1x1 Ameron & MORBiDUS
 

This is a one x one RP between Ameron & MORBiDUS.

(elf x drow)

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((I'd usually try to write some sort of short descript for the start of this, but my mind keeps blanking on me. My apologies for its absence...))

A short whistled note played from the mouth of a flute, its melody being witnessed only by a small gathering of men around it, and the forest which surrounded them. "Your playing needs practice," one of the men advised, although the group was rather light hearted in its criticisms. They went in order around the circle as elves voiced their opinions on the flute player's skills. There was much laughter to be had amongst them, and anything said in poor word was not meant to be taken sincerely.

"What do you think, Veryan?" one of the group members asked, his gaze falling on the lone elf who hadn't been participating in the discussion. "I think.. I have to go," the elf, Veryan, returned. His pale, blue eyes had seemed so distant till that moment, like he'd simply been day dreaming the entire time. He rose delicately from his seat on the mossy ground, slender fingers wrapping around the pole of a decorative glaive; a weapon which hadn't left his side even in this calm section of forest.

"Where are you off to so soon?" Another asked, a smirk on this ones lips. Veryan rarely joined their group, but when he did, he never left in such a rush. He'd barely spent a second over fifteen minutes with them this time, so he'd gained awareness from the group, each wondering what was so important that he had to tend to it immediately. "We've got a new prisoner," Veryan explained. He began to continue to his destination, each step with seemingly more grace than the last. The group looked inwardly at each other, until someone finally let slip what had been on all of their minds: "The drow?"

The words had caught Veryan's attention, distracting, for few seconds, what else floated idly in his thoughts. Yet he gave no verbal answer to show his recognition, only the slight nod of his head to signify their anticipated response.

When Veryan had prior been asked to accept guard duty, he'd thought twice of it. But, when he'd been requested to guard this new captive, he knew he could not refuse. It was besides the fact that he was rather curious of drows, and curiosity was something this elf had no lack of.

Xuneari, the elves’ new prisoner just sat back in the cell that had so unceremoniously thrown him into, well that wasn’t true; fact was he couldn’t remember even being brought here, he had been passed out in the forest when the elves had found him. As he ran his slender fingers up to his forehead he felt that they had been nice enough to clean the blood from the gash he had suffered before coming to the surface and was relieved also to find that it was no longer bleeding. Perhaps he should count himself lucky to still even be alive, though as he looked around himself at the wooden walls of his new prison he wasn’t sure he much preferred it over the stone one he had known all his life. Perhaps it was the simple fact that he thought he could feel a certain life energy in the wood that had been absent in the stone world of his home.

He sighed slightly; he did not wish to think about home. He had run away for a reason, kill or be killed; though he was usually known to do the latter, taking on his matron mother and his sisters would have been suicide. So he had taken the path of flight, though cowardly he just hadn’t been ready to let himself be scarified to the vile goddess of the Drow, Lloth. Though he had done the stupid thing of goading on one of his sisters when he had reached the edges of the Drow city, he hadn’t even known she had been following him. But by then it was too late to turn back so in a show of defiance he had cut his hair right there in front of her; perhaps not the biggest show of defiance but it truly had been enough to get her angry. Again he sighed, he brushed his fingers back over his hair which now ended at the nape of his neck, whereas before it use to reach past his shoulders. He missed it somewhat but it had been worth it to see his sister so pissed.

His head lifted as he thought he heard footsteps approaching. His green eyes, a curiosity for a Drow, watched the small barred window to see if one of the elves would show their ugly face. Well he didn’t really think them ugly but he wished he could, because there was certainly some ingrained hatred for the elves in his blood.

Veryan had been given very little warning by fellows guards, who were to stand look out of the overall, as he came to attend his duty. Yet, he'd heard many poor words about the drow, or drows in general, from those more sour about the descision of keeping their captive alive and well. At the very least, though, the elf had gotten what could probably be assumed to be the real story of the drow's capture. There had been many a rumor spreading around amongst the laymen of the elves, some of which included unrealistic battles that couldn't have possibly taken place. Needless to say, word moved fast.

