Meeting+New+Friends

Lorwynelle walked through the clean elven paths of Evereska, clutching two books to her chest with her forearms while reading a third book in her hands. She was on her way home from the great library. She walked with grace, easily traversing her course without losing focus on the book she was reading... that is until she collided with a fellow arcane student who was coming out of the magic shop. Pouches of dust and herbs scattered to the ground among her books.

Lorwyn's cheeks blushed red as she took a quick step back from the young man before her, both of them speaking apologies at the same time, "I'm so sorry! I should have been watching where I was going!" "No, no, my lady, it was my fault. I wasn't watching when I opened the door," he crouched down, scooping up his pouches and quickly stacking her books, "Are you alright?" He glanced up her with clear blue eyes that reminded her of a summer sky and her cheeks blushed brighter. Lorwyn quickly averted her eyes and crouched down, scooping up her books and almost bumping heads with him again as she awkwardly gathered her things, "I'm fine, thank you... Are you alright?" She finally looked back up from the ground, her books now in her arms. "Yes, yes... quite alright... now," he spoke a little distracted as he looked her over, a smile spreading on his lips. She was quite lovely with fair skin, gold eyes that reminded him of bright hot embers...especially with that dark red hair of hers reflecting in them... and her glowing pink cheeks seemed to make her all the prettier. He stood up and offered her a hand. Her hand felt warm to the touch and her skin was soft like silk as she accepted his invitation and stood up.  "We're going out to the meadows," he offered her a charming smile and a tendril of his pale blonde hair fell over one eye as he tilted his head down slightly nodding toward the south, "Would you like to come?" The meadows?! Outside of the main city? Her heart was racing... she didn't really have friends... she was always so busy studying. She swallowed, clutched her books to her chest, and looked into his clear blue eyes, "R-right now?" He laughed, warm and genuine, and offered her his arm, "Yeah... you act like you've never been." Her cheeks were still blushing, "Well of course I've been... I just haven't in a long... I... I don't get out much... and I should really ask..." Her sentences were incomplete as she tripped over her words. A bright smile lit up his face, "Well then it sounds like you could really use the fresh air," he tilted his head, nodding an invitation to her again, and offered her his arm, "My name is Lairesul Emynhal. Shall we?" (prounounced Lare-es-sool Em-en-haul) I don't know this person... I should say something to Atara (mother) or Atar (father)... The Meadows... that's still technically in the city, right? ... thoughts were flitting through her mind, but her head was nodding, books still clutched to her chest.  "Excellent!" He placed his hand on her back, warmly bringing her closer, "This way... Lady Thaldain, is it?" He recognized her from the university of magic as Lord Thaldain's daughter. Lorwyn nodded, "Yes, I'm sorry... It's Lorwynelle. My name is Lorwynelle Thaldain." He smiled, "A beautiful name for a beautiful woman. It suits you." <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">Her cheeks felt warm, she couldn't seem to stop blushing, but she smiled and nodded her appreciation, "Thank you, Lord Emynhal. Your words continue to make me blush." <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">He grinned and nodded, "Then I'm doing it right... though I'm not a lord, my lady. Simple and common. And you can call me Lairesul or Lair if you like." <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">"There doesn't seem to be anything simple or common about you, Lairesul," she offered him a curtsy, "And you can just call me Lorwynelle." <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">"I like Nelle," he grinned, walking her out into the grassy meadows that surrounded the city on the mountain. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">No one had called her Nelle before... it sounded strange, but she didn't mind it. She looked up when she seen a couple of girls giggling with three other boys ahead. He had said "we" she thought as she looked them over. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;"> <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;"><span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">"Oh Mystra be patient... what has he brought us this time?" one of the elven girls rolled her eyes and sighed as she watched Lairesul approaching with a companion. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">"Isn't that... one of Master Thaldain's students?" the other girl leaned over her friend's shoulder to have a closer look. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;"><span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">"Aye," nodded one of the guys with white hair, perking interest upon seeing her, "I think that one is his daughter." <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;"><span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">"What is he thinking? ...Inviting some wizard out here. Damn spell readers," the first girl shook her head and turned her gaze away from the approaching pair. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;"><span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">"Don't be so hasty, Seldana," the dark haired elven male finally glanced up to see what the fuss was about and stood up, holding his hand openly behind him as though holding the sorceress back, "That's Priestess Ahnahi's daughter... no wonder he chose her." He was staring openly as he watched Lorwynelle saunter with grace next to Lairesul. Her mother's attractive allurement was well known in Evereska. Many an elven man had gone to Hanalil's temple to pray for a blessing from her priestess of beauty. "She looks so much like her mother... look at that sashay... do you suppose that's breeding or taught?" <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;"><span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">"Mmmh! If it's taught, I'd be happy to help out //that// class... you know... as an observer... offering constructive criticism," the spectacled white-haired mage nodded beside him, "You know what I'm saying, Minaun?" he nudged the dark haired sorcerer beside him. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;"><span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">"Mmm, you and me both, Dane," Minaun nodded, still staring. "Down boys, you're both drooling and my feet are getting wet," the dark-haired girl laughed and then turned to the first girl, "Give her a chance, Seldana... Laire doesn't pick someone just for their looks... I mean he turned //you// down, didn't he?" she grinned good naturedly at her friend's emotional torment, "Besides... a learner might be nice in the group. Mystra loves all magic." <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;"><span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">Seldana rolled her eyes and leaned back against a rock, sinking into the tall grass and ignoring the approaching pair. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;"> <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;"><span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">Lorwynelle walked along the open grass meadows, leaning closer to Lairesul and whispering a little nervously, "Your friends are all staring at me." <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;"><span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">The pale blonde sorcerer offered her a charming grin, "Of course they are... anyone who sees you must be curious about you... if you haven't noticed before, then you should look up from your books more often, Nelle." He winked at her and escorted her closer. The pair arrived near to the group and Laire tossed a couple of pouches to the dark haired sorcerer who finally broke his stare to catch them. Lairesul grinned and clasped arms with each of them, "My friends, I bring you Lorwynelle Thaldaine. This is Minaun and his sister, Minoa. The one with the glasses there is Danethaln, but we call him Dane. The lovely woman in the back ignoring us is Seldana... And the quiet one there we just call Spark." <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;"><span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">"There's so many of you," Lorwyn curtsied, "It's a pleasure to meet you all." <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;"><span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">"The pleasure is ours, my lady," Dane nudged the others out of his way to move up and take her hand, kissing the back of it. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;"><span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">Lorwyn blushed pink as she took back her hand and curtsied graciously. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;"><span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">Seldana mumbled something about them bearing children. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;"><span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">"Lighten up, Sel," Laire shook his head at her, "You could use a lesson in Dane's manners." <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;"> <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;"><span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">... <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">Lorwynelle sat on her knees on the ground in a circle with the others. The skirting of her azure blue silken dress was tucked beneath her and her hands rested in her lap. Her long dark red hair tousled softly in the breeze. She looked at them skeptically, "Mystryl? Wouldn't that anger Mystra? I mean you're talking about the return of a dead goddess who would unseat her." <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">"Don't be foolish, Lorwynelle," Seldana rolled her eyes, and shook her head, "We wish no such thing." <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;"><span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">Minoa smiled at the arcanist, "You misunderstand... you see we believe the god currently titled Mystra could be more powerful than she currently is... We believe we were born to return the status and title of Mystryl to the world... that title and power would of course fall on the current Mystra. We were all touched... we all carry a piece of the shattered remains of Mystryl. We believe we were born with it." <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;"><span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">Lorwyn continued to look at them skeptically, it all sounded a bit crazy to her... all of this talk of gods and power and rankings... even as a daughter of a priestess, it all sounded far fetched.

