forum Medeis {open}

Started June 19, 2019 by @Reblod flag

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It's about midday when you leave the prison. To avoid being captured again, you stay out of sight until night falls. Despite the elves' night vision, the cover of darkness will help you greatly. You aren't safe yet.

Pacing over the clearing, Iris's jumbled thoughts flew in and out of her mind. She had materialized a block of ice, now pressed against her forehead, earlier in the day. As the sun set the elf finally sat down, senses sharpening.
The girl had said Yrnan guards were throwing foreigners into dungeons. She also said guards had come from the East. Quickly, Iris deduced that they had to travel West. She said as much to the group.
Secondly, the matter of her sword. The elf had ransacked the unconscious guards and now possessed several daggers and a few swords. None as fine as hers, though. The weapons were strapped alongside the Yrnan's body, but her sheath remained empty.
Third, the thought that Iris continuously pushed away as it intruded in and again. Azriel. Not now.
Distracting herself, she went to the group and claimed, "We should use the cover of the night to our advantage. Run West, get information on what's happening in Yrna." Her eyes trailed to her angel before snapping back to the others. "Are we all going together? Everyone's on the same side?"

Azriel nodded in silent agreement, reminding herself not to speak because the others wouldn't understand her. Like I'd go anywhere else, she thought to herself. Ahyin sent her a message of confusion, which she chose to ignore.

Clare had been swinging her Bo staff through different stances when Iris spoke up, "Well I'm not going back home and I don't have any other plans so, I'll stick along." She Let go of her Bo staff and it vanished, "If any one wants a weapon you can look through my bag and find one, I have a few interesting things in there, I picked up a few weapons on my way out of the Prison, besides those I have a few interesting things." (Just so you guys know 'I'll stick along' Is a good example of little mistakes Clare makes when she talks)

Azriel looked over to Iris in confusion. "What did she say?" She asked quietly, embarrassed to have to ask. "I do apologize, I really should learn Medein."

"She has weapons," the elf declared victoriously in Brachish, leaping lightly onto her feet. Her eyes perked up at the mere prospect, before turning back to the human. "I'll take a look," she nonchalantly declared in Medein, hesitantly sending Azriel a questioning glance - does she want any?

Azriel tentatively went over to the bag. "There wouldn't happen to be any staffs? Or daggers?" She asked Iris softly.

Get yourself together, Yrnan.
She inhaled heavily before whispering out in Brachish, "Would you like to come check? With… me?" No matter how she berated herself, the elf couldn't keep out the waver that threatened to overpower her voice.

Azriel tilted her head slightly in confusion. "Are - Are you upset? Have I upset you - oh, gods, I have, haven't I?" She said, hiding her face with her hands.

"No." Iris states firmly, despite her trembling hands. "You've… rarely," she pauses, stuttering. "-upset me. Let's-" she winces at the word, "We can just - check - together." Another cringe, her voice giving away her desperation. Why are you like this?

Azriel looked up, putting her hands down for a moment to study Iris's face. Her tone of voice was worrying Azriel. What was wrong? She nodded mutely.

"Okay." The elf was on a verge of an emotional meltdown, never having comprehended how to be in a relationship. Were they even in a relationship? What did they have, 'together'? No one would want to be with her and her cold self. No one. "Okay."
She approached the pocket leading into cracker haven, turning back to make sure Azriel was on her heels.

Azriel have Iris a small smile when she turned to look at her. "Are you sure? That you're alright? Because I - I could certainly just go sit over there and leave you alone, if that's what you need, I can be overbearing, I know," she said as though her words couldn't get out fast enough. Her face was visibly anxious, though she tried to hide it.

"No! I mean." Iris blushes, a pretty yet rare occurrence, at her outburst. "No, you can come with-" the elf pauses, physically working around her barrier. "I want you to come," she finally admits, turning away. Stupid, opening up like this. Stupid, stupid girl. Cheeks now violently inflamed, the Yrnan starts heading faster to the human's pocket dimension.

Azriel smiled uncertainly.. "O - alright," she said, nearly falling to the ground because she wasn't paying attention. Iris's blush may have been the cutest thing she'd ever seen.

(Fam I just checked their ages and Azriel's about 100 years older than Iris, which makes sense for their respective species, but like… weird, right?)
She jumped in the girl's bag - not bothering to ask for permission - to greet piles upon stacks and mountains of crackers. A small smile met her still warm face at how comforting this setting was. Iris dared to turn her gaze back, to Azriel.

(Yee I remember that lmao. Ye, kinda weird)
"There are so many crackers," Azriel whispered, finally daring to look at Iris and hold her gaze.

Silver grey eyes meet blue, with stashes of crackers forming looming towers over their bodies. "I wish life could just be like this," the elf breathed, a hint of yearning in her voice. "No stress, no people, just…" she motioned between the two. "Surrounded by crackers and no judgement."

Azriel nodded, eyes wide. "Crackers are good," she breathed, voice cracking. Looking into Iris's eyes, she thought they looked like explosions, flecks of silver dispersed throughout. She found herself unable to look away. "I like you," she whispered, nodding to herself.

(dies at the pun)
Her breath hitched, suddenly overrun with emotion. In this cracker paradise, she didn't have to Iris Glarore, or a Yrnan elf. She was just a girl. She was hers. "I do, too." The words are mumbled out, each with a space in between. "I… like you. I like you." She stated firmly, now, a fact. "A lot," she added, blushing again.

Clare shouted down into the bag "Oops, I opened it to the wrong part get out I have to open it to the not cracker section!"

Azriel opened her mouth, but was unable to find her voice. She smiled and rested a hand on her stomach where she had been stabbed, out of reflex. That was all she could ever do when someone got close to her; fidget and stare, cursing herself the entire time.

Awkwardly Iris crawled out of the bag, shooting daggers into the human girl's neck. Simmering in silent rage, she reached over and clasped her angel's hand in hers, needing the contact.

Azriel blushed like a white girl with a terrible sunburn. She inwardly cursed the human who had interrupted them, but she was able to keep her face calm.

(Okay Relsey, I see how it is…)
Barely maintaining the volume of her voice, Iris hissed, "Are you going to flip your handy dandy bag dimension thing and get us those weapons, or what?" Suffice to say, the elf was aggravated and pissed. The temperature dropped a few in her frustration, except for the air around her angel. Somehow, her subconsciousness acknowledged that she had to keep Azriel warm and safe.

"Maybe Clare can get us our weapons?" Azriel suggested innocently, slightly frustrated. "We could make a camp for tonight, and find out what the elves are plotting tomorrow."