forum Medeis {open}

Started June 19, 2019 by @Reblod flag

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Azriel gasped in mock offense. "I like to think being an 'Azriel lover' is a very easy task," she shot back with a hair flip.

Loving this side of her normally reserved angel, the elf decided to keep matching fire with fire. "It's about as easy as being an Iris lover," she risked, arching a brow for Azriel's response.

Azriel held up her hands in agreement. "Like I said. A fairly easy task." She shook her head. "Honestly, it's like you're not hearing me."

"Hmm, I don't know if I agree with that…" She turned a gaze at the rest of their clump. "Perhaps we should gather their opinions if it's so 'fairly freaking easy'. I'm pretty sure I've created such a kind, generous first impression."

Azriel rolled her eyes. "Oh, do shut up. You're not allowed to do that. Just because you act like a… like an ass, doesn't mean you actually are an ass."

Her vision wandered and jolted to the girl. "Are you implying that I am not a cold, heartless bitch? I am very much offended," the elf sniffed, though she was silently warmed by her words.

"I'm sure you are," Azriel said sarcastically. "Now could you please shut up, already? I think it's been made quite clear that you're not a heartless bi - twit, though your hands are admittedly very cold."

"Twit. Such an improvement." The elf smirked. "My hands were cold, but you have a talent for warming things up. Not just hands. Hearts, lips…" Iris didn't finish, letting the comment hang in the air.

Azriel crossed her arms, feeling her face heat up. "I told you to shut. Up." She pouted, looking away.

She loved this side, too, Iris decided. The humble, easily flustered angel. "You really are so easily lovable," Iris breathed out, unintentionally.

Azriel groaned, hiding herself in her wings. "You're not shutting up. Now is decidedly not the time for flirting. I look like I've just flown into the sun, and it's all your fault."

"But you are the sun, in my world," Iris giggled, a foreign sound even to her ears. "You set that one up, I had to," was her apology.

Azriel crossed her arms tighter and straightened her spine even more, trying to maintain composure. "You're going to make my heart implode, you arse," she muttered.

Reluctantly, the Yrnan spared her. Laughing, again - she did that quite often with Azriel - the elf tossed over her shoulder, "See? I am a jerk."

Azriel sputtered. "No, no that is most definitely not what I - I just meant - " she snapped her mouth shut in frustration.

Stretching for show, Iris turned around at her little angel growling and stuttering. Love that, too. The thought flashed by before she could comprehend it. "I think I've won, sweetie."

There are several choices that have been set before the group. Turn south, deeper into Yrnan territory, and go around the mountains, continue true west and trek through the mountains or head north towards potentially hostile tribal lands. Mountain passes are often treacherous and sometimes are blocked. There is, however, a path into Craisio through the mountains used for trade in the north. All choices present the risk of potential death or imprisonment.

Clare ignored the couples flirting and interrupted them again loudly in Medien, "So You want to keep heading west right? We are heading through the not so safe mountain passes then?" She asked this as a question hoping that the Elf wouldn't suggest they go through Craisio.

"West, for sure," the elf said in Medein, eyes darting to the human. "But the mountain pass… one wrong step onto a snowdrift and we're all dead. And that's only one of the many, many ways to die in a mountain pass. Which is exactly the opposite of what we're aiming for," she reminded. Her mind speculated over their options - navigating around would require tunneling back into Yrna; a grimace overcame her features at the mere idea. Perhaps they could travel North or South, but risking that chance when her - and Azriel's - lives were on the line was too dangerous.
A wise voice came from Iris, mulling, "I do know there is a trade route through the mountains. It'll be a fairly direct guide West and leads to Craisio. Which, miss Dance Party over here-" she pointed at the red-headed human "-seems to be from."
Yes, Craisio was by far the most mysterious and secretive human kingdom, yet with a citizen in their posse Craisions wouldn't harm the group, right? Although Yrna had not proved this thought process to be true, Iris bitterly realized. Not only that, curiosity was alluring, too. The Yrnan decided to omit the fact that their fellow human prisoner was heading to Craisio. Had been heading to Craisio. And the fact that Craisio was a gold mine for powerful magic.

Clare prevented herself from whimpering, "Are we sure about going through Craisio, I mean sure it's a nice place, lots of magic and manipulative families but…." Clare sighed, "Craisio isn't the safest place for me to be, well actually Craisio is the safest place for me to be, that's the problem. You know what fine what ever, we can go back to that place, we should be fine as long as you have someone from there in your group and you have two."

Iris blinked twice, before a whispered, "Pardon?" The word came out more or less as a threat, the elf's eyes flashing. "Say that all again… this time in Medein and not Contradicting Thoughts."

Clare sighed, she hadn't realized her dialog flickering between Craision and Medien, she formulated the sentence in her mind before speaking, "Craisio Is my home kingdom, you could say I'm kinda a big deal there, The danger is I could be recognized and be brought to my parents, something I want to avoid, however, I doubt this will happen if we're careful, and even if it does happen I'm sure I could manage to wheedle the rest you through the country. We should be safe enough." I hope, she added in her mind not speaking the words.

Understanding darted into the Yrnan's eyes before she shoved the goddamned thing out. You've become so soft over these few days, Iris.
Nevertheless, her voice did not come out as steely as planned. "We could always just disguise you. Your hair's probably the biggest giveaway," the elf analyzed. "And if your parents come hunting after you… well, let's just say I've outrun, out-thought, and outfought parents before. Yet, that was still when I had my sword," she mused, directing a pointed look at the girl.

Clare looked at the Elf's empty sheath, "you know I did see a sword that looked a lot like it would fit that sheath…" She untied her bag and reached into one of the pocket, "Is this your sword?" Clare pulled out a blade that looked like it could fit the Elf's sheath.