+Woefulgarden (Closed)
That had certainly been an interesting battle. Sure, he was not, exactly, a stranger to combat. What with the fact that he had had to fight those monsters in the dream. But the last thing he had been expecting was to have a lot more things to look out for, even if the past experiences of previous individuals filled his head with thoughts, memories and ideas. He never thought that he would be thrust into the fray so soon though. It hadn’t been all that long since he had awakened, so he had not traveled far from his original place. In fact, he hadn’t even left the lands of the Sylvari at this point in time. But that didn’t mean these places were not filled with enemies that threatened to harm him.
But that was beside the point at this moment. In fact, his mind wasn’t on the remains of the undead creatures that had come up out of the water to attack. They were on the garnet skinned necromancer that stood a few feet from where he had landed on his behind.
The blood fiend she had summoned was quietly floating beside her, but Melawn didn’t really mind the gory little critter, as he moved to stand up, brushing himself off and sliding his bow back into place.
"Uh… thanks. Guess I couldn’t take them all just b—by myself, huh?"
"Of course not."
It'd been the first time she'd spoken up through the entire encounter. Her voice was low and milky, gentle but not, and airy like a lazy breeze in the summertime. After a while of standing, she slowly returned her weapons to their sheaths, and it was only then that she turned to face and address him fully.
She wore a smile on her face that looked like it was either hiding everything in the world or nothing at all. Her yellow eyes were piercing, somehow cold and warm at the same time.
"Otherwise I'd be raising you from the dead instead."
