed that it completed her face, it made her look nice he continued to look at the stars untill she awoke, rubbing her eyes like a child it was childish yet adorable in a weird way, he thought about her question before answering"I think the alure or the draw that stars have is because they are exotic you dont know whats there, it helps that they shine so beautifully. then again i wouldnt call them beautiful with you here in comparison" he said winking slyly. he the noticed her staring it was starting to bug him...

"Why do you do that ? your constant staring, it's like your analyzing everything i do seeking for a hidden motive."it didnt really bother him it was somewhat annoying, he then continued to say "Are your Burns okay ? i have ointment in my belt pouches... somewhere i know i have some though" he wondered why she stared it was odd but hey he looked odd to others everyones brains worked in different manners.

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In light of the fact that she had been praised by her half elf ally she had allowed herself to smile softly , “You flatter me too much.” Her features then grew soft and her body had lost its tenseness. She was not expecting the question and statement that he provided next. She blinked as she looked at him before her eyes closed and she laughed a bit at him.

“Forgive me, but I am a rather cautious individual and I like take notice of every detail that I can. I am that way with every being, individual, and object.”, now her eyes were once again upon the stars that showed off their shine in night sky. He then asked her if her burns were okay. Her attention was brought back to her legs and she pulled off the blanket and moved the cloth of her skirt enough so that the lower half of her legs to upper mid was exposed, the skin appeared flawless as the firelight hit it with an amber glow.

“As you can see they have healed quite well.” Once again she placed the skirt in a more modest manner so that only one of her legs was now exposed. Not that she really did care if one gazed upon her legs, she just didn’t want to place Cyrus in an uncomfortable position. Additionally she wanted to know why she was so interested in him and how did that duel affect their relationship.

Did she view him as an equal, did she view him as a friend, a brother, or much more. She wasn’t quite certain but she did know that she now held respect for him. He could defend himself; a warrior, and one not to be taken lightly. In short she viewed him a worthy opponent, but trust was still another issue. His motives were unclear to her. She disliked being out of the dark in any situation that involved herself in some way.

“I am curious though, why did you decide to duel me?” A smirk and curious expression appeared, her voice was well composed. “Especially after assisting me in a situation that I could have gotten out of myself, but it doesn’t push away my gratitude for your help.”
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Cyrus listened to her explanation and her question before replying. he said "I Suppose its more of a personal thing, i believe that anyone who searches for Power or Wants To Obtain Strength without exception searches for battle, i search for fights and i dueled you to make myself stronger, to find my weaknesses and Crush them" his speech over he folded the blanket he found in the crate carefully before putting it in one of the pouches on his belt. he was thinking about Theia, he thought of her as a friend, or sibling. they had fought and the bonds of combat were almost a strong as bonds of love. or so he had heard... the lines were getting Awfull blurry from where he was sitting, not that he minded in the slightest.

He noticed her showing off her legs, and smiled and Said "It's no wonder they tried to kidnap you what with your perfect body, sun-kissed skin unmarred or broken. Im suprised that this was the first time or am i mistaken ?" he was subtly trying to ask about her past but tried to do it without her realising what he wanted to know. he noted that most of his energy had returned, to be converted back into his belt gems stored for later use, he winced at the loss of energy but knew that it was worth it should he need it to defend himself or others...

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His explanation was quite simple. While she disagreed slightly with the way that he initiated the duel she did admire the fact that he sought power in a somewhat reasonable manner. He wasn’t chasing after some ancient or unknown object for power but seeking ways to make himself more powerful. Not many were able to come to such a conclusion. Too many depending on finding some sort of miracle or miraculous object that would just had over that strength and ability. The thing with such trinkets and events… they come with a heavy price… one that led to ones doom and damnation. The path that he was choosing was more honorable and most likely the safest route. One day he could acquire such power but he will have gained it through his own means… not through anything else. Certainly that fact alone will bring pause to any opponents and bring some sort of self fulfilling to the soul.

