An unexpected surprise (Evara)

[Nethras Alvar]

Nethras had a choice to make, he could either follow his new friend Honovi back to his Dalish clan who now were in danger of being attacked, or he could continue his search for his lost sister, who he now knew had been sold to Templars in the village he where in. It was a tough choice, but Nethras chose his sister above all else, because that had always been his goal and mission. He had promised his mother to watch over her when they had left Denerim, but he had failed when Tevinter slavers took her in the Brecillian forest. Nethras had still scars from that day and not a day went by when he did not think about it, or how his sister may have felt each day since. He hoped she was alright, although he had a feeling that worse things had happened to her during her long travel with the cruel men.

As Nethras walked through the village of Whitfield, heading toward the local Chantry to claim his sister back, he thought only about how it would be to meet her again, not caring at all about the surroundings. His eyes were fixed on the Chantry doors and in fast speed he walked across the street to get there. It was a warm and a sunny day and there was slightly no wind as it only gave a small breeze, Nethras was clad in the typical clothes he always wore; an ancient elven leather armour which he had stolen during his days as a thief and a green cloak. It was magnificent, flexible and very protective, but as well very warm on a hot day. Upon his back he carried his two swords, a quiver of arrows and his bow, well equipped for whatever to come.

For days he had stayed in the village, and with Honovi he had gone around searching for clues. It had led him from one place to another and it had even made him an acquaintance of the local Bann and his wife, who for sure seemed to have trouble of their own. What he and Honovi had discovered, were that the wife of the Bann had been the reason behind everything. She were in league with the Tevinter slavers, as it was she who had funded them, all because she wanted more money by selling elves. It had angered Nethras and he had wanted to kill her, but because of Honovi`s advise not too, he had let her go unpunished. Instead she had got her punishment by other means, from her husband herself who not long after the incident discovered she had killed his lover and bastard son. How he got to know the truth Nethras never knew, though he had a feeling the wife`s chamber maid could be the reason why.

Nethras was ready, more than ever, soon he would meet his sister, but little did he know what soon would happen.

[evara]

Evara slipped down the street, keeping herself in the shade of the buildings. The bright sun gleamed ahead, casting shadows across the town. Shops and streets overflowed with people, their chatter raising higher and higher ever minute. Cotton clouds bowled over each other, tumbling across the open blue sky. The world seemed to be caving in, or getting smaller. Either that or there was just to many people inhabiting the place. Either way, Evara didn't like it. She kept to herself most the time, for if she didn't, she usually got into some sort of sticky situation. That, and she just preferred it over socializing.

As the girl meandered through the streets, the sun began to beat down on her, giving her a sickly feeling. She felt as though she would lose her breakfast, which she had just eaten. Her head began to pound, and the world was spinning uncontrollably. Evara closed her eyes and leaned against the side of a barber shop, hoping the shade and her closed eyes would help her migraine. Not helping, Evara slipped behind the shop, into a small gap between the barber and another building she didn't know of. People eyed her curiously, wondering what on earth she was up to. Her face began to turn white, and she felt like passing out. She quickly sat against the wall of the shop, leaning her head back. She had obviously been in the sun too long, and was ready to get heatstroke. She needed water, though she didn't have any, and the nearest river was miles from there. Evara didn't know what to do.

Spying a Chantry across the yard, Evara knew that the people inside would be willing to help her. She slowly eased herself upward, and inched her way over to the building. As she pushed through the people, many eyes lay on her, concern and wonder hidden beneath them. She hated all this attention, though she knew she needed some water. And she highly doubted these people would be willing to share with her.

[Nethras Alvar]

Heading straight for the Chantry, Nethras remained in his own thoughts as he kept his mind on the future and his sister. Then all of sudden, as he had not noticed the crowd around him, he bumped into a shadowy figure, stumbled and fell straight upon the stranger. For anyone who had been watching across the street it may have looked silly, and it was uncommon that things such as that happened to an elf like Nethras. Never in his life had he been so gone in thoughts that he had lost his footing, it was the first time, and hopefully his only time.

Then as he realized who lay beneath him, he was shocked and surprised to see that it was a woman, not only a woman but also an elf. Who other elves like him chose to walk around on such a place, where humans lived and thrived, it made him wonder. Looking deep into her eyes as he lay on top, he grew more curious, and he wanted to know who she was? She had pretty eyes and was well equipped, was she there for some reasons as well, or was she simply walking through. She did not seem like a Dalish Elf, except her clothes, maybe she was a traveling city elf. Thoughts ran through the mind of Nethras as he tried to think out who she was and why she was there, and he remained silent, only gazing into the female`s eyes for an awkward long time.

When Nethras came back to reality, he sort of woke up from what had seemed to be a clouded dream and just as quickly he withdrew himself off the woman and stood up. Shy and embarrassed of what had transpired, he kindly reached out a hand to help her up. “I apologize, I did not…I did not see.” Nethras spoke in a calm and low voice, trying to explain his actions, hoping she was not to mad at him.