Ulfrik wipes the blade of the short sword clean, and tests the heft and balance of the blade.
"This blade is a bit small for my taste," Ulfrik says and looks at the others in the group. He offers it up to someone who may find better use for it. "Sionna? Sidhe?"
Ulfrik gazes down the track that Dekkembe points out to him. The way is very clear, but nothing about this situation is natural.
"A snow cat? This far south?" He shakes his head, disturbed.
With a look around, Ulfrik positions himself at the gap leading south. "Keep a little space between you," he warns, and pulls a throwing axe from his belt. "Sionna - how comfortable are you scouting ahead a little?" She's lithe and light on her feet. But she may be more accustomed to cities than the wild - though, who knows with strangers such as these? Dekkembe and Khaleesi both show that they have skill with - he shudders - magic. What other skills do these others possess?
Dekkembe looks back at Khaleesi to make sure she is doing ok with the horse and see if she needs any help. Khaleesi, all well with our new friend? Do you need any assistance? I think you should choose a name for the majestic mare.
Sionna grins slowly from ear to ear as she looks through the things within. She speaks softly,
Now these all will likely be needing warm pockets to keep them safe. Lucky for us we all have warm pockets, wouldn't you say Sidhe?
Hearing her name called along with Sidhe's she pokes her head up and looks over to Ulfrik.
I'll gladly take that blade if you don't mind it, seems a good size. I don't mind scouting ahead, I will likely keep to the trees. Give me a moment and I'll be out.
She tucks her head back into the carriage and smiles at Sidhe with a foxy grin, again speaking softly,
How do we wanna do this then?
After Sionna replies, Ulfrik watches as she and Sidhe pore through the carriage like feral creatures through an abandoned campsite. He glances at Dekkembe and shrugs. "I appreciate their - thoroughness," he says with a glimmer of amusement.
To Khaleesi, he adds: "We may have need for your mount after all."
Dekkembe looks back at Khaleesi to make sure she is doing ok with the horse and see if she needs any help. Khaleesi, all well with our new friend? Do you need any assistance? I think you should choose a name for the majestic mare.
Khaleesi smiles at Dekkembe. Better than well, she is perfect. And yes this beautiful mare needs a name. We shall call her Serenity.
To Khaleesi, he adds: "We may have need for your mount after all."
Khaleesi looks over at Ulfrik. Yes Ulfrik, we can use her to lighten our load on our travels. We can use her to scout or hunt. She will be very useful. But she is more than that. She is hope, courage, nobility, a miracle. She will be treated with a gentle hand, kindness, love and respect.
Ulfrik mutters to himself: Onko hänDruid ?
His new companions become stranger to him with every passing moment...
Sidhe looks for a long time at the signet ring in her hand, then at the rest of the jewels in the box.
Si, I don't think these things are just up for grabs. I mean, this ring and all, don't you think that this stuff maybe belongs to somebody already? Like maybe Ulfrik's Uncle Yuln's girl, that we're looking for? And, I mean, if we're gonna FIND her, then really, we can't just be putting all of her jewels and things in our pockets. Or on. Because, you know, she'll notice I think if we're wearing her jewels when we show up to rescue her. Don't ya think?
Sidhe winces and braces for the tempest she is sure is coming her way. She knows quite well that Sionna doesn't really think any of what she just said. Sidhe clasps the signet ring tightly in her hand, so that if nothing else she can give the most important-seeming of the jewels back to the lady in question.
Sionna stares at Sidhe for a moment with an odd expression.
I don't really think we need her signet ring to be all over our fingers, no. But I do think that until we find this lady these things are in fact up for grabs. If we are lucky enough to find the lady well, then we can ya know.... give it back?
The words coming out of her mouth seem genuine, but Sidhe can likely see the glint in Sionna's eye that says these shiny things are no ones property at the moment.
