Thread: Stranger things.....(Razgriz x Lady Bloody Ava)

High Elf Sylvari would not be able to breath a sigh of relief until his emissary returned with, hopefully, good news. For a moment he second guessed himself and thought of sending a mage to follow suit, but decided against it. All that could be tended to was done. A good rest was much needed, if it could be gained. Meanwhile in a different part of the keep Eola stood upon a balcony, overlooking the front gates of the grounds and her lips parted in silent awe as an elf with fine long silver hair that almost match that of his beautiful stallion, rode off clad in their kin's colors. Sir Deon. She whispered beneath her breath. The princess had only heard tales of his valor and witnessed his charming disposition first hand. Not all negotiations went as planned and, though seldom, action needed to be taken. If her father called upon Deon, personally... it had to be important. Eola, like her father, only wished for the best outcome. His orders were clear. Lay out the details for their end of the contract and have the human king informed. No one would stand in his way of this venture. Though without conflict to bring to peace, his job would have little purpose, but he was sick of feuding with the humans. He did not like them. Oh no, far from it, he hated them. That, however, did not justify blood shed. This feud was almost as old as the land itself. Wars here and there. On and off. Humans we ignorant, he deemed that true, like so many others of his kin, but this feud was getting them no where. The white stallion rode with a purpose at his companion's guide. To the bridge over Whiterun Creek was their destination. And open land where and ambush was nearly impossible. There was quite a ways to go for the elf. Halfway to his destination something startled his horse and an arrow just barely grazed his cheek. The horse reared, nearly tossing it's master to the hard ground beneath them. A hand rested upon the hilt of his sword, ready to draw it at the first sign of anyone. It took a moment to calm the animal down. When no one appeared he rode off at a break neck pace. A thin line of blood appearing on his right cheek. There was no time for assumptions, nor a man hunt. The task at hand was too important to wander off the beaten path out of curiosity. Thankfully his shield was strapped to his back because as he rode on he felt a thud upon his back. An arrow lodged into the thick wooden shield. Whoever they were the cowards were not going to face him on, but would rather shoot from behind. His thought were abruptly cut short when a tall figure shrouded in a cloak waved a wooden staff in the air with a gloved hand and whispered a few words and a slash appeared on his shoulder, then just above his boot and ripped his tunic across the side. The rip to the tunic did not make it to the skin. The spell was amateurish at best. Distance was his best play. He sent the horse running faster until he was sure they had gained a great distance. They were not too far from their final destination. One hand rested upon the stallion and the other, ready at the hilt of his sword. He smelled foul play and would not be caught off guard. He had to be prepared for what could lay ahead. Could they truly trust the humans to keep to the peace that this meeting called for? Blue eyes glance over his shoulder and saw no sign of anything.