"Just don't stick that nose of yours in his cell, Veryan, we can't trust a drow's temperament," one of the other guards warned, well aware of Veryan's knack to live a lifestyle that would ultimately lead to something along the lines of 'curiosity killed the cat' -- although in his case, replace 'cat' with 'elf.'

Veryan flashed him a smile, as if to say without words that they had nothing to worry about. Whether his expression was truthful or not was quite up to debate, however. The elf continued on passed his fellow guardsmen, who drained of the otherwise empty, celled hallway that the drow was contained in. He glanced at the only occupied cell, knowing that was where their rumored captive stayed.

Veryan walked in front of the only opening to the drow's prison: a small window. Yet, he kept within fair distance, as if he expected something harmful to somehow jut through the bars. Or perhaps the elf was only heeding his fellow guards earlier warning. "What a silly place to keep a drow," Veryan commented. Although he'd been talking only to himself, he spoke the words so smoothly they would be hard to ignore. He shook his head lightly in slight disapproval, strands of loose, pale yet dirty blond hair falling into his face as he did so.

"Do drows have names?" the elf asked, eyes half lidded. It was not exactly a serious question, for Veryan knew that they did, yet it was his way of finding out this one's. As a guard, he was not supposed to associate with this captive in any way, save ensuring he did not cause trouble; at least, not until further notice. Yet, Veryan's natural curiosity had already broken such a rule.

Xuneari stood up from his sitting place on the floor, though he did so with a wince having forgotten that he had been cut in the leg as well while fleeing from the underdark. He would probably find a whole plethora of wounds as he started to move around more, but it would be nothing that he couldn’t handle. He limped carefully towards the cell door to get a better glimpse at this new guard, careful not to tear anymore flesh or open the wound in t he process.

“Only when it suits others to call us by them,” he said a bit sardonically, “mine is Xuneari.” It wasn’t an odd name for a Drow though it was a bit odd in the way he chose to pronounce it because he liked to leave out the ‘ea’ part of his name. While other Drow would call him using three syllables, while he called himself by two syllables; as well as a few other Drow who had been close to him.

“Why am I being kept alive?” asked Xuneari after a moment, it was a question that had been plaguing him all the while he had been awake.

Veryan smiled, seemingly pleased that the drow had responded, or maybe even surprised. If it was the latter of the two, he hadn't expressed it through body language. In fact, a sort of calmness near radiated off his figure. "Why are you here?" The elf said, as if to change perspective. He had to return a question as he didn't know the answer to the one Xuneari had asked. The guard might have had some idea from what notions he'd overheard, but wasn't completely aware of the reasoning behind keeping the drow well himself. If the plan truly was to attempt to reform the drow, then Veryan could already see why it'd been kept so quiet and not publicly announced: too many elves would disagree with the idea.

Veryan, who had prior been using his glaive as a sort of support, shifted his weight to the other side for comfort. He wouldn't bother to return his own name, although not exactly out of insult - even if most elves felt entitled to be disrespectful to drows. The elf's caution was slowly fading as he listened to Xuneari, and he even bothered to take a step closer to the cell. He could vaguely make out the drow's iris's, the color of which surely stood out in contrast to the rest of his appearance, at least to Veryan. He grinned. "Your eyes would better suit an elf."

"Why am I here?" Xuneari said reiterating the question like it was something he had to think about really hard. Well he didn't have to think too hard about the question but he did have to think about it somewhat. "I don't know why I'm here in this cell if that's what you mean; though I could guess I may have trespassed on your land," he said it with a slight shrug, "if you're wondering what I'm doing on the surface, well that's for me to know and you to probably never find out."

Xuneari shook his head slightly, the nerve of this elf saying his eyes would better suit a surface dwelling, pale skinned freak. Then again his mother had seemed to think the same thing which was probably one of the many reasons she had planned to sacrifice him. He shuddered slightly at the thought. It was good to be away from all that, it was certainly worse than this and for that he supposed he could put up with this elf for a little longer. "Whatever," he said.

