A Second Chance

[Amerylis]

Kaala, Nyx and herself had arrived in Surda a week after they were almost discovered by the Ra'zac. After stopping only minutes at a time each day. Arsen found it extremely tough to carry two people at once, so Mirror obliged by carrying her when Arsen was to weak.

Amerylis demanded to see the Elders that day ,even though there was an important trial going on about an hour later. She picketed Arsen in the stables then headed to the Council of Elders.

The room was a mess. From what she could gather from the soldiers there had been spell that had gone awry and a dragon and his rider had had crashed to their deaths. A few columns were still on the ground and debris covered the floor. The only way one could see the floor was from the footprints that were left by visitors long gone. Pieces of the ceiling were still below a gaping hole above her. Bloodstains were still visible on the floor, even though it was apparent the the servants had worked fervently to clean them. Obviously with no luck.

As Amerylis made her way around the debris to the middle of the room, she scanned the Elders. They seemed displeased that she had requested their services in such an untimely manner. She held each of their gazes for a few long moments. She was unaware if Kaala or Nyx had followed her.

For 45 minutes she had argued with the Elders, trying to tell them the story of her battles with the soldiers, as well as convince them to send soldiers back to Du Weldenvarden. Finally after an hour the Elders, obviously annoyed held up their hand to stop her. The listened carefully to the footsteps in the hall. All was quiet then sudenly...

[Gildor]

SLAM!

The one remaining door to the Varden's ruined Council room crashed open so suddenly and vigorously it caused a piece of the half-repaired ceiling to crumble down. Whether the Council was completely finished with Elvish ladies or not didn't seem to matter to the soldier who just rushed in. Breathless, he pushed his way past them, hastily kneeled before the Council and quickly stated, "M'lords and Ladies, the prisoner Gildor Helyanwë regained consciousness a little more than an hour ago."

Gildor Helyanwë. The first name didn't seem to come from any particular origin, but the last name was clearly Elvish. Since when were the Varden keeping Elves captive?

The messenger soldier continued, "He has been informed of his crimes and will be brought here for judgement as soon as the Council wishes to receive him."

"Then send him at once!" One of the Elders exclaimed, pounding a meaty fist on the curved stone table before him. "The sooner that scheming scoundrel's trial is over, the better!" He received nods of approval from his fellow Elders at this. They seemed to have forgotten their current meeting at the mention of the prisoner entirely.

Apparently their decision to see the prisoner right away had been anticipated, for no sooner did the Elder ask to see him did two more soldiers enter the room. Sure enough they were dragging a prisoner with them, and sure enough he was Elvish, with unusually tan skin and thin, grey, wispy hair. He was badly injured with what appeared to be a broken shoulder, gashed leg, and bloody lip and forehead. His wounds had been crudely bandaged, but no real attempt at healing them seemed to have been made. The soldiers dragging him in didn't appear to care either, for they shackled his wrists in irons and dumped him on the floor before the Council as carelessly as a little girl would a rag-doll.

For a moment the Elvish prisoner lay there in a crumpled heap, panting lightly. He then let out a long, shuttered breath and pushed himself up to his knees, muttering something in the ancient language as he did...

"<Accident... it was an... a-accident...>"

The Elders did not appear to be in any mood for excuses.

[Amerylis]

Amerylis moved out of the way as the soldiers advanced twards the middle of the room. She watched as they dropped him on the ground, among the debris. With a gawking expression, she watched as the Elders scrutinised the elf. She crossed her arms wondering what he had done that had caused him to be held captive in the broken building. It had not hit her that he could have possibly causd the mess which he was not sitting in.

Why hadn't they healed him? Surly they don't treat ever prisoner that way. She took a few steps back and tripped over one of the rocks that littered the ground. With a shriek she fell back, cluching onto Kaala's sleeve for support. She pulled the other girl down with her.

After being dazed for a few seconds, she realised that she and Kaala were intwined on the floor. Her arm was bleeding, the cut was covered in dirt. With a simple spell she cleaned and healed the cut.

