Liliania Sunsong
Liliania sat down against the wall of the cave, watching where he laid unconscious. He was stable now, but that doesn’t mean the wound can get infected at any time. It was the type of wound she would have rather used the Light to heal as well, but of course she can’t. Not as long as the shadow markings on him were still there.
The sound of rustling and a growl took her attention from him from a moment. She grabbed her staff and tensed, until she saw who made the nose. Leo poked his lion-like face in the cavern and looked at her. Then she gave a sigh of relief, relaxing a bit. She got up and walked to the front of the cave where her wevryn, had just landed. She scratched behind his ears and made him move in side. She watched the outside world for a moment, to make sure her wyvern did not attract unwanted attention. Only when she was satisfied that she was not going to be attack did she turn her attention back to the wyvern.
“She’s not going to like that you’re here,” She murmured quietly to her wyvern, as she started to unload his burdens, the supplies she packed on him earlier but never took off, “But then, he’s not going to like that I’m here, so we’re all in good company I guess.”
The supplies Leo carried did come in handy thought. Maybe she can use that as a defense when the girl comes back and yells at her for Leo being here. She put an extra blanket over him, making sure he was staying warm. She took the bag of food supplied and started cooking on of the few things she actually knew how to cook, soup.
Leo, no longer burdened with the bags or his sattle settled down, and watched his mistress calmly. He was an old wyvern, he no longer flew very fast, and he rather sleeps then hunts or fight, but his instincts were still good. Liliania took comfort in the fact that he was here, should trouble arrive, and he would know it sooner than she would.
Once the soup was started, Liliania went through her supplies and pulled out the jar of crickets. She smiled to see them, and watched them closely to be sure they were alive. Satisfied that the cold outside didn’t kill them, before she allows him to send her away, she’ll be sure to give it to him. She set the jar close to the fire to ward off the cold from the insects, and then pulled out her journal.
She settles back down, with her journal in her lap, she passes the time by writing, glancing up every once in a while at the entrance, or at him.
I had told Dhel’renth, when I went to him, that I did not know what to expect when I found him. After all, this was Nylian we are talking about, expecting something would just leave room for something to surprise you. Yet I was still caught surprised. Not by the assassins in the white leather, hidden in the snow, but to be rescued by a human girl.
I never caught her name, I asked but she refused to answer. She moves like him, she talks a bit like him too. She knows more about the strange shadow markings on his chest then I do, and she tried her best to keep him alive. I wonder what the story is behind there. I’m not surprised that he is getting along with a human. He is still a quel’dorei. I’m more surprised that she’s here at all. Unless she’s like me, and refused to be cut out his life. Maybe she too tracked him down to make sure he’s alright. Saving his life.
There will be time enough to get answers to satisfy my curiosity, if I get sent packing as soon as he wakes up. Considering how I was almost attacked by what is after him, I won’t blame him when he does. Still, I’m glad I came regardless. I don’t think he would have lived another day in his condition.
It’s a rather scary thought. I knew he has talked about how he was hunted, but I never thought he could be caught. He always has the air of certainty. He’s a man with deadly instincts. If there was anyone to survive anything, it would be him. So for him to be caught like this… I suppose that not even he has eyes in the back of the head.
It looks like I won’t return to the academy just yet. Not until he gains consciousness at the very least. I wonder what trouble is happening over there now. The school will still be standing, but I bet there are at least two adults running around crazy, something exploding, and three of my kids getting into mischief.
She smiles at the thought, and then her face sobers as she looks at the unconscious man. She closed her journal, putting it away, not wanting to write down any more thoughts, as they begin to haunt her.
