Thread: Darkness and light (LeatrixSage and Silver Star)

It meant shit. Not human, not person, excrement. Aelir was somehow surprised to know she had been calling him like that the whole way, thinking that the actual meaning of the word was more of a racial thing than anything else. But considering that she though of humans of something of the like, probably made it a racial matter after all. The priest did not care too much about that sort of things. All his life he had been labeled and called many insulting things. Being a priest usually meant having others looking down at one, so being called a shit was not something he had not experienced before. Luckily for Aelir, it made him develop some sort of thick skin against insults and contempt. Besides, of course, he never was a proud individual, so he did not have an ego to protect or an image to maintain to the eyes of others. All of that, of course, couldn't be said about the rest of the human population, which contained a large amount of prideful men among its numbers. It all made more sense when the drow gave that explanation, for it gave a reason to the drunk man to approach them after all. Of course, Aelir did not believe in using violence and threats as a way of solving any kind of problem, but at least he could understand why that man felt insulted and decided to confront Liora. Offering no answer to the drow's final words, Aelir nodded and watched her getting up from the seat an leaving the scene for the moment. He noticed then that almost all eyes in the room were on him, that the small altercation with the drunk human had become a spectacle for the curious eyes surrounding them. Trying to eat faster than normal, so that he could stop being exposed for too long, he took big spoonfuls of his meal and swallowed the food as if he hadn't eaten in days. The bowl in front of him soon remained empty and his became stomach full as a result. It wasn't something he was used to, for the priests, back at the monastery, used to take their time while eating, making sure they'd digest the food they consumed with patience and care. Being done with that, Aelir stood up, placing the bowls to a side as Liora suggested, and walked away from the dinning room, leaving all curious eyes behind him. He could hear some voices mumbling and whispering about what he had done and how unusual it was to see a drow with a human traveling together. It didn't bother him at all, but made him hope that drawing too much attention wouldn't be something that'd happen everywhere they'd go. The mission was supposed to be secret, that was the reason why Liora was his only companion. The king could have easily deployed his army and marched towards the territory of the Drow, demanding that the conjurer of the queen's curse be handed to him and executed for the crime. However, doing that would not only lead him in the opposite way, but also create an even bigger conflict with a race and community that was almost always hostile to humans. Having reached the second floor, the priest walked towards the room where he was supposed to rest for the night, noticing that the door was slightly open for him. Even if she called him shit, at least she showed some amiability with that, he thought to himself. Or maybe she just didn't wanted him getting lost and didn't really care about him that much... He decided to think she did that out of kindness. Pushing the door with one hand, the priest entered the room and then turned around to close it, facing the wood and not looking at the woman still. It was all so dark in there that for a second he thought she had already fallen asleep. Soon enough, however, Aelir heard the sounds she was making while handling the blades, so it became clear that she was still awake. Turning around, the human decided to speak again, hoping to ask about how they would share a room like that since he wasn't used to anything similar with a woman. He did not want to be disrespectful or do anything that would cross some sort of line, specially since he did not know about her traditions. Maybe sharing a bed with a drow meant something he was not aware of, he had to be careful. How do we... Finding her at the edge of the bed, Aelir tried to ask Liora about her preferences but once he noticed that her vestments were off and the leather no longer covering her ebony skin, he froze immediately. His eyes opened wide, his jaw dropped, and he even stopped breathing for a moment or two. He had never seen so much female skin before his eyes, so it felt not only intimidating, but also forbidden... sinful. I am sorry, please forgive me... I did not mean to stare at you like that... My apologies! The priest quickly turned around and walked to a side of the room, facing a small table that was against the wall. On top of the table was a small basket with fruit, a couple of oranges, an apple, and a banana. He tried to make it look like he was actually interested in some fruit, so he took one and apple and clumsily organized the other fruits, pretending to not be thinking about her almost complete nudity. I umm... His mind was blank, his heart was racing. Trying to gain some more time, Aelir gave the apple a small bite and immediately left it back on the table. It didn't taste good, and his stomach was already full... he clearly didn't want to eat it. Maybe the absence of light helped hiding the red of his face, but it surely didn't help revealing the dark colors of the semi-rotten apple he just bit. Ugh... why would they serve this?! Coughing, he spit the part he previously had in his mouth and immediately went to the next table for a jar of water, serving a cup to himself and gulping at it to try and get the taste out of his tongue. Luckily for him, there were also some grapes next to it, and those weren't bad like the apples, so he didn't wast too much time and ate a few. I... can sleep on the floor if you prefer... I don't mind. He finished, offering Liora the more comfortable option available, all to herself. He did not expect her to resign the bed to him or even share it, after all he was just an Iblith in her eyes. Besides, laying close to a woman was a big temptation and he knew he had to try and avoid putting himself in situations like that one. He couldn't even turn around and see her directly, how could he even imagine to lie next to her between sheets? Oh no, it was too much... he'd be too tempted to sin.