"You should learn to forgive your enemies as they may bury an axe in your head" Veryan said, although it seemed as if he might have just been repeating a fond quote. He also might have been saying it to himself over Xuneari, as if to remind him that the drow's stubbornness was nothing to get fussy over. Recently, speaking to himself had become quite the habit.

Veryan clucked his tongue lightly against the roof of his mouth, feeling their conversation to have prematurely ended. Yet, it was an ending, never the less. The elf turned his back to the cell, proceeding on with the boredoms of uneventful guard duty. He took in the wall in front of him, feeling it incredibly plain. Veryan wished for some sort of view to gaze out to, although he understood why there wasn't any such thing.

The day began to pass by rather sluggishly, and when noon hour came about, another guard entered the corridor. "I've come to relieve you of your duty," The elf who'd just entered stated, but Veryan shook his head in disagreement - like it was only an offer and not a command.

The other guard insisted that he take Veryan's place, as it was his shift, but Veryan persisted to convince him otherwise. "You're a young elf, with much to do, let me keep this boring post," Veryan said, smiling softly. He really had no intentions of being self sacrificing, but his interest in drows would force him to prolong his stay.

"What makes you any older than I?" The other guard asked, not that he was going to argue any further - if Veryan wanted to stay so badly he'd let him. There was a sort of way that most elves could just recognize superiority that they knew, but this young elf was giving Veryan no recognition. Veryan shook his head, lifting up a long strand of his own hair.

"My hair does not hide my age well," He explained, almost laughing at himself. There was a soft, silverish grey in the blond mix, which hid well until Veryan brought his attention to it. Veryan, as was natural of the elves, appeared most youthful otherwise - there wasn't a single wrinkle to his pale skin. The other elven guard nodded, seeing what he meant. "Besides, I think Xuneari could do with some consistency..."

It took the other guard a second to realize who or what Veryan was referring to with the name 'Xuneari.' When he realized he meant the drow, he raised a suspicious eyebrow. "You weren't talking with it, were you?" The other elf asked, there was strong distaste on his tongue. Veryan chuckled. "No. That is the name I gave him," the elf lied. He couldn't tell the other guard the truth, for it'd cause unnecessary trouble. The younger elf seemed a bit distrusting now, but ended up giving in. Before leaving, he slid a plate of what might be considered food through a small slot in the drow's cage, and some fresh water.

Veryan bent down, looking at the little slot, he hadn't noticed it before. It was big enough to fit two, if not three arms through but not big enough to escape from, and only opened from the outside. He re-opened it, and put in some jerky which he'd taken off his person. Veryan wouldn't have eat the 'crap,' as he so crudely considered it they'd given Xuneari for food, and he doubted even a drow would enjoy it. So, in some form of pity, he'd given him that to chew on instead.

’An axe in my head?’ thought Xuneari with a laugh, he was more worried about his friends burying a blade in his back; though he had never had to worry about being in the company of true enemies. At least in the underdark he knew what he was dealing with for the most part. But these elves it was a little harder to comprehend what they were planning for him.

Xuneari moved back from the cell door as it began to turn out that the elf didn’t have much else to say to him at the moment. He moved back to the wall to sit down again and then to finally lie down and close his eyes. If he was to be here might as well get some rest and let his wounds heal.

His ear twitched slightly as he heard the voice of another elf. His back was to the door and he didn’t want to make it seem like he was too interested in what was going on, so for a moment he just turned his head to be able to listen better to what was being said. It seemed at first like he was going to have to deal with a new elf that had no good thoughts about the Drow at all. He kind of liked having the one that had at least asked him his name in a sort of roundabout way.

He stood up after a moment and limped back over to the door to look out a moment. He made a rude gesture with his hands, one that the elf probably couldn’t see, when he was referred to as an it, as if he were some wild animal.