By the rime on a frost giant's beard, Si, you know and I know and those two dead zombies on the floor know you don't mean that. What if you got snatched by something and someone came across your shinies before we got around to getting you back? Wouldn't you want 'em back? And I as your friend would be obliged to defend 'em for you. So, you know, this lady is a friend of Ulf's family. We can't just be snatching up her things.
Sidhe is trying hard to keep her voice down, so as to keep the subject between herself and Sionna.
The zombies could care less about what I do and do not mean, Si. This whole situation already stinks of OMEN in a way that makes me uneasy, so what's so wrong with a small amount of compensation for our danger? If we find her, IF, than I will let you hold me to returning her things... but until then I think it is safer if fewer of us know, don't you?
Sionna tries to remain quiet as she speaks with Sidhe as well, if she were in her fox form, Sidhe would see her tail twitching with excitement over the shiny, very personal property.
Sidhe looks at Sionna, recognizing in her friend the fact that she would musk the jewelry if she could in a way that definitively says "MINE!"
She is a fox at heart, really. What do I expect? I wish Khaleesi were here, she's so much better at fancy talking. I'd better compromise.
Look, Si- she begins, trying to sound gentle and reasonable, I know how you are, and that we'll all have a better time with you tracking this lady down if you can sense a bit of her. So, how about this. You just pick out one real nice piece of shiny for your bit of kit, and then we can keep the rest aside for the sweet lady when we get her rescued up, and you and me we won't say anything about it, okay. But best we keep the lady's jewelry all together for her, so it don't uh, you know- get mixed with our own fancies and such. How about that? I'm sure one little piece won't go too missed or nothing.
Sidhe gives Sionna a pleading look that she hopes conveys her inner distaste for the situation of doing something that might upset Ulfrik.
Sionna narrows her eyes at her dear friend.
You wouldn't give one care about this if it weren't for the fact that you are sweet on the walking statue out there. Which I might say is an interesting but possibly impossible notion. I more imagined an argument over who got what, not this. I suppose one shiny is a nice trinket, and I won't scoff at it, but this is not what I was expecting. From Khaleesi perhaps, she is like that, but not you..
She isn't sure if she is upset or sad with her friend at this moment and frowns disapprovingly at herself.
Walking statue...hey now I didn't...I wasn't...I don't-uh- you know... Sidhe blinks at her friend, the red rising from her toenails to her hairline. She searches for a defense. He's a nice fellow you know, I don't think you should be insulting him just because you're cross with me.
Sidhe frowns, because now she's all flustered and she knows that was what Sionna meant to do.
Look, just take what you're gonna take for your kit. I don't want to know. But I'm going to give the rest to Ulfrik, to keep for his Uncle's lady friend, because they're hers, and we're gonna meet her and stuff. It just don't seem right, taking up things from our friends' friends. It's like spooning with your cousin because he's only your Uncle's kin.
Bored with the conversation, Albus jumps into the jewelry box and begins to assess the objects at hand. Finding the jewelry to be unwelcomingly hard and inedible, he resigns himself to chewing on the jewelry box's lining.
I am lowered to eating inanimate objects to sustain myself, he pleads to Sidhe with wide pink eyes, Why must you ignore my suffering?
Sionna blinks at Sidhe and stares at her for a moment.
Where to choose to begin with what you just said....
She ponders for a moment before speaking again,
Okay... Saying someone is a walking statue is hardly an insult, most statues are made to resemble an ideal, not something ugly. Second, what? Just... What?? Okay, Okay, really... Fine, I will pick my shiny for my kit, I will keep my keep sake, and you do what you want with it if it upsets you that greatly, but know this... Picking up lost treasure is not the same as spooning your cousin...but I am glad we both know that spooning your cousin is wrong..
As she speaks the last few words she tries not to giggle, but fails. She reaches into the box and picks up the sapphire pendant, and then jumps and screams in surprise as Albus bites at her finger. She pulls her hand with the pendant from the box.
Your rat is looking to become the next untimely victim in this adventure!
