Thread: The Elementalist (Lady Nefrodiel)

'Wonderful,' thought the Lord Elliot to himself upon seeing his youngest daughter not only out and about but actually in the hands of the enemy. Of course Alena had to disobey him on this matter. But it still didn't ache the pain in his heart. It was as if he held a younger version of his dead wife in that man's arms. Although Alena's temperment was quite the opposite of the more gentle Irene. Green eyes- the same shade as both of his daughters- widened in surprise as he saw his precious Victoria out on the deck too. Of course, he couldn't be too surprised. If Alena was in serious danger, Victoria tended to fetch her out of trouble... she had deemed herself a motherly figure to her two siblings since their mother's death. The youngest Boswell was quite satisfied at the small hiss she recieved from the man. Served the bastard right for thinking she was an easy catch! Although she was quite disappointed that he didn't let go of her. Having him writhing in pain would be the perfect punishment in her mind. No, in fact it had quite the opposite effect- he had tightened his grip on her. It appeared that she was balancing on a tight rope between life and death. And yet, her prideful gaze was still there as Alena rolled her eyes at his pleasant words. A deep frown etched her features, Of course I'm unhappy. And there's nothing 'fair and square' about capturing someone. And like hell I'm going to serve as leverage for your theivery. In this particular case it's like having someone punished for something they didn't even do. I don't want to be indebted to my family for saving my life. I would probably approve of your theivery except I haven't heard of one pirate who uses their stolen goods for good. Her tone was absolutely caustic. What she really wanted to say was to do themselves both a favor and just shoot her, but basic self preservation kicked in. As for Victoria herself, she was quite an intimidating sight to behold. And she did notice the lewd look he threw at her. The woman haughtily returned the stare, every inch the noblewoman who meant business. Although in the back of her mind, she couldn't help but roll her eyes in disgust. 'Some people certainly have no sense when to note these things at the appropiate time. In the middle of battle standing face to face as conflicting forces is not one of them,' she mused privately. Of course she knew other people like that. Her Cousin Felicity would certainly have found it arousing. But nobody really understood how Fee's mind worked on these sorts of things at all. Still, she didn't let the fact that he was mocking her bring her down. Instead, she answered with an icily sweet smile, Well, you know Master Pirate. I was only cutting to the chase. After all, it was quite obvious you're not above strolling in on someone's voyage and making demands of them. Perhaps by your own defintion, you, yourself, are what you accuse of me. Upon hearing that no harm would fall upon Alena if she promised to behave, Victoria wanted to break out into hysterical laughter. Why did he think she was so worried? Of course Alena wouldn't behave. She never behaved. If she knew anything about her baby sister she would probably be thinking of some devious spell to throw at the pirate captain and it would most likely fail. Then she would die way before her time just like their mother and then as family honor dictated she would have to kill the man brutally and painfully. Just as Victoria was about to comment on that statement, Lord Elliot Boswell revealed himself to the group, slowly walking to join side by side of his daughter. I am the man in charge, what would you like commoner scum? inquired the blonde man haughtily.