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Erys Moongem

As her watch wraps up, Erys takes her time thoroughly checking the areas surrounding the mercenary band's makeshift camp. It's a simple enough effort. Noting the appropriate passage of time, she trades off to fresh eyes and makes her way over to where the dwarf lay, recovering from his injuries. In fluent Dwarven, she starts speaking before she's actually come up next to him. "I've seen a lot of dudes take a lot of hits, but that bugbear fucker blasted you. You damn near didn't come out of that one. How are you feeling, handsome?"

Valorn Aenethal

Both eyes half-closed, they dart open as Valorn hears Dwarven words come out from an Elven tongue. He has to think back, urgently, to which one of the three elves this one is. Aryn? Eyla? Erys? Erys. "It's the curse of being a blacksmith, the fortress effect. I'm so used to absorbing hits with well-made plate that I forget how to deal them. I'll have to retrain my warhammer swing, or I'll be feeling a lot worse than this."

Erys Moongem

"After what almost happened to Ona, my sister," Erys motions towards her, "I've been thinking I need to work on my shield work. I took that arrow near the cavemouth, too, like an idiot. It's no surprise you're a blacksmith with those arms. Did you make your kit yourself?"

Valorn Aenethal

Valorn looks down to his armor, to ensure he's still wearing the same set. "Aye. If you ever find yourself back in Neverwinter, stop by Aenethal's Forge. I no longer run it, or, well, it's no longer my trade, I s'pose. My most gifted past apprentice, Baraas, has mostly inherited the shop. Being a merchant is a rewarding job, but quite thoroughly a job for those without bigger dreams." Valorn notices his face has gone from a smug grin to more of a wistful scowl. He emotionally recenters. "Do you have a trade?"

Erys Moongem

Erys noticeably makes a mental note at Valorn's emotional adjustment. Touchy subject. Important. "I… suppose you could say I have a hobby. Of sorts." She chuckles to herself at what is obviously a stupid joke for her own amusement. "Over the last few months I've been doing oddjobs here and there for the Temples to Sune. You know clerics, always sticking their noses where they don't belong, especially the good ones. The shield makes them feel safe, they pay me. Nothing like this shit we find ourselves embroiled in."

Valorn Aenethal

Valorn's smile goes wide, and he lets out a deep, belly laugh, or at least what a deep, belly laugh would sound like at half the ferocity due to his wounds. "You're quite right about clerics. Our folk are especially nosy, but to be clear, we have every right to be. Defending the realm from spiritual decline and promoting clerical justice is of the utmost-" He winces a bit, not sure he should go into his full spiel. "Well, it's important. It was good of you to do, even if you were just doing it for the money. Sune is no Moradin, but any god or goddess, even the Lady Firehair, is to be cherished and protected."

Erys Moongem

Erys goes to laugh with him with the same ferocity, looking disappointed and concerned when the his wounds prevent him. "I'm going to be a Paladin in Lady Firehair's name soon. Or, I hope to be. If this troll shit gets much worse or we take the kinds of hits we took today…" She glances at her sister  "Ona's swordarm has always been so quick, and yet she seemed like a novice today. I didn't do much better. And…" Towards the direction of the human and elf near the fire. "We have a bizarre magician of some kind alongside us… and of course… Dagger. What an incredible fighter she is."

Valorn Aenethal

Valorn listens intently, trying to register all the info he can about these elves. An Aenethal, as well as many other dwarven clans, is not quick to trust a non-dwarf, but that never precludes mutual cooperation. "Don't beat yourself up about it. I got maybe one or two good hits in before that monstrous beast fell me with one mighty swipe. I've always considered myself a good fighter, but I still have a lot to learn. Moradin is most likely not pleased with my inability to take a hit. I'm blessed, and also not surprised, to have such a competent party assembled by Gundren." Valorn realizes he's monologuing, pausing a bit awkwardly, knowing it's rude for a dwarf to talk about themself so much. "By the way, what's your history with Onys? You keep calling her a nickname, and I'll admit, that bounty thing made me a little worried."

Erys Moongem

"Onys of House Kiirnodel is my sister." She began with a noticable trace of distate before returning to a happier tone. "We grew up together and we're training to be paladins together, and I introduced her to Roxie a little bit ago. The job we did for him sorta went southways. Not a big deal but some big dudes in Waterdeep got involved and, well, honestly the whole thing was pretty boring." She takes the time to look him over, smirking a little at the thought of having a gentleman prone but looking after him rather than pouncing him. "You're a sturdy sonofabitch, by the way," she effortlessly compliments, "you'll get the hang of taking hits. I'd love to spar with you, if you'd like to practice. When you're better.”