She smiled in a rather amused manner as he was busy folding a blanket into a pouch that he had. Her gaze landed on the water from which brought the little life to the oasis that they had taken momentary refuge. He then spoke of her physical traits, flattering her once more, but it turned into more of a teasing sentence when he wondered if it was the first time she was kidnapped by humans. She huffed and her face turned annoyed, “Well of course it was the first time I had been kidnapped”, she targeted her glare towards the water, “I tend wander the forest rather than stay in one place, they must have tainted the water that I had drank from as I traveled near the edges of the forest”, she paused, “Since the only thing I remember before hand was falling asleep in a tree. That disgraceful elf was helping them catch those of our kind, no doubt.”

A good intake of breath and a slow release allowed her to calm down the need to chase after the probably already dying humans for hurting her pride. “You see most poisons that are used on humans take no effect on us, even those who have only half of our blood are immune. That elf must have had some knowledge of the herbs and substances that actually affected us. No human common human could have gained such knowledge.” She then turned her violet gaze back to Cyrus, her eyes looked calm though.

“Sorry to bother you but did you find any sources of substances other than water? I have to admit our duel did cause a decent amount of energy to be drained from myself.” Her voice was now easy-going a nice change from her indifferent tone, but to the ears of others it was coated with a sweet and pleasant sound. Quite fitting for an elf… or one should say half-elf. Her own heritage was unknown to her, since she believed herself to be born as a full elf.
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Cyrus Smirked as she mentioned her being Poisoned by the Slavers and then adding about the elf betraying his race for humans... He gritted his teeth momentarily before ignoring it, it wasnt easy for him to just ignore his feelings it did take a while before he said "Are you ever... Lonely ? wandering the World alone without anyone to talk to ?" he said somber almost sad, he had been Alone for most of his life, he hated it, the Solitude constantly alone no one to talk to no one to battle but creatures who want to eat him becuase their hungry.

He noticed her change in tone and commented saying "Now we see the real person behind the mask of indifference, i have to admit however you are good with that dagger. I Found the food we ate, the water you drank, some rope, alot of clothes which based on i would say the area you drank from has been tainted with those things lying in wait for their victims to pass out. also found some daggers, A Long sword and The claymore i took, " he slowly got up and using some of the energy stored from the Belt he raised the boxes with magic and brought them over and put them in a neat little pile next to her. while it wasnt a nessecary action he just wanted to show off.

The use of magic and the dark caused a beautifull light to engulf the area for the duration of the spell, it bounced off his Ebony hair especially. he shivered slightly and pulled out a large shirt White silk, with Ebony buttons with long sleeves that reached to his wrists it was a custom made shirt which he had created himself, the Shirt which was far far too big for one person and put on, not fastening the buttons even with his wings closed it was too big for him, but it kept him warm. he walked back wearing it in an almost Cape-like manner

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Her violet eyes drooped slightly, as Cyrus asked if she had ever grown lonely. In all honesty she did feel lonely, but she would even admit out loud to someone else? She did have her pride after all; even though it was recently wounded it didn’t mean that it was dead. From the very first moment she remembered that she was isolated, looked down upon, and those who assisted her did so grudgingly. While those outside the clan that she belonged to had no issue with her really, it was the members who despised her. The silence was their way of showing their disapproval of her existence; envy of her abilities; and the statement of that they were better than her in some way.

Theia released a huff that was the result of negative memories. She was never once allowed to forget that she was the illegitimate daughter of a nobleman. At the academy it was a bit different but she didn’t really fit in with most elves. The way that she spoke and thought were just eccentric compared to way that most of the other Elvin children. Plus she ended up learning more from a poision master than she did those ignorant riders.

Either way she didn’t reply to him before he went on, now really noticing the change of her stoic behavior. She smiled at that, not very large but a brief second of amusement was shown clearly on her face. He then went on about the various objects he had found within the boxes.

“Well it seems you found a great deal while snooping”, a smirk was lightly on her face as she spoke. Meanwhile the half-elf had slowly risen and began to bring the boxes towards her. She was impressed a bit by the fine display of control that he had while moving the boxes but she wouldn’t let him know that. Besides, it wasn’t like she had to voice out all the thoughts that came to head.