He looked down as the slot was opened and food and water was slid in, or what he could only assume was food. He quirked an eyebrow slightly as the ‘nicer’ elf as he had come to refer to him as opened the slot and gave him something that looked mildly more edible.

“You’re a bit strange,” said Xuneari leaning against the door and looking out the cell door’s window at the elf, “why are you nice to me when the other’s would rather spit in my food?”

A smirk appeared on Veryan's lips as he heard the question, this one, unlike the last, being one he could answer. "I do not think we're that different, you and I," He explained. Although he did not necessarily mean 'you and I' in such a close way as the two of them alone, rather all elves and drows in general.

"I don't believe you should be behind bars, either," Veryan continued on. His words seemed in a bit hypocrisy considering his duty, but his morals were still laid out quite differently than the majority of his brethren. His gaze lowered as he poked lightly at the door with the blade of his glaive, the resulting sound echoing down the hallway. "Or I am just frightened of drows, and I want to be on one's good side," Veryan said. A smile sat on his lips, pursed in a fashion that made it appear almost mocking. That last comment had been in some form of joke, but unless you could better read the elf's facial expression it would be hard to determine its level of seriousness by tone alone.

The elf took a cross legged seat in front of the small sliding door opening in the cage, which the food had gone through not long before. If another guard was to come in and see him sitting, it'd be considered slacking, and he could easily be removed from his position. Veryan decided to risk it. "Did elves cut your hair?" Veryan asked, as he'd noted that the drow's hair had been shortened - but could tell it was not in a manner that one took time on.

“Maybe,” said Xuneari contemplating the notion for a moment. He didn’t much believe it though; in social norms they were certainly very different. From what little he had seen and that really wasn’t much more than the changing of the guard he had noticed that they had all been male; which he supposed wasn’t all that strange but in a Drow city he would have expected a female to be in charge of such a high risk prisoner. So far he had not seen such a female and had come to some conclusion that females weren’t as in charge here as he was used to. He was almost certain he could find other variances in society norms if he was ever to get out of this stupid cell.

“I’d put me behind bars too,” said Xuneari almost jokingly, “though I’m probably not as dangerous at the moment due to my injuries and lack of weapons; but don’t think for one second that I’m completely vulnerable without a blade in my hand.” He smirked slightly, he was trained in more than one form of combat and even knew a little magic, as it was customary for all Drow warriors and the like were required to spend some time amongst the school of arcane.

Xuneari ran his hand from the base of his neck up through his hair as if in thought about the question. “No, that I can remember,” he said with a small sigh, “I did it myself, just to piss off my sister.”

"If I thought you were that tame I wouldn't carry a weapon with me," Veryan said, pointing to the single blade with one finger; not that Xuneari could see from his cell view. "You make it sound like I'm looking to take advantage of you. I would not attack you, and it doesn't seem bright to do away with the only elf that likes you," He added. Despite his talk Veryan was still fearful of what the drow was capable of, he just wasn't willing to so openly display this fear.

The guard smiled now, feeling like he'd drawn out a bit of Xuneari's story when he mentioned his sister. "Your sister?" Veryan echoed, inquiring about the subject. He was interested in all the drow had to say. Veryan had always seemed rather aloof until something perked his curiosity, and Xuneari had certainly done that.

Xuneari laughed slightly at his comments. “Perhaps,” he said lightly, he knew very well it would not do him good to dispatch of the only one who had thus far shown him any kindness, he wasn’t that crazy. Well not that he was crazy at all, though his fellow Drow might think him so for having run away in the first place and then to entice his sister into a fit of rage just for the fun of him. To the Drow that was crazy, but Xuneari didn’t care anymore, he was alive now because of his actions and for that he would admit to being perhaps just a tad crazy.

He looked around a bit like he expected something vile to jump from the wood work, or perhaps he was afraid to tell anyone about his flight from the underdark. But he was bored and this elf at least seemed interested and well he didn’t really have anything to loose. “One of them anyway,” he said with a slight grin, that wasn’t a happy one, “the youngest actually, which is probably why I got away with all my limbs intact.”