Dekkembe nods his head in approval. A good name Khaleesi! Serenity. Tyneas. (Sylvan for Serenity) May we bring one another much serenity.
He looks at Sidhe and Sionna and says, Perhaps you can bring the valuables along for the Lady. Leaving them here they will surely be taken. Just keep them out of sight. Now please friends! Let us leave with haste. A life is at stake!
Albus, you son of a motherless plague bearer! Sidhe yelps.
Knowing that Sionna's scream is likely to draw attention, she drops the signet ring into the jewelry box, shoves Albus ungracefully up her sleeve and snaps the jewelry box shut, tucking it up under her arm before Sionna can change her mind.
Tuck the kit, Si, and let's get out of here. I didn't find nothing about whoever that fellow is the lizard thing was talking about.
Sidhe hops out of the carriage quickly, to avoid Sionna getting ahold of Albus or the loot.
From within Sidhe's sleeve, the ruffled Albus savors the nip he took of Sionna's dainty finger.
Soon, my love, he muses, delighting in her soft warm taste, Ah, you squeal so deliciously.
Sionna tucks the pendant safely away and out of sight before climbing out after Sidhe. She straightens herself out and observes her nibbled finger.
I should head on and see what I can up the road.
Sidhe heads over to Ulfrik with the jewelry box.
Ulf, we found this kit in the carriage, and it looks like it might have belonged to your Uncle's lady friend, by the look of the signet. I don't know if it's all here, but maybe we can keep it for her? 'Til we find the Miss?
Sidhe smiles at Ulfrik, and offers him up the box. She then glances around the camp.
We're sure that them tracks down there are good ones, and they didn't spirit off some other way?
She glances at Khaleesi with a 'We need to chat' look on her face.
I'm glad we were able to help the pretty mare. I'm fond of critters, and it's good to know that her fighting to cling to life wasn't in vain. She's a survivor, like us.
Sidhe gives her gentle friend a bright smile.
Saving the mare was a good thing, especially for Khaleesi. She needs that silver lining to cling to when things get rough and troublesome.
Ulfrik takes the jewelry box, a mild look of surprise passing across his face. He nods his head and shifts his pack to tuck the valuables inside.
"Many thanks. My uncle will be grateful should we return these to their rightful owner."
He hands Sionna the short sword, hilt first, and then gazes back down the track to the south.
"Everyone ready?" he asks and checks around. "Sionna? If you would scout ahead - but don't wander too far - we want to be able to aid you should need arise."
Throwing axe in hand, Ulfrik gestures for the lithe woman to go ahead.
Sidhe pulls her gun out again and readies it, just in case.
I need to start practicing loading faster. I could've gotten another shot off, and...
She glances at the skinned beast on the ground and sighs.
And it wouldn't have mattered one bit... And now, of course, Sionna's seen how quickly he's dismissed the returning of the jewelry, and it's just gonna be miles and miles of "I told you so," and goodness only knows how anyone else feels about not getting a cut and...
Feeling Albus squirming and scratching in her sleeve, she takes him out and sets him up on her shoulder.
And as for you, Mister Whiskersmith, why are you always trying to munch on Si? she scolds her pet quietly.
Knowing her place in the order of it all, Sidhe hangs back to take up the rear of the line and keep an eye on things.
I know you're out there now, Mister Rohkar-whoever-you-are. There's a bullet here with your name on it. Well, not literally. Do people do that literally? I mean a whole name's a lot to etch on just one bullet, and what if you miss? Maybe if you just did a letter per bullet...but then, how would you keep 'em straight and what if you didn't load in the right order? If you shot 'em in the wrong order, it would be misspelled, wouldn't it?
A sharp bite on the shoulder brings Sidhe's focus back, and she calls Albus a couple of choice words in orcish before fishing about in her pocket to find him something to eat.
How do you spell Rohkar anyhow...?
