"It'll be different, certainly. I've never done that before either."
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"Atticus," Narcisse leans over and taps him gently on the arm. "What were you dreaming about? We saw an inscription last night that talked about Akruel and a sceptre. Well, I'm saying 'we', but I don't mean me... but the thing is I've never heard that name before and now I've heard it twice in two days."
Narcisse watches Valgar checking his armour through half-closed eyelids and makes a mental note to herself never to wear any.
"That's a good idea, Tally. It just worries me that something that important should have been forgotten I suppose. That and there are children there and ... well, it would be nice if nothing bad happened to them."
"That's terrible! Who is Akruel? What's the sceptre? Why has everybody forgotten about this place?"
Narcisse goes to find Valen after saying goodnight to the children and carefully remembering to thank Almery. "What did you find, Valen?"
Narcisse stays with the children and teaches them a counting game she learned when she was youngster in the fey world.
Narcisse soon stops feeling shy in the company of the children and tells them about her life in faerie before eating some of the feast. When Uliana shows Tally the sketch she looks over his shoulder. "We'll look for your father. Valen and the elves are the only family I really know, but if I'd been brought up here, I'd be just like you. What kind of man is he Uliana - I mean what does he do?"
Narcisse boggles slightly at the turkey. "What is it?" she whispers to Tally.
"Almery will be waiting."
"Maybe food would make you feel better. Come and meet Almery. He's nice." Narcisse looks anxiously over Atticus and Valgar for Valen's slight figure, always a little unsure without her one contact with the world she's most familiar with.
"We've been invited to supper and paying is a bad thing to do. Tally explained it to me. I think I'd like some ale though. Have we got time?"
"Shall we go and get them, Tally? It's very kind of you to offer."
Narcisse blushes. "Tally's right - I'm not very good at humans yet. I hope I didn't upset you."
Brethel "How will the village survive? I think I've got a sort of vested interest here. Yes, if Tally doesn't think we ought to get back to the rest of our party, we'd love to join you for a meal. If it's not a trouble. Or an imposition. We could pay you for the food, if you'd let us." Narcisse struggles to remember what Valen told her about offering to pay for things and hopes she's got it right.
Brethel "Oh." Narcisse thinks, putting the bits together and not looking very happy about it.
Brethel "Just "Narcisse." The elves thought it was time I saw where I came from. I'll have to make a choice about which world to live in some time soon, and they said I couldn't choose when I only knew about faerie. It seemed to make sense. But I didn't know about the Janice - my mother. I was told I was saved from the plague. Is that true?"
Brethel "I might be." Narcisse sounds uncertain. "I don't know what I was called before the elves saved me."
Brethel "Jeb told us part of the story and we went to see Janice's grave. I might be able to add to the tale ... I think." Narcisse looks to Tally for support, unsure what to say.
"Good morning! I'm Narcisse, this is Tally and we were wondering if you could tell us anything about the Porter family."
"Sorry, Tally. I'm just not that used to humans." She pauses for the rest to catch up.
"Over there, perhaps." Narciss follows the sound of the voices.
Narcisse walks into the church and looks around.
Narcisse smiles openly at Tally. "That's better. Shall we go and find this church then?"
Narcisse looks curiously at Valgar's impromptu rainwear and suppresses a smile. "I don't know many people who could carry off that look Valgar."
"Just "Narcisse", Tally," she smiles. "I'm no soldier, but I know when something feels wrong. Let's go and find out what it is. Then maybe we can help. And then maybe, I can find out about inns as well. They don't really have them where I grew up."
"You must have seen worse than this, Tally, but it really does send shivers down me. And not just because of the Porters."
"Valen would never harm anyone in that way, I'm sure of it." Narcisse looks increasingly nervous. "What can we say to him? What can I say to him?"
"Valen needs to stay away I think if Jeb is right." Narcisse traces the name on the gravestone and looks at her elven friend and guide.
Narcisse looks around for something to put on the grave.
Once Jeb is out of earshot, Narcisse touches Valen's arm. "I thought I was saved from the plague. That was what they told me. Did they lie, Valen?" "Could someone help me find some flowers, do you think?"
Narcisse goes very silent. She has a suspicion she knows what happened to the baby. "Where is Janice Porter's grave? That's a sad story," she manages at last.
Narcisse is quietly horrified to discover that her home village is so very poor. After the grace of the faerie realm, this comes as something of a shock. Trying to stop her nose from wrinkling, she wonders, privately, why nobody makes an attempt at even basic repairs and it is on the tip of her tongue to ask someone when the old man speaks. "How do you know it's the same fox?"
Anything that allows Narcisse to survive standing up works for me :). Amending.
"Oh - now I understand! Valen didn't explain you don't have to float."
"Only another 80 to go then."
"My feet won't do that ..."
Good to go, personally. Anything else we can probably work out as it arises.
Hmm. No idea where I got that from either. Wishful thinking? Woeful misreading? Looking at another rules set entirely? Removing it anyway :)
Narcisse won't know anything much beyond the name of the village she came from and likely falls in with Maeve to find out more - dragging Valen with her. Or possibly it's Valen's idea?
. Little Miss Fragile. Narcisse is very recently back in the world from the feylands and does indeed have Valen doing bodyguard duty. Maybe she and Maeve came from the same village originally?
Any word on the magic missile? Change of image. She looked a little wafty :)
Adding to the question heap. Magic Missile - rolled for or auto hit?
Narcisse. Not sure I've got all her bits and bobs right, but this is the basic form. She's sharing sandwiches with Valen, since she's ended up with more money than him, and has less to spend it on. |