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 Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 7:49 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 7:49 pm
A Fiery Meeting
Isabella was resting peacefully, enjoying the warmth of the glowing rays of sunlight that shined upon her. It was another quiet day, filled with few worries and little to care about. After all, her existence in the valleys was marked by being uncharacteristically uneventful. While so many other ponys were off on adventures of high risk and romance, she was...not. She sighed, "I guess that's my lot in life..."
Wondering where Arda had gone, the protective Orme had wanders out of the wood and was now watching from the eaves of the Emerald Wood. He had found Arda, but left her alone, smiling to himself as he saw his younger sister watching the male from the ball. Perhaps that ball hadn't proved a waste for the young male, since he had apparantly fallen for the heir of the Emerald Wood.
But now, Orme found himself enjoying the outside, and didn't want to immediatly return to the Emerald Wood. As much as he loved his home, he was beginning to see why his older sister, Luuva, had left so often as a child. There was something alluring about being away from the definate safety of the wood. For now, he delighted in resting, leaning his strong weight against the rough bark of an oak as he watches the sun dance across the long grasses.
The unicorn pushed herself up from the ground, her boredom and weariness overshadowing the simple joy of basking in the sun. "I have to do something..." she said to herself kicking at the ground, a tiny whips of flames accompanying the action. She paused in consideration...then smiled kicking her hooves in the air and spinning around. A whirl of flames accompanyed her actions as she spun in the field, spiraling around her without touching the vegetation upon which she danced. The simple act may not have been much, but it always brightened her day.
Orme blinks in slight astonishment! There appeared to be a fire storm working its way across the grassy field, yet the delicate and dry grasses were untouched. Still...He looks up at the magnificent Emerald Oak he was sheltering under...he could not risk such a rush of fire getting to close to his home. Falmar and Tyelka alone could not douse a fire, and in this dry season he doubted all the flame users in his herd could contain it completely. He bunched up the well formed muscles in his legs and pushes off with a rush, propelling himself at a very decent pace towards the rush of flame.
Isabella continued to whirl about as if lost in her own world. All the while the flames around her continued to grow higher and higher, whipping and arching around her as she was spinning, singing softly to herself.
Orme growls, a menacing sounds that came from deep in his throat, as he curses the fact that he didn’t have a talent like his sister. But he did have his strength! As an elf, and the only son of a warrior, he had undergone vigorous training as a child and had developed the slender strength that was typical of the elves. But of course he had left his weaponry behind when he followed his sibling. Damn, this would hurt! But he knew he could never forgive himself if he could have prevented harm from coming to the woods. But he also had a sense that whatever was causing the torrent had no evil intent, his perception picking up on at least that much without seeing their eyes. He assumed whoever it was was simply ignorant of the potential danger. The only way to stop it, while not harming it, would mean a few small burns.
Orme hurls himself in front of the torrent of flame, crouching low so that he just caught the bottom of it, hoping it would let go of its attack before falling to the dry ground.
Isabella gasped in surprise as she felt her feet swept out from beneath her, her flames instantly expiring as she fell to the ground. But instead of landing on the rough dried grasses, she found her fall softened by something...or someone! "That's a funny way to say hello..." she said in her slightly dazed state.
"And dancing in a swirling storm of fire towards a forest is a funny way to try to meet people" Orme attempts to grimly joke back, though for the time being he was more worried about the burns across his back where he had met with her flame. They ached horribly and he figured he should get to Paluure or his siblings or even his mother before they closed over at scarred. But he somewhat forgets that train of thought as he looks up, squinting into the sun that blinded him as he tries to make out the face of whoever he had tripped.
"They weren't hurting anything..." she protested before catching sight of his back and gasping. "Well, not until you jumped in." She scrambled off him and turned to examine the burn marks more closely, "Those look painful...you shouldn't have done that."
Orme snorted and forced a grin onto his handsome face. "Sorry, when your trained from birth to protect something, you don't think before acting!" and yes, they were painful, but he really didn't want to think about it. Sometimes ignoring it made it hurt less and he would be able to tolerate the pain until he could get back into the woods.
"Acting without thinking can get you burned," she said giving him a pointed look that eventually softened slightly back to an expression of concern. "I'm sorry, first off, are you alright?"
“A lifetime of training is not so easily overruled My Lady” he says with a slight groan, attempting to shift his weight so he could stand. But the burned skin across his back had already begun to tighten, making moving the muscles quite painful. Due to this he missed her late question.
"I'm going to take that as a 'no'," she said watching him with a concerned frown. "Just...don't move for a little while...maybe I can go find someone or...something..." She cursed her own inability to control her talent better as well as the fact that she knew next to nothing about treating burn wounds. After all, she never burnt herself with her flames.
Orme chuckles oddly enough considered his condition. "I appriciate the concern my lady, but I do not think you will be able to find anyone on your own" he gestures to the looming shadow of the Emerald Wood.
"Oh..." the unicorn said softly raising her eyes to the immense woods. "They're very...intimidating."
Orme smiles "Not really, not if you know it like I do! It is a place of safety and beauty, it is my home..."
"Oh," she said again in a slightly different tone. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize..."
