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Niae

12-14-2008, 02:08 PM

Part One - A small ship sailed steadily upon the restless ocean in the early hours of morning. The blazing, bright sun had just lifted slowly off of the water's edge in the horizon, casting the sky in brilliant shades of red, deep orange and a shimmering gold. The air was clear, smelling of salt and of a promise of new discoveries. The rain had fallen the night before and the boat glistened in the sun of the beads of water that clung to various parts of the vessel. The wood was lightly soaked as it absorbed these watery pearls, smelling with a cry of its old age. A crew was available, plus a handful of other passengers. Perhaps they were tradesmen, adventurers, or even those that have been found that were still stranded upon various lands that were torn from the shattering that had occurred many, many years ago. The travelers were resting around the deck, their damp cloaks offering very little shelter from the chill and of the fierce brush of the wind. All of them were still asleep, except for one. Standing and leaning her arms against the bow of the ship, gazing out at the sea, was an elf.She was petite in size, her trim frame hidden from view as her cloak remained wrapped about her from the neck and down to the calves of her slim legs. Her skin was deeply tanned, seeming to have been baking under many days out in the sun. Her hair was ivory, pinned up into a plain bun with wisps of strands falling all around her head. Her face was camouflaged in a viel of an ivy shroud of the darkest green color, intensifying her emerald eyes. These eyes, perhaps, were once brilliant and shining, but now they have grown dull in appearance as they stare wistfully at the horizon.She was a Feir'dal. A wood elf. The Feir'dal gave a small sigh and reached up to stroke a few strands of her snowy white hair away from her face. Her fingertips brushed against a brittle object snugged into the bun. She abruptly pulled at it and held it up in front of her inquiring eyes. A dried leaf clung onto her fingertips, having once lived in a deep forest and onto a tall tree. The Feir'dal furrowed her brows as a memory drifted once more into her mind. She slowly crumbled the flaky leaf between her fingers and watched the tiny pieces fly off into the ocean wind before closing her eyes.In her mind she saw a younger version of herself, one who didn't seem to stop smiling and her face lighting up with a vibrant life. There would be no escape from the memories that swarmed into her head.