The Elders didn't seem to notice her, but still looked down on the male elf. "Gildor Helyanwë, are you aware of the crime... excuse me CRIMES you have commited?"he asked. Without waiting for an awnser he pulled out a scrool and becan to read off of it. "You are responsible for destroying public property and the death of our most precious allies, Raven and his dragon. Do you agree that these are the crimes you commited?He asked, this time looking down to Gildor

[Gildor]

Gildor winced slightly, not from the pain in his shoulder or leg, but from the tone of voice with which the Elder spoke. He knew his chances of getting out of this situation alive were slim.

"Yes sir... I am aware," he answered, his voice unwavering this time. It was still faint and weak with pain and fatigue. "I killed Rider Raven and his nameless mount by crashing them through the Council's roof... On accident-"

"On accident?!" one of the two lady Elders thundered, hardly able to restrain herself from screaming at the top of her lungs, "You call this an accident?! From what we understand, you were uncomfortable with flying with them and so forced them to crash with your use of magic! This can hardly be an accident!"

"I did not force them to crash, merely to descend, but-"

But he was interrupted again by the larger of the Elders, "But you crashed! And here of all places! The very symbol of Varden authority!" The man had a habit of pounding his big fists on the table for emphasis in his words. "I knew allowing an Elf with a mind like yours to join the Varden would be trouble! We cannot trust someone we cannot understand!"

"If you would... would please just listen to the whole story-"

"We have already listened enough, Mr. Helyanwë, and have already discussed your punishment."

[Amerylis]

Amerylis's eyes widened as she took in all this information. She knew what his punishment would be. She took a few steps forward. "Wait." She said her voice thundering through the hall. "He shouldn't be killed. his actions were wreckless, at best, but what if he were given a second chance. To redeme himself." She imidiatly regretted saying this. I-i can go with him. Monitor his sanity. See that he doesn't run off. You can pick the mission, and I will follow through with it. No matter the cost."

She motioned for Kaala and Nyx to back her up. her heart pounded in her chest. She carefully prodded at Gildor's mind, hoping he would let her in. She needed to tell him that he would be okay in her hands.

[Kaala]

Kaala had watched in silence as the prisoner was brought in and only slightly winced as she was drug to the floor. She stood and listened, eyes narrowing at the elders in anger. 'How dare they!' she thought. 'This man has said even in the ancient language that it was an accident, how could they doubt that?'

She strode with purpose over to the soldiers who had brought the elf. She brushed them out of her way and when they tried to say something, she did nothing more than glare at them as she took their place

With that she stood, turning to the council. "I ask you now, how many of you know that in the ancient language there are no lies?" she asked, her voice loud in the now still air.

"You say this man is guilty, yet I say he is innocent. How do you not know this man was forced upon the nameless dragons back. If done so, would the spell not have counted more as self-defense than murder? What would you do if you were blind and suddenly picked up by something you could not see, by a rider you did not truly know?" She reached down and brushed her fingertips against his palm before taking his hand, urging him to rise.

[Gildor]

Gildor jumped when another voice called out somewhere behind him. He had been heavily drugged while being contained, and could barely remember the right words he needed to be able to sense his surroundings. The voice was true and feminine; clearly that of a lady Elf...

"Wait... He shouldn't be killed. His actions were reckless at best, but what if he were given a second chance? To redeem himself... I-I can go with him. Monitor his sanity. See that he doesn't run off. You can pick the mission, and I will follow through with it no matter the cost."

Had Gildor been in a better emotional and physical state, he probably would have laughed at that. This was clearly a young Elf who may have heard rumors of him and his infamous wavering sanity. Gildor didn't believe he was crazy, of course, but everyone else sure seemed to. The fact that he was considered insane was not, however, what the Elder meant when he mentioned not being able to understand, "a mind like his." The second girl who spoke up behind him seemed to understand, though, and by the sound of her voice she too was of Elvish decent, and perhaps older than the first.

"I as you now, how many of you know that in the ancient language there are no lies? You say this man is guilty, yet I say he is innocent. How do you not know this man was forced upon the nameless dragon's back? If so, the spell would have been counted more as self-defence than murder. What would you do if you were blind and suddenly picked up by something you could not see, by a Rider you did not truly know?"

