Snippet #1469376

Laeral, Boulon Brother's Inn

Illeyssa blinked. In a rush the sounds, smells and warmth of the gathering room washed over her senses in strong waves. Warm and freshly made meals mixed with the aroma of ale and other spirits. The sounds of laughter, crashing mugs and the uneven paces of footsteps paraded around her. The roughly cut wooden table and the warm air pressing at her skin welcomed her with both discomfort and safety. Hey eyes adjusted as if shut away in the darkness of a cellar for the night and she registered shapes and blurred figures about her. She felt the air slipping in and out of her lungs, calm steady breaths through the nose as she blinked again, trying to bring the world into focus.

Silvyar sat close to her right, leaning over the table, practically draping herself over her own shoulders, "Shawoman?"

"I am fine apprentice..." She slowed down and looked around the room. Dormund was leaning close to a wall near a smudged window, the sky beside him a picture gray as the signs of rain tapped against it. Looking around something seemed, wrong. "Where are Brack and Gormun?"

Her apprentice shifted, "You were in one of your trances Shawoman, and I couldn't take the chances of your prediction to bear so I informed the two brothers that they should go out and make sure the land was saf--"

The sound of the slap called across the room and many of the patrons close by stopped, in their silence those that didn't notice looked over to see a tattooed orc female standing over the sprawled form of another orc female, the first of which had her hand raised.

Illeyssa felt the tingle of where her skin had collided as what little angelic power that was there slipped back under her skin. Her apprentice stared wide eyed and with fear stitched into her face, one hand softly touching where she was struck.

"You have killed them, broken my trust, and discussed events that were not in your right to discuss!" Her voice was cold, no anger mixed with it and her voice did not raise into a shout, yet each word hung with the weight of an anvil in the silence.

"Shawoman, I didn't-"

"You will speak when I say so. I fear i have been to easy on a girl like you, thinking just because you may have the gift meant you knew what was expected of you. Silvyar Fornest until a future time is spoken you are stripped of your privilege as my apprentice."

"Sha-"

"You have no right to speak to me like my pupil anymore girl. You have set into motion things you will never understand. We are done here. Dormund, send out a worg and find us a path back to the Tribe. As for you." Her eyes stared down at the other, a soft green edge setting into them, "May the knowledge that you have sent two capable and strong warriors to their deaths. No. That you sent your brothers to their deaths. And from now until you can bear their presence on your shoulders will it haunt you."

Illeyssa moved off and away from Silvyar, leaving the girl with tears in her eyes where she lay without bothering to wait. Dormund moved to the door before her to open it and she stepped out into the cold wit little care. All the work she could have done here was lost.

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Brack reached the edge of the forest first, back hitting the bark of the tree as he looked around, eyes sweeping left and right to make sure everything was clear as he rushed forwards. Dormund pushing ahead to a tree further in to scan again. Both their weapons were in their hands and ready as they pushed into the unknown. Minds worried of the news Silvyar had given them, from what they assumed was from their Shawoman. Unaware of the damage done by their action.