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His thoughts, blood, movement, heart, everything was sluggish. So very slow and cold. He shouldn't be cold. He'd been cold before, though. He couldn't remember when or why, but he knew this cold, he knew the icy chill of it, the fear that spread through his system at realizing he couldn't escape it and didn't know how to fight it. But he did know that he had to wake up and Anrar struggled back to consciousness, blinking slowly before he tried to comprehend his surroundings.
The first thing he saw was Firekicker secured to a tree, the horse munching away on the grass at his feet contentedly. Two more horses were beside him and then dark green eyes flickered about to find two faces watching him with hard patience. His hand immediately tried to move for a weapon - a dagger or his sword - but came up short first by the cold that slowed him and then the rope he realized was around both his wrists. His arms were tied behind him and his back pressed against the tree behind him by a longer rope about his chest. Normally such things would not have been hindering to Anrar as he'd simply burn the rope, but with the frost he could still feel coating his skin, it wasn't a possibility right now as far as he could see.
"Ah, the princeling wakes."
Princeling.
That one word made the fire elemental's eyes widen, memory flashing through his head, just words, voices, but meaningful in some way he could not yet piece together. Princeling. He knew that name, that mocking and sometimes affectionate title. He'd heard it before. And....and these two people knew who he was, really knew. "Who are you?" His voice was slow, quiet, but steady and the two raised brows, looking surprised. The female spun a knife in her fingers. "We haven't changed that much, Anrar."
"I don't know you."
Now there were slightly worried looks, the two siblings glancing one to the other and the male's eyes narrowed. "You are Anrar Noldoron, yes?"
Anrar looked between the two, knowing he now had the opportunitity to lie, to say he was not and see what they did....or to tell the truth and say he was...and hope they did not have evil intentions. He had felt fear of them, seeing them at first, but now he had to wonder if it was their power he'd sensed and feared for looking at them now...he didn't feel fear. Rather he felt....like he should know something that he couldn't grasp as those gold eyes awaited his answer. Anrar shifted slightly, still feeling sluggish with the cold only slowly thawing around him. He wished he had more to go on, more to base a decision on, but he didn't....so he did what he was always telling Evel not to do; he took a chance.
"I am."
Smiles came to the ice elementals' faces and the male nodded slowly, looking at him with a puzzled expression. "Then how can you not know us?"
"Why am I restrained?" He wasn't answering anymore questions until he got some answers himself. The female snorted softly. "Because you're a bit of a wild thing, Anrar, and from what we'd heard, you've been living with the elves. We could not be sure what kind of greeting you'd give us. We honestly didn't think those ropes or our ice would hold you for long. I'm surprised you didn't burn them to a cinder when you woke." She was reaching for him now and the blond shrank away instantly, causing the female to pause and look at him a bit more closely. "Prince, I would not harm you. Surely you know this?"
"Isis, I do think something has happened to Anrar." He looked to the blond. "I am right, yes?"
To say Anrar was confused was an understatement and right now he was scared, too. He didn't know if these two were friend or foe. They'd taken him down and now were being friendly, but he didn't know them even as they seemed to know him and he had to get back to Evel. Oh, stars, Evel!
Anrar wasn't sure what happened in that moment at the thought of the small Knight, but he felt an instant warmth sweep through him, his fire follow after it like a savage beast, making his body steam as the frost melted and evaporated and the ropes caught fire, making the two ice elementals jump back, wary as the blond stood and looked over the two of them with narrowed, suspicious eyes. "I don't know who either of you are. I barely know who I am and right now I don't have the time to answer fifty thousands questions. I have a friend to help and you'd better hope to the gods above that person is still alive when I get to them or I am holding YOU responsible for my delay!" He was nearly growling by the end, flames wrapping up his arms and the two had taken a few steps back, Isis holding up her hands gently.
