Valen
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Sindarin does not know these strange people. He does not know who they are, or what they are doing in his mill. He stands there, watching as the angry-looking woman carries him to a horse, holding him as she climbs on too. Registering the presence of the man who had accosted him outside, Sindarin glances over towards him. He does not yet know what to think about the man or his strange behaviour. Just as he does not yet know what to make of Valerie and what happened outside.
Sindarin shakes his head. It is all so much to take in -- so much to think about. And if he tried to do all of it right now....unpick the many, many strands that were weaving this convoluted series of events in front of his very eyes, he would surely go mad......
Looking to the young man, the one the unconscious burned man referred to as Illian, Sindarin quickly deduces what happened. The stench of magic burns in the air. Pulling his hood over his head, he walks over to the young man. Staring at him with unblinking golden eyes, Sindarin asks simply, "Is this your magic?"
His eyes move over to the unconscious man, now held up on the steed with the woman. His unspoken meaning was obvious.
Was this your doing?
The words were not accusing. They were not meant as a weapon, nor were they spoken as such. They were merely the words of one who was curious as to the series of events that had unfolded here, in this place that was once a temporary home but was no longer.
At Elise's words, Sindarin turns that golden gaze upon her. He nods his head before responding simply, "Mine is not a life of acceptance in any case. I am outcast. I have no home, and choosing to be on the run is nothing more than what I already had." he says before subconsciously looking over at Valerie.
Do you have what I seek? Do you hold the key I look for?
Sindarin shakes his head. It is all so much to take in -- so much to think about. And if he tried to do all of it right now....unpick the many, many strands that were weaving this convoluted series of events in front of his very eyes, he would surely go mad......
Looking to the young man, the one the unconscious burned man referred to as Illian, Sindarin quickly deduces what happened. The stench of magic burns in the air. Pulling his hood over his head, he walks over to the young man. Staring at him with unblinking golden eyes, Sindarin asks simply, "Is this your magic?"
His eyes move over to the unconscious man, now held up on the steed with the woman. His unspoken meaning was obvious.
Was this your doing?
The words were not accusing. They were not meant as a weapon, nor were they spoken as such. They were merely the words of one who was curious as to the series of events that had unfolded here, in this place that was once a temporary home but was no longer.
At Elise's words, Sindarin turns that golden gaze upon her. He nods his head before responding simply, "Mine is not a life of acceptance in any case. I am outcast. I have no home, and choosing to be on the run is nothing more than what I already had." he says before subconsciously looking over at Valerie.
Do you have what I seek? Do you hold the key I look for?