"A bit is generous," he said with a laugh. The Keeper seemed to be enjoying herself as she listened to them speak, hearing about Bramen's adventures out in the shem world. Meallan seemed interested in hearing more as well, even though Bramen assured his brother he would want nothing to do with it. Being with the clan was more much more peaceful than being out in the open world. Living among humans, dwarves and city elves was a bit odd but he'd grown used to it - though he'd trade it all to be back here if he could.
But there were things in the human world he simply couldn't leave behind. Dorian in particular.
The night carried on, many of the clan gathering around, asking Dorian questions about Bramen, about the Inquisition, about the world he came from. They limited their interaction with humans with just cause - but to have one in their camp was a strange and fascinating thing. Everyone seemed to want to ask Dorian things, some of the younger elves were incredibly curious about the man's moustache, one little elven girl daring to try and touch it before her father grabbed her around the middle and picked her up, apologising profusely.
One of the elders rose up and began to tell a story, speaking all in complex Elvhen - though Dorian picked up a few words. Fen'Harel, Sylaise and June, names of their gods. Bramen moved in closer, whispering an interpretation to Dorian as the elder moved animatedly before the fire.
"He's telling the tale of when Sylaise created fire," he murmured, close to Dorian's ear, "When June took her gift and used it to forge remarkable things, creating our first daggers and bows. As he revelled in his talent, he made Elgar'nan a sword of silverite, the hilt made from the bones of a wolf. It's said with Sylaise's magic, he was able to melt the bones like metal, mould and polish it all the same. A gift for the All Father, a request for his blessing. Fen'Harel stole it before June could present it - and the story says when June found him, the Forgotten Ones had accosted the wolf and shattered the blade out of spite."
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Date: 2015-02-28 05:00 pm (UTC)But there were things in the human world he simply couldn't leave behind. Dorian in particular.
The night carried on, many of the clan gathering around, asking Dorian questions about Bramen, about the Inquisition, about the world he came from. They limited their interaction with humans with just cause - but to have one in their camp was a strange and fascinating thing. Everyone seemed to want to ask Dorian things, some of the younger elves were incredibly curious about the man's moustache, one little elven girl daring to try and touch it before her father grabbed her around the middle and picked her up, apologising profusely.
One of the elders rose up and began to tell a story, speaking all in complex Elvhen - though Dorian picked up a few words. Fen'Harel, Sylaise and June, names of their gods. Bramen moved in closer, whispering an interpretation to Dorian as the elder moved animatedly before the fire.
"He's telling the tale of when Sylaise created fire," he murmured, close to Dorian's ear, "When June took her gift and used it to forge remarkable things, creating our first daggers and bows. As he revelled in his talent, he made Elgar'nan a sword of silverite, the hilt made from the bones of a wolf. It's said with Sylaise's magic, he was able to melt the bones like metal, mould and polish it all the same. A gift for the All Father, a request for his blessing. Fen'Harel stole it before June could present it - and the story says when June found him, the Forgotten Ones had accosted the wolf and shattered the blade out of spite."