Orme chuckles yet again "It is quite alright Milady, it is my fault for not introducing myself" he begins to make the motion to stand, but winces and stops, smiling apologitically for his lack of manners. "I am Lord Orme Turumber, son of Lady Diandriel and Lord Turin, Prince of the Emerald Wood!"
"You're a prince?" she blinked in surprise. "A real prince?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 7:51 pm
I Apologise for the Pain
Orme manages a slight grin. 'Unfortunatly! Though I doubt it is not in the sense that you think! We elves are quite different from the rest of the world!"
"Oh, still...I've managed to burn a prince," she paled slightly and clutched at her throat. "You guys don't believe in beheading or anything like that, do you?"
Orme blinks in suprise "My dear, do not worry! We are not some vengeful evil race" he chuckles.
"Ah, that's a bit of a relief..." she said sighing. "But I am really very sorry about the whole burning thing..."
"Well I appriciate the sincerity of your apology Miss..." he raises an eyebrow and looks at you "I believe I am still unwaware of who you are?"
"Oh, Isabella," she answered flushing slightly. "My name's Isabella of..." she shrugged. "Well, no where in particular."
Orme smiles and bows his head, an awkward gesture from his position on the ground. "Well it is a pleasure to have met you, miss Isabella" he lifts his head again and winces again as the neck movement pulls the skin across his back. "I am aware that we have just met, but my dear, may I ask a favour of you?"
"Yes, of course," she said quickly. "Anything. Is there someone I can find or something I can get that will help you?"
Orme lets out another small chuckle. Truthfully, he was feeling quite shy, he was too much like his quiet father, but he was trying to hide that fact. "Honestly, I hope it will not be too much trouble, but would you be able to aid me home? I just need someone to lean on, and when we get there I can see Lady Paluure or my sister about the burns!"
"Are you sure you want to be moved?" she asked frowning again at the burns. Moving in his state would be...painful, very painful.
Orme shrugs, winces, regrets the movement and nods instead. “Well my dear I do not see many options! You cannot get into the wood on your own, nor can you contact my mother in any other way. And I fear, with neither of us having any healing talents, I have no options if I wish to avoid infections” he offers her a slight smile that actually shows a bit of his shy side.
]"Alright if you're sure..." she said timidly leaning down to help him. "Just make sure you tell me if I move to fast or too slow - I don't want to hurt you again - alright?"
Orme smiles his thanks and leans his weight against her, finding the sudden shock the contact caused a little suprising. "Please, do not worry! None of it was your fault, it was all mine!" he grunts a little as he stands and the skin pulls and tears, but otherwise makes no outward sign of his pain. He thinks about his father, who had once ignored multiple wounds all over his body in order to protect his mother during a battle long ago. If he could do that, Orme could handle some simple wounds. Still, the sudden shock he fealt startled him as some of his mothers woods seep into his mind.
"Are you alright?" Isabella asked shifting, trying to support his weight the best she could without causing him further harm. "Well, as alright as can be expected under the circumstances at least?"
"We elves do extensive training from the time we are born. We are taught to handle pain, and while it may seem overly painful, I can still make it into the wood"
"If you say so," she said glancing at him with uncertainty as she gingerly moved forward. "But that doesn't mean you should suffer any more than you have to." As she helped him, Isabella continuously watched his face for any signs of discomfort fearful his training might prevent him from mentioning it aloud.
Orme concentrates for a moment, finds his inner core of strength, and when he looks up again his face was a mask of calm and when he speaks his voice was steady. "I agree that staying still would be ideal, but I can only lay there for so long my dear" he smiles and gestures to a entrace almost completely hidden by the hanging branches of a pair of willows.
"Wow..." she remarked softly spotting the entrance. "I never would have noticed that...but I suppose that's the general idea." She carefully maneuvered them past the branches trying her best to keep the greenery from scraping against Orme's raw skin.
Orme smiles and silently appreciates the gesture she was making to keep him comfortable. “Do you know a lot about the Emerald Wood then?”[/color
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 7:52 pm
Entrance to the Emerald Wood
"Actually, the first I've heard of it was from you," she said quietly. "Is it very big then?"
"Larger then it appears from the outside" he smiles "I am slowly finding most ponies in the valley had at least heard rumour of it, since so many herds are connecting with my own"
"Oh, I guess I don't usually spend a lot of time with others," she said with a shy smile. "Usually everyone's so involved with their own families or adventures that I feel..." She shook her head, "Awkward. I just don't like I belong with them."
Orme nods “Aaye, I knew that feeling once! My parents are legendary among the elves, my younger sister is heir to the wood and my older sister already has a family of her own. I am just the son left in the middle.” He points quickly to the path, since she had been about to veer off it into the deep darkness of the first phase.
"Oh, thank you," she said adjusting her step back to the path. "You said you knew the feeling once, how did you get past it?"
“I trained” he says simply as he stumbles and leans more heavily on her with a grunt. “We elves, even though we are in a time of peace, believe we should all be well learned in both out talents and common weaponry. My training gave me something my sisters did not, and that was all I needed to remedy the loneliness that had overtaken me”
"Maybe we should take this a little slower," Isabella suggested gently as she shifted to better support his weight. "So you overcame your loneliness by filling your time with something else..."
