"Okay, how to..." Sylyn stares at the crystal control Thing, wondering why anyone would think she'd understand how to turn it off. "Oh, maybe..." she starts pressing on it.
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Sylyn startles from her open gaping at the spectacle they are witnessing at the top of the tower. Frozen undead, stunning bolts of energy slamming between crystals, and then there is the half-naked blue feathery woman. "Oh! Um, crystal, I WILL TRY!" she shouts as she tries to make her way through the wind.
"I don't think it understands you!" Sylyn yells, but in happy tones, since Ahreni can talk instead of just being eaten.
"LET. GO. OF. HER!" the red haired woman screams as Ahreni starts to get eaten. Flaming arrows flying at each word.
With the layers of armor, Sylyn takes a moment to aim before sending a flaming arrow it's way.
"Me???" the red head startles. She had been distracted by the wink and letting her gaze linger.
Bending over and looking at the panel she thinks she might have it like it is one the tip of her tongue.
Sylyn lets her eye drift a little too much at the dance Anreni is giving, almost as if she is showing off her wisdom for not wearing any heavy clothes. With a slight shake of her head, she dismisses such a silly thought and sends another arrow into one of the things faces.
"Flori, I don't understand undead. They are snarling, right? But they don't breathe, so how do they snarl?" the archer asks to distract herself as she pulls back a flaming arrow and lets it fly toward the nearest of the snarlers.
It takes a moment for the What is Happening to take form in Sylyn's mind, then she scrambles to brace the rope in case Ahreni does not make that jump.
It is hard for Sylyn to know whether to narrow her eyes at her... oh goodness... girlfriend? the very thought of the word sends fluttering tickles into her belly, which is very not the warrior archer image she is trying to portray at the moment... where was she, Oh yes, whether to narrow her eyes at the stupidity of striping any layers and widening of the very same eyes at the private whisper. She settles on a brief worried hug.
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Sylyn's cheeks burn hotter than normal, much hotter than normal. "I... just crowned you, you think I do that to just anyone..." she tries to banter her answer but decides this is not the time to be coy "Yes! That means yes... I do..."
The pleasantly warm archer does her ever-loving best to be of good cheer as much as possible around everyone, especially Ahreni. It is a bit hard since the landscape is "Utterly crap. Frozen crap, with a side of bleak fungal pudding." she manages a trembling smile "At least no one's tried to kill us in a few days."
Sylyn was chatting with a few girls, seemingly her age (or at least visible). "Very much." she smiled back, waving to the others as they left the two alone. "Amazing how friendly they are now, in comparison to that warm welcome we got when we arrived. They gave me this." she lifts, from the bed of her red hair, a crown of dried vines fitted with pretty light red pebbles. Then she raises it up over Ahreni and lays it on her head "Looks better on you, I think." her smile widens, as the act of crowning the blonde warrior got her very close.
Sylyn runs up to the warrior who is so torn, though the fact she refuses to sit still even when Relisha is trying to heal her speaks of her endearing but infuriating stubbornness, "Wait, you should... would you please... Ahreni!" the dragon tooth shuts her up though, making her stare at it in wonder "wow"
Seeing one she cares about so much get torn into throws off the archer's aim.
Sylyn is in awe of the magificant creature before them. A bewildering mix of terrifying and stunning. "Um... Flori... should have asked this before but... is there anything we should know about dragons?" She doesn't wait for an answer before lining up her shot, though she delays a moment to study the creature before releasing.
Sylyn looks at the sheet wall and then at the lovely knotted rope of Relisha, and decides wisely to follow behind her.
Sylyn seems startled by the turn of Ahreni's words "What? Of course, we're going!" she looks away from the blonde Aasimar to her friends "Right?"
"Well, yay. Don't you remember back in... well whatever that Ulfen city was called... that drunk sailor that wanted tried to show Flori his large 'Nameless Spire'. Well I asked about what that was, not to the drunk guy cause Kit broke his nose and there was blood and he wet himself, which was gross and funny at the same time. But to some other sailors..." she finally gets to the point, as she points to the cluster of towers glowing with a strange blue light. "Those are the Nameless Spires. It's a ruined city up near the North Pole, whatever that is." then she points to the white mountains "And those are the Alabastrine Peaks."
