Thread: Darkness and light (LeatrixSage and Silver Star)

The tongue of the drow was not one Aelir had studied during the years he had been at the service of the temple of light. He had only learned some dwarvish language thanks to the presence of a nordic friend of the bishop, who stayed with the priests for a couple of years serving as a constructor and repair man. The nord was kind and wise, so Aelir used to spend time with him and learned as much as he could about his culture and way of life, including the tongue he spoke. This time, however, the young priest was at the presence of someone completely strange to him. Her initial words made no sense in his mind, but he took them as some sort of introduction, they had to be that. Hopefully, if things went well along the journey, he would learn more about her and understand more of her words and her ways. Even though most of the people he knew talked about the drow as a dangerous and treacherous community, Aelir believed that no matter how dark a heart could be, there would always be a light of hope within it. He was willing to give her a chance, not judging her by her nature like most of his brothers and sisters did. The looks of the female were quite interesting to the priest, to say the least. He had always lived secluded inside a monastery, leaving only for pilgrimages and requests done by the bishop from time to time, which usually led him to a village to help the sick and wounded or give a helping hand inside a temple. He was a man with little to no experience outside the gates of the city, so the number of times he stood in front of a woman had not been numerous. There had been a time where one of the young healers of the town of Westray smiled at him, blushing and giving him a sweet look while caring for the sick and wounded, but that was all it happened. Aelir felt like a sinner for having impure thoughts about that sweet girl and never again dared to look at a woman the same way, or at least he thought so. The outfit that the drow had on top of her body was very generous to her curves, making the leather that covered her nudity present a very clear idea of how her frame was built. She even had a cleavage so pronounced that her breasts were very easily seen from the front. Anyone within a considerable distance would enjoy the wonderful sight of those two partially covered ebony wonders. Aelir, without even knowing what he was doing, took a good look for a second or two, before feeling ashamed. The priest never dared to sin with a woman, let alone let impure thoughts inside his head like a normal man would, so when he noticed her cleavage right in front of him, he immediately swallowed and turned his face the other way, clearing his head and blinking a couple of times to regain his composture. Y-yes, miss...I... I can mount my horse... The priest said after he noticed how his companion passed him by, checked the equipment, and started the march on her own horse, almost like wanting to get out of that city as soon as possible. Aelir was surprised at how things were starting, as he had been taught to properly greet others and expect the same treatment in return most of the times. The drow seemed to be quite the opposite as him, so it took him a couple of seconds to realize there was not going to be a handshake or any sort of formal introduction happening. Trying to get on his horse as fast as possible to prevent his guardian to leave him behind, the priest positioned himself next to his horse and mounted it, a little clumsy with his movements, but sitting straight on top of the animal after correcting his posture. W-Wait for me, please... Aelir asked as he tried to follow her lead with his horse and avoid falling behind. He couldn't help but to notice the amount of weapons that she was carrying, which led him to worry about the dangers they could encounter along the way. He was completely in favor of peace and life, so fighting and killing were concepts he tried to keep as far as possible from his reach. Of course, he had been taught many times by his elders that the roads outside the city and the places nearby were not safe for a person like him, and that many terrible things happened out there on a daily basis... it terrified him. Catching up with the drow, Aelir positioned his horse next to the woman's and looked at her with a worried look in his face. I was told that you would be my guide on this journey. Should we expect many dangers ahead of us? He asked the woman, looking at the blanked where she had stored her swords. If I may ask one thing, I would request for us to avoid any kind of confrontation with others if possible... He said, hoping those words would help in making the journey easier. The ride was going to be a long one and only the gods knew what they could expect along the way. There had been rumors about an increasing activity of bandits and brigands stealing from caravans of merchants near the cities, but Aelir hoped they would remain that way, being rumors. Yes, the drow definitely looked like someone who could protect him from an attacker if given the situation, but against many foes at the same time... Aelir shook his head, trying to clear all the worries and fears from his mind at least for a while, and looked at the woman, waiting to hear her responses to his questions. She could surely be intimidating and even frightening, but there was something about her... he just knew that she wasn't evil like everyone else believed. Maybe it was just a hunch, maybe it was the lord of light speaking to him, but Aelir firmly believed that the dark skinned beauty had a good heart under that tough exterior.