They all chatted about many things and showed off their skills with magic. As strange as some of their ideas were, Lorwyn found that she liked talking and laughing with them. The longer they talked, the more she understood not to take Seldana personally as the sorceress seemed to be a bit sarcastic and bitter toward all of them at one point or another... it was just a part of her personality. How did such a woman get involved in this group to begin with?

Lorwynelle was an only child and she found the sibling relationship between Minaun and Minoa fascinating. They obviously loved each other, but sometimes the way they teased each other, one might wonder. Dane was very flirty... he flirted with all of the girls there, though it seemed Minoa and Seldana had already heard all of the lines. He and Minaun even seemed to banter back and forth, though Lorwyn had no idea how serious to take them... it all seemed in good fun. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;"> <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;"><span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">.... She returned home quite late, and was met at the door by her mother, a red-haired elven priestess of Hanalil. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;"><span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">"Lorwynelle," Ahnahi caressed her daughter's cheek, "I was beginning to worry. Thank the goddess that you are well. Did you lose time in the library again?" <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;"><span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">Lorwyn shook her head, "No, Atara (mother), I met some friends... and we were in the meadows. I didn't realize it had gotten so late." <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;"><span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">"Friends?" her mother beamed excitedly, "That sounds wonderful! Tell me all about them." Ahnahi pulled out a chair at the kitchen table and poured them each a mug of tea. She set a fresh plate of sweetbreads, fruit, and cheese down as well. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;"><span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">Lorwynelle took a seat at the table, munching on fresh sweet slices of a pear in between soft and savory squares of cheese, "They're students at the university of magic... though they are not father's students. They are all in Master Embermoss's class... but I didn't meet them at school. I met Lairesul in a moment of fortunate happenstance outside of the magic shop." <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;"><span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">"Master Embermoss," Ahnahi nodded, "I'm quite familiar with Valren. He is a good man. A sun elf like myself. I'm glad to hear that you have made friends with his students, my daughter. If they are anything like their teacher, they will make fine friends."

"What is this talk of friends?" her father came into the room, noticing that his daughter didn't have an open book in her hands. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;"><span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">"I met some fellow students today, Atar (father)," Lorwynelle smiled brightly. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;"><span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">"Friends are distractions," he shook his head at her, "Mind your studies. That's what's important." He nodded, setting a book on the table and pushing it toward her. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;"><span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">"Leave her be, Gaerond," Ahnahi's voice was firm, "It's important for her to get out and be social. Not everything can be learned in a book!" <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;"><span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">He turned and scoffed at the beautiful priestess's words. He pointed a finger at her, "Go pray to your goddess, wife, and leave our daughter's studies to me!" <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;"><span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">"There is more to life than studies!" Her voice raised angrily as she stood up. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;"><span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">Lorwynelle couldn't remember her parents ever not fighting... they always argued over something. She'd heard that their marriage had been arranged, but she knew nothing further. She swept up the plate and mug in her arms and left the room of angry arguing voices behind her.