Thread: Born From the Earth (Ahren and Wingshadow)

-Several Months Earlier- Two figures stood in the center of a large, stone disk, a beam of light streaming down on them from the hole cut in the ceiling far above them. One had an older and more majestic feel to her stance, holding a cane made of a jungle branch to help support herself. Her eyes were old and wise, a mysterious dark green color which would capture the attention of anyone nearby in an instant. She wore long, thick robes with intricate stitch-work, listing her various titles and adoration in a long-forgotten language. She had a hood drawn over her head, mostly obscuring her long, dark purple hair which elegantly flowed down her back, from under which those amazing, piercing eyes gazed. She looked toward the other figure, who was somewhat shorter than the other and had her hood pulled back from her head. She wore a similar robe, albeit with much less writing on it as she merely had her name and a few purely affectionate titles. She had a colder and more direct stare in her eyes as she slowly nodded to the older woman and turned toward the distant hallway to the right, leading out of the central chamber. Gnome, dearest, I wish for you to live a long and happy life, so I want you to seek out my lover. He told me where to find him should I ever wish to meet him again. He lives in a faraway place inhabited by members of his own race, who have far advanced beyond the level of society and technology as they had when this place was constructed, she gave her a few more parting words before sending her away, Please be careful, my daughter, for they are a cruel and temperamental race at times. Take that locket with you, which is the sole gift that he bestowed upon me before we parted ways. It should guide your heart to where he resides. I can no longer keep you to myself... You need to live your own life, now. The younger woman slowly nodded but did not speak a word. In her right hand she firmly clasped a small golden locket, inside which was a picture of a strange young man in an adventurer's garb. Gnome turned toward the hall and began her long journey... One that would take her a great many days to complete. -Current Time- A single robed figure stepped along the road leading toward Luke's house, her sharp green eyes narrowed with concentration upon the path before her. She could care less about the stares and whispers of the humans who pointed her out. She was particularly conspicuous due to her short purple hair and thick, priest-like robes which hung down over her small body. She stood a mere four foot, six inches, clearly full-grown but also significantly shorter than the average human woman. Aside from her unusal dress and appearance, there was also the fact that she seemed to hold a grudge against using sidewalks. Instead, she walked down the middle of the road as if the entire thing belonged to her, and held her ground whenever one of those strange human vehicles came her way... One man was making his way down the road when he spotted this strange girl, swerving out of a direct collision with her while slamming on the brakes. What the heck are you thinking?! Use the damn sidewalk, you loon! he rolled down his window and called out to her, earning him a glare. The small girl simply continued on her way, creating yet more chaos wherever she wandered. She seemed to know where she was going, however, and her resolve never wavered... Even if the jumbled roads and side-streets did, more often than not, make it difficult for her to take a direct path to her destination. She finally walked up to the house Luke lived in, appearing no more fatigued than when she had started her long journey. She paused for a short while, looking over the design and build of the house before walking up to the front door. She cocked her head to the side slightly, as if unsure what to make of it. Why was this wooden thing blocking the way to her new home? She didn't know, but it was being a pain. She raised her right hand and widened her stance slightly before thrusting her fist forward, splintering the door and essentially blasting it away from the mere force of her strike. Fragments of the door flew everywhere and scattered themselves across the hall. She then entered without a word of greeting and began to look around and make herself at home. Her father had, indeed, gathered a great many old and seemingly worthless trinkets from his journeys, which were stacked up on shelves in the living-room and mounted on the walls. A large fan hung from the ceiling, which seemed to startle her at first. Why did humans have a decapitation device mounted on their ceiling? Perhaps they used it in order to keep exceptionally tall humans out of the room, as it hung quite a ways above her own head. She saw that it wasn't active at the time, so gradually calmed herself... Eyes turning down toward the couch. She instantly brightened up and hurried over to the soft, cushioned seat and flopped herself down on it, thinking that it was some sort of bed. She knew that her father was not at home at the time, so she decided to make herself comfortable until he decided to show up. She didn't know or care if anyone else was in the house.