02-27-2010, 03:04 AM
"The city must be about a mile lower," Kej said, lifting a weak arm to point toward a strangely rock-like wall. Shara came over and batted his arm down, glaring at him. When the male raised an eyebrow to question her actions, Shara frowned in protest. She didn't want her city invaded by humans. Not when they were the last elves left to protect it.
"But it is impossible for you to reach," the woman said, her white eyes narrowed. She reached up to finger one of the fangs that hung from her pointed ear, smiling slightly. “Only elves may enter our homeland.”
The look on Kej’s face spoke differently, but he swiftly allowed his sharp features to melt into a stoic expression. Inclining his head, he said nothing, but took on the air of agreement. Both elves were silent for a few moments, and Shara moved to sit beside her companion. She whispered something too low for the normal range of hearing to pick up.
“They’ll defile the sacred city,” the woman hissed, “we can’t let them find it. Not ever.”
The two of them were looking at the bread that Kej held, and it looked as though she was asking for a piece – to which the male broke of a small chunk and handed it to her. A completely normal exchange – unless you were one of them.
“You are too critical of them, Shar.” Kej’s lips barely moved as he breathed his words, but Shara caught them without trouble.
“And you are too trusting.”
His white eyes moved to Alana, and he smiled slightly, continuing the earlier conversation. Apparently they’d had this discussion before, and Kej was tired of having it. “The doorway appears to be sealed,” the elf said smoothly, blinking. “I am uncertain as to whether we can show you an alternate route into the city.”
Shara popped her piece of food into her mouth, chewing happily. Licking her fingers, the woman chuckled in agreement. Both elves seemed to be back to their normal state of observation.
Kej looked from Alana to Lyra, letting his pale eyes linger on the blind woman for a moment. “How do you write?” he asked after watching her for a second, following her pen strokes with his glowing gaze. “Are you not blind?”
Tilting his head, the dark-haired elf watched as she inspected the crystal prizons, and Kej slowly stood. Swaying slightly, the tall man moved toward her, gently falling to his knees beside the blind girl. Slowly waving his hand before her eyes, he frowned. Taking a breath, he paused, and then asked what was on his mind.
"Is it hard?"
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