Ayvriel Leviasi ia Saiph
Location | Forest along the Tennaiglini, Salvar

Silence.

Ayvriel turned her gaze towards her saviour, blinking curiously up at the male.

Is he contemplating if it is worth his while?

Due to her sheltered life on the island city of Tor Elythis, the elven maiden has never held any conversation of significance with a human until providence has brought them together.

His visage, so fierce and indomitable when he was challenging the orc miscreants that had beleaguered her, has become gentle and kind. The knight himself cut a distinctive figure in her inexperienced eyes, for his frame was broad and tone swarthy. And while Ayvriel found herself unable to place his age, from the lines and scars etched on his face, it was evident that her saviour has lived a hard life.

Or is he attempting to obscure his injuries?

“Sir Mayrdoff…?” she queried after a moment of wavering.

Before the spellsinger could continue to speak, it was as though her words pierced through the reverie that clouded his mind. In a flowing movement that has her grasping at the hauberk encased arm to preserve her precarious balance, Ayvriel soon found her feet set firmly on the ground.

Her ears pricked up at this agreement, relieved and heartened. “Thank you,” she said gratefully. After today, the very thought of continuing her journey across Salvar by her lonesome was a daunting one.

As for the ensnared orcs?

Releasing the knight’s arm, she graced them with a disdainful flicker of her eyes. “… Let them be. When we are a distance away, my influence will begin to dissipate. They should be able to free themselves in a few hours.” Even while they had wished her harm, Ayvriel was a devoted student of the school of Lissilin and would never seek retribution upon them.

A shimmer of a pearlescent lustre moving between foliage and shadow entered her vision and Ayvriel ignored the surly orcs once more, her hands raised to soothe the tense palfrey that ambled towards her, his hooves pawing at the ground when he came to a halt before her.

“Calm, Hanya’ye. They are caught and cannot harm you.”

Even so, they should not linger, for the sun was beginning to move towards the horizon. The elven maiden turned back towards her saviour with a warm smile. “South, you mentioned? We will follow your lead, Sir Mayrdoff.”