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You find no other tracks that you believe could have been made by the men that took Lady Argentea. Having no other leads, you follow the suspiciously obvious trail. Sionna scouts ahead and Khaleesi leads Serenity who seems quite eager to leave the site of the massacre. As you leave the road and ambush site behind you, the snow becomes increasingly deep and the temperature continues to drop. Before long, this southern forest feels much more like it has been transplanted from the north. The trail leads through a windswept gully that carves a path through a tree-covered ridge.
After a few hours of traveling, Sionna notices feathered bundles and strange fetishes hang from the lowest branches of the trees in this part of the forest, swaying and shifting in the wind. All are stuck through with small pins. Upon further inspection, the feathered fetishes are actually the frozen corpses of dead crows, pierced with tiny sprite arrows. Apparently, the fey are none too fond of the birds. Recalling the same tiny arrows at the site of the ambush, Sionna comes back to the party to inform them of what she has seen, pointing overhead. A white stag approaches the group, staring at you from 20 feet away.
A long moment passes and the stag seems unafraid. It bobs its head down briefly, then raises its nose, sniffing the air. Serenity snorts, her breath visible in the cool air. The stag lowers its nose, again meeting your gazes. Why have you entered my domain?, it asks.
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She glances at Khaleesi with a 'We need to chat' look on her face.
I'm glad we were able to help the pretty mare. I'm fond of critters, and it's good to know that her fighting to cling to life wasn't in vain. She's a survivor, like us.
Sidhe gives her gentle friend a bright smile.
Khaleesi smiles back at Sidhe. Sidhe I thought you might be particularly pleased. You had mentioned at the hedge witches hut if anyone had a horse or donkey they were travelling with.
Walk with me Sidhe. What's on your mind?
Nyt täällä onmajesteettinen peto !
- Do I see any pixies around?
- What do I know about the stag?
- What do I know about the pixies?
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Olen todellakin. Nyt alistumasta kuningas.
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Deer are fairly common creatures. A stag is a male deer. Its white coloring indicates that it is probably of northern origin. You know nothing of deer that can inherently speak.
Perhaps the best-known and most elusive of all fey creatures, pixies live in the deepest, most pristine forests, but their insatiable curiosity often leads them far from home. Most pixies stand just over 2 feet tall—though they typically fly about the eye level of creatures they're conversing with in order to maintain eye contact—and weigh about 30 pounds. Pixies talk quickly and easily become overexcited. They have some ability with magic. No one has said anything about pixies however.
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Sionna bows respectfully to the stag before them.
We.. Are seeking out a lost friend.... She was last seen within these woods..
Would I be better suited to gain allies in the wild life here if I were in my other form?
Walk with me Sidhe. What's on your mind?
Sidhe pulls Khaleesi aside, away from the immediate earshot of their friends.
Si, if you find a box full of someone's things, but you have no way to know who they are or how to get them back, well then those things are kind of abandoned, right? Up for grabs? But then, if you find a kit of stuff, and well, you know you're going to be finding the person they belong to, well, you should keep them for that person, right? Because you know you're going to find them? That is, if they're friendly of course, I mean, no one cares if mean people get their stuff back. But that's just doing the right thing, right? It don't have a thing to do with boys, or people liking people? So no one should be fussing at you about liking people just because you thought you should give some nice lady her things back, right?
Sidhe stomps her little foot definitively, as if reaching some decisive conclusion.
Absolutely. Because, you know, she's just dodging for the fact that she wants to take the stuff, and it didn't have anything to do with anything! Exactly! I'm so glad I got to talk with you. You're so smart about these things.
Sidhe throws her arms around Khaleesi gratefully, and squeezes her in a bear hug.
You're the best, Si, she declares.
Comforted by the conversation, Sidhe travels much more lightly, quietly humming the tune to "The Bawdy Maids of Babcock."
A white stag approaches the group, staring at you from 20 feet away.
