Thread: Darkness and light (LeatrixSage and Silver Star)

Old men telling young ones how to live. Why did that statement made so much noise inside his head all of a sudden? It wasn't that he hadn't heard similar opinions about his way of life or the things that the priests in charge did to the ones with lesser ranks, but it seemed like Liora made sense, too much sense, with what she told him. Being out there, away from the place he called home and exposed to many dangers, was making it harder to stay focused, but he took it as another test to his faith, he had to stay devoted and act exactly how it was expected of him. However, all that focus on his faith and determination to stay calm and walk the path of light suddenly shifted towards a whole new point of attention, right between his legs. The gentle touch of the female's boot on top of his manhood made the priest slightly jump on his seat and almost choke on the food that he was swallowing while listening to her. He never felt a direct touch from a woman on his groin, so it was all a huge surprise that shocked him immediately. His face turned red and his eyes opened wide in surprise. I... No... Yes... He coughed several times until he managed to regain his composure. Right when she moved her foot away from his growing manhood, which he hoped she'd not notice, he gave her an answer. Us priests remain at the temple because we are needed there, the house of light always welcomes... Trying to get back to his explanations, Aelir started to speak in hopes of putting his way of life back to a good position. However, as he began talking his part, an unexpected man approached them and interrupted the conversation. As soon as he heard the exchange of words and threats between the other two, Aelir adopted a worried look in his face. He swallowed and left the bowl to a side, hoping to be able to intervene and calm both sides of the discussion before it would become more heated and something bad would happen. Before the priest could say anything, though, the drow acted quickly and attacked, hitting the drunk man on his leg, right there next to the table they were sharing. Oh, dear lord... Aelir sighed closing his eyes as he noticed how bad things were turning out to be and how they already got themselves in trouble on the very first night out there. The drow soon spoke again, making Aelir's attention shift to her face once more. He made eye contact with her and heard her question, which had an obvious answer that he didn't need to speak. With a worried look in his eyes, the priest stood up, walked around the table and next to the drunk man, who was still on the ground grabbing his own leg and growling all sorts of curses against the dark skinned female. My apologies, sir... but you musn't disrespect my partner. She is no one's possession, and she deserves respect as much as anyone else. Placing one knee on the ground next to the man, Aelir offered a friendly smile to the wounded man and put both his hands on the wounded part of his leg, trying to be gentle with his actions. It is a deep cut and the wound could leave a permanent injury if not treated properly... He analyzed the works of Liora, noticing how precise she had been with the blade, even though she was just at the table and not really fighting with any efforts. But I can heal it, I have been instructed to do so. The priest said, trying to calm the man in front of him. Ya best fix it, ya hear meh! Or I'm killin' ya both!! The drunk man threatened the priest and grabbed him by the neck of his robes with both hands, trying to make sure that Aelir would fix his knee as soon as possible. Before responding, though, Aelir looked at the drow and shook his head sideways, to let her know that she didn't need to intervene. She'd probably just stab him in the throat with a single movement and finish him right there and then if he didn't try and stop her. Sir, I will heal your wounds. Just stay still, the lord of light has given me the faculties to do so. Trying to calm the drunk man down a bit, Aelir smiled again and moved his hands from his neck slowly, so he could work on fixing that bloody leg. After ripping the fabric of the man's pants on the injured leg, Aelir placed one hand on top of the wound, and the other right to the other side where the dagger hadn't reached completely. I call upon the Light to cure these wounds... Aelir focused on the wounded part of the leg and soon enough a small glow of light came out of his hands while he kept them pressed against the injury. The warm sensation of the touch of the kind priest soon gave relief to the wounded man, who shifted his expressions from anger and pain to surprise and comfort. Soon enough, the blood stopped pouring and the wound closed, leaving the ripped pants and the red stains on the fabric as the only evidence of there ever being an injury. The healing had been so efficient that not even a scar was found on the leg of the human after the process, it was almost like the attack never happened. It is done, kind sir. You can now walk again... Aelir sighed and stood up, offering a hand to the man to help him back up. Even though he had just fixed his leg, cleansing him from the effects of alcohol wasn't within his capabilities, so helping him back to his feet seemed to be necessary still. Let me help you up. He offered, getting an almost immediate reaction from the other human, who still looked a bit confused at all that just had happened. Now please, sir. I kindly ask you to apologize to my partner. I am sure that you didn't mean to disrespect her, that it was all just a misunderstanding. Aelir insisted, trying to have both parts make peace. Fortunately for him, the man nodded and gave her a simple Sorry as answer, before walking away like a dog with its tail between his legs. Sighing once more, Aelir passed his right forearm over his forehead and wiped the sweat from it. Using his healing powers consumed energy, so no matter the amount of effort he had to put into healing, be it to fix a simple cut or heal a broken bone, it always tired him. Fortunately for him, he was still young and in good shape despite his routine of little physical efforts. Can we go to our room after we finish eating? I am not sure that I can keep on healing more wounds if we stay here much longer. Speaking to Liora again, Aelir walked next to her and sat in front of the table once more, hoping they could at least finish their bowls in peace. I... have never shared room with a woman, so you will excuse me if I make a mistake or act innapropiately. I... will try my best to adapt to your preferences. The priest said, hoping she'd undestand his lack of experience in that kind of interactions between people, specially two of different sex and race at the same time.