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She had just started thinking about dinner when Valesseka found herself once more entranced by the river lapping at it's banks. After moments of holding a blank stare she became aware of foot prints leading away from the water... ones far too large to be her own... and from the looks of it, this person had reacted much the same as she did in her flight from the hornets. Curious and a bit afraid of what they might lead to, the Arnorian followed them to a small camp set up by none other than Éomeléo of Gondor. He seemed quite preoccupied at the time with his meal, to her relief, and hadn't noticed her so far. She threw her cape hood over her head and hoped it would hide her marred visage successfully. He isn't going to care if you're ugly, he's a lord of Gondor, and that girl of his that he doesn't want probably is twice as vain as you. With a deep breath she stood up from her hidden position "Greetings again, Éomeléo." I hope he recongizes my voice-- His face!
Without another word she invaded his camp. "I see you found those hornets, too..." Valesseka grimaced. I still have more than enough Athelas... but why should I share that with him? This is the -enemy-. "I'd rather have to fight that wind again, honestly." She smiled weakly. Going untreated, she knew the poison in the hornet stings could make the Éomeléo slightly ill in time, and that would give her quite an advantage in the race. ...yet he hasn't hindered me in anyway. Valesseka watched him with apparent concern before giving in and pushing something green into her mouth.
"Theres kingsfoil all over the place here. I only have a little" that you can have "right now..." In a rather unlady-like fashion she spit out a now well-chewed green mass "But it'll do a number on the stings." Only after she had held the messy salve in her fingers did she relieze that he might think her offer might be a little... disgusting. "It works." She stressed again.
I won't help him anymore. This is the only time. Very last. Valesseka bit her lip. "I'm from a little farm in Arnor. Everyone I know raises some crop or animal... I- I mean, I've only met a handful of people who can read their own names..." She sighed and smiled with a hint of regret on her face "I just wanted to see there was something more than that... The thought of adventuring for gold sounded perfect when I found that bottle." She looked back up at Éomeléo. That was enough for now, she figured, and if he asked anymore she would continue to give him half answers.
Quickly, she smeared the salve on his hand "It'll keep it from stinging, at least." The girl stood up and wandered back to her things, ready to eat, sleep, and dream.
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