Thread: Pynti-Peldot

Name Nickname Brynne daughter of Bastian. Race Human. Attire Black, empire-waisted, long-sleeved dress with red and gold trim black leather boots. Weapon Dagger . Location Pynti-Peldot inside the Inn of the Snowy Eagle. Tagging Anyone, Celeste, Vaemyr, Teemu. Time TA 3018, March 1, evening. The blood rose to Brynne's cheeks as she suddenly caught sight of Vaemyr approaching. She hadn't expected her father's ex-guard to get up from his seat let alone meander her way. Had he remembered her after all this time? Not wanting to dwell on such things for fear of disappointment, her dark eyes went to Celeste and she smiled warmly, her fingers twisting themselves idly through her dark hair. But, her trace of thought was interrupted when the warrior's shadow engulfed both her and her new Elven friend, her head twisting, her eyes looking upward through thick lashes at a familiar face from the past. They were so far from home, from Dale, from comfort as the hustle-bustle hum of the inn seemed to grow about the small little group that was gathering... what brought her away from Dale, indeed. Truly, it hadn't been her choice to be where she was. Vaemyr, Brynne whispered shyly, giving him a nod and then gesturing toward her new Elven friend. I... but her words were cut off as another approached. Dark hair swishing, fingers twirling more furiously, she turned to see a Lossoth man standing nearby, only he seemed different from those she'd been getting to know around Pynti-Peldot. Forodwaith truly was different from home, from Dale and Brynne felt like she didn't belong. But then, she knew she didn't. Her blood wasn't meant for the frozen wastelands of the north. It was thin and full of life and laughter, longing for pinks and greens of summer. No, she wasn't meant for deserts of snow. She'd been taken from her home by force, by wildmen who'd had the urge to plunder the nobility of towns such as hers and exploit their weaknesses and instill fear. Well, they'd succeeded there and now she was far from her family and everything she'd ever known. Whether she'd ever be able to return seemed unlikely and that weighed heavy on her heart, plummeting her soul into the depths of despair. Brynne's eyes began to dampen slightly as the thoughts of that dreadful night swirled through her mind. But, she blinked them back and forced a smile upon her lips. She looked to Celeste and then Vaemyr and then nodded at their newest arrival. I'm Brynne, daughter of Bastian and hail from the town of Dale, she began. And I... her voice faltered slightly as she tried to hold back the tears she felt threatening to spill. She took a deep breath and regained her composure, not wanting to break down out in public or in front of these new people she'd just met or in front of her father's ex-guard. I didn't come to Forochel by choice. She paused a moment as she swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly feeling dry as desert. In vain, the tip of her tongue peeked out and licked at her full lips in an attempt to wet them. My home in Dale was invaded and I was brought northward by my captors. I was fortunate enough to be found by a band of Lossoth and then brought here. Her dark eyes shifted, averting downward. That was about a month and a half ago.