Moth to Lantern (Adanedhel) {August 3011}
Aug 8, 2018 23:07:52 GMT -5
Post by ELIRA on Aug 8, 2018 23:07:52 GMT -5
“And if you were not an elleth you would have been dead.”
Kelet frowned. “I have been threaten with death many times. If I were not an elleth, then the Zakhiral would have killed me himself. Then again, perhaps he would have simply tried to make me breed with females instead.” The thought had not occurred to her before. Would she have killed them, if they had been women?
Yes, she concluded. Women could be just as dangerous. Yet the tone of Adanedhel’s voice was distressing. Never had she been threatened by an elf.
Adanedhel was standing up, and Kelet’s stomach was turning at the way he looked at her. Glared vehemently. As Kelet was wont to do, her own glare was returned upon him, though her insides were quaking at the sight. He looked fierce.
“How dare you?! How could you have done such a thing to me when I have not.. I have not done any harm to you?! You toyed with me and mocked me! You did not have to be cruel! You could have simply told me no, that you did not and could not feel the same. You only thought of me as a sick animal. You pitied me and did not care at all, did you? I was just something for you to use as a pet, like your squirrel and the duck you had! Well I am no longer going to be made out a fool! You have made your point very clear Kelet.”
Kelet felt the lump in her throat growing, searching up into her face. A warmth growing in the corners of her eyes, but she frowned at Adanedhel, her arms crossed, as she tried to seem unaffected. Kelet. The title succumbed to yet again. She had told him what the name meant. The one person she had spoken of it to; of why she hated it, and he struck at her by using it. Not a slip of tongue, but on purpose. She glared after him until he turned, and her stern look then began to melt away.
““You have made your point. Have made it VERY clear.”
She watched Adanedhel’s back, and she writhed inwardly.
“You have not done harm? You have not mocked?” Kelet asked, the heat behind her eyes beginning to leak forth as tears which she wiped with the back of her hands. “Was it not you who make jest of murder? Who think it humor that I must use chain to choke, when they would have killed? I had no weapon. I had no skill with sword. I use what I have. A chain… my mind… my words.”
It was better that they died. Chieftains, she told herself, who would have taken many more beyond her had they been given the chance. Kelet’s eyes were still leaking, and she too turned for a moment. She told herself to withdraw, to walk away and think before continuing. Before pressing further, and turning things into more of a mess. Yet she had never been one to back down, and she turned again, crossing over the log, stalking forward until she again stood behind Adanedhel.
“How can you say I did not care? If I do not care, I would have left you to wallow in pain and self pity. Now you train again. You smile. I like to see your smile. Tsarailag, I tell you.” How could Adan say she did not care? She cared deeply. She cared… more than she wished to admit. Perhaps she had not realized it, until Meludir had spoken. Perhaps it was that Meludir had read her better than her own self. Of course he had to speak up. He could never not speak up.
Burkhanlav Meludir, she cursed inwardly.
“Maybe you are like animals… like squirrel. Like duck. You no longer need my care, so it is time you will go. I will be a kelet to you, and you can forget me in the Greenwood.” She squeezed her fists, staring at his back, and finally reached out to touch it. Up his spine and down she let her hand trace, stepping nearer. “Maybe I lie to you,” she told him quietly. “Maybe I do feel.” Her eyes could not stop leaking, streaming, and her voice was low for it. “Maybe I tell untruth, and I have feel for some time, but cannot say… cannot let it go… deep, as you say. You already care for mortal woman. You tell me this, Adan.”
Kelet frowned. “I have been threaten with death many times. If I were not an elleth, then the Zakhiral would have killed me himself. Then again, perhaps he would have simply tried to make me breed with females instead.” The thought had not occurred to her before. Would she have killed them, if they had been women?
Yes, she concluded. Women could be just as dangerous. Yet the tone of Adanedhel’s voice was distressing. Never had she been threatened by an elf.
Adanedhel was standing up, and Kelet’s stomach was turning at the way he looked at her. Glared vehemently. As Kelet was wont to do, her own glare was returned upon him, though her insides were quaking at the sight. He looked fierce.
“How dare you?! How could you have done such a thing to me when I have not.. I have not done any harm to you?! You toyed with me and mocked me! You did not have to be cruel! You could have simply told me no, that you did not and could not feel the same. You only thought of me as a sick animal. You pitied me and did not care at all, did you? I was just something for you to use as a pet, like your squirrel and the duck you had! Well I am no longer going to be made out a fool! You have made your point very clear Kelet.”
Kelet felt the lump in her throat growing, searching up into her face. A warmth growing in the corners of her eyes, but she frowned at Adanedhel, her arms crossed, as she tried to seem unaffected. Kelet. The title succumbed to yet again. She had told him what the name meant. The one person she had spoken of it to; of why she hated it, and he struck at her by using it. Not a slip of tongue, but on purpose. She glared after him until he turned, and her stern look then began to melt away.
““You have made your point. Have made it VERY clear.”
She watched Adanedhel’s back, and she writhed inwardly.
“You have not done harm? You have not mocked?” Kelet asked, the heat behind her eyes beginning to leak forth as tears which she wiped with the back of her hands. “Was it not you who make jest of murder? Who think it humor that I must use chain to choke, when they would have killed? I had no weapon. I had no skill with sword. I use what I have. A chain… my mind… my words.”
It was better that they died. Chieftains, she told herself, who would have taken many more beyond her had they been given the chance. Kelet’s eyes were still leaking, and she too turned for a moment. She told herself to withdraw, to walk away and think before continuing. Before pressing further, and turning things into more of a mess. Yet she had never been one to back down, and she turned again, crossing over the log, stalking forward until she again stood behind Adanedhel.
“How can you say I did not care? If I do not care, I would have left you to wallow in pain and self pity. Now you train again. You smile. I like to see your smile. Tsarailag, I tell you.” How could Adan say she did not care? She cared deeply. She cared… more than she wished to admit. Perhaps she had not realized it, until Meludir had spoken. Perhaps it was that Meludir had read her better than her own self. Of course he had to speak up. He could never not speak up.
Burkhanlav Meludir, she cursed inwardly.
“Maybe you are like animals… like squirrel. Like duck. You no longer need my care, so it is time you will go. I will be a kelet to you, and you can forget me in the Greenwood.” She squeezed her fists, staring at his back, and finally reached out to touch it. Up his spine and down she let her hand trace, stepping nearer. “Maybe I lie to you,” she told him quietly. “Maybe I do feel.” Her eyes could not stop leaking, streaming, and her voice was low for it. “Maybe I tell untruth, and I have feel for some time, but cannot say… cannot let it go… deep, as you say. You already care for mortal woman. You tell me this, Adan.”