#alamondar

[singerofmilil]

♉ Alamondar

I’m so happy you have no idea, what you’re getting yourself into…

[singerofmilil]

§ All three of them. Because why not. :P

Vilkas:  “Trust, knowledge and paranoia.”

Balithor: “Admiration, help… and warmth. A lot of warmth.”

Alamondar: “Cruelty, plans, payment.”

[fallenfiantha]

Changes (For Alamondar)

Despite the severity of her recent injuries, the ache in her muscles from the day’s work, and the comfort of her childhood home, Fiantha was too restless to sleep. She’d been in Hightcliff or almost a tenday now. Her father had been delighted to see her – if concerned over her condition – and it had been... good to see him again. Highcliff was rebuilding, and there was much she could do to help; if the people knew of her Fall, they also remembered her as the same child who’d chased their chickens, and they were kind.

Nevertheless, there was a tension in her that would not be eased. Perhaps she should have insisted on travelling with Balithor? Perhaps she should have gone north? Perhaps it was only that she felt like a coward, hiding at her father’s farm... in any case, whatever the case of her disquiet, it would not be easily dispelled.

So she did as she’d always done as a child, and padded out of her room and downstairs on bare feet to take an apple from the kitchen. Then, moving quietly, she left the house and crossed the paddock. The cloudy night presented no difficulty in finding her way; she’d gone this way so often that it was almost like a dance. The big rock there, the gap in the fence there (not as easy to squeeze through, now that she was no longer a child) and then to the ancient oak tree.

It had always been her place, as a child. She’d spent hours in its branches, playing with Shandra, or thinking by herself, daydreaming of the glorious day she’d be one of Chauntea’s paladins. The lower branches were worn smooth, and she climbed it nimbly, without needing to think about it. Up to her favourite thick fork... she’d used to keep a cushion here... with her back against the trunk, Fiantha closed her eyes and sighed.

[blue-skinned-druid]

@Alamondar: Drow in the Neverwinter Ball

Legode walked through the party going around her, quick to greet those who spoke to her, and asked where she was from, but rather nervous when they asked about what her home was like. Remembering quite well that most people weren't as tolerant of drow, or even half drow, as the wood elves in Riftwood (though even then that tolerance was rather strained at times), she had to do her best to avoid bringing up that little detail at all. Mainly because she didn't want to get kicked out of Neverwinter due to being a halfbreed.

Eventually, she made her way out of the main hall and into a part of the castle she could have a moment to herself. As she rested against the wall, she sighed and ran her fingers through her hair.

"I really should try to relax..." she said to herself, "Not like anyone's going to bring out torches and farm tools the moment they see a drow... or half drow anyway."