Valya smiled. "Nice to meet you, Maethoriel and Grair," she said. She looked quickly at Taevi as his expression changed when he saw Maethoriel; as always, she was on alert for any sign of illness in a patient. She then looked away to cast her blue gaze around the meal hall. Some of her other patients were here too. It seemed all was well with them as they ate and drank, and she smiled. It pleased her to see her patients up and about, those who were able to of course. She would not have allowed any patients too severely hurt to come into the meal hall.

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~~Siggy by Lembas~~

Taevi kept his name to himself, casting his gaze back down to the tabletop where he was stirring intricate patterns into his soup. He felt out of place, not sure quite what he was supposed to do with himself in this social situation. His confusion and surprise at the sight of the other halfblood was almost tangible, a physical aura surrounding him.

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

Deawen hadn't thought about Taevi reaction to the other halfelf. She watched but didn't say a whole lot. Really she was there to support Taevi. Her mind mulled over the events that had just taken place, she was still shooken up by Taevi but she surpressed it.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Maethoriel nodded, quite done with formalities and letting her mind wander to what she deemed more important matters. Her head was tilted slightly to the side and her eyes were fixed on something distant as if she were trying to discern a person from an invisible crowd of people.

Grair smiled politely and turned to look at his companion. He noted her far off look with slight annoyance and gave her arm a swift punch. "Snap out of it lassie, you are in public and people are attempting to speak to you," he grumbled.

Maethoriel looked at the group in small confusion and then shrugged, "So they were," she replied vaguely with a wave of her hand.

Grair sighed, "Just drink your ale."

"Now, that is an order I shall take gladly, Master Dwarf," Maethoriel replied with a laugh taking a swig from her mug.

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Heavens no. Hell Yeah.


Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

Taevi assessed the halfblood woman with a quiet stare. Odd creature, he thought to himself, as though he were one to talk. He went back to devouring his meal, but inwardly he was busy with his thoughts. His mind reached out and tried to touch hers curiously.

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

Maethoriel nodded, quite done with formalities and letting her mind wander to what she deemed more important matters. Her head was tilted slightly to the side and her eyes were fixed on something distant as if she were trying to discern a person from an invisible crowd of people.

Grair smiled politely and turned to look at his companion. He noted her far off look with slight annoyance and gave her arm a swift punch. "Snap out of it lassie, you are in public and people are attempting to speak to you," he grumbled.

Maethoriel looked at the group in small confusion and then shrugged, "So they were," she replied vaguely with a wave of her hand.

Grair sighed, "Just drink your ale."

"Now, that is an order I shall take gladly, Master Dwarf," Maethoriel replied with a laugh taking a swig from her mug.

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Heavens no. Hell Yeah.


Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

((You doubleposted over my last post...))

Taevi assessed the halfblood woman with a quiet stare. Odd creature, he thought to himself, as though he were one to talk. He went back to devouring his meal, but inwardly he was busy with his thoughts. His mind reached out and tried to touch hers curiously.

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

(Sorry, my net has been really weird the last few days)

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Heavens no. Hell Yeah.


Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

(( S'okay, I reposted. ))

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

Puffs of smook formed a mist in front of Dûrion's sharp face. His eyes followed the Elf and the Dwarf carefully, almost without even moving his head. They found company with two other women from Minas Tirith and another Elf. It was the latter that caught his attention. Dûrion's gaze almost seemed to pierce right through Taevi as he intently studied all his features. His face, the look in his eyes.. Had he seen this lad before?
Probably not in Minas Tirith. He knew every Elf in the court of King Aragorn. The Ranger tried to dig into his memory but with no avail; he'd met many creatures on his travels yet couldn't think of an encounter with the Elf right in front of him..

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Deawen sat silently, she had nothing to add or say so it was better to just finish her meal. Though she wouldn't leave Taevi, until he was ready to go. She happened to look up from her stew and spot a man sitting alone in a veil of smoke, normally Deawen would have passed over a gentelman like this. But.. he stared at Taevi. She was instantly on the alert, again that fierce need to protect him was overwhelming.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Valya followed Deawen's gaze towards the man that was watching Taevi. The healer looked away, her bright blue eyes sweeping over her patient, who was finishing his meal. Her assessment then turned to Deawen, who she could tell did not want to leave Taevi's side. She smiled reassuringly at the younger girl. Valya knew that Deawen had a strong sense of loyalty to those she befriended; it was quite nice to work with someone who cared about their work.

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~~Siggy by Lembas~~

(( FYI, I would post, but I'm waiting for Mae.... >,< ))

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

A cloud of smoke issued from the woman's mouth as she placed herself by Grair at the table. Her eyes once again alighted on Taevi and this time she spoke to him.

"Hello there, who are you?" She questioned looking at the other half-elf with a smile.

Grair looked over at the woman with a stern face trying to tell her to leave the poor boy alone.

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Heavens no. Hell Yeah.


Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

Taevi's mind recoiled from hers as the question was directed at him. He faultered a bit, as though unsure what do do with it, like juggling a hot coal between your hands. "Taevi Xanalas," he murmured quietly, his grey eyes shifting from her over to the dwarf, then back.

He was strangely tense, his knuckles white where his hand had fisted on the table top. It wasn't because of Maethoriel's inquiry, though. His entire being had become intensely aware of the pair of eyes fixed on him from across the room.

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

(which woman are you referring to?)

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home