Thread: Mixing Two Worlds //Nymph x Midnight//

Aye, yes, your suit. She replied, her eyes narrowing. He had heard her, no human would've. He was not a human, as he had mentioned he was a different.. thing. Something she'd never seen before. Though, Zyien listened carefully, a brow rose at his definition. You people cannot use magic, can you? So.. you create these things. She said, leaning forward and touching the tip of her index finger to the material, a shiver running up her spine. It felt odd to her, fake, unnatural. Pulling herself back from him, she kept her white eyes transfixed on the suit, trying to learn it's secrets. But he continued to talk, and her eyes rose to his face once more. 'So you were human.. explains the features..' She said, mentally to herself, not being rude to interrupt his speech. His face twisted as he opened his mouth, at least in her eyes, exposing elongated teeth. Blinking, the woman tilted her head, trying to see them better-- but he carried on talking. Not from our world.. She gazed back at her people, at whatever they were doing behind her, Being lost is not uncommon here, we feel that way as well... She left it at that, shaking her mane of snowy hair. Similar beings? So not only we are plagued with such detestation? She chuckled grimly, Is a twisted way, it's a relief. Means we are not alone. Once more, her eyes rose to his face, her full pink lips were twisted into a gentle pout, though, that was natural for her. His eyes were easily read, she noted, she could see how deeply their situation must've matched his own by the depth of sorrow in his eyes. A soft sight left her again, would they succeed? Would his race succeed? His introduction was easily understood for Zyien, some of the more primitive humans that traveled their paths were from 'Clans' or 'Tribes'. So she nodded kindly to him, Raviell or Raven.. Like the bird Raven? She asked, tilting her head to the other side, eyes wide and curious. Which do you prefer?-- Aye, a Magician. A powerful user of the Magics of this world. My mother is said Magician. Her strength is in the manipulation of water, I follow in her foot steps, though.. her voice trailed. She examined her own pale skin of her arms, bare before her. I'm much weaker than most. Magic takes a certain toll on your body. And.. because of my obvious ailment, I cannot stress myself as much. Though my art is in water was well-- Healing, to be more exact. Zyien stepped past him into the tent, listening to his words, she could hear him from the inside. His voice was barely even muffled. It is not safe to leave the barrier, mostly with this storm and the Orcs in the forest. Perhaps.. later. When they cannot find us. His weaponry sounded strange to her. Why would a knife have no blade? But a trigger? She motioned to his suit once more, Is it something of your strange creations again? What does it do? Full of questions, she pursed her lips. She knew it was rude for her to ask all of that. Peering back over her slim shoulder she watched him clamber inside slowly, his amber eyes were on her own tiny form. And she wondered, 'why'. Zyien stepped towards the back of the tent, it wasn't huge, it was just large enough for maybe three elves. And this Raven-man was a bit larger then they were, at least she thought so. Maybe that was just how she 'felt' him, larger and stronger. Zyien struggled down a laugh, she was only comparing that to herself. Go? Her eyes redirected themselves. No where. We cannot survive in the plains, nor in Human towns. We need nature around us to live, it is our live blood. With every tree cut down from our forest, we feel as if part of us have died. We could live among humans or maybe even the tribal men for a decade or two, but we'd soon parish.. Zyien's eyes were very sober, as was her silky voice. A frown touched her mouth. Orcs.. they are green-skinned and are from the most foul parts of this land. They are blood thirsty and dirty, they have no shame, no thought, they follow orders without question and just rape, murder and pillage. For a strange reason, the Orcs do not feed on the blood of Humans, merely our own blood, and that of our forests. They are nothing more than beasts with thumbs. She sounded angered by the thought of them.. well, of course she was. She saw them, first hand tear a child limb from limb, and she was useless to do anything except run. Well.. primitive. I guess. They make their own weapons from bones of trees, only their officers use metal blades or maces. It's nothing compared to what you are wearing. Waving a hand in his direction. Zyien sat down on the grass in the tent, running her fingers through the long strands, it was soothing to feel it tickle her wrists. She was staring at the grass, as it whispered to her consolations. Will you help us, Sir Raven?