"HRMMM!" Sylyn sound swears as yet another arrow is deflected by the shaman's winds. Holding her bow to her side, she concentrates on her hand alone and lets a small ball of fire appear just above her palm. A smile appears on her lips, then she rears back and flings it at the flying sack.
"Oh!" she exclaims as the fire almost hits Kit. "SORRY. Maybe I need a little more practice with that thing."
"That's pretty!" she compliments her friend on the stunning array of glittery colors now coating the turd bucket of a man, before sending two flaming arrows into his flesh.
"He's like the anti-Relisha" Sylyn moans in distress as the sickening unholiness settles into her stomach.
"Now what?!?" Sylyn shouts, holding her bow string taunt, waiting for the Tool to appear again.
"He wants to sacrifice the entire town cause they weren't NICE to him??" the firey archer exclaims in disdainful surprise. "What is wrong with people?" her arrow ignites and streaks toward shaman. The second arrow has distraction making it wobble as her eyes take in Ahreni as she stretches to attack.
"Whoa! They got here quick didn't they?!?" the archer exclaims as she steps back a step and fires two more flaming arrows at the closest.
"okay, no talking then. They do seem a bit sad... OH!" the snarling scrambling rush toward them makes her let the arrows FLY!
"What are they?" Sylyn asks someone smarter, which is most people so it is an open question.
The archer whistles as she studies the trap. "This one is a nasty one. You stand here, the floor opens, then SWOOSH, you go down. Simple, yes, but still nasty. Wonder what is down there. Rustly blood encrusted spikes? Thousands of bity spiders, maybe..." Sylyn rattles off more options as she works to disable the trap.
"I don't like that guy, he seems like he is hiding something." she whispers to the others, nodding to the shaman.
"Sacrfice? As in leaving a nice plump dead foreigner carcass out in the open for the dragon to smell miles away? Are you asking for the winged frost breath... they do breath frost, right? okay... FROST breath HORROR to come feast on your door---um... tent-flap-step?" Sylyn is obviously not awesome at the in front of people speeches but she makes up for it with wide hand gestures and being LOUD. Plus her lovely assistant Ahreni is there to Ooo and Ahhh at the right times, and to look pretty.
The archer's sourness disapates considerable at the sweet smile. "A flying Kit would be amazing, Flori!" she turns her friend in hope as well.
"I think there is a better chance at finding decade-old dragon delicacies than finding anything here." Sylyn agrees with Kit, her cheer turning sour at all the sour faces turned their way.
Funneled into an important meeting instead of their shopping trip has dampened Sylyn's mood a little. "I don't know if we could do anything about a dragon, but it honestly sounds safer than raging 'hungry' winter storms"
Despite the cold, native beast attacks, freezing river water, being out of chocolate (thanks to the ravenous chocolate beast Kit), and having many nights without enough sleep, Sylyn is having the time of her life. Not being smoothered inside a town, free under the open sky, surrounded by friends, finding that kissing is probably the best thing in the entire world, so on... if it wasn't for the constant danger of being killed by whatever is dogging their heels, this would be the ideal life. "Do you think they have any sweets here, we can horde... and not tell Kit about" she asks Flori as they enter the village.
A small sound, muffled by the other's lips, a curving of her own into a warm smile, then the young woman melts into the other. Warm, content, and well of course only concerned about Ahreni's welfare.
Sylyn's eyes linger on the still sleeping woman's lips. Memories of their taste still occupy her mind whenever she's not forcing it actively Not To. A fable Flori read her from one of her books... one of Those books... but still... what was it? "sleeping beauty?" she whispers to herself, justifying her desire to help "Princess of my heart, please grace this world once again with your... um... grace?" not the exact wording she is sure, but that doesn't matter. This matters, she tells herself as she leans in, catching, pressing, kissing softly those delightful lips.
