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Garen LiLorian · 07-20-2005, 11:27 PM

He knew he'd shown his fear immediately by her reaction and his already stricken mind reeled at this further display of his weakness. When she turned and stumbled, falling to her knees and sobbing, his body moved without his will behind it, driving him to his feet and over to her. He tried to make his voice cold, emotionless as he had kept it for so many years. "Lady Erenor..." His voice cracked, his seething storm of fear, wonder and anger making it sound raw. He knelt beside her, placing a hand on her back as he wondered what on earth he could say to her, hesitating between providing rough, warrior's speech or trying to relate to her, comfort her somehow. He hadn't any idea how to do it, only that he wanted to. He tried again. "Lady Erenor... I.." He frowned and cleared his throat. "This is... allow me to escort you to your tent, milady." He took refuge in his courtesy, his mind whirling. "I.. milady, I am a soldier." His voice cracked again, filling his speech with his turmoil. "But.. should you wish to speak to me, please do so. I.. cannot promise wise council..." He cleared his throat. "But, it does me great ill to see you so unhappy, and.. I would do what I can to help you."

He stared at her, trying hard to mask his own emotions, questions and thoughts, trying to re-establish his emotional wall, reflecting his anguish back inside again. He removed his hand from her back suddenly, as if it were shocked, and turned his kneeling stance into a pose of submission, lowering his head and pressing the hand that had touched her back to his heart. "Please, lady Erenor. Allow me to help you." With his head lowered, his eyes averted from her, his voice regained some of its composure.

07-20-2005, 11:27 PM	#18
Garen LiLorian Wight Join Date: Nov 2002 Location: The frigid white wilderness of the Midwest Posts: 235	He knew he'd shown his fear immediately by her reaction and his already stricken mind reeled at this further display of his weakness. When she turned and stumbled, falling to her knees and sobbing, his body moved without his will behind it, driving him to his feet and over to her. He tried to make his voice cold, emotionless as he had kept it for so many years. "Lady Erenor..." His voice cracked, his seething storm of fear, wonder and anger making it sound raw. He knelt beside her, placing a hand on her back as he wondered what on earth he could say to her, hesitating between providing rough, warrior's speech or trying to relate to her, comfort her somehow. He hadn't any idea how to do it, only that he wanted to. He tried again. "Lady Erenor... I.." He frowned and cleared his throat. "This is... allow me to escort you to your tent, milady." He took refuge in his courtesy, his mind whirling. "I.. milady, I am a soldier." His voice cracked again, filling his speech with his turmoil. "But.. should you wish to speak to me, please do so. I.. cannot promise wise council..." He cleared his throat. "But, it does me great ill to see you so unhappy, and.. I would do what I can to help you." He stared at her, trying hard to mask his own emotions, questions and thoughts, trying to re-establish his emotional wall, reflecting his anguish back inside again. He removed his hand from her back suddenly, as if it were shocked, and turned his kneeling stance into a pose of submission, lowering his head and pressing the hand that had touched her back to his heart. "Please, lady Erenor. Allow me to help you." With his head lowered, his eyes averted from her, his voice regained some of its composure.