A long moment passes and the stag seems unafraid. It bobs its head down briefly, then raises its nose, sniffing the air. Serenity snorts, her breath visible in the cool air. The stag lowers its nose, again meeting your gazes. Why have you entered my domain?, it asks.
Sidhe freezes at the stag's question.
It's a deer. I bet it's not too keen on guns and arrows and such, Sidhe muses, tucking her hand with her readied gun beneath her poncho. I wonder if I should say something...I mean, was he talking to me?
Sionna bows respectfully to the stag before them.
We.. Are seeking out a lost friend.... She was last seen within these woods..
Thank goodness someone broke the ice with the deer. It makes talking to him so much less awkward.
Sidhe steps forward and chimes in, like she does.
Indeed, she's a real sweet little lady who got taken against her will, and we'd be most kindly grateful if you might know a thing about which way she might've gone. But, you know, before we go chatting on about it, do you suppose you know anything about a fellow named Rohkar? Well, likely a fellow, but, maybe not...hard to say, really...
Ulfrik is stunned - not only from the majesty of the stag, but from the fact that it spoke!
Stranger and stranger!
Ulfrik bows in respect, and stands waiting. This is not his realm, and he has little skill at diplomacy - lest it be to buy a few rounds with the boys at the pub and generate that sort of goodwill and generosity.
"When in doubt, conserve your energy," Ulfred, his father, used to say. "Be like the mountain lion - ready for action, but without wasting a single breath until action is required." They had been hard, and brutal, lessons, those trainings with his father. But Ulfrik had learned, and keeps himself in readiness.
Perhaps the fact that we have slain the tatzlwyrm will garner us favor?
He watches as the others interact with the stag as well.
Walk with me Sidhe. What's on your mind?Sidhe pulls Khaleesi aside, away from the immediate earshot of their friends.
Si, if you find a box full of someone's things, but you have no way to know who they are or how to get them back, well then those things are kind of abandoned, right? Up for grabs? But then, if you find a kit of stuff, and well, you know you're going to be finding the person they belong to, well, you should keep them for that person, right? Because you know you're going to find them? That is, if they're friendly of course, I mean, no one cares if mean people get their stuff back. But that's just doing the right thing, right? It don't have a thing to do with boys, or people liking people? So no one should be fussing at you about liking people just because you thought you should give some nice lady her things back, right?
Sidhe stomps her little foot definitively, as if reaching some decisive conclusion.
Absolutely. Because, you know, she's just dodging for the fact that she wants to take the stuff, and it didn't have anything to do with anything! Exactly! I'm so glad I got to talk with you. You're so smart about these things.
Khaleesi realizes that Sidhe is troubled by Sionna wanting to raid some of the things found in the carriage.
Si, ease your mind. Trust in Sionna to do the right thing. We do not pass judgement if Sionna's right thing isn't in agreement with ours. You and Sionna are my sister. My love and loyalty runs deep.
Khaleesi is mesmerized by what she sees in front of her. It speaks, a magnificent creature indeed.
Khaleesi looks at her companions to see who will initiate a response. Khaleesi will follow that person's lead.
Si, ease your mind. Trust in Sionna to do the right thing. We do not pass judgement if Sionna's right thing isn't in agreement with ours. You and Sionna are my sister. My love and loyalty runs deep.
Sidhe embraces her friend with warm and genuine affection.
Beyond Gershom, Khaleesi and Sionna are the only family I've ever had. I hate it when we quarrel.
Sometimes, Si, she tells her gentle sister, I think that you were born here upon this sod just to make sure the rest of us remember that there's something better.
Sidhe gives Khaleesi a heartfelt smile.
Hey Si! Wanna sing the tune to "The Bawdy Maids of Babcock?" I'll teach you the words...not all of 'em are bad!
