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Darby laughed. "A lot older than you, that's for sure." he replied to the girl, letting his age be a game. Still, she was five? Poor girl lost her parents at such a young age.. He was seated next to Ophelia to keep her company while she ate up her dinner. She was as hungry as Altherus, seeing how she gobbled up her food like a wolf pup. Darby could use a bite, but noticed Morywin standing at a distance, quietly observing them. When her gaze fell on him, he excused himself from the table and encouraged Ophelia to carry on eating. "I'll be right back," he said after giving her a few pats on her slightly tangled hair. Maybe he could ask Garaeth to have one of his servants groom her.
"What's the matter?" he asked her, concerned. "Why don't you sit down with us?"
- - -
"Ekuare.." the bound pale elf snarled as he was kicked to the floor by the queen's lackeys. His long, chestnut hair was a mess and he had bruises all over his body. He coughed, blood scattered from his mouth and it made the queen laugh on her makeshift throne. They were camping outside Evenloch on the highest hill they could find, and they managed to catch a spy from the Forest tribe.
"State your name, tale-tell brat," purred Ekuare, leaning herself to the side while propping her cheek in her bandaged palm.
"I'll never- oof!" the prisoner received a sharp kick to the ribs for his stubbornness, and he coughed a few more times in pain. "L-Limion." he rasped.
"Well, Limion!" Ekuare stood up from her throne. "I can't have you running back to your petty family and tell them what you've seen today." She walked over to him, nudging his blue and black face with her dark, barefeet. "That would be very troublesome for us, wouldn't it?"
Limion spat at her, but missed. "Elder Nengell will know," he threatened her. "He will, and it'll be the end of you!"
Ekuare waved him off, calling his bluff. "Well, you know," she said slowly. "There are other things to be worried about too."
Limion chuckled. "There's nothing as blasphemous as what you've done you rotten bitch."
Ekuare tutted Limion condescendingly. "Tsk tsk, such language!" Then she looked at one of her large henchmen. "Bring it over."
The henchman left the room, then returned promptly with something long and narrow in his hands. Ekuare took it, then knelt down so Limion could see what it was. "Does this look familiar to you?" She watched as Limion strained his grey eyes to focus on whatever the Mountain Queen was holding, and the blood from his face drained completely. Ekuare smirked, then giggled as she watched the mouse fall for the trap.
It was Morywin's arrow, coated with the dry blood of Ekuare.
"What's the matter?" he asked her, concerned. "Why don't you sit down with us?"
- - -
"Ekuare.." the bound pale elf snarled as he was kicked to the floor by the queen's lackeys. His long, chestnut hair was a mess and he had bruises all over his body. He coughed, blood scattered from his mouth and it made the queen laugh on her makeshift throne. They were camping outside Evenloch on the highest hill they could find, and they managed to catch a spy from the Forest tribe.
"State your name, tale-tell brat," purred Ekuare, leaning herself to the side while propping her cheek in her bandaged palm.
"I'll never- oof!" the prisoner received a sharp kick to the ribs for his stubbornness, and he coughed a few more times in pain. "L-Limion." he rasped.
"Well, Limion!" Ekuare stood up from her throne. "I can't have you running back to your petty family and tell them what you've seen today." She walked over to him, nudging his blue and black face with her dark, barefeet. "That would be very troublesome for us, wouldn't it?"
Limion spat at her, but missed. "Elder Nengell will know," he threatened her. "He will, and it'll be the end of you!"
Ekuare waved him off, calling his bluff. "Well, you know," she said slowly. "There are other things to be worried about too."
Limion chuckled. "There's nothing as blasphemous as what you've done you rotten bitch."
Ekuare tutted Limion condescendingly. "Tsk tsk, such language!" Then she looked at one of her large henchmen. "Bring it over."
The henchman left the room, then returned promptly with something long and narrow in his hands. Ekuare took it, then knelt down so Limion could see what it was. "Does this look familiar to you?" She watched as Limion strained his grey eyes to focus on whatever the Mountain Queen was holding, and the blood from his face drained completely. Ekuare smirked, then giggled as she watched the mouse fall for the trap.
It was Morywin's arrow, coated with the dry blood of Ekuare.
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