[pnpgm] Game Update #19

[John Haight]

   Arawn smiled, a light shining in his brilliant blue-green eyes as Ha'Kell accepted the offer. The alfar was pleased to see the half-elf's desire to embrace the other half of his heritage and knew it would be pleasing to the Sidh gods. Perhaps with the latter's blessing such knowledge could help the elf discover the whereabouts of his missing father, an oddly familiar thing it seemed for the sidh-blooded in the party, for all had been separated from at least one member of their family.

   "I look forward to it and perhaps in time I can show you the wonders of the Sidhlands and the lands of our forebears. The woods of this world are but shadows, our mountains soaring higher than you can imagine, and the treasures more brilliant and cunningly crafted," Arawn said, the light in his eyes growing to a fire.
   "And if the power of your blood and spirit is strong then our magic will be opened to you as well."

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   Arawn had watched the frivolity unfold as the hours passed, engaging in laughter and conversation at times before disengaging for quieter moments. He had refrained when the others broke into dance, though a hint of a smile appeared on his fine face, his eyes studying the movements of the local style. As he did so his thoughts drifted back to his own tutelage, the hours spent in training in the arts of the dance and practiced in the Sidh courts. It had also held a more martial purpose, the footwork integrated into the movements of combat training, a blending of art and war that had been encouraged by his parents. 
   At some point he found himself wandering over to spend time with the animals, including a stop by Will's table to introduce himself to the wolf that kept him company. The druid was glad for the presence of so many creatures in the party, though forever concerned for their safety considering the dangers the companions often faced.
   He was also intrigued by Kell's new shields, the ebony a rare material and one the druid hoped to learn more of from the half-elven trader.

   As the night passed Arawn found himself withdrawing to a quiet corner, a deep and thoughtful expression on his face. Whatever it was he chose to keep to himself but when Fremea asked for others to join at her table he roused himself to take a seat near her. When the faerry shared her opening thoughts the alfar gave her a gentle smile of support. He understood that it was a significant thing indeed for her to share those words, to make herself vulnerable enough to allow others insight into her nature.
   During the rare private moments aboard ship or overland through Katai Arawn had sought to connect, to let Fremea know he understood, could sympathize, at times empathize with her. But he had mainly kept silent, allowing he the opportunity to share when she was ready. She was a creature who's life had been cloaked by pain, only memories of a familial love and perhaps the strength of her spirit keeping her from diving down the dark path so common to those who grew up so. But he sensed the pain deep inside of her, the desire to love and be loved, to protect the innocence she herself had lost, the strong one who was looking for the very things she kept at bay. He would do everything he could to help her heal herself, to find her family or let her find closure and so remained seated at the table.

 		 	   		  
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