He jumped again as soft fingertips brushed against his palm, then grasped at his hand in an attempt to help pull him up. He hesitated a moment before accepting the help and slowly got to his feet, swaying slightly on his injured leg. "<Thank you>" he murmured to the both of them in the Ancient Language, though his tone was flat and demoralized...

The Council did not seem pleased with his small sign of strength, let alone the ladies' words. They started with the younger Elf first.

"You should know, Miss Liduen, that we had no intention of killing Mr. Helyanwë. Your laws forbid us to kill one of your kind without Royal approval," the second of the two of the female Elders stated as-a-matter-of-factly. "Instead, we were set on banishing him to Du Weldenvarden to allow your people to decide his fate...

However, you have brought something of interest to light. Both of you." Her eyes lingered on Kaala for a moment, though they were not kind. Being an older member of the Varden and one of their Riders, she must have had more influence on the Council than Amerylis did at the moment, and while they acknowledged it, they didn't seem to like it.

"We are aware that no lies can be spoken within the Ancient Language. Forgive us; we were not aware of what Mr. Helyanwë said when he first entered the chamber..."

Or what's left of it, you old hag. Gildor thought, unable to stop his own mind from being sadistic at such a dire time.

"...Miss Liduen, I believe there may be a way for Mr. Helyanwë to redeem himself in the eyes of the Varden."

Another Elder spoke up in outrage at this. "How?! He's already done enough damage working for us! Why should we want him back?"

"Because despite his dire mishap, we cannot deny the good things he did for the Varden before... And because he may be able to recover the last missing dragon egg."

[Amerylis]

Amerylis went wide-eyed. Then a large grin spread over her face. The anger she felt twards the Elders for making her feel inferier was wiped way. She walked over to Gildor and stood on the other side of him. She then realised just how tall he was compared to her. she also realised he didn't look as most elves did. His appearence seemed to be untampered with. An untainted beau-. She stopped herself at that thought. She turned a bit red around the cheeks then turned her attention back to the Elders.

She held her head high and stared them down. With a hint of confidence in her voice she said , "Mission accepted." She of all people couldn't wait to prove herself in the eyes of the the Queen and the Elders. She wanted nothing more that to prove them wrong. Plus she could never turn down a challege.

The Elders looked down at her with a bewildered expression. She imagined how funny the three of them looked. A strong even woman beside a broken elvan man, both of them who made her look small.She struggled to hold her confidence after that, feeling weak.

One of the Elders shrugged. "I have nothing more to say to you then Mr. Helyanwë. You may all leave." He flicked his hand , as if swatting a fly. the same soldiers came in and escorted them out. She allowed Gildor to lean on her shoulder for support.

[Kaala]

"I have nothing more to say to you then Mr. Helyanwë. You may all leave."

She sighed at those words, her shoulders seeming to have a weight lifted. "Come, we must leave." With that said the soldiers escorted them out, glaring at her the whole time. After so long, she became weary of it. "If you have a problem, I can always call my dragon. I'm sure you'd love to deal with him." she snapped at them, her eyes daring them to retort. She watched as the men scampered away, leaving them to escort themselves out.

"Thank Islanzadi." she murmured. She turned her head to look at the male elf beside her, taking note of his handsome features. Not all elves were as beautiful as the creature between them "So, Gildor is it? I heard your name spoken in Ellesmera during my stay about a year ago. They say you are on the brink of insanity. I don't suppose that is truly the case?" She asked, her voice tenged with slight amusement. She took note of his leg and shoulder, deaming them more serious than his lip and head, though the head would need to be healed soon. Her voice turned to a more serious tone. "We must treat these wounds soon, Gildor-elda, or there will not be much of you left." She said, using formal language to refer to his higher stature.

[Gildor]

Find the last dragon egg? Right. Lovely. I think I would have rather been banished. Those jerks. Find the last dragon egg...

Gildor didn't have to be able to sense his surroundings to know half the Elders were grinning and smirking at him. He knew as well as they did that this mission would be a thousand times more difficult than finding a needle in a haystack, and that they were assigning it to him both as punishment and to get rid of him for a good long time. And of course there would be no payment in this, but Gildor understood that that was part of the punishment.