Strange enough it took her a few seconds to take note of the silver light engulfing the area and how it was making the winged-half-elf appear grand. She chuckled softly to herself, was it possible that he was intentionally casting out the light around them? If so… she found it rather cute and endearing but slightly cliché as well. Without speaking a word she watched as he gathered up a silky white button-down shirt that looked way too large for him. She was surprised that it still looked too big as he put it on, additionally his wings were folded underneath… which was smart… but it made her want to giggle at him.

It wasn’t because he looked silly in it, on the contrary he looked decent in it, but it was because of how with even with the wings the shirt wasn’t a proper fit. “I am surprised that shirt still looks rather large on you… I think it is best to find another one when you can”, she couldn’t help but giggle for a second at the end. She would allow herself that, it had been too long since she had smiled let alone giggle.
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Cyrus smiled at her comments about his Attire and his "Snooping" as she put it, he didnt think of it like that but she was entitled to her own opinion he still voiced his own "Its not Snooping, it's Stealing but i prefer Liberating becuase were taking the stuff from Slavers so they dont count as people at all." he said still smiling he was bewildered by her giggle then realised she was laughing at him he narrowed his eyes slightly before sighing and sitting back down next to her, his cape-shirt was still around him and was keeping him warm and cozy.

"My Cape-Shirt is awesome, big enough for two people, can be very comfortable, i can wear it even with my wings " he said using magic with his mind just to make a coconut fall from the palm tree they were leaning against he thrust out his arm catching it just before it hit Theia on the head, he smiled as he cracked it with a punch and widened the crack so he could drink out of it, he drank the coconut milk quite slowly savouring it's exotic Flavour and Aroma, when their was about half left he offered it To theia by holding it out to her with his right hand,

Cyrus then said "I can tell you have been alone, you have the same eye's as me. one of Solitude longing for companionship, just for someone to talk to. i saw the pain in your eyes when i mentioned it, Tell me why were you alone ?" Cyrus said trying to get information about her he understood that she was alone and that she didnt like the Solitude but he wanted to know, he knew it wasnt nice to make her dwell on it so he tried to distract her by yawning and stretching his arms above, then stealthily moving one of them to rest on her shoulders, he was trying to get a reaction... Not a reaction Just something to make her seem more Like him not hiding behind the Mask of Indifference.

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She was too busy giggling to really take in the fact that Cyrus had made his way over to sit next to her. It was only when Cyrus caught the coconut that almost fell on top of her head that she had taken notice. The coconut wasn’t a fruit widely seen in Elvin culture, so it wasn’t strange when she didn’t know what the round object was even eatable. Quickly the other half-elf had cracked it open and began drinking whatever was inside of it.

Her violet-golden eyes that were once snickering were now frozen in curiosity, confusion, and analytical state. The smell was exotic and sweet. The outside of the object was brown and looked sort of hairy, but the inside was white and a clear liquid was held within. It seemed like it was something close to honey or the sort… the object didn’t look like there were strange insects or creatures living in it…

Cyrus then outstretched his arm towards her with the strange “hive-like” object towards her. It seemed as if he wanted her do as he did and drink the liquid that was there. Cautiously she grabbed it and scantly sniffed it. It seemed that she was right about where the sweet aroma was emitting from. When he began to speak again she decided that she would rather listen carefully that take a drink from the coconut… at least just not yet.

Her eyes moved from the coconut to Cyrus’s eyes. Her face looked almost innocent and childish; if it wasn’t for the fact that she was a mature woman she would have looked shocked. “Why would you concern yourself with that? It isn’t like…” She stopped there as his arms softly rested onto her shoulders.

Normally she wasn’t one to blush… but this wasn’t exactly expected… well Cyrus being so naturally forward wasn’t really expected… In the end she couldn’t really help the small reaction and hesitated for a moment. She didn’t know if she was going to try to hit him or just let it be. She really was in a dilemma here. His actions didn’t threaten her but she just didn’t want him to think that he could just put his arms around her.

Too bad for her, Theia’s body had already made the decision for her when she dropped the coconut shell. Mentally she was grumbling at herself, her reaction so didn’t make her seem prude at all (sarcasim). Her head was now downcast and her hair covered her embarrassed and frustrated face… this wasn’t good at all.
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OCC: Sorry it took so long.