"Oh?" He said, trying to piece together the small bits of information he'd heard so far. "So you run from your sister?" Veryan questioned, having assumed that Xuneari was only here because he was fleeing something. It was the sort of air the story was beginning to give off, although it was only the elf's guess.

Their conversation was interrupted as a door creaked open down the hall, and Veryan jumped to his feet, to ensure he wasn't caught lazing about. The same young elf from before had rejoined them. "I am here to relieve you of your duty, Veryan," He repeated. Although this time, he added, "by wish of commanding guards."

Veryan shook his head, as if in mock to their last conversation, although this time not rejecting the order. He could not deny it this time, but he did think it foolish to send it such an inexperienced guard in his place. Not that he expected Xuneari to attempt an escape, as that might prove even more foolish, so perhaps the job only called for a guard that was about as capable as a scout.

Before allowing the younger elf to replace him, Veryan slipped a small paper piece, probably only the length of half of one's finger into the cell. On one side was his name, 'Veryan,' written in such lettering that it displayed also the meaning; which was brave. On the other, a good luck charm in elvish tongue. He gave Xuneari a slight glance as if to say a silent, momentary fair well, and left without further word toward his fellow guard. He'd have all of tomorrow's shift to parch his curiosity's thirst with the drow; and he might spend some time the next day requesting longer duty.

Xuneari had merely nodded in response to Veryan’s question. Of course he had been running from more than just his sister, if anything he was running from his mother above all else; his sister just happened to be in the way at the time and it wasn’t like she was completely innocent from the equation either.

He wasn’t too happy to see the other elf return. But he supposed he would have to suppress his disappointment. He guessed the ‘nicer’ elf would be back at a later time, or at the least he hoped so. It was a better way to pass his time with an elf that would actually listen to him other than just ignore him.

Xuneari took the piece of paper once it was slipped into the cell and read the name that was written upon it. Seemed like he had gained some of the elf’s trust, which he almost found funny. After a moment he moved back to the cell wall to sit down again to pass the time in silent contemplation.

Veryan had made it back to the forest gathering he'd sat at in the beginning. This gathering never seemed to completely disperse, always having at least two members in its circle, to live a lighter life. Now, though, it was growing dark, and the stars could be seen through the tree tops. Glimmering beacons of hope, as some might have put it. A small, controlled fire lit up the area, which the group surrounded, gladly taking in its warmth on the cool night.

Veryan took his usual seat, and a few of the elves that'd been there earlier were surprised to see him. "You never join us twice in one sitting, Veryan!" One laughed, he was short and rather obnoxious; perhaps even a crossbreed with dwaves somewhere in his blood. The guard shook his head lightly, and the entire group went on with their general discussions.

Eventually the topic came about of the drow. A couple of the elves flooded Veryan with questions, but he merely smiled in return; refused to give any reasonable answer. They scoffed, already knowing Veryan wasn't much fun when they tried to converse with him.

"I'm sorry friends, but I must be departing once again," Veryan said, with a yawn. Most of the rest of the group had left to their beds already, others stayed out to sleep amongst the stars. The elf, on his walk to his own modest home, picked up a small, sparkling flower. It only glew in the dark, and only grew on the surface, Veryan knew. He set it in a small pouch on his belt, wondering if Xuneari had ever seen stars. His knowledge of drows, in all honesty, was rather limited - but such only fueled his curiosity. The flower itself resembled the beauty of a star, so although the drow wouldn't be able to see them from his cell, the guard could offer him it to look at when it grew dark. It would be only a small gesture, but Veryan knew small amounts of kindness always added up.

When morning came about, Veryan went early to see the elves which were in main charge of deciding guard duties. In all politeness he asked them for longer shifts, even ones which lasted into the night, if he could. "What is it that heightens your interest in guarding the drow so, Veryan?" One of them questioned, maybe even suspicious of Veryan's motives - as if he could be somehow plotting to free Xuneari. It was probably what the younger guard had mentioned that gave them these thoughts.

