The Poor Girl

[Love]

You know, now that she thought of it, maybe running wildly through the fields wasn't the best idea. Especially a field were rocks and pebbles laid themselves randomly about. As she lay there, sobbing and holding her swollen ankle, Love decided that she was going to hate Sacae for the rest of her life and curse it with black magic when she was older.

Well of course she didn't mean that, but still; her ankle hurt a lot and it was all the dumb stone concealing grass' fault. Chocking and looking around aimlessly, Love told herself not to cry anymore. She was a big girl now, and she had to stop acting like such a baby! So what if her ankle was probably destroyed for life.

Clutching the book of spells that had fallen from her hands during her accident, Love dragged herself toward the direction which she thought was to lead back to the village where she had been staying at. Finding it hard to stand up, she then resorted to crawling but changed her mind when she saw how muddy the ground was in front of her.

Weeping the girl pulled herself up to a semi standing position and began to walk, dragging her limp left foot and hopping on the other. Needless to say that after a few minutes she fell and landed this time on her face, screaming and wailing her arms.

[Lyar]

Lyar had wandered from the army...

For anyone else it could be considered attempt desertion but with Lyar's ploy of being of mental frailty, he could get away with his much enjoyed walks around...For A privateer it was odd to see one not only wear armor, but also be comfortable on the ground. The dragon and troops were now hidden from view by a hill, and he began humming to himself...then found it odd to hear a second voice accompanying him...

...well not accompanying, more like sobbing. Thus in the direction of the the voice he dashed, his armor making loud clanking noises, as he soon came up the injured shaman, having a temper tantrum on the ground like he would do sometimes just to shake things up with his brother...but this was no fake incident...while he may not have been a healer, he could see an injured leg when he saw it.

" Don't worry my friend." he spoke soothingly, not bothering to keep up a false persona of stupidity, as he knelt down at her side," My name is Lyar: Would like me to take you back to my fellows? We can fix your leg up once we get there." he keep a nice big smile on his face the whole time: he'd seen wounded animals get aggressive, and he didn't know if humans did it too...

[Love]

A first the only thing that came to Love's mind when she heard someone approaching through the clothing that had flown on her head during the second fall was, "Ahh! It's the owner of this place and is going to kick me off for trespassing" and had been prepared to crawl away in an instant, dragging herself through the mud and dirt. Thankfully, it was not that kind of person.

Biting her lip, both out of bashfulness and somewhat excruciating pain, Love nodded, deciding from probably the first time in her life not to scream at a male stranger and instead, listening because he was talking nicely. It did not strike the girl however, that someone like ... him ... wandering through the fields of Sacae by himself and seemingly unarmed was a rather strange thing.

Blinking and getting tears on her eyelashes, Love grabbed a handful of grass and tried pulling herself up again. It was of course, a failing attempt that resulted only a bunch of grass being pulled up into the air and landing on her outfit. It was probably bad to try getting up again. Too bad it was a MAN who was helping her not a woman. Would have made her a lot more comfortable....

[Lyar]

Lyar kept smiling during this whole squirming moment, before he put a hand gently on her shoulder," I'll take that as a 'Yes'. I'll carry you back, it may be uncomfortable at first, but it will be better than your walking on a hurt leg, right?" and with this, he slowly picked her up in her arms, using his great strength to his assistance, grunting slightly as he was still carrying two backpacks filled with supplies, along with his axe, all on his back. However, he then realized one thing he forgot to do first, and thus the giant tower of a man looked down to her face," Oh! Terribly sorry my good friend...stranger...person? Sorry again, for I'm just terrible with introductions: My name is Lyar, at your service."

[Love]

The hero rescuing damsel in distress type moment didn't shake Love out of her cocoon, but it was sweet that was happening. She was probably all covered in mud now, and getting the man's clothing all dirty. She would have to apologize later. Blinking and looking up into the man's face as he spoke, Love decided that she should trust him after all. He seemed nice enough anyway. She hoped he wasn't going to sell her off....