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Cyrus laughed as she dropped the coconut and hid her face with her hair, he had expected her reaction to be either a blow or hatefull words. Not dropping the coconut and hiding her face, he noticed the coconut and managed to catch it. Without using magic, he wondered if she would hit him or wanted him to move his arm... he set the coconut in the sand in such a way that it wouldnt spill the milk it had left inside. Cyrus was honestly suprised about her reaction.

He then tried to distract her with words, he said to her "I Am alone for one reason and one reason only... I shunned my peers and my family, i was so focused on what i wanted that ignored them untill i didnt have any left... Now i wander the world lookinf for Exotic materials to take back to Rhunon and have her see if she can make something out of it." He was telling the truth of course but he wondered if she had a similar sort of background, it was true they had just met, But he liked her. He had told her his history he at least expected the same back... or at least a reason why she couldnt reply.


[OOC: No worrys... it feels soo off rping him after all this time ^^ sorry if its kinda short.

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Great he was now the one laughing at her… damn karma. Despite the growing need to punch something or someone… she decided that she wouldn’t; it would be rude if she did attempt to strike out at him with the full intention to knock him out for the rest of the evening. Usually she didn’t mind making herself seem so hot tempered, despite the fact that she did have a temper, but she was stuck in the middle of the desert with no idea how to get back to the forest of the Elves. With her reasoning he was the only one that really knew where he was going. The small little voice in Theia’s head was taunting her with the knowledge that she was really evading the fact that she didn’t mind the half-elf; it didn’t help lighten her mood.

Theia emitted a small growl that expressed her annoyance. Cyrus surprisingly still tried to be civil towards her. She listened as she tried to control her frustration and ill-temper. She found the fact that he worked under Rhunon a bit odd, last she knew the elf wouldn’t take in any apprentices. Her expression did a complete turn around, she now fully eyed Cyrus with a doubtful expression and she poked his chest… not too softly either. “You work under Rhunon? Since when did she start taking in little workers?” Her voice cut a bit accusingly but it wasn’t totally harsh either. It was more like she calling him out, believing that he wasn’t telling her the complete truth.


[OOC: Its fine. Mine will be too until I build up the muse again.]
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Cyrus laughed again at her question about Rhunon taking him in and her retort about him being a "Little worker". He wasnt laughing hard just enough to annoy her. After she poked him he said "It took quite some time to gain her approval and get her to take me on... at one point we fought and i ended up headbutting her... which oddly enough resulted in her taking me on... which still baffles me." Cyrus then heard her small growl and ignored her annoyance and left his arm there. he wasnt going to just give up and let her win so easily.

Regardless he picked up the coconut and handed it to her again, hopefully this time she wouldnt drop it. Cyrus then hoped that she wouldnt throw it at him... as that would be most unpleasant to be covered in it. Cyrus played with her hair with the arm he had around her. he was really trying to push her buttons now, he figured that if this didnt work he was never going to get a reaction out of her and would be forced to give up on annoying her. he then closed his eyes expecting a punch to the face or chest.

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If his aim was to annoy her, it was working and she disliked that fact. His story seemed almost ludicrous, but why would anyone make it that strange on purpose. Her deduction abilities where supporting that his story was truthful. The idea of Rhunon being such a strange elf sort of baffled her, but it wasn’t like she knew everyone and everything.

Cyrus handed her the coconut once again after a brief moment of silence passed between them. She faced the object but her expression was now completely open, she was contemplating on whether she wanted to take the item or not. The exotic aroma made it seem like some kind of special dessert or drink… but she wasn’t familiar with it. She admitted that she would be ignorant if the substance was similar to a strong alcoholic beverage or some other chemically altering substance.

She looked back to Cyrus, “You can at least tell what the hell that round thing you’re holding is”, her voice was still accusing despite the fact that she wasn’t trying to accuse him of anything. If anything she looked rather irritated, almost bothered at not knowing something for once. She hated asking questions like a small child; although it was better than remaining ignorant.

