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

Zyien chose to hold her tongue and merely nod. Yet. She repeated his words, quite sadly. This war has been going on since the dawn of their people. They are mutations, unnatural. They know this. A few decades this physical battle has been going on, though. She said, waving a finger lazily. Her eyes met his for a very short second, before she averted her eyes from him again. Aye, we know they have more brute strength and numbers than us, yet we speak with the elements, we talk with the trees and grass. We also see in the dark and are agile and quick fighters. Sadly though, these Orcs are adapting to this. Slowly.. they are becoming more aware of our movements in the night, they've managed to kill a few of our Strikers. Nodding her mane of hair, Zyien still looked saddened, she was not much of a fighter herself. Though, she wished she was able to help. Able to take up arms either with her magical abilities or with weaponry and fight for her home. Fight for her people. The sadness was overwhelming, she'd been in this slump since a year or two ago, when they started losing more openly. But! Now! With this Raven-man.. he'd help them! She knew he would. A small smile lit her face, he would save them. Even though she could not, in same way, she felt as if she'd aided them, found them their savior. But we will find them, they couldn't have gotten too far from where I found you. And.. with my reputation they'll let me pass without question. Offering him a small smile, Zyien was cheered internally. Diplomatically, Zyien was powerful. Physically or magically? Not so much. Medicine? You know remedies to allow you long lives? her eyes nearly bugged from her head. Perhaps not for themselves, as a normal Elvish relished in death, it was a passage. Some powerful magical users with low immune would love to know of this though.. She thought to herself. After the beatings your body takes from magic, they'd live a normal length life! You should tell me more about this medicine later.. My kind survives a thousand or two years according to human measurements. I'm nearing my one hundredth, personally. Her face softened to his words. His people sounded like they had a hard life. Their terrain must be hideous and terrible. Zyien contemplated on his words, storms were never that bad here. Every Century or so there would be a dangerous storm that would topple their homes and flood their forests.. but never as often as he made it seem! His fingers touched hers, and she leaned back, pulling him up the best she could, though.. he did most of the work. Zyien's hand then dropped as he straightened himself out, she marveled at him for a moment. He was.. much taller than her, or any of her people. She was literally looking up at him. I'm glad. We need the help. The humans cannot help us.. they are too afraid of the Orcs. Trust me, I've tried to ask for their aid. They've got 'more important things to take care of then the petty squabble of the Elvish and the Orcs.' She spat the words with a disgruntled look in her eyes. Even after all the wars we've won for them.. A sigh left her full lips. Zyien was too naive to be surprised or confused, that, and she knew her own Lore. The Elvish were beings here at he dawn of time, the eldest race other than the gods themselves. Dwarfish originated around the same time. After nearly a Millennium.. Humans began to 'exist', first they resembled the Dwarfish closely, then they grew... and grew... and grew to be what they were now. Pulling back the tent flap, Zyien stepped into the opening and started towards the forest, trying to keep herself from looking too far in the distance. I'll take you back to where I found you.. yes? You ought to meet a human or two.. then you can judge for yourself, yes? So.. what about my 'world' do you wish to know?