The druid sagged more than sat on the bench behind him. Arisia returned the arrows to her quiver, but did not give Whisper the command to relax. Nodding once at Caylon, she moved to a seat across from the older elf and waited while the man gathered his thoughts. When he spoke, his voice was raspy, weaker, but clear.
“It has been several moons since I last heard anything from my brethren. I… I’m sorry child… it was just… when you entered, you looked like one of those accursed Wavechaser naga that have taken over the old observatory… you really did…”
The man shook his head, then raised shamed eyes to Arisia’s. His gaze shifted downwards and his brows drew together. Tilting his head, he almost reached out, a low growl stopping him from moving further.
“What’s that you are wearing, child?”
Arisia reached to pull off the pendant, then made a face. Caylon raised a brow, and even Whisper turned his head when his mistress began jerking at the thin golden chain in irritation.
“It was this stupid necklace we just got from something but…” She began jerking at the chain even stronger, then drew her knife to fruitlessly hack at it to break it before turning to her brother. “THe damnned thing won’t come OFF!”
