She couldn’t decide if she was excited about it, or dreading it. She could see that time coming when they’d have a deep discussion about it when no one else was around. He was the only person she trusted anyway, mostly because he was the only one who could understand.Īnd even he hadn’t seen her admission of guilt coming, even with his discernment that had gotten her out of about three hundred and thirty seven or so messes. Why couldn’t she just be strong in front of them and weak when no one but her brother could see? Why was it that she only cried on Niarok’s shoulder when there were other people around? Yila stared deep into the flames of the fire. It might be really interesting to see how Niarok reacts to her, though, so if you ever bring her in again… XD I’ve never met Liorah, but she sounds… terrifying. agree with your less evil plan to instate the evil plan later. This reply was modified 2 months ago by Laura K. It was how he could tell who he could trust, especially here amongst strangers. It was how he kept his enemies away and his comrades close. Rúan caught her looking, and he immediately turned to stare at the ground in front of him, trying not to let any of his embarrassment show. One of the females, a girl with black hair and red streaks, noticed as he tried to smother the orange flames with his hands, and she continued to stare, dumbfounded, as his extinguished hair began emitting after-smoke. The water inside quivered and sloshed with the tremors.Ī small fwoom sounded right next to his ears and, with a groan of embarrassment, he realized his hair had caught fire. The fingers gripping the flask curled inward as his hands began to shake with fury. Maybe Rúan wouldn’t have let Osløn get a stab at his leg … Maybe Yulenna would not have suffered the wound in her side that would surely scar. Maybe his mother would not have been dragged off. Rúan stared down into his flask, brooding over the attack that had nearly maimed him. The conversation between Niarok and the other young man, from as much as Rúan could pick up from the opposite side of the cave, was imbalanced, with Niarok supplying the majority of the words spoken between them. Plus … Niarok unsettled him, with that warm, intuitive gaze that seemed to reach for the depths of his soul. Maybe he should not have snapped at the man who had possibly just saved his life, but apologizing just seemed like a bad idea at the moment. XD)Ī pit formed in Rúan’s stomach as he watched Niarok make his way across the cave to someone else. (Haha, if Rúan ever hears he got complimented on his hair …. (Hello! I’m glad to be welcomed in such a warm fashion Your username is awesome!) HELLO!! This is Wingiby here, and WELCOME! Your character sounds epic, and I love your description of his hair (it just really stuck with me)! Leytera’s big eyes searched his face, looking for an explanation. He sank back down, half falling over with his bad balance. Then Leytera’s hand was on his arm, urging him to sit down. Nightmares stabbed through his mind, and his left leg started to throb again. He clutched at Leytera’s shoulder, trying to steady himself. His heart thundered in his chest and ears. Quin leaped up without even grabbing his crutch. A man, staggering with weakness, his face almost as white as the snow, one of his legs covered in blood. Quin looked toward the voice, but what he saw made his stomach flop. Just then a thin, desperate voice floated over the snow-covered cave. I should know by now that I can’t keep up with him.” He gazed off, past the fire at the place where Qatar and Niarok were. “I-I guess it was a stupid thing to do, trying to follow him like that. He shifted a little, feeling his hurt ribs. I woke up with someone setting me down on the ground next to Qatar, but he was wet already.”Īnd everything hurt, just like that day. It was tricky going, and then I guess I fell. “Qatar slipped off I didn’t think that was a good idea, so I followed him, but it was dark and I couldn’t see. “I was too busy getting glared at by Yila.” Then, “What happened back there?” she asked. Leytera sat down, but didn’t say anything for a few minutes. After a few minutes’ conversation, she came back, and Niarok brought the blanket to Qatar. He smiled, and watched her make her way over to Niarok for the blanket. Shivers ran up his spine that didn’t feel like the cold.