Orme nods and smiles, gratified by the easier pace, though the lamenting the fact it would now take them even longer to reach the wood. "Aaye, when I threw myself whole heartily into my training I found the pain no longer ached"
"Maybe I should find something like that to take up my time..." she mused to herself quickly adding. "Maybe something that appears a little less harmless. Though I've really been making progress with my talent lately, even if I an only use it for show..." She winced glancing at the marks on his back. "Well, at least for the most part it's only for show..."
Orme offers her a small smile "At least now I will have some scars! I was feeling as though I was lacking between my father and Aros"
Isabella smiled shyly at him, "You are very sweet. But I still feel horrible about burning you, accident or not. I suppose I should have spent more time learning to control the flames themselves instead of just how they looked."
Orme’s eyes soften along with the smile. “You are already better off then Kulda my dear! He cannot control his talent unless his younger sister is around. He can only create, it is Kulina who manipulates!”
"You know others with abilities like mine?" she asked with great interest.
He blinks at her “Aaye, there is an entire family of flame users in my herd!” he wondered if she had truly been so isolated that she truly thought she was the only one with flame talents.
"Wow," she remarked softly. "I would love to see how they use their abilities..."
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 7:53 pm
Secrets of the Emerald Herd
Orme grimaces, this time not from the pain but realization. “Well even if the herd won’t like it, you will probably get to meet them!”
Isabella faltered slightly, "Why would your herd not like it?"
Orme stumbles painfully as she falters and immediately regretted his words and wished he could have been so tactful. “I am sorry my dear, I had forgotten you have not heard of the Emerald Wood. It is not that they will not like you, but that they do not enjoy unsuspected company! We are usually required to get permission from either my parents or one of the four before we invite someone from another herd into the wood” he grimaces as he rights himself. “Though I am sure they will understand the circumstances!”
"Opps, sorry!" Isabella said quickly rightening herself and trying to focus more on the smile act of walking. "I didn't realize..." She tilted her head curiously, "What do you mean by 'one of the four'?"
Orme blinks heavily as he fights mentally with a small wave of pain that accompanied the myriad of quick movements. “the four” he says blurrily as he finishes regaining his mental control. “The four, my dear, are the elven gods”
"Oh..." she said in awe. "There are gods that live among you?"
"Aaye, four! Lady Paluure, Lord Falmar, Lady Tanyah and Lord Aiwenor." he looks at her strangly as he once more points out the pathway "Why, do you not have any gods living amongst your herd?"
"There are many creatures that live among my herd," she said slowly. "Angels, demons, vampires, hunters, warriors, benders, dragons... but none who claim themselves to be a god."
Orme raises an eyebrow “It is not an idle claim Isabella” he says her name with a heave accent, rolling the L’s “They truly are our gods!”
"Sorry, I didn't mean to suggest..." She shook her head and sighed before asking tentatively, "So...what are they like?"
"It is quite alright my darling! They are, different, to be sure, but in no way do they look down on us" he looks ahead to where the path would soon be entering the blinding light of the second phase. "But I am sure you will run into at least one of them when we reach my home!"
"Oh..." this was certainly turning out to be a strange day. First she meets a prince, now she was going to encounter gods...
Orme offers her a small smile “If it worries you my dear we can avoid any meetings today. We can find my mother and have her let you out of the woods and you will never have to meet any of them...” or likely see me again, he thinks painfully. He wasn’t sure what it was, but he felt a strange connection to her, and he knew if he never saw her again life would not hold any of the light it had before.
She returned a timid smile, "I'm more worried about seeing that you're taken care of. You don't have to worry about me, I'll be alright." She hoped she'd spoken with more confidence than she felt. Though honestly she felt she was doing pretty well considering all of the new things that she was experience and learning. Now she just had to keep going and make sure Orme's burns were healed before worrying more about anything else.
Orme smiles “Well my dear Isabella, I appreciate your concern for my well being” he says with complete sincerity, his accent always becoming more noticeable when he said her name.
"Of course," Isabella smiled feeling her cheeks flush. It seemed to happen every time he said her name with his unique accent. "It is the least I can do."s
Orme notices her flush but tactifully doesn't draw any attention to it as he watches the pathway as it swiftly switches from the deep darkness of the first phase to the blinding light and swirling images of the second phase. 'Watch your step my dear!"
"Oh my!" She closed her eyes briefly and eased into a slower pace as her eyes struggled to adjust to the brilliant lights. "What is this place?"
"This, my darling, is the second level of protection in the Emerald Wood. While the shadows may lose an unwary traveller, the light holds beauty and mystery, and oft images of loved ones lost can appear in the lights midst"
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 7:56 pm
Dark Past of the Woods
"Oh..." she said softly. "That seems almost...sad. Those who are drawn here by is radiance would find themselves met with ghosts from the past."
Orme nods “Aaye it may seem sad, but it is an important measure for our safety. If we protected ourselves only with darkness the drow would easily be able to reach us, and others could walk right in. We need something to draw unwary strangers that could mean us harm away from the herd.”
"Your herd seems to take many protective measures, with the secret entrance and these realms of shadows and light," she noted and glanced at him curiously. "And you, yourself are a warrior. Do you have many enemies?"
