#jadethornguild

   A sharp glare would be aimed at the fiery being who stood to oppose him, a low growl of a voice stating his thoughts openly. “If I planned to attack her, Spark, she’d have been sent through the wall by now. You’re welcome to try your best, and be sent in her place.”  A usual challenge issued to those who stood against him, yet no real desire to follow up with it at this moment. Shown by the fact he’d continue to approach, his eyes locked upon the face of the ‘imp’ he had once fought to near death just to destroy.

   Tense silence would fill the air for a moment, eyes watching her closely for some form of reply beyond holding this other imp like being back. His body held on a hair trigger to react if needed, yet finally she spoke...not some damning curses or threats, just cooperation. “Fine. Lead the way.” He had no reason to trust her not to try her tricks on him again as soon as they were out of there, but he had some vague sense of hope that she’d listen...for a little bit at least.

Dusting off her hands on her skirt, she rocked off her log and took her place behind him. Not giving him a chance to change his mind.

The smell of rabbit searing over the campfire filled the air, the meat hissing and popping over the open flame, as she carefully started to comb her slender fingers through his snowy mane. Taking extra care to de-snarl the knots when her nails caught on them. “Did you teach yourself to braid?” She’s ask after a bit, casual conversation to fill the quiet. Finger tips lightly scratching along his temples to smooth the little hairs out.

  There was a plan. Arrive at the nearest home or establishment, toss out a few lies or manipulative words, get some treatment for his wound, and rest a little before going out on his own once more. Simple, straight forward, and easy.

  Yet somehow, with only a few words it nearly seemed to have worked out too well. A single brow rising ever so slightly at the startled sounds of clutter being tossed around, a dainty figure nearly tackling him in her hurry to inspect his wound...in truth, it nearly ruined his ‘act’ completely.

   “O-oh my missy, sorry for startlin’ you. Just figured with the bleedin’ and all it’d be best to go searchin’ for some help.” There was a special care taken to avoid letting her realize the lack of eyes within his sockets, tilting his head ever so slightly to bring even more focus onto the wound and the wound alone. He’d need to ‘reveal’ that if she started asking too many questions, after all what harm could a lone blind elf truly cause? 

   “All a bit fuzzy, but it couldn’t have been more than a handful o’ minutes. Was all but walkin’ in a daze before the stingin’ caught up with me and I realized it wasn’t sweat tricklin’ down my face.” This bit wasn’t entirely false, though the cause may have been...altered a touch to make things a bit simpler.