Forest Revelry [October 3011] {Mel and Adan}
Dec 8, 2018 9:26:13 GMT -5
Post by ELIRA on Dec 8, 2018 9:26:13 GMT -5
Seated behind the curling trunks on the edge of the practice ring, behind a large tree, Kelet’s steel grey eyes flicked upward, beyond the damp moss in the heavily filtered sunlight; the rare sunlight which managed to reach the forest floor in the dusky wood as autumn fully covered the land. Leaf litter was strewn upon the ground, falling golden and orange, and then masking to brown and crunching under foot in a way that caused even elves to make noise while stepping if they were not careful. A chickadee sat upon her knee, singing furiously tidings of the winter to come, as the air was growing cool and crisp.
The elves who were not on the border patrol this day were practicing, as every day, for some war they were not yet part of. Some preparation. It was an honorable task, to be able to fight when the need called; to be fit and firm and ready to withstand whichever storm was waged against them. The elves sparring; not just any elves, but the name of Adanedhel had been called, and Kelet made motion to resist, closing her eyes and pressing her back against the shaggy bark of the tree trunk, while the bird twittered on.
It was no use however; he had been sparring out of her sight; she had heard his voice on occasion calling out through the forest, but the trees so thick had blocked her view. Now this time, he would come into the ring, and Kelet moved to peer around the tree trunk that she might see. She spied the elf from behind, his shoulders squared and steady
Silver slashed through air and rang, muffled by the surroundings, as the leaves hung yellow overhead, and through the clash of blade, she watched the raven haired elf move graceful and lithe. Kelet watched his form, sleek and handsome as he dodged, blocked, and sprung for the attack. She watched the way he parried, and lunged, the fabric of his breeches pulling tight over his thighs, and her breath raked over her teeth in anticipation of each move, as inwardly she willed that he not drop his guard. Forgetting for a moment that she had not wished to be seen, she watched the duel intently, and the chickadee flew up to rest in a bare tree while Kelet’s fingers came to rest upon the moss and she rose up slightly.
Twisting, and whirling, and footwork afleet.blade raised to the level of the eye and the opponent’s blade was brought down in swift revelry against the dirt. The opposer dropped it, hands lifting in the sight of surrender. Adanedhel’s back was squared to her and her eyes flecked over him, watching unblinking, as her lips were not quite smiling, but tilting as if they meant to.
Kelet let out the breath she had been holding, and that was when she caught sight of the far sided watchers, elves who had been observing technique. Tawny haired Meludir stood aside the others, but his attention to had gone past the duel and his soft eyes were caught upon her own. Kelet nearly gasped, stiff as a hare caught in the eyes of predator, to see that her friend had noticed her watching.
She had been trying not to watch for nigh on a month since the evening she had drawn herself away from Adanedhel’s chambers, but temptation had struck this day, and she thought she might simply look upon him. The training grounds were safe, for there were many surveyors and she could watch him move as he were occupied. She had seen Adanedhel elsewhere in the Elvenking’s Halls, meeting his eyes time and again, they had been a dance of blue and grey and his questioning glance and attempted slow approaches, before she would break and flit, and after the first time, he had let her go unhindered. Barely a word shared between but each other’s names.
Now Meludir had seen her watching, and Kelet had shifted back around the other side of the tree and sighed, as mentally she could see the approach of him in her mind. Her grey dress caught against the rugged bark, and she rubbed at her scarred wrists; silent, for she had left her silver bells within Adan’s chambers. Kelet closed her eyes at the faint sound of crunching leaves beneath swift feet.
The elves who were not on the border patrol this day were practicing, as every day, for some war they were not yet part of. Some preparation. It was an honorable task, to be able to fight when the need called; to be fit and firm and ready to withstand whichever storm was waged against them. The elves sparring; not just any elves, but the name of Adanedhel had been called, and Kelet made motion to resist, closing her eyes and pressing her back against the shaggy bark of the tree trunk, while the bird twittered on.
It was no use however; he had been sparring out of her sight; she had heard his voice on occasion calling out through the forest, but the trees so thick had blocked her view. Now this time, he would come into the ring, and Kelet moved to peer around the tree trunk that she might see. She spied the elf from behind, his shoulders squared and steady
Silver slashed through air and rang, muffled by the surroundings, as the leaves hung yellow overhead, and through the clash of blade, she watched the raven haired elf move graceful and lithe. Kelet watched his form, sleek and handsome as he dodged, blocked, and sprung for the attack. She watched the way he parried, and lunged, the fabric of his breeches pulling tight over his thighs, and her breath raked over her teeth in anticipation of each move, as inwardly she willed that he not drop his guard. Forgetting for a moment that she had not wished to be seen, she watched the duel intently, and the chickadee flew up to rest in a bare tree while Kelet’s fingers came to rest upon the moss and she rose up slightly.
Twisting, and whirling, and footwork afleet.blade raised to the level of the eye and the opponent’s blade was brought down in swift revelry against the dirt. The opposer dropped it, hands lifting in the sight of surrender. Adanedhel’s back was squared to her and her eyes flecked over him, watching unblinking, as her lips were not quite smiling, but tilting as if they meant to.
Kelet let out the breath she had been holding, and that was when she caught sight of the far sided watchers, elves who had been observing technique. Tawny haired Meludir stood aside the others, but his attention to had gone past the duel and his soft eyes were caught upon her own. Kelet nearly gasped, stiff as a hare caught in the eyes of predator, to see that her friend had noticed her watching.
She had been trying not to watch for nigh on a month since the evening she had drawn herself away from Adanedhel’s chambers, but temptation had struck this day, and she thought she might simply look upon him. The training grounds were safe, for there were many surveyors and she could watch him move as he were occupied. She had seen Adanedhel elsewhere in the Elvenking’s Halls, meeting his eyes time and again, they had been a dance of blue and grey and his questioning glance and attempted slow approaches, before she would break and flit, and after the first time, he had let her go unhindered. Barely a word shared between but each other’s names.
Now Meludir had seen her watching, and Kelet had shifted back around the other side of the tree and sighed, as mentally she could see the approach of him in her mind. Her grey dress caught against the rugged bark, and she rubbed at her scarred wrists; silent, for she had left her silver bells within Adan’s chambers. Kelet closed her eyes at the faint sound of crunching leaves beneath swift feet.