Bellio, 7th day of the Nara, year of the 21st Water Lion
Levianna’s Grove
Note Reference Index: A0001-A01-A0001
The day seemed as though it would go on forever. During Nara, the days are longer and the nights are shorter, allowing more time to move around before the need to find shelter from the dangers of the dark; an advantage for normal travellers, but posed no difference for nightwalkers—or those that can see in low light like Dashiel. Besides, he was accustomed to having a good grasp of his surroundings, and understanding the things he encounters to navigate through the unknown.
“In this sort of weather, Levianna’s Grove would thrive”, noted the small sized creature. “The sun elves are probably ecstatic with their harvest festival”, he remarked further. These thoughts about the customs and traditions of other creatures were normal for Dashiel. He had familiarized himself with many different cultures, always linking what he saw to what he knew. The travelling gnome had always loved to take long breaks to observe and think, though at the moment, there was no time for gallivanting around. That could wait.
He was on a mission to travel north as soon as possible to further his research. Such is the sacrifice of a scholar, for it seemed that wisdom never confined itself to one static place. Dashiel knew that he needed to move as soon as the signs were clear—and the tumbling of a clumsy stranger over his head had brought them quite plainly.
“Damn it child! Watch where you’re going,” said the angered gnome, now on the mud-spattered floor of the grove. He picked himself up and examined his assailant closer. She had a sharp twist at the edge of her ears and had eyes with a sharp and silvery glaze. But other than that, she was human-like in all of her other features. “A half-elf girl in her adolescent years”, the gnome decided. She was tall, like most half-elves are, and had a cocoa shaded complexion indicative of a wood-elven ancestry. “This one?” wondered the stocky traveller on this new arrival.
Now off the ground as well, the lass looked remorseful but seemed unsurprised. It was probably indicative of a natural behaviour that she seems familiar with. She apologised and introduced herself as “Shierra, from the Levianna Clan, on a—pilgrimage of sorts”, being careful at disclosing her secret elven tribe rituals. Elves were very proud of their culture and are reluctant to share them with ‘lesser beings’. “Not that I wouldn’t know about them already”, thought Dashiel.
The half-elf went on about how she was lost and was not paying attention to what she was doing. Dashiel just nodded and acknowledged with every statement she made with a ‘hrmm’ or an ‘ah’. It was quite obvious that she was also inexperienced with her surroundings as she was on the wrong path from where travellers usually followed.
The gnome knew that this moment was pivotal. She was the one he was supposed to meet as a companion to the journey up north. He introduced himself, now in a more calmly and composed manner, careful in sounding helpful and inviting, “I am Dashiel, a scholar gnome. I am headed for the tavern in the town of Fieri.” She quickly squealed, noting the coincidence on location. A location that the gnome knew that was where she was headed. “I’ll be happy to provide guidance”, he said, conscious that it meant much more than she ever expected, “I’ll bring you to Fieri.”
Shierra had a satisfied look on her face, as though she had a good feeling about the start of her journey. And with that, they moved west, toward the direction of the nearby town, with the gnome aware that a set of eyes were observing them from behind.
Levianna’s Grove
Note Reference Index: A0001-A01-A0001
The day seemed as though it would go on forever. During Nara, the days are longer and the nights are shorter, allowing more time to move around before the need to find shelter from the dangers of the dark; an advantage for normal travellers, but posed no difference for nightwalkers—or those that can see in low light like Dashiel. Besides, he was accustomed to having a good grasp of his surroundings, and understanding the things he encounters to navigate through the unknown.
“In this sort of weather, Levianna’s Grove would thrive”, noted the small sized creature. “The sun elves are probably ecstatic with their harvest festival”, he remarked further. These thoughts about the customs and traditions of other creatures were normal for Dashiel. He had familiarized himself with many different cultures, always linking what he saw to what he knew. The travelling gnome had always loved to take long breaks to observe and think, though at the moment, there was no time for gallivanting around. That could wait.
He was on a mission to travel north as soon as possible to further his research. Such is the sacrifice of a scholar, for it seemed that wisdom never confined itself to one static place. Dashiel knew that he needed to move as soon as the signs were clear—and the tumbling of a clumsy stranger over his head had brought them quite plainly.
“Damn it child! Watch where you’re going,” said the angered gnome, now on the mud-spattered floor of the grove. He picked himself up and examined his assailant closer. She had a sharp twist at the edge of her ears and had eyes with a sharp and silvery glaze. But other than that, she was human-like in all of her other features. “A half-elf girl in her adolescent years”, the gnome decided. She was tall, like most half-elves are, and had a cocoa shaded complexion indicative of a wood-elven ancestry. “This one?” wondered the stocky traveller on this new arrival.
Now off the ground as well, the lass looked remorseful but seemed unsurprised. It was probably indicative of a natural behaviour that she seems familiar with. She apologised and introduced herself as “Shierra, from the Levianna Clan, on a—pilgrimage of sorts”, being careful at disclosing her secret elven tribe rituals. Elves were very proud of their culture and are reluctant to share them with ‘lesser beings’. “Not that I wouldn’t know about them already”, thought Dashiel.
The half-elf went on about how she was lost and was not paying attention to what she was doing. Dashiel just nodded and acknowledged with every statement she made with a ‘hrmm’ or an ‘ah’. It was quite obvious that she was also inexperienced with her surroundings as she was on the wrong path from where travellers usually followed.
The gnome knew that this moment was pivotal. She was the one he was supposed to meet as a companion to the journey up north. He introduced himself, now in a more calmly and composed manner, careful in sounding helpful and inviting, “I am Dashiel, a scholar gnome. I am headed for the tavern in the town of Fieri.” She quickly squealed, noting the coincidence on location. A location that the gnome knew that was where she was headed. “I’ll be happy to provide guidance”, he said, conscious that it meant much more than she ever expected, “I’ll bring you to Fieri.”
Shierra had a satisfied look on her face, as though she had a good feeling about the start of her journey. And with that, they moved west, toward the direction of the nearby town, with the gnome aware that a set of eyes were observing them from behind.
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