Niae

12-14-2008, 02:09 PM

Part Two - In the memory, the Feir'dal was young. Her snowy hair was worn down, her locks were curled and they bounced whenever she took a step. Her emerald eyes were shining and full of life. Her cheeks held a faint rosey blush. She wore an off-the shoulder green dress, complete with a corset that revealed her curvacous bossum. She was more care free then. She was wandering along the canal of Qeynos Harbor behind a building, when a dark figure began to approach her. A man."Caelvar!" She cried out happily, her ivory locks flowing behind her as she ran up to him."Sshh..!" He slapped the palm of his hand flat against her lips and held her up against the back wall of the building. His head turned rapidly from one side and to the other, looking around cautiously. The lady immediately became very still and silent, not even daring to breathe as she listened along with him for any signs of anyone else being around. Her wide, surprised emerald eyes remained upon Caelver's lightly tanned, beautiful face. He, like her, was a Feir'dal. His hair was deep brown with blonde highlights that were held in a braid at the back of his head. A dark night shroud adorned the right side of his face and over his right eye. His eyes were a golden amber shade, shining brightly within the light and flickering with a deep, burning fire within his gaze. It was not hard for her to fall for him. Soon, Caelvar lowered his hand away from her mouth and took a step backward, letting her go. His eyes drifted quietly to her own as he spoke barely above a whisper, "Zyra, we need to be more careful."She took a step forward, opening her arms to him as her lips curled into a mischievous smile, her sweet voice speaking longingly, "Come to me... Please?" He reached into the pocket of his dark jerkin, pulling out a cigerette and placing the tip inside his mouth. It tilted downward as it stuck to his lower lip as he looked around for a light source. Zyra furrowed her brow, growing impatient, whispering firmly, "Caelvar!""In a minute, in a minute... I need to smoke." "Right now?""Yes, now." With that, Caelvar pointed towards a torch mounted nearby. He swiftly made his way towards it, disappearing in the distance from Zyra's view. She slumped back against the stone wall, looking forlornly at the ground as she waited. The night was growing darker. The moon was a cresent in the heavily clouded sky, which offered very little light within the darkness. Soon, a familar shadow fell over Zyra as she closed her eyes and felt the warm, strong hand of Caelvar gently cup her cheek. He leaned in, his warm breath flowing gently within her delicately pointed ear as he whispered with a great heat, "I'm here, darling." Zyra's lips parted as a yearning sigh escaped her lips, feeling as if she could fall upon her knees right then and there from just hearing his whispers. Without straying away very far from her ear, Caelvar carefully removed his cloak, unclasping it from his neck, and bent down, laying it upon the hard, stone ground. He then swooped her deeply within his arms and slowly lowered her down onto the cloak with great care.Zyra could still smell the smoke upon his breath as he knelt above her, but she didn't mind it very much. It made her feel more aroused.Caelvar begin to fiddle with the lone button that held his jerkin together at his waist, his breath seeming to grow heavier as each moment passed. He nearly ripped the jerkin off of himself, throwing it off to the side before he reached down and trailed his fingertips slowly along the outer curves of her full breasts that only revealed a deep cleavage within the tight corset of the dress she wore. Zyra reached down and grabbed at the skirt of her dress, pulling it slowly upward inch by inch as Caelvar began to work on lowering his trousers. She whispered, her voice full of anticipation,"Caelvar, do you... Do you love me?""Sshhh, don't talk... Just enjoy.""I need to know."He suddenly grabbed a handful of snowy hair upon her head as he gave a hard stare within her eyes. Zyra wasn't sure by his expression if he was angry with her, irritated at her, or if he felt the same way as she did for him. She would prefer the latter but she grew fearful inside nevertheless. Instead of replying to her in words, Caelvar brought his lips tightly against hers, kissing her with a great deal of passion and with a rising hunger. Zyra didn't care anymore if he didn't say anything ever again for the rest of the night. As long as he was with her, she felt all the love she needed.- - - - - - - - - - - - - Caelvar and Zyra met like this, in secret, for many nights. As time wore on, however, they began to drift apart. There were nights when Caelvar was not at the meeting place at the right time. Some nights, Zyra simply didn't want to go. She soon decided that perhaps it was best to never meet with him again. Nearly two months passed before she would see him again. It happened on a normal, ordinary night while she worked as a barmaid for a tavern in Qeynos. Zyra saw him out of the corner of her eye. He had not changed much. He wore a tight, fully buttoned leather jerkin with leggings and boots. His hair was still in a braid and his eyes were still full of gold. Zyra immediately turned around, so that he would not see her face, and tears began to well up in her eyes. She took several deep breaths as she took a rag and began to rub away at an empty table, even though it was already clean. She had every intention of hardening her heart against him, to not look at him or even speak to him."Well, hello there." A familiar voice spoke gently to her from behind.She knew it was him. She knew she couldn't just ignore him. She had to treat him like any other customer. She slowly turned around and met his shimmering amber eyes with her deep emerald. "H-hello..." Zyra uttered, pulling her gaze away as she wiped away at her tears, feeling ashamed that he had seen them."Zyra... I haven't seen you in a long time." "You were looking for me?""Yes, I enjoyed our time together, you know."Caelvar reached out and casually touched her shoulder, to which she immediately brushed away. "I don't think it is a good idea for us to see each other anymore." Zyra's voice was tinged with a pained emotion."Why not?""I just, don't think it is a good idea..."He reached out, gently brushing away a strand of her ivory hair away from her face and leaned in closer to whisper within her ear, "Let us go elsewhere... Get reacquainted.""Leave me be!" Zyra groaned as she suddenly threw her wash rag upon the table and fled from the tavern. - - - - - - - - - - - - - Zyra felt stupid as she returned to the same place where they had routinely met and spent intimate time together. She sat, alone, in the dark, feeling the cold air surround her body. She didn't have her cloak with her and she was beginning to regret how she ran out of the tavern. It was a possibility that she would not have her job anymore.Suddenly, her eyes began to widen, her chest beginning to heave. She immediately covered her mouth, rose to her feet and rushed over towards the canal and began to throw up. Tears stung her eyes when she finished and she wiped away at her lips."Zyra, are you alright?" Caelvar crouched beside her, wrapping a comforting arm around her shoulder. Zyra felt embarrassed enough as it was, she didn't want him to see her like this. She roughly pushed him away.His voice was growing more irritated, "What is the matter with you?"She turned with hesitation, her emerald eyes meeting with his golden gaze. She opened her mouth to speak but found that she just couldn't say what she wanted to say. Finally, she blurted it out, "I'm with child."