Thread: A unity never to be achieved ( Me x Lagertha)

Mirothan seemed not quite bothered by what she had done. He had simply shrugged it off what she had hastily done in her waking. Still, she couldn't help but still feel quite embarrassed by the act. She watched him carefully as he took the ice and melted it in his hand to drink it. His hands were extended in a manner as to prepare something for her to drink as well. She listened to him and smiled softly. Alright.. Vironica reached up, water dripping randomly from the ceiling above them, she held her hand over her head, collecting less water for herself. Vironica brought it down, freezing and examining the small amount of ice. She dropped the ice into his hands before sitting down next to him and allowing him to melt the ice so she could drink it from his hands. Vironica tried not to look at him as she drank, she felt like a child being mothered at the moment and could not bring herself to. She watched him, after they had ate, when he talked about finding her clothing. Vironica huffed at him. I'll be alright. She was stubborn and it was coming out, even when he offered her his hand. At first, she thought about taking it, but she did the more difficult thing of getting on her feet by herself with one hand, the other clutching the cloak. he followed him then, out of the cave to a higher point to overlook their surroundings. He was the first to spot the small village in the distance, to say they would collect her some clothing. Vironica did not say a word. She only examined the far away, observing that it was a small elfish village, the banner flowing in the wind in the distance white and glowing. Ah, a light elf village, for a frost village would have been covered in ice and snow. Vironica continued to follow him silently, trying her best to keep up with the larger man. Every so often, she dared a glance at him. Vironica, staring at him as they walked, noticed the features of his face she had not paid attention to the other day. The bags under his eyes, the stern look he had when not looking at her. Mirothan was quite the handsome elf and his eyes seemed to gleam so sadly as though he really could find little joy in the world. Vulnerable, he was just as much so as Vironica was, the only difference is he could actually take care of himself. Vironica finally looked away from his grey eyes as they grew closer to the village. Finally, within a few feet of the village, she broke herself from him and rushed into the village. Here was a place Vironica was used to being, surrounded by people. She easily weaved herself in and out of the people walking and working. Effortlessly Vironica managed to find a shop with a small elfish girl working on clothing. She stepped inside, not bothering to care if he was following as she approached the girl. Your dresses you make are quite lovely. Do you think you would have anything I might be able to wear? The girl laughed at Vironica before looking at her and realizing she wasn't a Light elf. However, Frost and Light had little differences between each other. They got along quite well, but it was not very common for a Frost elf to be seen in a Light elf's village. The girl nodded before going behind a counter and pulling out a folded mess of gold and silver, the light elf's choose of colors. Vironica smiled softly, Might I have a place to try it on? The girl pointed to a room in the back silently and Vironica nodded before walking away with the folded clothing o the back. It only took minutes for Vironica to change and step out of the room. The clothing she had been given were something for a small elven man. A shirt that had a collar, loose arms too big for her, pants that wrapped around her waist all too tightly and flared out at the bottom, baggy from her small legs. She had put her hands in the pockets of the pants, the sleeves of the top bunching up as she had done so. The top was too tight around the chest, but she supposed it would have fit nicely for a small elven man. She approached the counter, moving to pull something shinning out of her hair. She looked at, it examined the little butterfly made out of glass for a long time before placing it on the counter. It's all I have.. The girl that had given her the clothes had taken it, awed it and praised it. Mostly elves did not carry money with them, they traded things for something. Glass, which was only really twisted into objects by the Frost elves since it was so similar to ice, was something they often used to trade.