Orme decides to answer her first question "Why of course! But due to these measures we are able to let our young roam around our home freely without worry that they will be hard. We no longer have to carefully watch their every movement, instead they are free to explore and play as they see fit, so long as they stay withing the confines of the forest!" he grins proudly at her proclamation that he was a warriors "Not personally, but the herd does. In the time of the great war our herd made a great enemy, and though he was banished to darkness many years ago, we still fear he may one day seek to return"
"I suppose that does well to explain the many safety measures," Isabella said softly. "How did your herd manage to create these various realms? There's a lot more here then simple element manipulation..."
Orme shakes his head “No, only element’s went into this, but a powerful melding of the elements. It is mostly the work of the gods, but my mother put a lot into the growing as well.”
"Wow..." Isabella said in awe. "She much be very powerful to have helped the gods create all this."
Orme chuckles "Who, my mother? I guess you could say that! She is the chosen of earth, as well as a high Eldar! She had much power at her disposal!"
"I can only imagine," she said daring to let her eyes take in the realm. "This is all so incredible. I never would have imagined so much was hidden within the woods."
Orme grins “That was the main idea when it was built. The elves used to be very solitary and they did not want anyone to be drawn to the wood in an attempt to find them.”
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 7:57 pm
History of the Loriand Family
"And now?" she asked curiously. "You had said before that more seemed to know about your family, then they are becoming more sociable?"
Orme nods “My older sister has mated with a male from another herd and has gone into the woods to give birth, an old family tradition. I suspect she should be bring my lovely nieces and nephews out anytime soon. Even Arda, my younger sister, who was awefully shy, has been spending more time of the woods. It may take a bit longer for my parents to be ready to leave, it is still hard for Amir to leave after her banishment!”
"Amir?" Isabella tilted her head.
“Aaye, it means mother in my native tongue. I apologise, we spend so much time amongst our own we oft forget outsiders do not know our language!”
"Oh," she frowned in confusion. "What do you mean banishment? I thought she was nearly as powerful as the gods?"
Orme’s eyes wander as he recalls his family history “The story is a long one, but the former king, my mothers step father, blamed my mother for my grandmothers death, and banished her from the wood for an overly long time!”
"I can see why she wouldn't want to leave the woods," Isabella said quietly. "To be forced from one's home for so long...anyone would be hesitant to leave again."
Orme nods. “She was not allowed to see her friend, her home, her brother, or even my father, that she loved even then!”
"That must have been horrible..." the unicorn said feeling a great compassion for this woman that she'd never met who had endured such hardships.
"Aaye, though I truly believe the hardest part for her was knowing she was blamed for her mothers death." he closes his eyes, but when he opens then again he was smiling "Yet Amir has survived many hardships and only been rendered stronger for it."
"She sounds like an amazing woman," she said softly.
Orme puffs up his chest and grins “Aaye, my lineage is one I can be overly proud of” he glances sideways at her “If you wish I may introduce you to my mother when we reach the center of the wood.” And though he did not yet understand why, he hoped fervently that she would approve of Isabella.
]"Oh dear," she laughed, softly, nervously. "How would you introduce me? As the silly girl who was playing with fire..."
Orme chuckles "I had not gotten so far as to complete the speach my dear"
"Speech?" she blinked questioningly as her mind raced.
I am in so far over my head... Isabella thought to herself as they walked. Gods, and warriors, and elementals...I don't belong in a place like this... But she knew there was no going back now. Orme needed her and she just couldn't desert him. By this point it wasn't a matter of guilt or a feeling of responsibility that kept her there, walking along side him constantly checking his features for signs of distress. She truly wanted to see him get the help he needed, to see that he would be alright....why? Well, that was a different matter entirely. Maybe it was because she enjoyed listening to him tell her about his family, about his home, or she liked how he said her name or how he always addressed her with an endearment. But that must be how he talks to everyone, she told herself. Don't try and make this into something it's not. Life isn't like a fairy tale...
Orme smiles after considering her lost expression for a moment “Aaye my dear, I would not wish to embarrass you with such a silly introduction so I must think of a more...generous way to introduce you to my mother!”
"You really don't have to do that..." she said shyly.
”But my Dearest Isabella, I do!” because if I don’t I will not be forgiven for bringing a stranger into the woods he tilts his head to one side as he thinks But also I want to, for I want mother to think well of her though still the prince did not know why.
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 7:59 pm
Into the Woods
"Well...let's see to your injuries first," Isabella said quietly as she eyed the area ahead. "I'm so worried I'll get us lost in here. Which way do we go now?"
"Look down" he instructs "Each path is different and has different markers. This is the path of the stars. See the tiny white stones mixed in with some of the earth, while the rest is just black dirt? Stay on the stones and you won't get lost" great, I'm going to get in even more trouble for indulging one of the paths secrets he winces, but not from pain.
Isabella did as he instructed, her eyes widening as she saw the tiny dots of white against the black. "You're right, there they are!" She smiled sheepishly at him, "I feel silly for not noticing them sooner..."
Orme smiles "Don't, its not overly obvious. We design these things so that we can see them, and use them to teach the young ones how to navigate the trails. But we pruposely make them less noticable so that strangers in our wood will not be able to so easily find us!"
"Another safeguard," Isabella nodded in understanding now glancing down to the path every so often to make certain she was taking them the right way.
He smiles "We must seem like such a nervous bunch to you, with all our safegaurds and our hidden home!"