Dekkembe bows his head in a quick nod of respect to the Stag and says in Sylvan, Beannachtaí. Táimid ag dul isteach le meas do domian agus nádúr ann. D'fhás mé suas laistigh de na wilds mé féin agus i measc labhairt Sylvan. Is féidir linn a bheith do chead a ghnóthú an bhean fhuadaigh? Bealtaine ní mór dúinn do chabhair? An féidir leat insint dúinn rud ar bith abut ar a cá agus captors?
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The white stag nods ever-so-slightly at Dekkembe's words, then stands erect, managing to appear haughty. I am the king of the forest. I do not concern myself with the doings of two-legs. But a herd such as you describe did come through my domain. Who are you and why do you seek this doe?
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Sidhe wants to go on explaining and asking questions, but it seems that Dekkembe speaks to talking woodland creatures with slightly more authority.
I was probably doing it wrong anyhow. I mean really, who just walks up and starts chatting with some King of the Forest deer like he were something someone could talk to?
Sidhe steps back to the back of the party and lets herself disappear behind her companions.
Knowing me, I probably offended him or something...
Do SOILSE, tá na daoine a lorg againn aon meas do foraoise. Dúchan siad cineál agus chruthaigh cheana undead. Is é an DOE tábhachtach dúinn dhá cosa ach i ligean dúinn í a fháil is féidir linn deireadh a chur freisin ar an nimh go bhfuil doirte isteach i do chríoch ceannasach. Táimid b'fhéidir in ann cabhrú ceann rí cothrom eile. Is féidir linn a shábháil ar bhean óg agus tiomáint amach an filth a neamhaird na bealaí Dúlra.
Ulfrik senses that things have changed, the situation has become tense, and grips his throwing axe in readiness.
I don't know what Dekkembe said, but it obviously didn't satisfy the forest lord.
"Forest Lord! I am Ulfrik, son of Ulfred, and we are on a quest which, as you have said, is not your concern as the troubles of two-legs do not concern you. We merely ask for permission to enter these lands in search of those who have committed grievous injury to those of our - herd. My uncle, brother to my father, has placed this quest upon me, and by blood and honor I must pursue it. I respectfully ask that you allow us to do so. And if you would deign to provide us with any information you may have - if you or any of your subjects or kin have spied any of my kind who have passed this way recently, we would be most grateful."
Ulfrik finds his center, waiting, ready to either relax or defend, as the situation demands.
Sidhe bows as formally as she knows how to the majestic stag.
I'm Sidhe...and, uh, I suppose that's it. I'm kind of an orphan of the world, and I certainly don't mean you or yours any harm, and I hope likewise. These pretty misses, she indicates to Sionna and Khaleesi are my family, my sisters. I don't know this missing girl, in fact, I haven't known either of these gentlemen for long. But Ulfrik is a good man, and so seem his people, and they care very much for this lady...and I...
Sidhe takes a deep breath and focuses on the stag so as not to look at any of her companions.
...I care very much about him, whether it's a clever notion or not. So I just want to help this woman, because I know that if it were me, and I'd been taken by someone awful, I would like someone to help me. I'm terribly sorry that our path has taken us here through your domain, Your Majesty. But I, and Ulfrik, and my pretty lady friends, and the pretty lady who got taken, and well, we'd all appreciate it if you might let us pass to find her, or better yet let us know where they might have gotten off to. And I know us two-foots aren't hardly much use to you, but perhaps we might be able to do you a good turn for the turn you give us. I hope. If there's something we could do to help, I'd likely be amenable.
Sidhe tries to hold her bow, and prays that she hasn't opened her mouth and made things worse like she sometimes does.
Have you a name, Your Majesty? I'd hate to think that I'd tread upon the land of a Great King I didn't know the name of.
Please don't be offended, King Deer. Every minute we trifle is another minute of awful that could be happening to that miss.
Khaleesi walks a few steps ahead with Serenity facing the white stag.
