Swords and Moonlit Nights [Open]

[Capricorn]

The elf slipped her blade into its sheathe, allowing her fingers to linger on the pommel for a moment before forcing them to move. It was a habit of hers. She couldn't stand it when her sword wasn't close to her, and even then, she preferred for it to be in her hand. However, right now, she didn't want to be even more tempted to hurt Farore. Farore had done better than Auduriel had seen other half-elves do.

When the Dragon Spirit turned around, Auduriel was irritated, but not extremely surprised. She hadn't really expected Farore to leave in the first place, and was prepared to leave herself. The words pleased the elf, and despite how genuine the words seemed, she wasn't quite sure that Farore meant it, or if she was just attempting to get on Auduriel's good side.

"Auduriel." She replied, her voice cold and dismissive. "Glad to know I amused you. You put up a better fight than I expected. Now, if you'd go away, please?"

The elf didn't feel very guilty about sending her opponent away- or trying to.

[Timmir]

((Just so you know. Farore didn't turn around. She only stopped, and with her back turned to Auduriel, said what she said. Sorry if I didn't make that clear.))

Without another word, Farore continued on her way in a calm stride. Once she was sure she was out of Auduriel's hearing range, she gave a tired yawn. "Well this has proven to be an interesting day." She said to herself. "Auduriel? I wonder where she got her rider's sword from. There's not many ways one can get one of those."

As she walked, several ideas came to her head about Auduriel. She then stopped and shook her slightly as she decides against something. "There's no point trying to figure this out now. She would of told me if she wanted me to know. It's not like I'm not keeping secrets of my own." She decided as she headed off to the place she was sleeping at during her stay in Ellesmera.

((I'm guessing this is suppose to be the end of the thread. If so...))

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