She smiled in return, "Perhaps more cautious than nervous. But considering what you've said, I imagine having enemies makes such precautions necessary for the safety of your herd."
Orme nods and smiles, relieved that she understood where so many judged them and saw the elves as nothing more then a skittish rabble. “I am glad you understand, and yes, thats true. Even if Dark was banished long ago, we have need to fear he may some day return!”
"Though hopefully not anytime soon," Isabella said softly.
Orme nods solemnly in agreement. “We all hope such a thing. My parents are so enjoying the peace that they thought so long to attain, I pray they can at least enjoy it long enough to see their grandchildren grow.” He knew as soon as the Neomancer came back his mother would take it upon herself to face him. Long ago she had hung up her travel clothes, her bow, her dagger, but he feared someday she would pull them back out and prepare to fight another war. A war the herd could barely afford.
"I hope so too," Isabella found herself saying. It was strange, she'd only known Orme for a very short amount of time and she'd never met his family yet she was concerned for them and for this herd that lived in these woods.
Orme chuckles suddenly and turns a bright grin on her "I am sure my herd will appriciate the sentiment dearest Isabelle" he turns his gaze forward again as they leave the lights behind and enter the large clearing by the lake where the herd lived.
"Oh my..." she said softly as her eyes adjusted and took in the sight. She turned and gave him a small smile, "I guess we made it."
"I had no doubts we would dearest Isabelle" he replies as his emerald eyes scan the herd dotting the clearing for sign of his parents or Lady Paluure.
"Now..." she said as her eyes also scanned the area. "Who do we find to help you?"
Orme's eyes narrow as he studies the herd. Something was wrong, they seemed too worried, afraid, tense. It wasn't normal. He looks back at Isabella, though he was unable to completely hide the tension in his eyes "Either My Mother or Lady Paluure, since Arda is out of the wood at the moment" But should she be? If something was wrong perhaps he would have to go find his sister.
Isabella frowned in concern catching the change in his eyes. "What is it?" she asked quietly.
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 8:00 pm
He’s Back
He forces a cheerful smile "Nothing Dearest Isabella" he assures, not wanting to worry her at all. He gestures with his head towards a white child chatting with a green baby a little ways from them. "There is Nyelle, she will know where Lady Paluure is!"
Nyelle spotted Orme and grins, trotting over to him. "Kundu Orme, Yeeta, I talma anto and Paluure Amir Tamba anto" she says quickly and fluently
Isabella could only gap at the child for a moment. I am in so far over my head... "Um, Orme?" she looked at him hoping he could explain.
Orme smiles and translates “Prince Orme, Look, I found him and Mother Paluure said I could keep him” he chuckles “Nyelle is the guardian of shadows, a strange name for a smile white child, I know, but her job is to wander the dark part of the woods and guide travellers out. She must have found this child lost in the woods and as a result Lady Paluure adopted him!”
"Oh," Isabella said regarding the bright little girl curiously. It seemed like such a great responsibility for one so young. Oh wait... "Could she tell us where to find Lady Paluure?" Isabella asked glancing back to Orme.
Orme nods "Of course.."
"Prince Orme" the girl pipes in, using the common tongue now that she realised their guest didn't speak elven. "I can't go into the shadows anymore? Mama Paluure said its too dangerous."
Orme's eyes narrow. "Why would it be too dangerous Nyelle, you always wander the darkness and you are always safe!"
Nyelle shakes her head "Mama didn't really tell me. She just said He's Back!"
Isabella frowned not liking the way that sounded. She watched Orme's expressions carefully, "What is she talking about?"
Orme silently calms himself before turning to Isabella with a warming smile. He didn’t want to worry her. He was his families problem, and as upsetting as it may be, he did not yet want to add to her worries. She still looked too distraught over his burnt back. “It is nothing to worry you about my darling! Come, Lady Paluure will be in the north end of the lake with her children. We should go find her!”
"Right, of course," Isabella said sparing another glance at his burns. "We need to get you taken care of," she shifted slightly trying to better support his weight before taking slow careful steps towards the north hoping this Lady Paluure was nearby.
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 8:42 pm
Lady Paluure
Nyelle had happily skipped off to play with her new found friend and adopted brother, leaving Orme with Isabella, seeming not worried at all by the princes condition. Orme smiles to himself as he walks. Was it fate, or pure stupidity that led him to Isabella. What a tale that would be, to tell that they met when she accidently burned his dark green back to a crisp. He chuckles to himself, not in the least bit upset about the mishap. In fact he found it rather amusing. “As I have told you before, Dear Isabella, it is not something to overly worry about!”
“No, its not life threatening! But since you wasted so much time taking the paths instead of the old ways you will have a nasty scar!” as exasperated voice said from behind the pair.
Isabella stopped sharply at the voice, only considering a second too late the jolt that would cause Orme. "Sorry!" she said quickly checking on him to make sure he wasn't hurt too badly by her carelessness.
Orme managed to hide his wince of discomfort this time, and had the decency to smile sheepishly. He nods to Isabella, hoping to assure her he was alright. “Oh Come now, I know you can do something about the scar too” he thinks for a moment “Though I’m not sure I want to you” he chuckles, seeming to be talking to a tree at the moment, though the perceptive elf knew there was someone behind it, the shifting shadows of the forest effectively hid them from view.