Valorn Aenethal

He cricks his neck, both for relief and effect. "Thank you. My life is a lot less… exciting. I became incredibly lucky, finding a master blacksmith to take me on as an apprentice, nearly on a whim. I was destined to be a common miner, which, while noble in its own way, was never what I was going to be happy doing." He looks up towards the stars "My trade has served me very well, but being on the other side of the plate has given me a newfound respect for those who get the tar beaten out of them. And I'd love to spar with you. I'm out of magic at this moment, but after a good night's rest, I'll just mumble a few words, move my arms and be all better. Gods, what I'd do for that to happen now instead of later."

Erys Moongem

"WELL…" Erys flexes her hand a little, unsure, considering, thinking… "I've never actually tried it before, but if you'd like… I mean, it'd be risky… could make your pain worse, for example, but… I'm supposed to be practicing some of the healing arts in Sune's name anyway. I could give it a go? We both say a quick prayer and give it the old Thautam try?"

Valorn Aenethal

Valorn's eyes light up. Maybe an elf who knows some about dwarves can't be so bad. "What kind of magic are ya' using? Who's your deity? I'm willing to let you try, as anybody practiced in healing needs to practice to learn, but I need… some information."

Erys Moongem

Erys nods and gestures with understanding, not exactly totally sure of her ability to do this right and definitely preferring – as always – to have informed consent. "As I understand it, it's a simple wound curing spell. My abilities flow from Lady Firehair, so… it'd probably be better to be both hands, touching your skin, while looking into your eyes and focusing on the memory of how gloriously you stood up to the bugbear rather than how much he hurt you a second later. Glory is a close sister to beauty, after all. If it doesn't work, probably nothing happens. If it does, you're back up and walking now instead of later. Not that I'd expect you to be ready for any, uh," chuckling "rigorous physical activity tonight or anything."

Valorn Aenethal

Valorn's eyes become concerned, but not upset. "It'd probably be better? What you just described is… very intimate. If that's what you need to help focus, then I suppose I don't have many other options, laying down here, but that…" Valorn looks at the ground as he talks, and then turns back up. "Okay, let's try it. Anything to stand. I want to get my armor back on, we aren't safe out here."

Erys Moongem

"Alright," she rubs her hands together, shakes her wrists out, and very gently slides her fingertips around Valorn's wrist and upper forearm. It's a little awkward, but she looks up and smiles, trying to remember what the clerics at the temple would do with their facial expressions. It wasn't — no, no, that was in the bedroom…. it was… a reassuring smile, firm grip rather than gentle, and…. their native language. Always. A moment's frustration flashes on her face and she begins her prayer in Elven, trying not to be distracted.

Valorn Aenethal

Valorn gives a sort of half-smile back. He hopes it looks genuine, but he doesn't feel comfortable giving back a full smile. He finds this business a little socially uncomfortable, but the pain tells his brain to keep his mouth shut and let the elf with… very fair skin try her best.

Erys Moongem

Erys begins carefully. "Goddess, my Lady Firehair, my one true love above all others. Please hear me in my time of prayer as I watch over this servant of the Gods in his time of needs. I pray that you let…" Erys' eye contact becomes considerably more intense as her direct awareness of Valorn's awkwardness fades. She focuses on the spell, on Sune, on the work of making him whole again. "…your love flow through me and fill him with your divine essence." The power emerges at a trickle first, a tingling sensation in the arm, coiling around inside of Valorn, gradually moving up his arm with increasing speed. When the spell at last reaches its pinnacle, the flecks of gold in Erys' eyes sparkle and a look of intense adoration and pride rolls across her face all at once. She'd done it. "Heal him, my love. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I am forever yours."

Valorn Aenethal

Valorn feels the spell roll through him, a tickle at first, but then a deep, warm feeling of repair. Relief. His eyes close, focusing on feeling better. He wonders if Moradin's healing feels the same way. Probably not. He then, a few seconds later, opens his eyes, Erys still kind of on top of him. His eyes go back from thankful to… a bit awkward. "I feel… normal. Perfect. Thank you." He doesn't move or adjust his body, kind of… waiting for the elf.