Cyrus then began playing with her hair… was he trying to get her to hit him? Theia was beginning to think so, but she wouldn’t give him what he wanted she would contain herself. Eventually he would tire of trying to annoy her and if he did anything too forward then she would deal with him appropriately. She knew how to deal with those who tried to annoy her on purpose and she also knew how to deal with Elvin males who grew too forward with her… not that it happened often. Thiea had to credit that to the nature of the Elves, they were a race more into philosophical views, magic, traditions, honor, and etc.

This was a half-elf though… Thiea then huffed quietly and released some of her frustration.
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Cyrus chuckled as she huffed... he supposed it was time to give up. he moved his arm from her shoulder but he did so slowly, he put it down inbetween them. He then focused on her question about the Coconut. Cyrus thought she knew about them but apprently he was mistaken... He then Whispered in her ear, moving his head close to hers as he did so "It's called a coconut, its milk has many beneficial Nutrients, quite tasty as well. " he wondered if she found this annoying... he did like her. she was like him, she wasnt stuck up or arrogant. he didnt exaclty know what to talk about after he explained what coconu's were. he stared at her trying to think about what to say... he could ask about her history but he didnt want her to think He was nosy and there was no way to be discreet in this sort of conversation. Cyrus noticed his staring before looking away. he couldnt make her think he was a weirdo... that wouldnt make her think he was friendly... well as much as she could after they fought and almost killed each other.

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She was a bit alarmed when Cyrus began whispering in her ear, but at least he didn’t try anything else. Now listening to what he was saying the object was called a Coconut. According to his knowledge the milk or liquid inside of it held many natural benefits for those who drank it. The fact that taste was good was a plus but now she had to question if Cyrus would lie to her about it. He drank some himself, but what if he had built up immunity to any poison that the coconut had? There were many beautiful and sweet flowers that were extremely fatal and deadly.

She had to think about it… she would try a small sip and if there was anything about it that alarmed her she would refuse anymore. She took the coconut cautiously but like usual all her movements held grace. Violet eyes stared at the contents and a slight frown accompanied it. Theia always had a hard time trying anything new, but it had to be done. On that note she took a small sip of the clear nectar. It was a bit earthy and sweet. It was a strange combination. She couldn’t decide if she really liked it or not.

Appearing confused she took another sip. She paused afterwards. There were no strange effects and she figured that she sort of didn’t mind it. It wasn’t her favorite drink but it was better than just plain water. Slowly she began to drink the rest of the coconut milk. Theia was now calm. “It wasn’t too bad”, she told Cyrus casually.

“Now what was your question before? It seems to have escaped my memory”, she asked. She now relaxed fully into the tree behind her while softly turning her head towards the sky and her eyelids where halfway open. It seemed if she was too calm compared to her behavior before. But it wasn’t usual behavior for the half-elf. She just didn’t reveal this side of her to many, only a few that she felt were deserving to know that she wasn’t completely indifferent.

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Cyrus smiled as she drank and then asked about his question. he then replied moving his head away from her's and speaking casually as if he had done nothing wrong. "I asked why you were Alone... You dont need to answer it if you dont want to. I wont hold it against you" he was smiling again, and watched as she leaned back and got comfortable, her eye's only halfway open, Cyrus then smirked at her appearance, knowing he had got through the mask of indifference which he often used himself. but only when angry or upset, Cyrus wondered what had occured to make the Half-Elf so... Carefull with her emotions. he didnt understand holding back your good emotions.

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His voice seemed very casual and laid-back as he repeated his question. She found it slightly sweet when he then later added on that she didn’t have to answer him. Well no duh, she didn’t have to answer to anything if she didn’t want to. The fact that she brought it back up again should be enough to let the half-elf know that she didn’t mind giving him a straight forward answer. “I am alone because I choose to be alone. You can say that my past was filled with too many that were willing to stab a young elf with no hesitation. To be alone was necessary and soon I grew accustomed to it.” The answer came off as if it was the most natural occurrence in the Elvin society.

While the game was definitely played constantly usually children were not brought into it early, mainly because a young elf was rare in itself. Concern about how the child would be affected wasn’t as great as a concern as keeping the population of their race up. Theia had to admit that their race wasn’t always lovely but at least it wasn’t like the awful Riders or better yet Man-kind itself. Now those were some ungraceful, chaotic, and contradicting races. Dragons were more of a respectable race, despite the war between the Elves and the Dragons; they were similar in their ways of intellect and behavior. They didn’t completely match up of course but there were some strong similarities in her opinion.

