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Myra dropped her empty pack on the ground and staggered over to the lake and dropped to her knees. She hadn't had a drink of water in days, and being a fire elemental made thirst so much worse. Even fire has to have the fuel of life, it turns out. She drank handful after handful, eventually puking it back up. After that, she paced herself. After ten minutes or so, she laid back and wished she had her bow so she could hunt. She had lost it running from a pack of rabid werewolves a few nights ago. For some reason, the more mature and experienced werewolves hadn't helped at all in the transformation.
"Well, this is turning out fucking great..." She muttered to herself.
Post by Jordan Hielo on Jun 10, 2012 14:19:35 GMT -5
Jordan had gone out hunting for his shop, like usual, and decided to go fishing. He began his journey to the lake, and finally stopped at the edge of it. He pulled out a net, just to catch some small fish, when he spotted someone. A girl. She looked a bit ill, and he frowned. Jordan packed up his things and walked over to her. Once he got there, he quietly asked, "Are you alright miss? You do not look so well."
The first thing she noticed was the jacket. An ice elemental. A friend. Still, Myra was startled at his sudden appearance. She jumped up and scooted away. Her eyes were as wide as her clothing was tattered. She said nothing, but instead just shook a bit, scared. She swore to herself, knowing she should be more confident and that she should learn how to use her powers to fight.
Post by Jordan Hielo on Jun 10, 2012 14:27:38 GMT -5
"Oh! My dear, I apologize, I do not mean to scare you..." Jordan frowned with his eyebrows creasing upwards, and got down on one knee. "I'm not going to hurt you...i just need to know that you're alright...is everything okay?" Jordan was clearly noticeably an ice elemental, but she did not really show herself off as an elemental. So, Jordan did not really notice.
Myra squeaked and let off a bit of fire from her fingertips. "Shit!" She exclaimed. Then she looked closer at the boy. He looked a bit weak, but that was always deceiving when it came to elementals. "I- I'm fine, I think." She said, still startled.
Post by Jordan Hielo on Jun 10, 2012 14:43:57 GMT -5
"Oh my goodness! Really my friend, there is no need for that, I am just as much a person as you are! I am guessing you are an elemental as well?" Jordan laughed, embarrassed.
"Of a sort, yes. But where I am from we are taught to show great respect towards nobles of the ice and metal tribes, especially if we are female and not of nobility ourselves." She said, standing and bowing her head. She really was freakishly tall for a woman, even among elementals.
Post by Jordan Hielo on Jun 10, 2012 14:58:07 GMT -5
"Of course! We shall always recognize each elemental group, none shall ever be forgotten! Besides, all of the nobles are entitled to know that you all still exist," Jordan nodded, smiling kindly. "What is your name, my dear?"
"M-M-Myra." She stuttered. She had been told that her peoples were most likely forgotten to the sands of time. It seemed likely. This elemental was so nice, unlike some from other tribes.