"I am, like many others, a simple elf. I don't do much, and, although I mean no disrespect saying this, I believe my qualities as a guard are much higher than some others who you appointed..." Veryan explained. He trailed off slightly, although overall it seemed to add emphasis to everything he'd said.

There was more discussion to be had after Veryan put in his request, and the commanding guards promised they'd get back with their word by the end of his next shift. Veryan nodded, and knew he couldn't plead any further, if only because he had to attend to his duties.

Like the first day, the hallway was empty. It seemed that between those hours of late night and early morn, there were no guards station. It upped Veryan's chances if they were short on elves to do duty. He smiled at the thought, strolling over to Xuneari's cell. He didn't bother with any kind of greeting, or conversation at first.

"Do drows watch the stars?" Veryan asked, eventually. It was much similar to his name question; meant specifically for Xuneari's personal answer and not drow's in general.

Xuneari had been practically bored with the other guards that had come to keep watch over them. Though a few he had tried to see if he could make them angry by saying things to them that weren’t particularly nice. While it did make them angry not a one had attempted to do anything about it so he had just retreated to the back wall to sit down and stare at the cell door’s window until he got so bored that he decided it best just to go to sleep.

When he woke he sighed slightly knowing his boredom would soon reappear. ’Rats would be better company,’ he thought to himself as he looked around at the empty cell. It was a good thing he wasn’t claustrophobic otherwise this would have just been torture on him. He scratched at his jaw slightly as he yawned; he thought it odd that he suddenly missed the company of Veryan. Or perhaps he was just angry with himself for wanting the company of a member of the race that his people despised above all others.

Xuneari looked back up, as his eyes had drifted to staring at the cell floor, as he heard the question. He stood and made his way over to the door. “If given the chance perhaps,” he said lightly, he’d been to the surface once before. But it had been with a group of other Drow and with a purpose intended for harm and not one’s personal pleasure. He’d hardly had a chance to enjoy that which was around him.

((I might be replying less over the next 3-4 days, because I have final exams in school. Sorry for my absence~))

"They are missing something, then," Veryan said, taking note. Although he did not want to feel ignorant by any means, he found it hard imagining a drow's life. Life without all these simple pleasures and joys he'd experienced did not seem like a very fruitful life; if any life at all. The elf slid open the little door which was meant for food, stuck the length of his arm in against what would be better judgment to everyone else, and dropped the little flower he'd picked in. It glew at its brightest when the moon was out, yet even still, in some of the shadows Xuneari's cell held, it offered a slight, twinkling aura. To Veryan, it was pretty. He did not know what he expected Xuneari to think of it, yet he'd given it to him regardless.

"Perhaps if you find it a damp spot in the wood it will grow," Veryan said. His back was to the cage again, his gaze settling once again on the only other thing there was to look at: the wall. "A tiny friend, since you seem to be making none..." The elf mentioned, laughing to himself lightly. He'd heard about some of the vulgar things the other guards claimed Xuneari had said to them, and he didn't really doubt their word. It didn't change how he viewed the drow, however. In fact, it made Veryan wish only to have him free all the more.

When noon hour came about, another guard came in to deliver Xuneari water and 'food.' He didn't offer to take Veryan's shift, but nor did he say anything about it, so the elf just assumed his guard duties had been expanded as he requested. Veryan added in the little slide door more jerky like he had yesterday, as well as a strange, but fresh fruit.

"If what I understand is true, the higher of us elves would be more willing to free you from this prison.. If you offered them any form of restraint," Veryan mentioned. Xuneari furthering his spot on other guards bad sides probably wasn't the best idea towards getting released. After a while of silence later the elf began to hum a short song, as if somehow the tune might make time pass faster.

