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    Razylym finally reached the base, which was fairly close to both the village and where they had just fought. He brought Myvillion to a medic, because he was bleeding pretty badly. "Ah, we'll getcha stitched right up, Prince." With that, he rubbed a disinfectant remedy on the cut and then wiped the skin around it clean. He began stitching, forgetting to give him a pain duller.


    Another medic tended to Razylym, "Oh, yikes. These arrows are deep." The medic carefully removed them, and bandaged the wound shut, "Come back every so often and I'll clean your wounds and change your bandages. Don't go on the raid later, you'll be too weak." To that, Razylym grunted, "I have to." The medic shook his head, "You'll surely die!"

    Myvillion growled like that of a wolf, baring his teeth at the medic. It wasn't the stitches or disinfectant that bothered him, hell, he has given himself stitches at one point: but the whole situation was what caused him to be on edge with everyone.
    "Don't call me a prince.. Anything but that.."
    Looking at the floor, he allowed them to continue, sitting in quiet thought; well, until Razylym spoke.
    "Oh let him! If he's smart he'll realize what a stupid idea it is to raid the village, and leave me to my own devices.."
    His hand griped tightly to a chair, keeping himself as still as possible.

    Is the North still taking everyone prisoner?


    The medics, after finishing, both quickly ran off without another word. Someone had fetched Razylym's armor and he replaced it on his person. He looked perfectly normal, with all the bandages covered. "Even like this, I can raze that entire village alone." He looked around him, his military force was assumed to be larger than that of the rival's currently deployed force. "But, I don't need to worry about that, because I have all these sorry sacks willing to die for me."

    (probably only higher ranking soldiers. its definitely slowed since Lennox's escape. but for other soldiers its probably either death, enslaved work, or they leave them maimed where they are.)


    "And if they would smart, they would escape along with me.." Myvillion added.
    The younger prince felt stiff and tired, wishing he could sleep and run away from his problems in his dreams, but that would never happen. Standing up, he hissed, pain still shooting up his arm and torso.
    "I know the threat your army serves, and how the Capital's small army has little chance against you.. But I beg of you.. spare them. Their kingdom is weak and peace-loving.. They are of no harm to Shivaria!" Myvillion laughed weakly as he said this, a voice in the back of his telling him to forget the Capital Army and escape back to his dwelling somewhere deep in Northern territory. There he had his belongings, steady job, friends, and most importantly, his pack.
    But he couldn't bring himself to make that conclusion. He cared too much for Lennox, a woman he barely knows even now, only having just learned of their past relations.

    Hollond took his time scouring the edges of Arlenth's pond, his movements often pausing to murmur thanks to the ascended Goddess. The male had taken his time to bundle up and store the various herbs into the saddle bags of the Darastrix Krer before he paused to glance over the calm of the pond one last time.

    After what seemed like hours, Vivienne began to feel the pains of thirst gnaw at her throat. She was beginning to sweat and her feet were growing sore. The girl found herself complaining out loud. "This is such bullsh*t! Why am i here? Why don't I have my phone so I can call for help? Why didn't I put on shoes before taking a nap? What I wouldn't do for some sweet tea right about now." Maybe ranting out in the middle of the woods wasn't the brightest idea. Still, it felt good to release some of her frustration.


    Vivienne stopped and listened for a moment. There sounded like there was rushing water near her, and when she followed the sound she came upon a tiny little spring. She used her hands to drink the cool, refreshing water, relishing at the taste of iron. Suddenly, a thought crossed her mind. This spring had to have a source somewhere, so Vivienne decided to follow it. After a bit of walking, the girl literally tripped (over a branch) into a large clearing. She groaned and lifted her face off the ground. There was a blindingly clear pond in front of her (whoops, she found the source of the spring) with beautiful vegetation and fish skirting the top of the crystal water. Vivienne stood up and brushed her hair from her face... and immediately shrieked and fell on her rump. There was some sort of giant.... dragon?... standing on the other side of a pond with... was that a person?


