The dark elf approached her and sat down in the indicated spot. He was lean and precision showed in his every move. His black hair caught the faint light, making it look alive and flowing in rhythm with the body it was connected to. He couldn't seem to find anything to say and kept his eyes carefully adverted from her. Lanaey expected this however, since he was a very shy person from a shy race.
"I am known as Lanaey, what might you go by?"
He still kept his head slightly tilted against her. "I am Galain of the North."
Lanaey looked off and saw the scholarly Elf Annanoldowen and the human youth Jesslyn sparing off in another part of the camp. Strange, Lanaey never thought that Annanoldowen would know how to use a blade so, but she seemed to be holding her own quite well against the sparing girl.
"Humans are very interesting, aren't they?" Lanaey spoke, still watching the match.
Galain quickly looked at her in confusion at the random comment, then followed her gaze and saw the two mock-fighting. "I don't know much about them."
"Well, for one thing they are very young, and will always be that way. Most think that they are wiser than the Elven elders, especially the youth, but they do have their unique insights. They can be very suprising at times." Lanaey was thinking back to a time when she had been fighting against a loose band of orcs and she had come upon a small group of humans that were hunting the same group. They had combined forces and one of the youngest human fighters had saved her life through his own intuition. A smile came to her lips, now there was one arrogant, honest, and brave lad.
Galain watched for a moment longer, then shifted his eyes to another spot. Lanaey didn't follow his gaze. "They are very different from my people, as are you."
Lanaey turned and faced the dark Elf fully. He raised his face and they locked eyes, searching each other out. "I am not so different from you. Perhaps your people though, but not you nor your travelling kin I suspect."
Galain raised a brow, pondering, still searching.
Lanaey absentmindedly reached up and rubbed her ear cuff, turning her gaze outward.
Galain was still watching Lanaey when he spoke next and she turned back to him. "What are you fighting her for?"
Lanaey was about to give her automatic answer of 'because it's a wrong that needs righting', but something in his gaze paused her and made her search a little deeper inside of herself, near to the struggle inside of her.
"I'm not sure. I first came because I felt that I could help. Now, it seems as if something will happen that will change me. I don't know if it will be for the better or not, yet I can't turn from the path," Lanaey gave a short snort accompanied by a wry smile. "I'm already changing and I don't know why or what to do about it. Normally I wouldn't speak to you, especially not about things I'm going through, but. . ." Lanaey wasn't sure what she was saying or why. Once again she was not in tight control of herself, yet this time it didn't scare her as it had before.
Shrugging and smiling, Lanaey turned back to her guest.
Galain just nodded.
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