forum Medeis {open}

Started June 19, 2019 by @Reblod flag

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Arabella’s unconscious figure began muttering the words, “don’t go… you might not survive..”. Her eyes fluttered open and the first thing she saw was Azriel.

(Oh heck I forgot Azriel doesn't speak Medeian and had to fix it ahaha… ha)
Azriel jumped. What was the girl saying? She moved backwards quickly, muttering apologies.

“Azriel. Stay.” She that the angel didn’t speak Medien but she hoped that she would get the gist.

Azriel stopped, slowly walking closer to the girl. She didn't understand the words but she understood the meaning behind them. She went back to sit next to Arabella, cautiously unfurling her wings and giving them a nervous shake.

Iris glimpsed the exchange out of the corner of her eye but decided to stay out of it. Instead, her eyes locked onto the human girl… she did not look like someone who belonged in Yrna. Softly treading across the cool dungeon, Iris's voice sought out the girl's in Magrifan. "I know we've made such an awesome first impression," she started, approaching her. "But honestly. Why are you here?"

The girl smiles despite her friend's bared teeth.
"I'm a merchant from Senkrei. This was my first time going out on my own." Her smile falls. "Yrna is allied with my home country. I thought it was safe here. We were in some small farming village for trade when soldiers rode in from the east. I tried to tell them but they wouldn't listen. They put us in chains and dragged as here." Her eyes water and she wipes at them with a sleeve. The glint of manacles can be seen in the dim light.

Azriel looked at the newcomers again, her heart aching for them. Sure, the exact same thing had happened to her, but she was over 300 years old. She could handle it.

Arabella pulled out her dagger from the belt on her tunic and began to carve a rough picture into the stone walls. The picture was of an Angel and a human. You could tell they were friends. She wrote a question mark and turned to Azriel, holding out the knife. She wanted to be friends.

Azriel smiled softly at the drawing, nodding to Arabella. I really need to learn Medeian, she thought to herself.

Ignoring the elf, Iris's heart tugs in sympathy. She learned a long time ago that Yrna was never safe. She would've tried to help her break free of the chains, but her power was being significantly affected by the cold cell. In Magrifan, Iris continued, softly now, "And your family?"

Azriel opened her wings again, briefly, and noticed that it seemed to have gotten even colder. She wished she could just encircle the whole room with her wings so that everyone could be warm. Or, better yet, have a power more useful than controlling winds and clouds, something more like fire.

"They never stay in one spot but…they told me to meet them in the capital of Craisio on the first day of the eclipse…in five days. I'm never going to see them again am I?" The tears she has been holding back fall and the elf leans in closer. He makes an attempt to move a hand but the clink of chains stops him. A bitter expression passes over his face.

Cautiously, Azriel stood and walked over to the girl, putting a hand on her shoulder. She desperately wanted to communicate with the girl, but all the was able to do was give her a meaningful look and keep her hand on the girl's arm for comfort. She briefly looked over to Iris, then shook her head.

Bella’s head perked up when she heard the word Craisio. “Craisio? Are you going to Craisio?” Bella spoke I’m her fluent Craision hoping that someone would understand.

Her eyes flitted between the elf and human, wondering if she was drawing conclusions too soon. Either way, the elf would be more inclined to help them if they helped the girl. Iris examined the chains a little closer, trying to find a crack or weakness.

The girl nodded. "Well, I was going," she replied in Craision.

Bella replied, “if you can help us get out of here then I can help you get to Craisio safely.” She clutched her dagger and slid it back into its secretive sheath.

(Good night!)
Iris rustled with the human's chains, figuring she'd rather not release the elf at the moment. She didn't want to overexercise her power, yet determination to free the girl flooded her mind. Testing methods, the Yrnan wedged a small piece of ice into a loop, slowly expanding it to create pressure. It was taxing, though, because Iris also had to fight to keep the ice together instead of shattering. She maintained a firm grip on the ice, slowly expanding, pausing to breathe, and expanding again.
Eventually, Iris was gasping on the rusting floor, pushing away the tightness that gradually bloomed in her chest, followed by numbness. A weak, "Guys… back off," was the only warning before the chain snapped, shards of ice exploding in every direction. Weakly, Iris tried to gather most of the shards away from the others, but she was so, so cold.

Azriel flinched as a shard of ice hit her cheek, drawing blood. She looked over at Iris with concern, and, dropping to the ground, enfolded her in her wings. "You looked cold," she whispered gently.

Her shaking body ricocheted in shivers, and Iris managed to reach a trembling hand to Azriel's cheek. "You look prettier when your face isn't covered," she tiredly said, wiping away the blood. She clearly was not completely aware of the words that spilled from her mouth. Head lulling to the side, Iris fell asleep in Azriel's wings.