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This is a private roleplay between CrystalKitsune85 and Worm.
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Moira was from a farmer's family. Even elves had caste systems. She wore the tarnished skin of a daily worker. Her hair was still a long, silken silver which she pulled away from her face into a ponytail. Strands fell around her eyebrows, green eyes peeked out beneath them. She was taller than her younger brother, and just as tall as the oldest. Being the only daughter was tough. You were pushed as hard as the boys, but overprotected at the same time. Right now, she felt lucky to get away from her family.

Bands of sunlight streamed from in between branches. Her favorite spot was in the forest of Venmenor. There was a secluded pond which she often dipped in. Today, she decided it an excuse to pick berries. After all, it was beautiful outside. The smell of forest mildew made her smile from cheek to cheek. She had a sprinkling of freckles just above her nose which were illuminated in the sunlight.

The forest was normally calm, but today it seemed quiet. She lifted her head to the sky, saw birds flocking away. Her instincts were peaked. She began running, her movements stealthy and quiet. She leapt for cover beneath the trees, her bow cocked. Then, when she least expected it, a doe came running beneath her. And then another. Moira was shaking, knowing that something big was nearby.

She shifted forward to aim and before she knew it, she was slipping. Her foot didn't catch the branch as she'd hoped. With that misstep, she fell backwards from the branch and had to catch herself. Alas, all that she could grasp was the hard forest floor. She fell onto her ankle, it snapped under her weight. She let out a groan, looking at her basket spilling berries out onto the floor. She cringed, trying to get back onto her foot but any pressure shot arrows of pain up her spine. In the corner of her eye, she could swear she saw another elf.

Moira watched as the boar reared its head, ready to charge. It was as if all of the animals in the area were angered by something that Moira was unable to understand. She sat, cringing in pain, looking over at the boar with tear filled eyes, hoping that someone would give her some sympathy. And then, there he was.

She would've jumped from his presence, if she hadn't already sensed him near. She bit her lip, looking him over. There was something strange about him, but she couldn't put her finger on it. Even the boar seemed intimidated by the man. Moira tried to stand again, only to fall fast. She wasn't one to take help if she didn't need it, but she regrettably needed it. So she grabbed the man's hand, hoping that he would pull her up. "Why, thank you." She was surprised that someone would be here just in time. After all, if he weren't here, she'd be shit out of luck trying to stop a boar from pummeling her with no way to run.

Moira was scooped up by the gentleman with ease, her cheeks turning pink in the moment. Before she could thank the man, she was asleep. And surely this was all part of her dream somehow.

She smelled smoke and opened her eyes. She was in an unfamiliar place. She wanted to jump up and get her bearings, but her foot was bandaged and propped. Was it real then? Moira groaned, rubbing her head. The sheets were soft, the room was well lit and decorated. It seemed like someone of high status would live here. She let out a meek attempt for attention. "Hello? Anybody here?" She still hadn't the slightest clue as to how she'd gotten here in the first place.

When she lifted her head again, the familiar elf looked around the corner. She remembered how she broke her ankle in a flood of memories. But still, she didn't remember getting here. She held her head, still spinning. She sniffed the air, smelling less like smoke and more like food now. Her stomach gurgled in response. He placed the tray in front of her, and she blushed. It smelled different than her mother's cooking, but good nonetheless.
"Well thank you - Kerian." Moira watched him bow, dipping her head in response.

"You may call me Moira." She smelled the steam coming off of the stew, excited to eat. "I'm from Xanaros Village." She peeked her head to try and find a window where she could get her bearings. "Where are we?" She asked in a hushed voice, holding the spoon above her bowl of stew.

The elf took a couple of spoonfuls of the stew, trying to really absorb its flavor. Though she did in fact prefer more green in her food, it was actually pretty good, albeit a bit salty. She smiled when he gave her other food options. She shook her head. "This is all so much. I couldn't ask you for anything else." Moira sipped another spoonful of the hot stew. It was healing in itself. She wondered what kind of meat it was, leaning towards deer or maybe boar.

As he explained the amenities of his home, Moira looked around. She actually didn't notice that the stone walls were part of a cave. "Wait, you built this place yourself? That's incredible!" She gasped, now appreciating the space even more. "But how?" She remembered her father and brothers rebuilding their home when it was struck down by humans. It took them days to build a simple tree-home. To hollow out a cave seemed like it would take immense manpower. She wasn't sure how much of Kerian's story was true. There was something increasingly peculiar about him.

She tried to feel comfortable in the man's presence. After all, he did rescue her. There was something that kept Moira suspicious. She blushed, bowed, and thanked the man at every opportunity. She nodded at the idea of sleep, however, she wasn't sure if she would be able to. She wasn't usually this agreeable. The elf just felt so incapacitated, that she felt there was no choice.

As she looked towards the outside, she wondered what her family thought. She wondered if they worried. "Do you think... Do you think you could tell my family that I'm okay? Perhaps carry a letter to them?" Though she would preferably be returned to them now, she was happy to hear that Kerian planned on returning her. Her eyes were red and droopy. Though the steam of hot food seemed to perk her up, she was stressed. In a foreign environment, everything seemed stressful. So she tried her best to remain a lady. "And... I think I would like to... Use your... Err, relieve myself." Her knees folded over each other, in attempts to hold it in. Her face was bright pink, looking down at the sheets.

It felt good to be outside. The sound of the waterfall helped Moira with her stage fright. After the deed was done, she was whisked away again. The man seemed to carry her with ease. It made her bubble up in her stomach as if they were flying. Upon returning to her bed, she felt a sense of dread. She would never want to be trapped somewhere.

"I think I would like to write it now, if that's alright?" She knew she wouldn't be able to sleep much tonight. She had too many questions on her mind. Who was this gentleman? Why was he so stoic? What was he hiding? How did he get to her just in time? Was this all just a coincidence aligned by the stars?

"What of your family? What are they like?" She smiled, letting down her hair finally. Long strands of silvery blonde fell over her shoulders. Her eyes glowed with curiosity.