I open my eyes and stare at the roof of yet another tent, but this one is clearly elven made, patched together in different coloured fabrics. I roll to find Circe but she has yet to wake; it’s been two days and Zachary has been seething thinking of how we can Triss back and either kill or capture Tara well that is what he wants. I stand and go to get my clothes on; I have been patched up and I am sore but I can engage in combat whereas both my lover and my brother cannot but I am sure that Zachary will want to, but then again you’ll probably do anything for the one that you love; I know that I would. I gather my clothing and put them on me, they are elf clothes and really comfortable. Their blacksmiths are making armour for us. I walk out and feel the cold winter breeze upon my face, the snow crutches underneath my feet and everyone is stood around. Unlike any other elves, the Tiber clan seem to sympathise with those in need, like most people should.
“Ah Avenji, thank Morrighan that you should wake at this time.” I look to the keeper’s first, a lovely young girl with fair hair tied in a bun; a tattoo upon her face in the shape of a tree, the trunk following her slender nose and the leaves stretching out across her forehead.
“Time for what?”
“Hali’shan… you humans would call it Frostfall.” I laugh and walk with her,
“That isn’t until two weeks.” She nods and guides me further,
“Indeed mister Arkness but the winds favour the elves and our festive of winter’s end comes today, will you dine with us?” I smile and nod. The elves are all sat on benches next to fire; I would say there is only around about fifty to a hundred elves in this campsite. Many fires are lit and many elves are sat around them, my brother is sat with the keeper and this is where I am also.
“Are you alright brother?” I look over to him and nod,
“Aye, I am are you?” He responds with a wince and a laugh, holding onto his side.
“Getting stabbed is not fun, but I don’t think being shot with two arrows would be fun either.” He laughs again
“I believe the werewolf took the brunt of that… how is Circe?” I ask Keeper Zaitheria,
“You’d best ask healer Hustill but I hear she is doing fine.”
“May I have leave to see her?” The Keeper looks at me and nods allowing me to leave before I have even sat, “I shall be back soon, Zachary.”
“Do not worry about me; I have ale and food… I’ll be fine.” He says with such distain and defeated words, lost in his own thoughts.
I walk to the healer like I always do; she has light brown hair and tattoos upon her face, elven design going around her right eye, her eyes are brown and her physique is similar to Circe’s. The sun is high in the sky and yet the elves begin to get drunk. I walk into the healer’s tent and see Hustill tending to the wounded; Circe lies still asleep upon a bedroll,
“Oh hello Ser Arkness, how are you this lovely Hali’shan?”
“Tell me how my love is?” The healer smiles and continues with her patient, this man looks to have been set ablaze her skin charred and blistered.
“She is fine… her halfling blood shall make this slumber short.” I look to her and see her hair tucked behind her ears, oddly shaped for a humans yes but leaf shaped like an elf… how could I have not noticed her ears?