Isabella continued to watch him with concern for a few moments before seeking out the source of the voice with her own eyes. "Can you helped him?" she asked quietly uncertain of who or what it was she was asking. She glanced at Orme again nervously.
Orme chuckles to himself.
“Goodness Child, I don’t think I have ever seen you laugh so much” the voice exclaims before a forest green pony with golden hair and an image of a great tree on her flank stepped out from behind the tree. She smiles and nods to the worried looking stranger. “Of course I can” she fixes a glare on Orme “But I will leave him with a scare to remind him not to be so foolish next time!” she was not only referring to being burned in the first place, but to the fact that he had brought a stranger into the forest without any warning to anyone else!”
Isabella winced slightly for Orme's sake. "I'm sorry, it was all my fault. Please don't punish him for my mistake."
Paluure chuckles “I doubt he see’s it as punishment” she looks with amusement at Orme’s slight blush and wonders at how easy the child was to read. “Since he was a child training with Aros and Turin he had wished for scars of his own”
Orme forces a chuckle again “Sad but true, when you grow up with males scarred from battle it feels odd to have none yourself” he bows his head slightly to Paluure “But this one would not carry the story Attar’s does.” He seems to remember himself and his head jerks up. “Oh, I’m sorry! Lady Paluure, this is Isabella. Isabella, this is our Lady of Earth, Paluure!”
"Hello," Isabella said shyly staying close to Orme. She felt awkward and uncertain, not knowing how to properly address this lady. She felt like the outsider she was, unaware of the customs and expectations of this world Orme had led her into. All she could do was hope he would help her and that those of his family would be understanding... Or at least as understanding as can be expected under the circumstances, she thought biting her lower lip as she glanced at the burns on Orme's back.
Orme grins as she stands close and wished he could comfort her in some small way, but he also knew that she was likely just frightened. She probably didn't want his attentions any more then a friend. He turns his bright emerald gaze to Paluure. The goddess nods, and, regrettably he moves away from Isabella to stand beside her. She examines his burn, a green glow coming to her eyes as she does so, and slowly she draws on the powers of the earth. Slowly, so that it seems almost like a trick to the eye, the burn fades and the color returns to his back, though it is still a few shades lighter then the rest of him. Not a perfect heal, but thats what he got for being so foolish. Her work done, she steps back a bit, glances at the worried face of Isabella. "Do not worry for him, Miss Isabella, he will live." for now "But Orme, I suggest you seek your parents before doing anything else!" she glances over her shoulder, knowing she should return to her large brood of children. With a nod of farewell to them both, she melts back to the trees.
Orme had hung his head as she talked, knowing everything she said was true. He just hoped his mother would understand the circumstances. When Paluure leaves, he turns to Isabella with a winning smile. "See, good as new!"
Isabella timidly reached out and touched his back, placing her hooves over where the burns had been only moments before. "Then...you are alright now?" she asked with a small hopeful smile.
Orme grins, his back quivering under her touch. "Better then I was before, Miss Isabella!"
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 8:44 pm
Communicating Using the Old Ways
"Oh," she said softly noticing the change in how he addressed her now the same way as the Lady of the Earth had. "Um, should I be calling you something else?" she asked quietly. He probably had some title she was suppose to be addressing him by. He was a prince after all and what was she...nothing.
Orme’s sharp eyes soften as he looks at her and he shakes his head “You can call me whatever you wish my dearest Isabella!”
"Oh," Isabella said quietly. "Yes, I imagine your injuries were foremost in your mind at that point..."
Orme looks at her for a moment, fixing the full intensity of his emerald gaze on her before a small smile quirks the corners of his mother. “Yes, I guess my mind was on my burn!”
For some reason Isabella felt her already burgundy cheeks flushing a darker shade of red under his gaze. "Well..." she managed as she shifted slightly. "I suppose then we should see your parents?"
Orme rolls his eyes, breaking the contact. Of the many things to say to ruin the moment, she had to remind him of his mother. He chuckles slightly and nods his agreement. “I guess we should, I doubt she approves of my putting it off for as long as I have!”
Isabella glanced at him curiously, "But it really couldn't have been avoided, we had to find a healer first..."
Orme grins at her. “Can you promise me you will tell her that? It may make it easier on me!” he says with a chuckle as he turns to go, glancing over his shoulder at her.
"Of course I could," she said following him, the curious expression still on her face. "You don't think she'll believe you?"
”Oh I’m sure she’ll believe the story, but still I technically should have contacted her first, even if I just used the trees to do so!”
Isabella's eyes widened, "You can communicate with the trees?"
Orme looks over his shoulder and blinks at her “Well, yes! We are Emerald Elves, dedicated to Paluure the Goddess of earth, and my mother was Chosen of Paluure. It is one of our gifts to use the old ways and communicate through the trees” he had grown up amongst ponies who knew to be a member of the bloodline of the chosen gave them such gifts, but perhaps she truly didn’t know, she hadn’t known about the woods either. Yes, she would be interesting to show around.
"That is Amazing!" she looked at the trees in wonder beginning to understand just how important they must be for Orme's people. "How does it work?"
