Gwanthimorn
Ah, it is a she-elf, to be sure. You can make out her leaf-shaped
ears, and skin fairer and clearer than any others. Dark hair, dark as
her eyes, soft and wispy, sweeps across her white face, flowing to
mid-back. Full lips she has, crimson and smooth, complementing soft
rosy cheeks and a soft rosy dress. Boots of dark leather complete her
simple outfit. But though simple, it does not hide the brilliance of
her beauty. You gape in wonder at her.
"Gwanthimorn is here, yes," smiles the elleth [elf-maid].
"How are you, Andtaen? I see you have company?" She moves
closer to your group, her long dress trailing across the dirt lightly.
"Yes, I have company," acknowledges Andtaen, smiling at the
new arrival. "You remember Coleng and Phikasten, do you
not?"
"Of course," Gwanthimorn says, beaming at the Ceyins.
"How are you, Phikasten, Coleng?"
"Fine," pipe two very Ceyin dragon-like voices.
"I know them, but who is this?" Gwanthimorn asks, peering
forward to inspect you.
"This is Galen, a new addition to the group," grins Andtaen,
patting your shoulder and looking very pleased of something.
Gwanthimorn's blackened eyes flutter wide and her crimson mouth gapes.
"You look like... like Melawen!" She looks as if she will
faint. Andtaen moves closer to her, and a strong arm encircles her
slim waist.
"I know, does she not?" Andtaen questions the beauty.
"Yes, undoubtedly so..." Gwanthimorn's voice is faint, and
she looks queasy. You step back: it actually looks as if she's about
to throw up.
"Do you want some water, my Lady?" asks Coleng, worridely.
"No thanks," Gwanthimorn says, and blinks once. Twice.
Thrice. And faints dead away.
"Oh no." Andtaen's voice is teasing, but pathetic. "She
fainted again. I guess I'll have to carry her." Sigh. "I
hate carrying her. She's absolutely a burden."
Somehow, something in his voice tells you he's lying: that he LIKES to
carry her, and she's a slight, very light thing....
You sigh... And wonder why you sigh... "Let's go, then. I'm
hungry," you add, as your stomach begins to grumble.
"Me too," pipes Coleng, echoed in turn by Phikasten.
"This way, lads (and lassies, he adds, with a glance at you).
Come on, step lively," and with a fancy-footworked jig, he heads
to the innermost of the forest.
From the shadows emerges a slender, curved figure. It is the form, of
course, of a female... but what it IS you cannot tell-- until it moves
closer.