"Oh.." A fake cough and Love pretended to semi-faint to avoid saying her own name. She was bashful about it. Plus, who knows what kind of thing this Lyar did anyway. No. She could not trust strangers to easily now. Not after the incident.

Sighing and going limp, Love waited until this was over. She hoped it wouldn't last long, as she couldn't keep a very convincing fainting spell.

[Lyar]

Lyar may have not been as smart as Mavick, but he was still capable of sensing getting the minor cold shoulder," Oh don't worry now, It's not like I'm going to, I don't know, sell you off like the bandits of these parts do." he laughed in his own hearty way before continuing to lumber back to the others," But if you don't want to tell me your name, that's quite alright with me, people being impolite towards me is more common than you'd think!" again a laugh, this time to shove away the pain he had to go through just to keep his brother's Napoleon Complex in tact...

[Love]

She turned red, even though it was semi impossible to tell. More awkward than bashful, Love had to squirm a bit before faking a recovery. "Uh..." She wasn't sure what to say now, looking up into Lyar's face, eventually she decided on letting loose just this once. After all, since she wasn't being sold anymore (well not like she was going to be sold before), she might as well as spill.

"I'm Love," She blinked twice to get the shining sun out of her eyes. "And thank you so much for helping me." There she said it. Might have sounded a bit forced, but she said it. Of course she meant it. She just wasn't comfortable enough to say it normally yet.

[Lyar]

"There that wasn't so hard was it?" his usual super happy smile here, as he began trudging up the hill, and from where she was, she could see the massive load he was carrying, as he looked at her robes," You know, I hate to pry...but are you per chance some sort of magic practitioner?" his smile remained as he began contemplating how he could convince the others back at camp that she was lying when they heard her talk about him using all these big words...

...maybe she was delusional at the time he rescued her...yes...that may work...or he could flat out tell her his situation and ask her...yeah, the later would probably be better...in a moment he'd tell her...yeah.

[Love]

Something was wrong. Love could tell. No man could remain THAT happy, even if he rescued someone. But she wouldn't think much of it now.

Maybe she should walk. Lyar looked a bit tired and Love didn't want to remain here forever [although it felt good] . "Ummm.." Thinking it was too rude to dismiss any questions since after all, she was being carried. CARRIED! For goodness sakes.

"Yes." She was hesitant to say SHAMAN, as she used her disguise of a cleric but decided to tell the truth. Like why not? She had come this far. Might as well as close her eyes and image the guy was her father or brother or something. "I am a...shaman. And I have done magic...all my life." She looked up and blinked, half expecting Lyar to drop her for being who she was or something.

[Lyar]

"Oh, your like my little brother then! He is a practitioner of the Elder Magicks as well." he paused, as they made it to the top of the hill. He was sweating slightly, mostly because he hadn't expected the girl to weigh much more than Mavick, who we all known is a tiny tiny man. Once they reached the top, their before them was the army.

"Now before we go down, i need to ask you a favor. To protect my brother, I have taken the guise of a simple minded...well, actually more along the lines of a mentally disabled man...please don't ruin it...my brother wouldn't be able to stand it knowing I was smarter than I really am..."

an odd question at best...but best be honest with her as well.

OOC: After your post I'll move us to the main thread.

[Love]

Dot. Dot. Dot. That was Love's reaction. It was A LOT to take in, but Love could understand it. It was touching how much he cared for his brother.

Having suffered err..things before, Love was quick to accept ruses like the one Lyar was playing. She looked over the horizon at the bottom of the hill and spoke. "Ok. First. I won't ruin it. I promise that." She was a person who hid in disguises and under sacks. She knew how hard it was to keep an identity. Love did hesitate however before replying again.

"Your brother. Where is he?" Love was thinking that she owed him one, after carrying her so far and all.

Thinking of brothers kinda made Love said. Her thoughts went to if she could have protected her own family. But that was the past. Now was the future. It was time to move on. Love had decided that a long time ago.