((that’s okay, my classes start next week so I might start being a little slower in my replies also))

Xuneari nodded his head slightly; he didn’t expect Veryan to notice the gesture. His people enjoyed beautiful things as well, despite how they might seem to other races. He was certain that if given enough of a chance any Drow could take to like watching the night sky. He blinked curiously as the elf stuck his hand in through the slot at the bottom of the door. He bent down after a moment to pick up the small flower. He’d never seen anything like it, well not in a flower form anyway. They had mushrooms in the underdark that glowed though but nothing quite as pretty as this small thing.

“Not sure I could make anything grow,” said Xuneari with a slight chuckle, though he might just try it anyway. He moved to a corner to set the flower down for the moment before moving back to the door. “Well it’d certainly make better company,” he said with a slight hint of distaste.

Again the elf produced another curiosity when he gave the Drow a fruit at lunch time. Fruit was rare where he came from but he had been lucky enough to be high enough in one of the houses to have been able to try it on a few occasions. He’d always enjoyed the texture and sweet taste of the fruits he’d been allowed to have.

“What kind of restraint?” asked Xuneari before biting into the fruit.

Veryan just laughed. "I mean on the apparently foul mouth you have," The elf explained, shaking his head. He probably could have phrased his words better. It wasn't that Veryan blamed the drow, knowing himself how stuck up elves could be at times. They probably deserved it, and they'd never admit to it.

Veryan chose to take a seat directly in front of the cell's door, one which would ultimately block the most of him from Xuneari's view. It was perhaps not that he didn't want to be seen over that it was just a much more comfortable position. Any other elf would easily have scolded him for relaxing like so on the job, but any other guard; save those new to the position, could probably understand or at least relate.

When nightfall came they'd still not removed Veryan from his post. Another guard came in to deliver more food to the drow, and although he offered to take over if Veryan was growing weary, he didn't make any fuss when the elf said he'd stay longer. He even bribed Veryan with a suggested meal, but the elf kindly rejected it. Veryan realized he'd have to start packing full lunches if he'd spend this much time on guard duty, considering he hadn't really had anything since starting today. Yet, the elf wasn't much fatigued, his interest in the drow masking, distracting any hunger he might have. Not to mention, he didn't seem to do much than stand or sit. The other guard left, apparently having other things to do than stick around with Veryan and Xuneari.

"You would think, if they were trying to reform you, they'd have someone in here explaining ways of life to you..." Veryan said, letting slip part of what he'd previously figured to be why Xuneari was alive, here. A tiny bit of an answer towards that question he'd originally asked. Veryan knew why they hadn't had many people other than guards in, though, and it troubled him. No one wanted to talk to a drow.

The elf tapped himself on the head, a couple times, as if to signify some form of mock self scolding for saying anything. He changed the topic rather quickly though, to go with the rapidly forming thoughts on his mind. "You hold poor blood with your sister?" Veryan asked, recalling what Xuneari had mentioned about that the prior day.

“Oh, well…there really isn’t much else to do,” said Xuneari with a slight shrug. He really was a bit bad about what he said when there wasn’t someone threatening him to keep him in check. He’d almost always been able to speak to other males in such a manor without any consequence so he hadn’t really given it any thought. Perhaps he could stop it for the most part though it might be a bit difficult; after all there really wasn’t anything better to do than to piss off his guards.

Xuneari had made his way to the back of the cell as one of the other guards came to deliver another meal and to offer to take Veryan’s place. Truthfully Xuneari hardly touched anything the elves gave him; actually he hadn’t touched any of the food given him save the fruit and one of the pieces of jerky from yesterday. He hardly had any appetite for the stuff, if he got hungry enough he supposed he would eat it.

His ears twitched slightly at Veryan’s words. ’Reform?’ what did he mean by that. His slender fingers wrapped around the wood beneath the bar as he peered out with his green eyes, which held something akin to anger in them now. “What do you mean?” he asked sharply.

He sighed slightly knowing the other had not meant to let slip such words, and that he probably wouldn’t get an answer considering how quickly Veryan changed the subject. “You would too if you were me,” said Xuneari in response to Veryan’s question about his sister.