Erys Moongem

As Erys continues the prayer and the magic continues to flow out of her, she feels the heat in her own body rise. She has no trouble remembering how much beauty the dwarf had at his potential, how strong he was, how he fought alongside her and her sister and was so… so very… heroic… but with the magic flowing through her hands and the touch of Sune upon her, her inhibition-control, already infinetessmal, leaves her pushing ever upwards up the dwarf's arms with her hands. Ever forward with her body, until the distance between them became quite closed. When the glimmer in the flecks of gold in her eyes finally does fade, she finds herself face to face with the dwarf, and without even thinking about it she gives herself a breath, and then leans in.

Valorn Aenethal

Valorn lay still as Erys continues her chanting and ceremony. Her eyes remain a dazzling gold, and he thinks to himself about how Sune must really value aesthetics. Inside his own inner monologue, he doesn't consciously notice Erys becoming closer and closer to him, until, suddenly, he does. He turns his head to the side a hair, his eyes rushing around to see if anyone is witnessing this. Is it just him? Erys's eyes fade to her normal color, her hands tracing up his arms, and she leans in for a kiss. Valorn is all-at-once confused, thinking and overthinking what is currently happening. He's grateful for the elf's magic, and has even taken a bit of liking to her, but this is clearly a woman who is somewhat flirty to a ridiculous degree. He doesn't want to slight her, especially as the elves are such a loving culture, but also, you have to consid-

Erys Moongem

Erys presses her lips to the dwarf's, trying to forget the time she did something very similar to this and it ended in the lad losing his life. It would be nice to redeem that. It would be nice to take this big, strong, handsome dwarf to bed, and to honor this moment before Sune that they've shared together. It's been so long – two DAYS? THREE? – since she'd made someone glow with the radiance of the bedroom and now, together, alone… she let herself kiss him, just like she'd been dying to for days.

Valorn Aenethal

Valorn is confused. Stunned, a bit. He's not quite sure he's all there. Everything was moving really slowly, and then all at once it moved really, really fast. This elf woman is kissing him. Oh. Valorn immediately snaps out of any confusion he had and all of his thoughts focus on a quick but polite disengage. He first adjusts his legs a bit, but hers are taller and the body language isn't really clear. He moves his stomach to the side a bit, as if to begin getting out from under the covers, as he really doesn't want to push her away. But it's really difficult to back out of a kiss when you're literally laying down.

Erys Moongem

The lack of a vigorous response tells Erys all she needs to know. She snaps out it, with eyes wide, pulling back. "Oh, my goodness. I am so sorry. I just… I thought… and… and Lady Firehair can have thie effect on me, it's just… it's just… well, I like you a lot and… and you're so…. I'm sorry. I would never kiss someone who wasn't… enthusiastically interested. It won't happen again, I swear to you." "Again, Lady Kiirnodel?" Avara's scolding rang in her ears. Her face takes on an expression of grief and worry and she instantly moves to increase the distance between them.

Valorn Aenethal

Valorn remains mostly blank-faced, mostly silent throughout this. After she swears to him, he raises his hand a bit, his face expressioned as if he is about to say something to comfort her, but then he pulls his fingers back to his thumb, his mouth closing. "It's… It's fine." He puts his hands on the ground, adjusting himself to a halfway sitting position instead of laying back. He thinks about how now would probably be a good time to put the armor back on.

Erys Moongem

"I—-" She looks down at the ground, blushing hotly, every bit as angry with herself as embarrassed for overstepping. "I'm—-" She thought to herself how much worse this would have been if an encounter like this had occurred in the room she shared with Onys, and as had only happened a time or two before, Onys had come rushing to the defense of the poor, unwilling party ignorant of Erys' tendency to intimacy. "I'm going to go check on my sister, and probably get a scolding. I'll see you on the morrow, alright? I'm really glad you're feeling better." She looks up to make eye contact again with an apologetic smile and departs towards Onys. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot.

Valorn Aenethal

Valorn suddenly notices he's been breathing really deeply, and tries to return to normal. As Erys apologizes, he feels the need to apologize too, but something stops him. As she looks up at her, he gives her a soft half-smile, but with concerned eyes. As she departs, his half-smile fades, leaving the concern on his face. This went pretty bad, he thinks. "See you tomorrow," he says, barely above a whisper, Erys completely out of earshot. A mess.

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