”Well, I..” he pauses, then laughs “I don’t know how to explain it. It just does” he glances over at a nearby oak. It would be easier to find his mother if he just contacted her, and in doing so he could demonstrate for Isabella. “Why don’t I show you my dearest Isabella!” he walks to the oak and closes his eyes. When he opens them again they had a slight greenish glow around their edges, not the full glow his mother had but a fraction of her talent. He rests his full concentration on the oak tree and it shivers with the feeling of magic coursing through it. After a few moments of tense crackling silence and voice breaks through the sharp edged leaves of the oak.
“Orme-ion, mista luume lyaa talma I-et”
Isabella felt that familiar flip in her stomach when he called her his 'dearest' but that was soon replaced with a feeling of awe and surprise as she too heard the voice in what could only be the language of Orme's people ring through the tree, "Amazing..."
Orme turns to glance at her, the glow still in his eyes, a smile on his serene face. “Isn’t it thought! I’ve never understood how many can speak it so fluently” he knew she was talking about the communication in general, but he had always admired his mothers, and his sisters, flowing accents. While Orme could still speak it fluently, he couldn’t speak it with such a delicate grace as they did.
He turns back to the tree. “Aiye Amir, I sakkata oiale kuile anda”
Isabella blinked and edged closer to Orme, "What does that mean?"
Orme blushes and looks at her again. “O, well, roughly translated its Greeting Mother, I am sorry for making you wait...but thats a very rough translation. Old Elven doesn’t translate to the common tongue all the time.” He glances back at the tree and listens as another melodic string of elven is spoken. “She said she is with my father at the moment, but she will come find us if we wish to wait by the lake!”
"Oh..." Isabella nodded slowly. "And you're not in any trouble, right?" she asked wanting to make certain he was alright.
Orme chuckles “No, I’m in trouble, but there are more important issues for her to deal with at the moment”
Isabella breathed a quick sigh of relief before giving him another curious look, "Such as?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 8:46 pm
Who is “He”?
Orme blanches and blinks, shaking his head for a moment, flipping pieces of his brown main around his dark green head. He quickly covers his discomfort with one of his flashing grins “It is an issue for those of the Emerald Wood my darling, but if you wish to know, I will tell you!” His eyes turn serious I only ask that you do not try to get yourself involved” it sounded harsh, but truly he just didn’t want her getting hurt, and getting involved could only result in her getting hurt.
"I- well..." she stammered for a moment, caught off guard by the unusual sharpness of his words. "Of course, I understand. I know it's not really my concern anyways, this is your world, your people..."
Orme winces, angry at himself for sounding so rude. He just, he didn’t know how to explain it to her. If she was just a normal pony would he have any issues warning them about the dangers lurking in the shadows? No, of course not! But with Isabella...he worried. He worried that she would worry, that she would somehow get involved, and get hurt. He also worried...no...he shooks his head slightly. He couldn’t think such things, not now. The family was a target! If he admitted...if anyone knew...how special Isabella had quickly become to him, she too would be a target. And Orme couldn’t handle that!
He sighs. “My dearest Isabella, do not think like that! In no way am I trying to keep you out of the woods, I just...” he lifts his eyes up to meet her and his breath catches momentarily “I just worry about what would become of you!”
"What would become of me?" she questioned softly, meeting his eyes with uncertainty. "And what, sweet Orme, is it that you think will become of me that causes you to worry like this?"
A slight flush becomes visible on Orme’s dark green cheeks. “My Dearest Isabella I fear you could be hurt...” he sighs “Though ignorance of the danger would not save you” he realises how stupid he had been in his worry. He also realized that he was still keeping his mother waiting, though with the news drifting on the trees he understood it all. She said she would come, but whispers told of Orme’s nephew lost in the woods, and his mother going to find him. His mother would likely now be tied up with Luuva’s family for awhile, so Orme would have time with Isabella.
The only son of the leader of the Emerald Herd did not have an innate ear for the voices of the trees, and so for a moment he had closed his eyes and listened intently.
When he opens them again he see’s Isabella still waiting for his answer. “Dear Sweet Isabella” he sighs “If you wish to hear the story of my home and the danger that now troubles it, I will tell you!”
"I wouldn't want you to reveal any deeply guarded secrets of the woods or anything an outsider like me isn't suppose to know," she said shifting slightly, pained to admit what should have been so obvious. "I mean, I wouldn't want you to get in trouble or anything..."
Orme smiles, thinking that even in her discomfort she was lovely “It is not some carefully guarded secret my dearest, and I would be no worse for telling you. But it is concerning my home, and anyone even slightly tied to my home, even more so those tied to my family. It is something many ponies wished they didn’t know only because many feel as though the knowledge lays a weight on their shoulders. I do not want to inform you if it will hurt you my dearest, I simply want to ensure you truly want to know.” And he wondered, with a warning like this, would she still want to know, was she strong enough to handle the knowledge. He suspected she would be, but he was still curious.
She tilted her head curiously, "What is it, Orme?"
Orme breaths deeply and gathers his thoughts, he didn't want to stutter through the story. Since he had never lived through one of the wars he didn't have as many reservations talking about it as his parents did, or even Arda who had the memories from the trees. But it would be a long story, so he smiles at her and nods his head towards a comfortable looking spot under a tree.
