Laleh
05-19-15, 06:15 PM
Day 50
Laleh was huddled up in the tree tops. The wind had picked up, its breath able to shake the bones of the trees. The rain was hammering down, its thunderous melody enough to make one think it was a subtle earthquake. Little sound could be heard over the showering water, only the howling of the wind and the rustling of the leaves.
Soaked, her body quivering as goosebumps romped across her skin. Her companion Snaggs was playing a game of hide and seek in her hair, occasionally nibbling on her fingers before darting back for cover. He eventually came out from his shelter to nuzzle up against her jaw, growling faintly.
Laleh pulled the cloak over her and Snaggs before letting out a heavy sigh. She whispered quietly in draconic, "Si jinthil svadrav wux used ekess dartak ve..."
Her fingers traced over his scales, eyes fixated down to her satchel, “I wonder how I’ll find you.” Laleh’s voice trailed off as she reluctantly pulled a small red book from her satchel. Her fingers traced the engravings on the cover. It was worn, leather torn at the corners, the pages mangled. Before her attention was entirely lost to this book Snaggs had managed to climb up her hair, resting at the side of her face. He gnarled nudging against her cheek multiple times. Smirking, her index finger rubbed under his chin, “Gethrisj nakta warm Snaggs, si mi kruth.” With that, Snaggs climbed down to her lap, curling up in a ball like a cat would and shutting his eyes.
Her mind, gaze...had gone back to the book. She opened it to the spot that she had torn the page from a few days ago. A pencil rolled down to the bottom, her fingers picking it up carefully. As quickly as she picked it up, Laleh began to scratch the lead onto the paper, her mind now lost to the blank pages....
~Another few days has passed since I have been in this forest, my thoughts escape me. It’s been difficult to find a decent meal, granted, Snaggs has been able to help me track rabbits here and there. There are many eyes here; their bellies empty, longing to feast upon my flesh. I keep us on the move, constantly on watch and without a decent nights sleep. I feel all of this is a waste of time...that I’m on a wild goose chase to no where. Before I left Raiaera I stumbled upon a man my last night in the tavern. His breath still lingers in my nostrils, the odor of mead and tobacco mixed with what I could only imagine to be liver. He sought me out that night, his eyes watched my every move. Damn that man, I would have had another pouch of gold coins to myself if it weren’t for him grabbing my wrist and taking me out on the dance floor.~
Laleh paused from writing, her left hand caressed her right wrist. As the branches shook, moonlight had escaped, lighting up the area that Laleh was resting in. Her wrist was purple, a clear marking of fingers wrapped around it. She wrinkled her nose in disgust as she spat down to the ground before returning her gaze to the pages, writing once again...
~He wouldn’t let me go, bastard... Should have slit his throat then and there. He kept his face covered with a mask, only thing I could see were those eyes...those piercing yellow eyes. Every time he stared at me, it was like he was looking through me. He knew things I couldn’t explain. We danced for hours, no words exchanged, but every time I tried to part away he pulled me in closer and just when I thought I had enough...He whispered to me, told me I could find my father, all I had to do was one simple favor and the information I needed would be mine.
I....was more stunned than anything, he knew who I was and just like that I was his puppet, his shadow, blindly agreeing to his proposal. Eventually we left, I followed like a lost puppy, simply listening to him tell me about this old cave somewhere in the red forest that held something dear to him, a silly candle. That’s all he asked for in exchange for information regarding my family. He told me that once I came upon this underground cave, there would be blue flowers growing just at the opening, that’s how I would know it was the right place. He warned me that there would be traps, possibly strangers seeking the same item I was and that these strangers would kill me at first sight. All I could do was nod....
My mind raced, my guard was down, I had never been that vulnerable. And as my mind continued to drift he had just as quickly disarmed me, throwing me up against the alley wall, a dagger against my throat... “You need not know my name for now Miss Valame, find this candle for me and I’ll make sure you get the information you need. If you survive, I’ll find you pet...” With that he vanished in a cloud of smoke, leaving a friendly slit against my throat. I didn’t even defend myself, I didn’t strike a blow at him, how foolish I was for following a stranger... Yet here I am obtaining a candle for a man with no name, but clearly knows mine.
My father always said to never lose hope...
But what is hope when you must put your faith into another’s hands?~
She shook her head, ripping out this page just as she did the first one. The wind was dying down, rain drops had ceased. Laleh bit her lower lip as she looked under her cloak to Snaggs, who had been sleeping peacefully. Smiling she rubbed his belly gently, “Snaggs, rocen svern, yth rigluin ekess gethrisj.” Shaking his head Snaggs crawled down to the tree branch, poking his head out slowly to check for rain. He hopped up and down seeing that there were no more droplets and scampered out prancing upon the branch, before looking back to his owner.
Laleh giggled softly before placing the crumpled up journal entry in front of the dragon, “Valignat nomeno ir filki hefoc wer annyo.” Snaggs nodded before taking in a deep breath and blowing out a fireball just large enough to consume it, the embers devouring the paper. Laleh nodded as she jumped down from the trees, then whistled up to Snaggs, “Yth re shafaer wer move tenamalo.” Snaggs spread out his wings and jumped down, almost like an army man using a parachute. He landed softly on Laleh’s shoulder, his small claws clinging on as she swung her cloak over her head, pulling the cowl down to cover her eyes before darting off deeper into the woods.
