axilyae
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Sylmae strode up and down the downstairs of her small home, her face creased into a thoughtful frown. Her long, dark red hair was tied into a tidy ponytail, with a few shorter strands escaping to messily curtain her long, angled face. With a snort of annoyance, Sylmae stopped her pacing and hooked the loose strands behind her pointed ears; and then placed her slender, pale hands onto her hips, staring around her with a pointed glare. Sharp, narrowed eyes looked at every aspect of her home, as if searching for something; but Sylmae knew what she was looking for was not located here. It could not be found on the large, wooden table she had made herself a few years ago; nor in any of the books she had collected from a variety of tinkers and travellers passing through the village she lived in, now lined up neatly on a small bookcase she had also made alongside one of her neighbours. A whole home full of experiences and knowledge, but no. What caused her so much irritation, was not located here.
Sylmae was not from this village; this was a human village, and she was an Elf. A Forest Elf, to be exact; her pale colouring and eyes the colour of a summer leaf representative of her heritage. Her red hair was unusual, but not unheard of; and her toned, lithe body and small structure also marked her as different from the humans she had now lived with for about six years. At first they had whispered about her pointed ears and different physique, but they had all accepted her in the end. It probably helped that she had took it upon herself to aid their hunters when possible, and she was a good aim with her bow; and ruthless with her daggers. Soon, the amount of food she helped bring into the village made even the most racist amongst the ignorant accept her presence and so she had stayed. But it was time to move on. The forest called to her blood; she was an adventurer, a wanderer, and the time was now for her to say goodbye to her comfortable, warm home and return to the cold roads that led to a different future.
But she needed help, and this is what irked her. There was currently a traveller within the village, staying at the small inn. Sylmae had seen him earlier; rugged and tall, eager to help with the activities around the village in order to pay his way for a few nights rest. Usually she would pay no attention to the many travellers passing through unless they had wares to sell, but this man had arrived just as she had the urge to leave. She needed an extra swordsman. The roads were dangerous, and although she had the experience of adventure; that experience only confirmed her knowledge that it was better to travel as a pair than on your own. Especially if you were an Elf in human lands. Although the Elven had societies here, they were few and far between; and it could take weeks to find them, even if she kept to the depths of the forest where she knew they lurked. Her kin were a secretive people, and wary of strangers, even if they shared blood. She could not rely on her own to help in times of need, and so...
Grunting, she walked purposefully towards her front door. She would ask this traveller; why not, after all? Pulling on a heavy coat over her indoor clothing, she walked confidently towards the inn, her face determined. It was late evening and she was sure the man would be found there, drinking down pints with the locals to end the day. She rarely went to the inn, unless to fulfill the human tradition of buying someone a drink as a thanks. Her body, although Elven, seemed to attract males - and sometimes females - alike, her exotic flesh like pollen to a bee. Although in-shape and small, her breasts and flourishing hips seemed to make up for her difference in species; many a time had someone tried to grab at her chest, wrap an arm around her waist to pull her in close, their alcohol-laden breath hot on her throat and face as they whispered their desires to her. It was hard to reject them without being rude, so she instead just stayed away from the inn, where their base desires seemed to become even more obvious under the influence of ale. A shame, since Sylmae enjoyed the taste of the human alcohol beverages and it was not like she was against company. She was just not interested in letting a human paw at her in return for being able to sit at the inn like they did.
Going there now was not logical; but a calling, for an Elf, was rarely logical. It just needed to be fulfilled, and this man would help her do so. Stepping into the inn, she looked around for him eagerly, her eyes flickering over every person. As she thought; the inn was packed. Mostly men, but some women too, who did not have children to watch over at home. Biting her lip, she hung up her coat near the door and walked in, noticing the looks she garnered and sighing to herself.
Just here to find the traveller. To buy him a drink, and then try and recruit him. That was all.
Sylmae was not from this village; this was a human village, and she was an Elf. A Forest Elf, to be exact; her pale colouring and eyes the colour of a summer leaf representative of her heritage. Her red hair was unusual, but not unheard of; and her toned, lithe body and small structure also marked her as different from the humans she had now lived with for about six years. At first they had whispered about her pointed ears and different physique, but they had all accepted her in the end. It probably helped that she had took it upon herself to aid their hunters when possible, and she was a good aim with her bow; and ruthless with her daggers. Soon, the amount of food she helped bring into the village made even the most racist amongst the ignorant accept her presence and so she had stayed. But it was time to move on. The forest called to her blood; she was an adventurer, a wanderer, and the time was now for her to say goodbye to her comfortable, warm home and return to the cold roads that led to a different future.
But she needed help, and this is what irked her. There was currently a traveller within the village, staying at the small inn. Sylmae had seen him earlier; rugged and tall, eager to help with the activities around the village in order to pay his way for a few nights rest. Usually she would pay no attention to the many travellers passing through unless they had wares to sell, but this man had arrived just as she had the urge to leave. She needed an extra swordsman. The roads were dangerous, and although she had the experience of adventure; that experience only confirmed her knowledge that it was better to travel as a pair than on your own. Especially if you were an Elf in human lands. Although the Elven had societies here, they were few and far between; and it could take weeks to find them, even if she kept to the depths of the forest where she knew they lurked. Her kin were a secretive people, and wary of strangers, even if they shared blood. She could not rely on her own to help in times of need, and so...
Grunting, she walked purposefully towards her front door. She would ask this traveller; why not, after all? Pulling on a heavy coat over her indoor clothing, she walked confidently towards the inn, her face determined. It was late evening and she was sure the man would be found there, drinking down pints with the locals to end the day. She rarely went to the inn, unless to fulfill the human tradition of buying someone a drink as a thanks. Her body, although Elven, seemed to attract males - and sometimes females - alike, her exotic flesh like pollen to a bee. Although in-shape and small, her breasts and flourishing hips seemed to make up for her difference in species; many a time had someone tried to grab at her chest, wrap an arm around her waist to pull her in close, their alcohol-laden breath hot on her throat and face as they whispered their desires to her. It was hard to reject them without being rude, so she instead just stayed away from the inn, where their base desires seemed to become even more obvious under the influence of ale. A shame, since Sylmae enjoyed the taste of the human alcohol beverages and it was not like she was against company. She was just not interested in letting a human paw at her in return for being able to sit at the inn like they did.
Going there now was not logical; but a calling, for an Elf, was rarely logical. It just needed to be fulfilled, and this man would help her do so. Stepping into the inn, she looked around for him eagerly, her eyes flickering over every person. As she thought; the inn was packed. Mostly men, but some women too, who did not have children to watch over at home. Biting her lip, she hung up her coat near the door and walked in, noticing the looks she garnered and sighing to herself.
Just here to find the traveller. To buy him a drink, and then try and recruit him. That was all.