Great King, my name is Khaleesi Targeryan Winterfell. I am a sorcerer from the North. This magnificent creature that stands before you is Serenity, a miracle of hope and trust. This animal would not be alive if had not been for one of my companions, Dekkembe. He used his healing power to save her. Our other companions, aware of this, supported the decision to save this beauty of a horse. We respect your lands and your decision whether to let us pass. So I ask of you, will you allow me, my mare and my friends to pass through your forest.
Dekkembe, rushed and realizing that he forgot to state his name, bows his head again in respect for the Great Stag and says, Rí , Is é mo ainm Dekkembe , tribesman na Plains Breataine agus an Upher Jungle . Mé leithscéal a ghabháil go bhfuil mé dearmad a lua ainm dom . Is é mo intinn a dírithe ar an bhean kidnapped atá i mbaol mór . Mar a dúirt mé , is é ár n-aidhm a tharrtháil agus a fheiceáil ar ais go sábháilte sa bhaile. Bhí uncail Ulfrik a gortaíodh go dona in a fuadach agus beseeched dúinn chun cuidiú leis an bhean - Níl a fhios agam uirthi go pearsanta . Na líomhaintí a bhfuil mé ag labhairt , tá brónach fíor . Bhí muid ag ionsaí ag dhá zombies a chruthú agus a d'fhág cleverly i luíochán ar an suíomh na fuadach . Dhá - leggeds agus go leor capaill leagan maraíodh nuair a bhí siad. I iarraidh humbly do chabhair.
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You are correct that time is against you. In fact, time has already won. The herd of two-legs slaughtered the doe. They threw the carcass in the river that you would cross if you were to go further. They hunted her, but did not eat. It is strange behavior for two-legs, is it not?
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Sidhe stares in panic towards the river.
No, please- maybe, Ulfrik, if we can get her body, we can take her to the Sidhe gives an involuntary shudder to the healie-dealers and get her put back right? If it ain- hasn't been too long? Can we- I mean, may we, your Majesty, get the lady and take her home? Maybe bury her proper with her kin, if nothing else, but to maybe get her and heal her if it's possible? We can see to the lady and her body first, and then maybe find out about the...you know...inevitable vengeance part?
Sidhe stays bowed to the stag, but has begun to inch ever so slightly forward, her urgency to get to the river showing itself.
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You are correct that time is against you. In fact, time has already won. The herd of two-legs slaughtered the doe. They threw the carcass in the river that you would cross if you were to go further. They hunted her, but did not eat. It is strange behavior for two-legs, is it not?
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The news hits Ulfrik hard and his shoulders slump slightly.
"Where - ?" He pauses as his resolve hardens and the storm cloud begins to gather. "Forgive me, Forest King - but where did those who hunted her go?" He tucks his throwing axe into his belt.
He hears Sidhe speak his name, but Ulfrik's attention is on the stag, intense and single-minded in its focus.
"I would treat them as I did their pet," he says, his voice a low rumble, and he gestures at the drying pelt of the wyrm.
Ulfrik's eyes have become hard and cold - as cold as the the icy blue of their coloring.
...or, you know, maybe get that vengeance part out of the way first, cause, of course, that's the important part...but soon, hopefully, with some haste, because as I hear, healie-dealers can only do their thing for so long and then, you know...not.
Sidhe sees that Ulfrik is beyond reason. She looks over to Sionna with pleading eyes.
Si, she whispers to Sionna hopefully, is there a scent? Can you track 'em?
Sidhe stands up and faces the deer, who is still likely taller than she is.
Just because the river's frozen over, that don't mean that we can't get the lady back! The only difference between 'can't' and 'haven't yet' is a big sweaty helping of 'try'. Of course we will continue. If the lady is retrievable, then we will, and if not, then we will find those who have wronged her and avenge her wrongful passing, and that is just the way it is!
Sidhe realizes only after she is done that maybe she just told off the deer king.
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You have the impression that if a deer had eyebrows, his would be raised. It is unclear whether they would denote amusement or offense, though. He responds after a moment. "A frozen river is not an enemy with which my kind would contend, but you have permission to search it if you wish."
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