"Anrar, my Prince, we meant no harm. We simply-"
"Ride and talk." Anrar snapped back, already swinging up on Firekicker and the two siblings looked at one another before they rushed for their own mounts. Anrar wanted to know about them, who they were, how they thought they knew him, but not at the expense of losing Evel.
The first thing he saw was Firekicker secured to a tree, the horse munching away on the grass at his feet contentedly. Two more horses were beside him and then dark green eyes flickered about to find two faces watching him with hard patience. His hand immediately tried to move for a weapon - a dagger or his sword - but came up short first by the cold that slowed him and then the rope he realized was around both his wrists. His arms were tied behind him and his back pressed against the tree behind him by a longer rope about his chest. Normally such things would not have been hindering to Anrar as he'd simply burn the rope, but with the frost he could still feel coating his skin, it wasn't a possibility right now as far as he could see.
"Ah, the princeling wakes."
Princeling.
That one word made the fire elemental's eyes widen, memory flashing through his head, just words, voices, but meaningful in some way he could not yet piece together. Princeling. He knew that name, that mocking and sometimes affectionate title. He'd heard it before. And....and these two people knew who he was, really knew. "Who are you?" His voice was slow, quiet, but steady and the two raised brows, looking surprised. The female spun a knife in her fingers. "We haven't changed that much, Anrar."
"I don't know you."
Now there were slightly worried looks, the two siblings glancing one to the other and the male's eyes narrowed. "You are Anrar Noldoron, yes?"
Anrar looked between the two, knowing he now had the opportunitity to lie, to say he was not and see what they did....or to tell the truth and say he was...and hope they did not have evil intentions. He had felt fear of them, seeing them at first, but now he had to wonder if it was their power he'd sensed and feared for looking at them now...he didn't feel fear. Rather he felt....like he should know something that he couldn't grasp as those gold eyes awaited his answer. Anrar shifted slightly, still feeling sluggish with the cold only slowly thawing around him. He wished he had more to go on, more to base a decision on, but he didn't....so he did what he was always telling Evel not to do; he took a chance.
"I am."
Smiles came to the ice elementals' faces and the male nodded slowly, looking at him with a puzzled expression. "Then how can you not know us?"
"Why am I restrained?" He wasn't answering anymore questions until he got some answers himself. The female snorted softly. "Because you're a bit of a wild thing, Anrar, and from what we'd heard, you've been living with the elves. We could not be sure what kind of greeting you'd give us. We honestly didn't think those ropes or our ice would hold you for long. I'm surprised you didn't burn them to a cinder when you woke." She was reaching for him now and the blond shrank away instantly, causing the female to pause and look at him a bit more closely. "Prince, I would not harm you. Surely you know this?"
"Isis, I do think something has happened to Anrar." He looked to the blond. "I am right, yes?"
To say Anrar was confused was an understatement and right now he was scared, too. He didn't know if these two were friend or foe. They'd taken him down and now were being friendly, but he didn't know them even as they seemed to know him and he had to get back to Evel. Oh, stars, Evel!
Anrar wasn't sure what happened in that moment at the thought of the small Knight, but he felt an instant warmth sweep through him, his fire follow after it like a savage beast, making his body steam as the frost melted and evaporated and the ropes caught fire, making the two ice elementals jump back, wary as the blond stood and looked over the two of them with narrowed, suspicious eyes. "I don't know who either of you are. I barely know who I am and right now I don't have the time to answer fifty thousands questions. I have a friend to help and you'd better hope to the gods above that person is still alive when I get to them or I am holding YOU responsible for my delay!" He was nearly growling by the end, flames wrapping up his arms and the two had taken a few steps back, Isis holding up her hands gently.
"Anrar, my Prince, we meant no harm. We simply-"
"Ride and talk." Anrar snapped back, already swinging up on Firekicker and the two siblings looked at one another before they rushed for their own mounts. Anrar wanted to know about them, who they were, how they thought they knew him, but not at the expense of losing Evel.
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