The Righteous Have Been Shaken

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The female Snow elf raised her brows pointedly, giving a small grunt towards her sibling. The corners of Silaithas' lips twitched and he tilted his head slightly to one side, one pale ear twitching as he frowned thoughtfully at her. 

"Be nice." The womer said in Ancient Falmeris, folding her arms across her breast. "Don't stare. It's rude."

"I was not staring, dear sister, I was looking."

"And I am a Nede."

"Knew you were adopted."

Aelius let out a soft chuckle, finding it amusing just how well the two of them got along. And it was a rather entertaining sight to watch Saere practically flail his arms about everywhere.

Saere was more than happy to sit by the fire, glancing around. He was practically bursting at the seams with excitement.

"Thank you. We are very happy to be here." Aelius smiled at Silaithas as he took a seat beside Saere.

"Yes, yes! Very happy!" Saere chimed in, clasping his hands together.

"Our journey was safe." Aelius gently took the plate offered from Silivriel, smiling at her in thanks.

"Thank!" Saere beamed as he took his plate, nibbling at the cheese. "Frostbite spider. That it. Aelius kill it."

Speaking of which, Silaithas was seated calmly beside the fire, stirring a pot of stew with a spoon. He watched his sister and Saere joyously prattle about one subject and then another, before directing his attention to Aelius and offering an almost phantom smile.

"That is good to hear." He replied, giving a brief nod of his head and giving the spoon over to Silivriel once she sat down next to him. "Not, the bit about the Frostbite spider, of course." He said, in haste to not appear insensitive. "You would do well to avoid the pass North." He said, quickly glancing over at Silivriel to confirm the direction before looking back to the two other males. "There is a whole nest of them that have taken up residence there. Silivriel and I have not yet cleared them. We have not had the time, with making preparations for your arrival."

Fighting of some sort, usually, but a hoard of enemies completely failed to appear. Jinn glanced around to be sure. Nothing. So now what…?

Ultimately he gave up. The womer hadn’t attacked him, and they’d been aware of each other for nearly five seconds. She couldn’t be all bad.

"Hello indeed, friend!" She said, beaming. His comment about the weather of this particular evening brought forth the movement of raised eyebrows from the womer, and she looked up to where dark grey clouds skidded across the inky expanse of black sky, streaked with rich blues, greens, and violets from the northern lights above; unchanged from the times when her kind still were the masters of Mereth. "It is, yes." The pale womer said, nodding. 

 The Bosmer lurched out of the shrub, turning his stumble into an awkward roll and winding up in a graceless heap a small ways away. He crawled back for his bow, only stopping to look around once he had it and his arrows safely in hand.

He spotted the pale form and shrank back, tensing as if to flee. After a moment he shook himself out of the reaction, sternly reminding himself that “Stop! Thief!” wasn’t an adequate social interaction for the day. He needed to practice—and the womer didn’t appear to want to kill him. Yet.

She was surprised when a small elf tumbled out of the bushes on the path ahead, momentarily starting and tensing, before she forced herself to relax. A curtain of white hair shifted as the womer tilted her head to one side, before slinging her bow over her shoulder and placing the arrow back into its quiver.

But, Saere would calm down, even if it was only for a short while, because he didn’t want to cause a fight. He was in a very good mood, and he’d rather not have it ruined by them getting attacked.

Sure, Aelius was skilled a sword and had one on him at all times and would be able to take one whatever showed up. But that didn’t mean they wanted anything to. It was a much more enjoyable walk, without having to worry about fighting.

Soon enough, they reached their destination of the small cave in the Vale where their recently discovered Snow Elf friends lived. Slowly, the two of them made their way inside until they were visible to Silivriel and Silaithas.

"Hello!" Saere greeted excitedly with a large, bright smile on his face.

She ushered the two to sit by the fire, smiling happily with tears of joy brimming in her bright blue eyes, before she scuttled off to get them some fruit and cheese and bread.

"We are happy to have you." Silaithas said, as his twin sister dashed cheerfully about, readying some cheese they had made from a mountain goat they found tangled in some briar bushes. The two Snow Elves had decided to keep the beast for milk, rather then killing it for food, and they were continuing to add to their tiny group. Already they had amassed a tiny herd of four goats, which they kept in another cavern. "Was your journey safe?"

The Paladin furrowed his brows slightly at Bren's question, but only in concentration, rather than anger. He pursed his thin lips as he mulled the question over, struggling to think over anything he had heard of that matched with what the human was saying.