Thread: "And then I took an arrow to the leg..." [NF & MT]

Lorelle's face fell when he said he would teach her how to hold a weapon. She had absolutely no knowledge of weapons or how to go about not killing herself when handling one. She really didn't want to learn out of fear. Her head shook ever so gently, hair sliding out from behind her ear as she did so, but he didn't seem to want to take that as an answer. A very small, almost shy smile brushed onto her lips as he told her it was an honor to know her. She looked down, trying to hide a very faint pink flush that blossomed along her cheeks. Kellen. She spoke his name back to him, still not looking at him directly for the moment. Her smile grew ever so slightly wider as she watched the floor and finally looked up at him, cheeks now a bright shade of red compared to the pale pink they were just a few moments ago. All he did was say her name. That's all he did. There are worse ways to die. She responded to him gently, her eyes finally looking at the new wrapping around his injuries. She studied them a moment, a dull, distant, lost in thought kind of look, before turning away from him. The comment was surprisingly dark for the otherwise sweet and gentle woman. She really really really wanted to giggle and run out of the room like a child when he gave her a variation of a sword-salute and remained on his feet until she left despite the pain. She instead made herself leave as casually as possible and shut the door quietly behind her without another word to the quiet, exotic man. She paused outside of his door and finally let her grin win a place on her lips as she considered the interesting exchange. He was just so.... interesting, and exotic, and.... nnnnnng.. LORELLE! She snapped back to reality as she was being called back to the bar... duty called, loudly. Kellen had been staying at the inn for a few days now. It had been... interesting having him around to say the least. It was as if there were a change in the wind, everyone acted differently even though he spent most of his time locked away in his room. People were acting differently towards her too, namely her coworkers who chastised her interest in him and seemed intent to convince her that he was some kind of a monster. She felt for the redguard, she really did. Two days he had been here, they didn't treat him correctly. Lorelle actually did not work today but she found herself at the bar anyway. For no real reason at all amh she was in the mood to dress up today. Her hair looked cleaned up and tied back in a loose, messy bun, she had taken a bath very recently and smelled of sweet snow berries. Today she wore a slightly nicer dress than she had the previous few nights. This one still looked a tad worn but it was a rich sultry red color, still with a low neckline though not quite as low as what she worked in. A red stain colored her plump lips... She even wore a pair of worn leather shoes, she did not wear shoes very often. The young lady entered the tavern and approached the bar, taking a seat on one of the stools and leaning forward to speak to her boss, Baor. Is he still here? Her voice was barely above a whisper. The man scowled and shook his head. Go home Lorelle, before you get yourself killed. She frowned at him deeply. Baor... he's a nice man, just because he's different- She was interrupted when the other waitress approached with a few empty mugs. Nice? She asked as she set the mugs down. Now Lorelle you listen to me. Just because he seems nice doesn't mean he is. Now you're still young, I know it's exciting. If you want someone to take you away from this place to greener pastures then fine, but not him Lorelle... he's dangerous. Lorelle could only smile and look at the hallway where he must have still been sleeping. There words did nothing to turn her interest in him. I think he's interesting, and you better be careful talking about him like this... you wouldn't want to make him angry. She carefully adjusted her large breasts in her dress before standing from the stool. I'm going to say hi... There were grunts and scoffs as she got up and walked towards the hallway, but they made no move to reason with her as she trotted away, large hips swinging in delight. She'll learn when she's dead. Baor spoke to Natlee sternly, loudly. Lorelle walked down the hall, small smile on her red lips. When she approached the redguard's door she knocked gently. Wake up! She called in to him. You've been in that bed too long, let's take a walk. Its a beautiful day! she would have been avoiding the sword-teaching thing if he had brought it up again at any time