    "H-h-holy crap! What is that!? Hey, are you a person?! Please help me! I'm lost, and I have no idea what that thing is," she called across the lake. Even though she was asking for help, her brain was still trying to process the monster in front of her, and every one of Vivienne's primal instincts were telling her to run.


    (YAY! SHE ACCIDENTALLY TRESPASSED ON THE ARL'S SACRED GROUNDS!)

    //yay! *Victory dances for Vivienne* Low muse


    Hollond dropped his current bundle of wrapped herbs in shock and horror upon seeing the strange, pink tinted face of a flat eared being. The male looked to the draconic looking beast that slowly munched on grass at the far side of the pond before allowing his teal eyes to dart back to the human. "What RE wux? Svanoa tira wux itrewic tenpiswo?" Hollond asked as he backed towards his dropped bundle of herbs, keeping his eyes on the female. He wasn't sure what to do. What if she was harmless? What if she was dangerous? What if- The being stopped when the girl shrieked in fear and held up a hand to one of his elongated ears whilst using the other to motion at the girl. "Haiyear! Wux re kiri haiyear!" He cried with worry.

    ("Loud! You are too loud!" Pretty much Vivienne in a nutshell lmao)


    Okay, now the person was speaking, but not in a language Vivienne recognized. Great, so now she had to rely completely on body language. In an act of optimistic faith, she continued to speak, albeit calmly (at least as calm as she could manage at the moment) and used exaggerated body language. "Look, I know you probably can't understand me, but I am not a threat. I just want to figure out where I am and get back home as soon as possible." To try and convey her meaning, Vivienne raised her hands in a 'surrender' gesture and relaxed her shoulder's slightly. Not knowing whether or not it would help (but ever the optimist), she began to hum a quiet and slightly-melancholy tune.

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    The male's brows furrowed as he watched her movements slowly. Her raised hands, more relaxed stance, and the sad hymn she seemed to be singing all pointed towards her being non-hostile. The male, finally being able to tuck the herbs into the large beast's saddle bag, moved to approach her. Slowly... Slowly... Until he was a few paces in front of her. Hollond raised a hand as if in greeting and pointed towards the large creature in the background, "Wux geou wiilirk ve, veh? Sia daar geou tuor ekess ocuir wux." The maid began to explain as well as he could, gesturing with his hands to make a crown or helmet like movement, and trying to act regal. "Tir ti xurwk tikil bisekim moves usv si geou push wux de sia steed." He warned as he then held out his hand for her to - hopefully - grab. "Yth geou jaseve jaka."


    //Totally meant to put the translated words down. LOL


    || Translated in order of sentences...
    [1] "You will follow me, yeah? My king will want to see you."
    [2] "Do not make any sudden moves or I will push you from my steed."
    [3] "We will leave now."

    (You don't have to translate things for me, I have the page on my bookmarks. I do appreciate it, though! Thank you!)


    Vivienne had no idea what the strange-looking man was saying, but he seemed to have understood her body language. From what he could tell, he wanted her to join him, presumably back to his civilization (hopefully). She did recognize the word 'steed' in his phrasing. This 'dragon' must be a mount of some sort. The girl timidly took the creature's hand. Something compelled her to say (in a hushed tone, those ears were very large) "You are very beautiful. You remind me of an elf or fairy from mythology and stories."

    //Oh! Okay, that makes it easier I delete my sentences after putting them into the translator then I have to untranslated them. LOL Also, welcome back Aradace.


    Hollond listened to the female's words, not quite connecting what she had said but flushing with embarrassment nonetheless. "Eylf...?" The male echoes as he attempts to lead the girl to the mount, where he then climbs up onto the creature's scaled back. He turns his wide, almost piercing eyes towards the girl and once more offers his hand. "Si nishka letoclo wux svern. Tir xoal ekess hang shafaer huena yth re persvek wer thrae, si ornla dartak ekess scrap dout remains de wer caesin tomil." The male says trying to hid or more like, cover up his flustered appearance with a slightly haughty tone.