"I have nothing more to say to you then, Mr. Helyanwë. You may all leave."

He had to bite his tongue to keep himself from muttering a bitter, "finally," when the shackles were removed from his wrists. Much to his relief, one of the guards placed his old wooden staff back in his hand as they escorted everyone out. He would have raised hell if anything happened to it. Besides, he was in need of a crutch besides the younger Elf beside him. He couldn't very well lean on her with his shoulder a painful mess anyway, even though she seemed to insist. He did, however, keep in close contact with her. In fact, after stumbling a bit he found her hand and grasped it lightly.

"Forgive me," he apologized with a weary sort of embarrassment in his voice, "With all the drugs the guards slipped me in prison, I am... Well... I haven't felt this blind since I was a child."

Halfway out, the Elf maiden on his other side said something to the guards, and they left. Gildor missed what it was she told them; his head was getting heavier and his shoulder and leg were beginning to throb more and more with each careful step.

"So, Gildor is it? I heard your name spoken in Ellesméra during my stay about a year ago. They say you are on the brink of insanity. I don't supposed that is truly the case?"

"Of course not," he spat a little too quickly and bitterly for comfort, "They're the loonies. The lot of 'em."

"We must treat these wounds soon, Gildor-elda, or there will not be much of you left."

"Please don't call me that," he snapped even faster despite his tired tone. Clearly he had something against his own kind... Or perhaps he was just in a lot of pain and feeling extremely unhappy. Given his current situation, no one could blame him for that. "The infirmary is two buildings over from here, if I remember. I'm not sure which way, but... If you could lead me there, I would be most grateful."

Although he was good about hiding the amount of pain he was actually in, his voice was becoming fainter and his breath more ragged with every word.

[Kaala]

Kaala sighed as Gildor lifted off of Amerylis and bore most of his weight on his staff. She adjusted herself accordingly and rolled her shoulders a bit stretching out a light kink.

"Of course not," he spat a little too quickly and bitterly for comfort, "They're the loonies. The lot of 'em."

She grinned at his words, and couldn't help but laugh, her hands to busy steadying Gildor to smother it.

"Please don't call me that," he snapped even faster despite his tired tone. Clearly he had something against his own kind... Or perhaps he was just in a lot of pain and feeling extremely unhappy. Given his current situation, no one could blame him for that. "The infirmary is two buildings over from here, if I remember. I'm not sure which way, but... If you could lead me there, I would be most grateful."

She noted his ragged breathing, and frowned. "I am not sure that would be wise in your condition, friend." She told him, her voice taking on a more worried tone, the creases on his face all the proof she needed of his pain.

She looked over at Amerylis and nodded, a grim smile coming to her face as she took in the sight of a carved eagle hanging on a leather thong around the girls neck. "I do not think we would be able to lead you that far without injuring you further. I believe we may have to do the healing here."

[Amerylis]

Amerylis felt his hand brush against hers lightly. Her first reaction was to pull away. FAST. But instead she kept it by her side. There was no harm in that. She tightened her grip on his hand a little, then went back to lightly holding it.

"Forgive me," he apologized with a weary sort of embarrassment in his voice, "With all the drugs the guards slipped me in prison, I am... Well... I haven't felt this blind since I was a child.

Amerylis turned red and turned away so that Kaala did not see. "No harm done. I could deal with those guards later if you wish."She said smirking up at him. For the first time she noticed that he was indeed blind. A audible gasp escaped her mouth.

"They're the loonies. The lot of 'em."


A small smile perched upon her face. She was able to hold back a laugh. "Oh? And why do you say that?" She asked then came to a halt as he began taking ragged breaths. She looked up at him, opening her mouth to speak.

"I do not think I would be able to lead you that far without injuring you further. I believe we may have to do the healing here."

"I agree."She said guiding Gildor to a bench by the wall. She put a hand on his forehead and mumbled a healing spell under her breath. She skin formed back together perfectly, without a hint of a scar.

