forum Medeis {open}

Started June 19, 2019 by @Reblod flag

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The elf narrows his eyes but says nothing more. The human has also gone quiet, staring at the floor with unfocused eyes.

Azriel tried not to shake too badly. Not knowing what the 3 in the middle of the room are talking about was making her unusually nervous. They could be discussing murder, for all she knew.

Iris propped herself against the wall, crossing her arms over her chest. She wasn't going to break the silence first.

“So, why are you guys here?” Bella choose her words carefully and slowly. who were these people? She didn’t trust them and she decided to force them to talk. She didn’t want bad things happening to her and her- friends? Comrades? Prison buddies? Anyway, she didn’t want anything bad to happen. Putting her mind control into her Medien, she said, “Tell me who you are and why you are here. Don’t leave out any details. Tell me if you are planning to hurt anyone in this cell.”

The elf's eyes harden at the words. He appears more aggravated about the use of magic than affected by it. You can hear the soft hum of magic as he creates a barrier around the two, his eyes glowing softly. The human opens her mouth to speak but as the barrier forms, she seems to shake it off.

Arabella glares at the two with a hatred she had only felt for her father. She got up out of the comfort of Azriels wings and began to repeat what she had said earlier and stared the two straight down. She would get information if it was the last thing she did.

The human girl flinches and glances to her companion who is meeting Arabella's glare with defiance. Her eyes shift between the two but she lowers her gaze back to the floor.

Azriel wrapped her wing back around herself when Arabella left, sheltering herself from the newcomers. She had no idea what any of them were saying, so she tried to focus on individual sounds. Which didn't help in any way.

Arabella kept talking until her words turned into a yell of hatred. At last, she threw herself at the elf with a screech.

Azriel quickly stood up. "Arabella, stop," she pleaded in Brachish, hoping Arabella would somehow understand.

Arabella turned toward Azriel. The fire draining from her eyes. She swayed, the world seemed to be trembling beneath her feet. She barely made over to the wall before she collapse of exhaustion. Exhaustion that serves no purpose.

Azriel nearly tripped as she rushed over to Arabella. Without thinking, she enveloped her with both her arms and her wings. As soon as she realized what she had done, she froze, pulling away. Not everyone wants you to care for them, she scolded herself.

Arabella’s unconscious figure began muttering the words, “don’t go… you might not survive..”. Her eyes fluttered open and the first thing she saw was Azriel.

(Oh heck I forgot Azriel doesn't speak Medeian and had to fix it ahaha… ha)
Azriel jumped. What was the girl saying? She moved backwards quickly, muttering apologies.

“Azriel. Stay.” She that the angel didn’t speak Medien but she hoped that she would get the gist.

Azriel stopped, slowly walking closer to the girl. She didn't understand the words but she understood the meaning behind them. She went back to sit next to Arabella, cautiously unfurling her wings and giving them a nervous shake.

Iris glimpsed the exchange out of the corner of her eye but decided to stay out of it. Instead, her eyes locked onto the human girl… she did not look like someone who belonged in Yrna. Softly treading across the cool dungeon, Iris's voice sought out the girl's in Magrifan. "I know we've made such an awesome first impression," she started, approaching her. "But honestly. Why are you here?"

The girl smiles despite her friend's bared teeth.
"I'm a merchant from Senkrei. This was my first time going out on my own." Her smile falls. "Yrna is allied with my home country. I thought it was safe here. We were in some small farming village for trade when soldiers rode in from the east. I tried to tell them but they wouldn't listen. They put us in chains and dragged as here." Her eyes water and she wipes at them with a sleeve. The glint of manacles can be seen in the dim light.

Azriel looked at the newcomers again, her heart aching for them. Sure, the exact same thing had happened to her, but she was over 300 years old. She could handle it.

Arabella pulled out her dagger from the belt on her tunic and began to carve a rough picture into the stone walls. The picture was of an Angel and a human. You could tell they were friends. She wrote a question mark and turned to Azriel, holding out the knife. She wanted to be friends.

Azriel smiled softly at the drawing, nodding to Arabella. I really need to learn Medeian, she thought to herself.

Ignoring the elf, Iris's heart tugs in sympathy. She learned a long time ago that Yrna was never safe. She would've tried to help her break free of the chains, but her power was being significantly affected by the cold cell. In Magrifan, Iris continued, softly now, "And your family?"

Azriel opened her wings again, briefly, and noticed that it seemed to have gotten even colder. She wished she could just encircle the whole room with her wings so that everyone could be warm. Or, better yet, have a power more useful than controlling winds and clouds, something more like fire.

"They never stay in one spot but…they told me to meet them in the capital of Craisio on the first day of the eclipse…in five days. I'm never going to see them again am I?" The tears she has been holding back fall and the elf leans in closer. He makes an attempt to move a hand but the clink of chains stops him. A bitter expression passes over his face.

Cautiously, Azriel stood and walked over to the girl, putting a hand on her shoulder. She desperately wanted to communicate with the girl, but all the was able to do was give her a meaningful look and keep her hand on the girl's arm for comfort. She briefly looked over to Iris, then shook her head.

Bella’s head perked up when she heard the word Craisio. “Craisio? Are you going to Craisio?” Bella spoke I’m her fluent Craision hoping that someone would understand.

Her eyes flitted between the elf and human, wondering if she was drawing conclusions too soon. Either way, the elf would be more inclined to help them if they helped the girl. Iris examined the chains a little closer, trying to find a crack or weakness.