A Family For The Kingdom

[Davion]

With a smile, Dalton watches the group greet the last member and takes a place at the door, urging the rest inside. After several minutes of small discussion and introductions, a pale white hand gently rests itself on his shoulder. Behind him, he finds Lyra Whiteleaf, an elf woman who was considered taller and more fair than many even by native elf standards of appearance. Inside already boiling at the protest that Dalton longed to release, he found himself swallowing the verbal lava that frothed at his lips. With a gentle touch and unusually warm greeting, Lyra instructed and escorted away Aya and Theron from the group after a brief explanation of her duty as a specialty care taker.

Once the three girls had left the building, leaving it to Dalton, Joane, Torrim, and Daniel, an eerie silence crept over the group as they watched his face askew with anger. Finally upon outburst, Dalton unleashed a swathe of verbal knowledge that might even impress a dwarven elder... on a good day. Face flushed with the aftereffects of rage, he swept a hand through his hair and patted down his face with a cloth from a nearby table, he regained his composure to address them.

"Sorry it had to happen so suddenly, I was given the impression I would get a great deal longer with Aya and Theron before they were taken by Lyra. The needs of a young girl like Theron and someone with a mental connection to a dragon like Aya call for a specialist in nurture and growth. You may see them about, but for now they will be separate from our group and trained individually under Lyra's superb tutelage." Dalton chose his words well, though the distress still wore on his face somewhat. With a grimace, he realized that the hard expectations of the Merchant King's domain would never be completely lost on him.

"I think we have seen enough of the accommodations, drop off your extra gear and keep your weapons and armor with you. We are going to stop by the armory to pick up any pieces you may be missing, repair and polish those you do have, and test out your mettle." Turning a slight eye to Torrim, somewhat as if he had known the thought regarding the feast, Dalton addressed the issue of a meal. "The Merchant King will be holding a small reception for you later on, there will be plenty to dine from." Perhaps he just knew the great hunger of dwarves.

 

[Vanya]

The big city, its sounds and smells, reminded little Theron of home. If she thought she could get away with it she would have darted off the ship and into the crowds in a heartbeat. But she didn't. Instead, she grabbed hold of Daniel's hand and followed the group off the ship and into her new home. Her grip tightened as her eyes eagerly took in all the sights to see and all the new targets. As innocently as her gaze could have been, it was anything but, it was a calculating gaze full of apraisel when a certain piece of glittering jewelry passed by. In a brief instant, she let go of Daniel's hand and slipped off into the crowd. No doubt her disappearance would cause worry among her makeshift family if she was noticed missing before she returned.

Darting here and there through the crowd, Theron went after what caught her attention, intent on getting it and getting back to the group. But it was not to be. Her large shirt caused her to stumble and fall, landing hard and skinning both hands and knees and bringing small tears to her eyes. She sniffled a bit, her hands coming up to rub at her eyes, the little scratches bleeding slightly and leaving a small red streak on her cheek. She pouted, not at falling, but at the fact that her quarry had escaped. However all was not lost, gentle hands lifted Theron up to her feet and a gently smiling woman greeted her view. "Hush, you'll be fine now. Let me see your hands." The lady's voice was calm and soothing, making Theron smile a bit and offer her hands to the lady's gaze. "Scratched yourself when you fell down huh?" She tutted to herself and pulled a handkerchief out of her purse, dabbing at Theron's cuts. "There! They'll heal quick, you're lucky you didn't hurt yourself more." She got to her feet and patted Theron's head, wherein Theron beamed and gave the nice lady a hug before darting off again. In her hand, clutched tightly in a fist, was a very pretty bracelet.

By the time she got back to where she had left the group, they were already gone. That didn't stop her for long, snooping around was her specialty and soon she was back with the group, acting as if nothing was wrong.

They were in a nice big building that to Theron looked like it had plenty of shiny things to snitch. She didn't get much time to take in much more, like the new addition to her little family before a strange lady came and led her and Aya away from the others. This Theron did not like and her stance said it too, her body rigid and a frown on her face. "Don't wanna go!" she said stubbornly, still clinging to the bracelet and very intent on not going anywhere that was away from the others. Yet she had little choice in the matter and so, darting forward she thrust the bracelet into Dainel's hands and left with Aya, not liking it at all.

Woe to those who kept her away from what was hers.