[Gildor]

Gildor didn't answer the younger Elf's question. She probably wouldn't have liked the answer. Neither of them would have. Now wasn't the time to be making enemies, especially when they were being so kind to him.

Although he was grateful for their kindness, for some strange reason Gildor didn't entirely like it. Normally he loved the company of women... Well, bar tending human women. These were Elvish ladies, probably of very high stature to be here in Surda serving the Varden. Frankly put, he just didn't feel all that comfortable around them yet. Just being around other Elves always put him on edge.

"I am not sure that would be wise in your condition, friend," the older Elf said, "I do not think I would be able to lead you that far without injuring your further. I believe we may have to do the healing here." The younger Elf agreed and lead him in a different direction.

"Really, the infirmary is not that far," he insisted, but she sat him down on a stone bench in the shade before he could protest anymore. He cringed slightly at the sudden touch of her fingertips against the gash in his forehead, but before he knew it the pain there had disappeared. Again, he was thankful for such kindness, but was slightly uncomfortable with all this.

"Please, do not waste so much of your energy on the likes of me," he muttered humbly, and gripped his staff tightly in the hand of his uninjured arm. He felt helpless without the ability to use magic, and given his current circumstances, he felt much like a lowly, murdering criminal.

[Kaala]

Kaala narrowed her eyes at the elf, noticing he did not answer Amerylis’ question. She looked him in the eye as she went over the information she had learned about him. Her eyes widened at the realization of who exactly he was.

“You’re!” She shook her head. “You could have told us you know. It’s not like we would hate you or anything.” she said sarcastically, her eyes drilling angry holes in him. “Hmph. The Ellesmera runaway.” She spat, eyes gleaming in the light. “Sometimes elves disgust me. If I had a home to go back to I would be there now. Instead, my parents are dead, buried in a remote cemetery where no one will ever be able to mourn them.”

She snarled and knelt in front of him, forcing magic into her hands. She muttered a spell under her breath and rose as his leg knit back together, the wound disappearing as though it never existed. She placed her hands on his shoulder and did the same, the magic in her hand giving off a pale green glow. “I’d be careful about that shoulder if I were you.” She told him, walking over to a window and opening it. “It will be fragile for awhile, so don’t over do it.”
Turning to face the setting sun she called with her mind. “Mirror! I need you here so we can be alone to think for awhile, just you and me.” She watched as his lithe form dove from the clouds.

“Where are you?” he asked, ignoring the looks he was getting from below. He landed in the courtyard and began looking around. With that, Kaala hopped out of the window and landed lightly on the ground.

A few moments later loud wing beats were heard as Mirror took off, his form momentarily blocking out the sun before turning north and flying away.

[Gildor]

Gildor raised a single brow as the older Elf suddenly went off on a rant.

"You're! ...You could have told us, you know It's not like we would hate you or anything... Hmph. The Ellesméra runaway."

"Oh, so I'm still known for that, eh? That's in'tresting. What, do Elvish mothers warn their children not to be like me or-?"

"Sometimes Elves disgust me."

"Same here, love, but I don't think you quite understa-"

"If I had a home to go back to I would be there now. Instead, my parents are dead, buried in a remote cemetery where no one will ever be able to mourn for them."

With that, she grumpily healed his leg and arm and gave him some final, bitter orders about not overexerting his shoulder for a while. She then disappeared from what little awareness Gildor had of his surroundings. He took note of the sound of large, beating wings in the distance. Not more Riders... he was so tired of Riders. They were so sensitive. If she was looking for sympathy, she wouldn't find it in him. And she knew nothing of the reasons as to why he chose to run, so she had acted quite immaturely.

"That woman has obviously never met my mother," Gildor stated, his voice still a bit weak and ragged. He felt enormously better, though, now that the pain in his arm and shoulder and thigh were gone. His shoulder still ached a little, but it was nothing compared to what it was only moments ago. After stretching it gingerly, he planted his staff on the ground and hoisted himself up, muttering a low, "I love her dearly, but... Heh... And people call me crazy..." still referring to his mother.

However, almost as soon as Gildor stood, he felt his mind spin out of control.