Laleh was huddled up in the tree tops. The wind had picked up, its breath able to shake the bones of the trees. The rain was hammering down, its thunderous melody enough to make one think it was a subtle earthquake. Little sound could be heard over the showering water, only the howling of the wind and the rustling of the leaves.
Soaked, her body quivering as goosebumps romped across her skin. Her companion Snaggs was playing a game of hide and seek in her hair, occasionally nibbling on her fingers before darting back for cover. He eventually came out from his shelter to nuzzle up against her jaw, growling faintly.
Laleh pulled the cloak over her and Snaggs before letting out a heavy sigh. She whispered quietly in draconic, "Si jinthil svadrav wux used ekess dartak ve..."
Her fingers traced over his scales, eyes fixated down to her satchel, “I wonder how I’ll find you.” Laleh’s voice trailed off as she reluctantly pulled a small red book from her satchel. Her fingers traced the engravings on the cover. It was worn, leather torn at the corners, the pages mangled. Before her attention was entirely lost to this book Snaggs had managed to climb up her hair, resting at the side of her face. He gnarled nudging against her cheek multiple times. Smirking, her index finger rubbed under his chin, “Gethrisj nakta warm Snaggs, si mi kruth.” With that, Snaggs climbed down to her lap, curling up in a ball like a cat would and shutting his eyes.
Her mind, gaze...had gone back to the book. She opened it to the spot that she had torn the page from a few days ago. A pencil rolled down to the bottom, her fingers picking it up carefully. As quickly as she picked it up, Laleh began to scratch the lead onto the paper, her mind now lost to the blank pages....
~Another few days has passed since I have been in this forest, my thoughts escape me. It’s been difficult to find a decent meal, granted, Snaggs has been able to help me track rabbits here and there. There are many eyes here; their bellies empty, longing to feast upon my flesh. I keep us on the move, constantly on watch and without a decent nights sleep. I feel all of this is a waste of time...that I’m on a wild goose chase to no where. Before I left Raiaera I stumbled upon a man my last night in the tavern. His breath still lingers in my nostrils, the odor of mead and tobacco mixed with what I could only imagine to be liver. He sought me out that night, his eyes watched my every move. Damn that man, I would have had another pouch of gold coins to myself if it weren’t for him grabbing my wrist and taking me out on the dance floor.~
Laleh paused from writing, her left hand caressed her right wrist. As the branches shook, moonlight had escaped, lighting up the area that Laleh was resting in. Her wrist was purple, a clear marking of fingers wrapped around it. She wrinkled her nose in disgust as she spat down to the ground before returning her gaze to the pages, writing once again...
~He wouldn’t let me go, bastard... Should have slit his throat then and there. He kept his face covered with a mask, only thing I could see were those eyes...those piercing yellow eyes. Every time he stared at me, it was like he was looking through me. He knew things I couldn’t explain. We danced for hours, no words exchanged, but every time I tried to part away he pulled me in closer and just when I thought I had enough...He whispered to me, told me I could find my father, all I had to do was one simple favor and the information I needed would be mine.
I....was more stunned than anything, he knew who I was and just like that I was his puppet, his shadow, blindly agreeing to his proposal. Eventually we left, I followed like a lost puppy, simply listening to him tell me about this old cave somewhere in the red forest that held something dear to him, a silly candle. That’s all he asked for in exchange for information regarding my family. He told me that once I came upon this underground cave, there would be blue flowers growing just at the opening, that’s how I would know it was the right place. He warned me that there would be traps, possibly strangers seeking the same item I was and that these strangers would kill me at first sight. All I could do was nod....
My mind raced, my guard was down, I had never been that vulnerable. And as my mind continued to drift he had just as quickly disarmed me, throwing me up against the alley wall, a dagger against my throat... “You need not know my name for now Miss Valame, find this candle for me and I’ll make sure you get the information you need. If you survive, I’ll find you pet...” With that he vanished in a cloud of smoke, leaving a friendly slit against my throat. I didn’t even defend myself, I didn’t strike a blow at him, how foolish I was for following a stranger... Yet here I am obtaining a candle for a man with no name, but clearly knows mine.
My father always said to never lose hope...
But what is hope when you must put your faith into another’s hands?~
She shook her head, ripping out this page just as she did the first one. The wind was dying down, rain drops had ceased. Laleh bit her lower lip as she looked under her cloak to Snaggs, who had been sleeping peacefully. Smiling she rubbed his belly gently, “Snaggs, rocen svern, yth rigluin ekess gethrisj.” Shaking his head Snaggs crawled down to the tree branch, poking his head out slowly to check for rain. He hopped up and down seeing that there were no more droplets and scampered out prancing upon the branch, before looking back to his owner.
Laleh giggled softly before placing the crumpled up journal entry in front of the dragon, “Valignat nomeno ir filki hefoc wer annyo.” Snaggs nodded before taking in a deep breath and blowing out a fireball just large enough to consume it, the embers devouring the paper. Laleh nodded as she jumped down from the trees, then whistled up to Snaggs, “Yth re shafaer wer move tenamalo.” Snaggs spread out his wings and jumped down, almost like an army man using a parachute. He landed softly on Laleh’s shoulder, his small claws clinging on as she swung her cloak over her head, pulling the cowl down to cover her eyes before darting off deeper into the woods.