Theia then noticed the smirk that revealed itself on his pale toned face, “So what makes you feel like smirking?” The tone seemed sort of care-free with a touch of irritation. Of course the female already had ideas of could be the cause behind his sudden change of expression, but she wanted to see if Cyrus would admit the cause to her. This was sure to be interesting.
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Cyrus smiled as he watched her, almost missing her question. he was trying to picture what she described about people trying to stab an elf child, It didnt seem correct in his mind. Most tried to abuse Elf children true, but almost No one tried to kill or harm one physically. Cyrus thought about this for a bit, it seemed a bit... Odd to say the least. He then answered her question, saying "Im thinking of how flustered you got when i put my arm around you... i hope i didnt upset you..." he was being sarcastic at the end but it wasnt easily caught.

Cyrus then thought of something to truly either annoy her or make her happy either would be acceptable in the situation. He used the Ancient language with his mind. He put one palm on the sand as a small portion started to glow and change shape and material. Soon he had almost no strength and had a beautifull necklace for his trouble, he offered it to her. It was Beaded the beads were gold. At the point where the necklace would be on her chest just visible was a large blue Sapphire, it was pure and unblemished. it was held by an Iron sort of case which covered the edges while the sapphire could still be seen.

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Casually she looked at him, noting that he looked slightly confused. She didn’t know if it was regarding her answer or her question, in the end it didn’t matter. At this moment the young female half-elf was at ease. Her muscles were no longer tense and she was not over-analyzing, if anything she felt like letting go of some of the details that her mind was automatically picking up. For an example, the red-orange glow of the small fire spreading across the small oasis. Her violet eyes lazily took notice as the soft glow stretched out until one point where the shadows began to devour it.

The air was mixed with traces of sand that made her throat dry. Even her lips could easily taste the earthy and salty grains of sand. The light breeze, that was actually a small wind, made the desert feel quite chilly; but only because the night had taken the place of day. There were moments in her life; her perspective; her thoughts seemed to slow down. Almost like time itself decided to slow down in order for her to enjoy the world around her and her own existence. It was an enlightening experience but one that never lasted too long for the half-elf when there was company.

Cyrus’s answer to her question drew her out of her previous thoughts. Her mind digested the way he spoke to her crudely but despite this she still was able to tell that he was using some sarcasm. Automatically she lifted a brow slightly. She didn’t say anything, despite the fact that she had wanted to. The stirring of magic and Cyrus’s energy made her just observe for the moment. She wanted to wait until after he was done completing whichever task he recently set out to do.

Whispers of the Ancient Language were heard as he placed his palm upon the sand, glowing softly underneath. She was aware of the energy that swirled and twisted to form some sort of object. She grew puzzled and then soon slightly concerned when Cyrus appeared drained of energy.

Somehow he had managed to pull out a necklace from the sand. Theia stared at the beadwork which was golden in color and very tiny but extremely appealing. A blue sapphire contrasted with the golden light from the beads and caught her attention quickly. She was impressed to say the least but she didn’t know how to go about her reaction. He would make it easier on her.

He held it out towards her and she took a hold of it, gently. The finely crafted piece was held between her hands with both her thumbs and index fingers. The rest of her hands cupped the necklace so she wouldn’t accidently drop it. Violet eyes drew closer to the object. Patiently she began inspecting it. Learning that the large sapphire was also encased in iron to secure it to the necklace and the beads were engraved exquisitely.

Her face now turned back towards him in confusion, “How did you make this? And why are you giving this to me?” She was rightfully confused now. Why did he just suddenly decide to do this? It didn’t make any sense to her. What exactly was he trying to express with forging and giving her this beautifully crafted treasure? Her thoughts weren’t exactly clear to her consciousness, meaning her thoughts seemed like one big blur to her. It could be the fact that her body was about ready to rest again or it could be that she was just mentally drained somehow. Either way she hoped that Cyrus would just make it easier on her and just simplify the matter by answering her questions.
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