One hand flew to his forehead while the other tried to grip his staff to support his weight, but a wave of dehydrated exhaustion suddenly hit him and caused him to falter. His staff slipped through his trembling fingers, and with a clatter it fell to the dusty ground. The last thing he felt other than a sickening dizziness and a numb tingling sensation in his limbs was someone's arms catching him before he hit the floor. The last thing he heard was someone gasping and calling his name, but it sounded faint and distant. His forehead felt hot under his messy hair and his rapid breathing began to slow down as he lost the last of what little awareness he had and slipped into a deep, peaceful, quite sudden unconsciousness.

[Amerylis]

“You’re!” She shook her head. “You could have told us you know. It’s not like we would hate you or anything. Hmph. The Ellesmera runaway. Sometimes elves disgust me. If I had a home to go back to I would be there now. Instead, my parents are dead, buried in a remote cemetery where no one will ever be able to mourn them.”

Amerylis's eyes widened. In their weeks of being together she had never seen Kaala so angry. She watched in amazement as the older elf healed Gildor quickly then went over to the window. Oh gods... She thought already anticipating her next move. 5.... 4.... 3... 2... The feint sound of wings beating filled her mind... 1. It was getting louder.

Amerylis reached out to grab Kaala's arm as she jumped down to greet her dragon. Kaala's hand slipped through her fingers. She looked out the window as Kaala safely reached the ground. With an annoyed sigh, she turned back to Gildor. "What the hell was tha-"

"That woman has obviously never met my mother. I love her dearly, but... Heh... And people call me crazy..."

Amerylis couldn’t help but laugh. She returned to his side and watched as he began to stand up. "That wouldn’t be wise you migh-" She watched as he swayed slightly. Knowing what was about to happen, she reached out and grabbing his arm, much stronger than when she had grabbed Kaala's. She gasped as his weight hit her, nearly pulling them both down. "Gildor!" She called to him , trying to coax him back to consciousness.

Amerylis lowered him to the ground. She took off her red traveling cape and placed it under his head. She pushed his hair up and felt his forehead. It was burning. She quickly pulled out her waterskin and muttered a quick cooling spell. She opened his mouth slightly and poured a bit of the water in his mouth. She then put the cold waterskin to his forehead. She put a finger in front of his mouth to check his breathing. After realizing that it was fine ,she put her head to his chest. His heartbeat had not dropped too drastically, after all he was just in a deep sleep.

A few soldiers walked by. They stopped and looked down at Gildor."You two. Carry him off to a room. And hurry. This heat isn't doing him any good." The soldiers obliged reluctantly, obviously not enjoying taking orders from a woman. Amerylis reached down and grabbed her cloak. She stood up and took a few steps then turned as her feet brushed over a long wooden object. She smirked and picked up the staff Gildor had dropped. How did I not see that? Is he the blind one or is it I?

When they arrived in the room, Amerylis shooed the soldiers. They layed Gildor on the bed then hurried out. Amerylis walked over to the bed and sat down beside Gildor. She put a hand on his and waited. Every now and then she poured more water into his mouth.

After about 30 minutes of sitting there ,she reached out in her mind and sent images of what had happened to Kaala. Even with a dragon they wouldn't be here for a while.

[Kaala]

Kaala took a deep breath as the wind rushed past her. "I don't know what to do anymore. I feel like a stranger even to myself these days." She said, speaking more to herself than to him, her voice pained. "I feel as though everything that should be right, is going wrong." She shook her head, grasping one of Mirror's spikes.

"Not every thing in the world can be right, Kaala. But even when everything is wrong, I will still be here. I need you as much as you need me. We are each others strength in these hard times ahead. I have heard news that there is to be another battle." She heard him snort before falling deep into thought. Her thoughts dragged her back to the time when she met Tristan in the Hadrac Desert.

"That seems like it was so long ago." she muttered under her breath. She shook her head as her thoughts fast forwarded to the time where she was captured by Ashteth. She let a grim smile come to her lips at the thought. "I seem to have grown much, yet at the same time, not nearly enough..."
"You have grown, little one. You have become much more than what was expected of you." Mirror's thought brought a weary smile to the front. Abruptly her thoughts were interrupted by Amerylis sending images of her and Gildor. She took in the site of Gildor fainting and being taken to a room in the infirmary. With a muttered curse she took up Mirror's reins.