Sylyn hadn't been able to sleep. The memory of the pain was still too fresh even though all the wounds were gone thanks to her amazing friend. Restlessness had led to volunteering for the first watch. Once over she headed to her bedroll, which has been finding its way closer and closer to Ahreni's every night. So she could see the proud warrior tossing and turning. Without a thought otherwise, she sits next to her, leaning over and brushes the damp blonde hair out of the pretty face "Shh... it's okay." she says softly and close, to hopefully soothe the poor sleeping warrior without waking the others.
Sylyn helps, while complaining softly under her breath about "not supposed to be set on fire, I set people on fire." and "stupid to have Green fire anyway"
Sylyn's eyes shoot open, looking up at the defending armored form of her friend. "still fighting?" she asks weakly, as she gets up and grabs her bow off the ground.
Sylyn crumbles in a flaming heap.
Sylyn starts to burn, scaring the archer to nothing and back, twice, but the pain is steady, just from that first hit. Does hurt though, a lot. Relisha's warm healing helps, but still still still hurts. Her shots toward the fire woman reflect that.
"safest route my rosy ass" the archer mutters various petty into the air, as she sends a firey arrow at the spurned hostess.
Sylyn might be a bubbling warm mess inside when looking at Ahreni's lips, but her very nature can't allow her to just agree with people she thinks is wrong. Even if they are pretty. "I don't think they are tracking us as much as waiting on us. That last city, those things that wanted Ameiko dead was already there, had been for a long time. This just feels like walking into an ambush is all." Sylyn knows the path had already been chosen though.
Sylyn sticks her tongue out at Flori, a good-natured sign of her advancing maturity. "Plain boring road it is then... with too many people who might want to kill us for just being us." the whisper at the end is mainly just for herself, but even if unheard the worry in her eyes is plain to see.
"Most of our troubles so far have come from too many eyes. Seems like the faster route would be safer even though it is more dangerous." Sylyn speaks her own mind as usual.
Her eyes light up in interest at the glow in her friend's cheek while she talks about her brother but she is easily distracted, "Yes! I don't know if she has lots of experience because she is Sooo old or it's just a perfect fit..." she gets lost in relating all the details she can manage to find words for. There are lots of hand expressions and sighing to help articulate it all.
Deciding that quite a lot of time, too much of it, has been spent on her, Sylyn forgets she was here to get advice and asks her friend "What about you? Is Sandru still catching your brilliant eye or have they wandered to another, maybe Kit?"
Sylyn sees the hurt and winces a bit "I didn't! I mean I do, and did, but didn't know it, not really." said in a rush to make her friend feel better, the mess of her own thoughts does not make this easy "What I mean is back in town, I didn't. She was pretty and all, but about as much fun as mud so that tempered that Pretty pretty much not." the red head sighs eyes turning wistful. "But then I talked to her about something, about the time Relisha was really showing, you know." a long warm smile "Her eyes, Ahreni's, they were pools you could just fall into. Lovely, very much so, but also filled with So much." then Sylyn tells everything she can remember, about noticing little things here and there, about how she helps everyone, about the curve of her hip, about so bits of nothing that made it all into something. Then all about the kiss of course.
A few hours later once Sylyn can get Flori by herself... "Ahreni. KISSED. Me!" she grins like a little firefawn who has just seen her first inferno. "and it was good, sooo good, like... I never imagined just sticking two sets of lips together could be." she sighs her eyes looking up in the memory. At that point she forgets to whisper, "That's thanks to you, helping me know what do, where to point them, when to open them... Everything!" she grabs her friend in a squeezing smothering hug. In the hug, she looks at her best friend in all the world, her bright eyes clouding with uncertainty "but now I don't know what to do, and you know everything bout stuff like this, so... help... please." she looks like she could definitely use it.
Sylyn's eyes dart to Ahreni's lips as they slowly lean in, and then up to the other woman's eyes, before finally closing. The spike in temperature as their lips meet could be felt a good distance away if there was anyone but the two of them to feel it. A small bubbling sound, a brief grasping of Ahreni's furs to keep the kiss going just a moment longer, then an almost dazed glaze in the young woman's eyes. All to say, Sylyn gave all the signs of greatly enjoying that. She nods silently to rest of the words, then stands by herself in the falling snow with a disbelieving smile.
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