Veryan smiled. He could not view the anger in the drow's eyes as he was not peering into them, yet he could sense it on his tongue; in the tone of his words. He easily dismissed the question though - at this point the elf wasn't really so sure it mattered what he told Xuneari, yet there was some things he figured the drow shouldn't hear from him. At least not for the moment.

"Would I?" Veryan asked, taking a moment, as if such a statement required contemplation. "Why would that be?" He said, furthering the question; wanting to dig more out of the drow, hear more of what he had to say. The nights darkness began to swallow the interior of the hall, leaving moonlight only where few barred windows allowed some to get in. The elf smiled at their poor luck, seeing that Xuneari's cell was the only one without a real opening or window around it. Although, the layout was probably chosen that way on purpose.

"Perhaps you are meant to end up here, in this cage. So I might have someone interesting to talk to," the elf joked. Veryan didn't find other elves all that intriguing, never quite feeling like there was much new or exciting to attract his attention. He moved to stand in front of the barred window in Xuneari's cell, to peer in. Yet, his gaze was not set on the drow captive, rather trying to check on the small flower, to see if it hadn't become more extravagant with the moonlight.

Xuneari turned his back so it was against the cell door. His hands reaching up and behind his head to grip the bars slightly as he slid his body down the door; some what out of boredom and somewhat just to stretch his arms a bit. He rested his head against the door looking up at the ceiling as if contemplating the question or at least the best way to explain his feelings towards his sister.

“I’m sure at the very least you are aware that females dominant in Drow society,” Xuneari started, “it is quite literally beaten into you the moment you can start to grasp such concepts; and trust me I have the scars to prove it.” He sighed slightly rubbing his back against the door slightly; just to move the fabric of the shirt he wore against the scars he had remaining of his ‘teachings’.

“Beaten, abused, looked down upon all because one is male,” he said more to himself than to Veryan, “not something I’d expect a surface elf to understand.”

"No..." He agreed, looking down, "I do not understand. I may sympathize but that does not heal the scars."

Veryan had to admit, in comparison to the harsh life the drow had lived thus far, his had been rather refreshing. Even in memory of neglectful or painful parts of his time on this Earth, Veryan would find it hard to truly relate with what Xuneari had been through.

Despite that the guard could tell it was not a pleasant thing for the drow to recollect on, he didn't regret having asked about it. "You'll never see things on 'the surface,' like you should have been able to. I'll never know the pain you suffered under it. But we can try," Veryan said, his voice allowing to escape some empathy.

"You should have been a 'surface elf,' Xuneari," Veryan commented, thinking about the drow's eyes; closing his own so he might picture them in his mind. Although it wasn't exactly as if the guard were making this comment only because Xuneari's very un-drow-like colored eyes, he rather just felt that it was unfair that this drow hadn't been given a fair chance from birth. "I would let you out to see it all if I had the keys," Veryan mentioned. He was floating almost slightly off topic, but to him it was all connected. He was beginning to understand why higher elves had wanted to give Xuneari a second chance amongst them, and realized it was only everyone else's ignorance that prevented it.

“Perhaps,” said Xuneari with a light shrug as he let go of the bars with his hands and slid down to sit on the floor with his back against the cell door. “Though it isn’t as if I wish I never were what I am. I was quite content with my position in Drow society despite my mother and sisters efforts to put me in my place beneath them. I wasn’t without friends, though some it was hard to say for certain that they were truly my friends. It will be them that I miss the most,” he said the last part with a soft chuckle.

It was apparent that by the way Xuneari talked he was a little more open minded than most Drow. He was more than willing to share this information with Veryan and there was probably more that he would be willing to part with if the elf just asked. Though that wasn’t to say he would reveal information about the society that he came from to just anyone; after all he was still leery of other races.

“I wouldn’t mind seeing it,” he said lightly. Unlike most of his people he would have been more than happy to explore the rest of the world, to get away from his people and their cities, out of the ‘survival of the fittest’ mindset that such a place created. He probably wasn’t as curious as Veryan but he did hold some curiosity for the rest of the world and its inhabitants even if he was prejudice.