"We have to go back." She told him, her voice sounding torn. Mirror began to turn and instead started hovering.

"Why do you have to go back?" he asked, knowing that it wasn't him that needed to know. "Why do you have to go help someone you don't even know. Do you have to? Or is it just because you feel obligated?"

Kaala shook her head as her thoughts began to swirl and doubts filled her mind. With another firm shake, her head cleared. "Dammit! Don't play mind games with me, Mirror. This is something I have to do. I can't just let my anger at the past hurt people anymore." She told him. "I'm tired of placing the blame of my parents death on others. I can't run from this!"

At those thoughts Mirror turned rapidly and shot off, heading south to Surda. About twenty minutes later, Mirror decended into the courtyard. Before he could even land properly, she had jumped off, her figure dissappering into the Infirmary. "Go, I'll see you later." She told him, her voice calm. She went to the desk and spoke to the nurse, asking for Gildor's room. After getting directions, she made her way there, stopping outside the door. She grasped the handle and turned it, walking inside the room to see Gildor lying on a bed still unconscious. She to in the site of Amerylis sitting in a chair next to the bed. "How is he?"

[Amerylis]

Amerylis looked up as she heard voices outside. She quickly got up from the bed and slid into a chair near by. Kaala burst through the door a few seconds later. She looked up at her innocently. "How is he?"

"Oh uhm. He's fine. I think it was the heat and the drugs they gave him. " She said looking around the stuffy room. She didn't know why she was so embarrased that Kaala had almost caught her, even though there was nothing going on. She ran her hand through her hair. "Do you have all your things packed? I want to head off tonight. Given that he is awake." She said sitting up in the chair.

[Gildor]

Another half-hour passed before Gildor began showing any signs of life other than peaceful breathing. His brows furrowed and he tosses his head lightly in his sleep, either trying to wake up or fighting to stay asleep. He looked like an insomniac who had finally found some peace. The black marks around the slightly wrinkled skin under his eyes certainly gave that away. Now that his wounds were healed, it seemed as though his body was trying to fight off the magic-blocking drugs in his bloodstream by forcing him to rest. However, being the insomniac he clearly was, an hour's rest was all he could handle at a time.

The sound of a door opening and soft voices was what finally roused him from his slumber. He finally let out a long sigh and pulled his hand away from Amerylis's to rub his forehead and eyes. The pain of dehydration that had been there before was fading, and of course his shoulder and leg felt fine. When he tried to grasp the words of the ancient language he needed to work his sensory magic, he found only a few, but they were enough to help him get around for the time being. After mentally casting his spell, Gildor realized he was in a private room, probably in the Aberon's infirmary, lying on a small bed in the center... and that there was someone sitting beside him, and another someone standing behind them. Grunting lightly with the effort, he stiffly pushed himself up on his elbows and then sat up on the bed.

"Who's there? And what... what happened?" he demanded, though not impolitely. There was a short pause before he added, "And is there any mead in here?"

[Amerylis]

Amerylis looked back down at Gildor. She looked back to Kaala with a broad smile. Looks like we will leave tonight. She thought. She put her hand to his brow. "Your still a bit warm." She mumble, taking her hand off his forehead. She Leaned back in the chair again.

"Who's there? And what... what happened?

She furrowed her brow. She reached out and touched his hand. "I am Amerylis Lideun of Ellesmera. Can you tell me how much you remember before you passed out? I think I can fill in the blanks afterward." She reached for his staff and layed it on the bed beside him.

"And is there any mead in here?"

Amerylis looked to Kaala in disbelief. She reached for her wineskin behind her and pulled it out. "I have only a wineskin filled with Faelnirv." She handed it to him."But I think it's best if you didn't drink such heavy liquor in your state. I have wine as well. If you must have some." She said, not reaching for the wineskin with Fealnirv in it, for the simple fact that she had no clue how he would react.