Cuor stumbled out of the tree that morning, muttering in her native tongue and cursing all the great oafs in the camp. Stumbling off into the forest to relieve himself, he was accosted and pushed to the floor. Kicking out, the attacker gave a yowl and he stood to face Gita with a scowl 'Beast! Can you not leave me in peace!!'
Gita smiled at him, and he noticed the devious curve of her mouth as she spoke 'How was I to know it was ye? Though I do wish to talk with ye Cuor' She fiddled with her hair a slight before adding seriously 'How do ye hope to win her Cuor? When she discovers your treachery, she'll want ye dead'
Cuor fought back waves of fury, but still spat out at her 'She will know why I did it!! And if she wont see reason, I have my ways!!'
Gita nodded ad she leant against a tree, and produced one of the poisonous darts that had become the bane of the village people 'Indeed you do, my Elf friend' she said, twisting it in her fingers. 'Do ye plan on poisoning her then?'
Cuor could take no more and stormed out of the clearing with a growl. Before her could, he strong arm grasped his shoulder, and though he shrugged her off, he still turned to hear her...
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