Illethiann and Natsanna, a conversation about Narindiel
It was a beautiful evening, when Illethiann was sitting on the edge of the fountain, reading one of his favourite books, an older book, written in old Thalassian. It was quiet and calm, most of the members of his household were inside, eating or preparing themselves for the night. Only Natsanna came out of her room, peering at the sky, as if she was counting the stars, smiling. She hadn’t noticed Illethiann yet, until he started speaking.
I: “Good evening, Miss Sunglance.”
Natsanna blinked, looking towards him, clearly surprised by seeing him there.
N: “Oh, it’s you.”
Illethiann smiled, a smile which, unlike his others, wasn’t a forced one.
I: “Yes it is I. I live here, actually.”
Natsanna blinks, rolling her eyes afterwards with a small smile on her lips.
N: “I know that, I just wasn’t expecting anyone that’s all.”
Illethiann closes his book, offering a seat next to him, smiling.
I: “It was a joke, miss Sunglance. But let us forget about that, hm? It is clear that I lack the humoristic approach in conversations. How are you?”
Natsanna laughs, attempting to punch his shoulder but then stops, remembering the manners Magistrix Silverfire and Windblaze thought her.
N: “I.. am fine, My Lord. I just miss my master.”
I: “I am sure she will return faster than you think, Miss Sunglance. Your master cares a lot about you. All she talks about is you.”
Natsanna looks at him, stunned and surprised.
N: “Does she.. really do that?”
I: “Of course, she said you’re the best apprentice someone can wish for.”
N: “I think you’re lying. I give my master a lot of problems and troubles.”
I: “And that makes you a bad apprentice? I can assure you, that Windblaze isn’t that perfect either.”
Natsanna narrows her eyes the moment Illethiann uses the word –isn’t-, showing him her fist.
N: “HEY! My master is a very good master and mage! And she would kick you’re a-.. Behind!”
I: “I never said she isn’t, miss Sunglance. I just said that, like you, she has given me some trouble too.”
N: “That doesn’t sound like her, My Lord.”
Illethiann smiles, winking at her.
I: “It is our secret than.”
Natsanna nods, smiling, waiting for him to continue.
I: “She ones walked away out of training, because she didn’t agree with my method. Your master is very stubborn, but, not always in a bad way.”
N: “She.. walked away from a training?”
I: “Indeed, your master, my apprentice.. Tries to do it her own way. And sometimes, when she can’t, she’s upset. Like you, isn’t it?”
N: “So, you say I look like my master?”
Illethiann looks up, smiling towards the stars.
I: “That is what I am telling you, Little Star.”
Natsanna smiles, blushing as she hears what she calls him.
I: “I miss your master too, you know. She’s a very good elf. You should be proud to have her, miss Sunglance. Never forget that.”
N: “I will not, My Lord. Blood for Blood!”
Illethiann narrows his eyes, nodding ones as he speaks in a low tone.
I: “Yes.. Blood for Blood, my dear Natsanna.”
While the last words leave his mouth, Natsanna runs off, jumping from one bench to an other and climbing pillars like it is nothing and Illethiann, he sits there, staring at the stars.