When they are both settled and comfortable he begins.
"The System of the elves gods is different from any others I have heard of. The Four Created our World, and the Four were created by the one. The Four in turn also created the Atalantea, their spirit helpers. But two appeared with no knowledge of their creation. Kalina, Demi Goddess of Light, and Dark, who is only known otherwise as The Neomancer. Our people originally lived on the Sacred Island, and my mother was born there. She always says it was a place of great wealth, not in gold or jewels, but in knowledge and happiness. But the elves only dwelt during the Light of Day, Kalina's time. During the reign of Dark they were indoors or around fires, keeping his shadows at bay." As Orme was speaking his voice took on a more noticable elven accent, a pleasant flowing sound when spoken with his deep voice. "Dark grew jealous, envious, and these feelings quickly turned to hate. He took his Atalantea and attacked the unprepared Sacred Island! Few survived by fleeing in boats and came to the mainland, but many died, including my grandfather!" Orme had never known his grandfather, but he had heard many stories about the great Sea Elf from his mother, and he wished he had been able to know him.
"But Dark was not done! He could not rest when any High Eldar, elves from the Sacred Island, were still alive. He hinted them, and eventually found my mother and grandmother here, in these very woods! The shadows in the deep woods called to him, and he set up a stronghold. War waged in the woods for many many years, a long time even for the long lived elves. My Grandmother was captured and killed, my mother captured and tortured. My Father and Aros led wave after wave against him. I am told it was a terrible time" he pauses for a moment thinking about the haunted look that would appear in his fathers normally calm eyes when he spoke of that time. "But my mother eventually drove him out, banished him to the shadows along with the Four, who had finally awakened from their long slumber. The Woods were a peace for a long time" he raises his eyes to look into her's once more "But not forever. He had returned" he paused for a breath and to allow her to take it all in, knowing she would have questions.
"Oh my..." Isabella said softly attentively listening to his every word. "And this dark one? What became of him?"
Orme couldn't help, despite the serious conversation, at the attentive look on her face. He had to shake his head to re-focus his thoughts, wondering vaguely why he found her so distracting. "Dark dwelt for many years in the shadows, nurturing his hatred towards the elves, the gods, and my mother in particular. And in time, he devised a way to return. He is back, and he is gathering an Army in Nightmare Valley, sending his minions into the woods to harry my family." he sighs and looks into her eyes "Anyone seen as being a member or important to someone in my family is a target for him!"
Isabella inhaled sharply, "Oh no, then your family...they must be in such danger!" Her thoughts quickly went to his siblings, especially the one who was with young children - how awful this must be for them!
How wonderful that he immediate thoughts were of his family, his siblings. But perhaps, she didn't yet notice how important she had grown to be to him. He flushed unknowingly, realising that for her to realise the danger, he would have to admit something he had barely discovered himself.
With the light flush still on his cheeks he puffs up his chest. "From a young age we were all trained as warriors. While my sisters talents may differ from mine, we can all protect ourselves and those we love so long as we are withing the woods."
"Well, that's good at least..." she said slowly. "But still, I can't image having such an enemy and knowing they lurk so near..." Her eyes widened slightly as the fear inspiring thought crossed her mind. "You'll have to be extra careful, Orme. Stay safe."
Orme’s tough pride filled smile softened as he looks at her. “Do not worry about me my dearest Isabella. Amil has lectured us all on how best to stay safe. So long as we stay on the trails, or preferably travel the old ways into the woods, and avoid the first phase, we will be safe. The woods is protected by a heavy magic that he currently cannot break into.”
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 8:50 pm
Why worry for me?
She sighed softly in relief, "That is good. I would not want any harm to come to you."
Orme couldn’t help but grin, despite the severity of the conversation. “May I ask dearest Isabella, why you worry about me so?”
"Oh," she said feeling her face flush. "Well, it's just...you've been so very kind and sweet to me despite the somewhat...um, difficult circumstances under which we met." She met his gaze shyly, "You are a most remarkable individual, I can do nothing other then hope for your safety and well being."
Ah, he thought to himself. She’s just amused by my heritage it would appear. I guess if you have heard of us the elves must seem a strange group, and our ways exotic. But to me, she is the exotic one. His smile fades by a tiny fraction, though it still stays on his face. “I appreciate knowing I can count on your silent support in my families plight Isabella!” his voice was still cheery and light.
"Please know, Orme," she continued in a soft voice. "That I would do more than support then silently if I could. I know I'm just an outsider..."
Orme pauses and his smile completely dissapears as he ponders though her words. Of course his heart had jumped to an immediate conclusion, but he didn't want to assume. Instead he smiles again, softly "The woods are not so closed that you being an outsider does not mean you can be close to a herd member" he hoped that was vieled enough, and that if he was wrong he didn't end up embarassing himself.
Isabella had drawn back slightly at his dramatic change in expression. Did I say something wrong? she wondered frantically. "I didn't - I mean..." Wait - What did she mean?
Orme lets the smile fade once more as he watches her with his intense emerald gaze. Was she upset? Did she guess his presumption? Oh what a fool he was, to assume such a thing with someone as lovely and wondrous as Isabella. But he was a gentleman, he would not admit his blunder. "I am sorry Isabella if I misunderstood you. Please, enlighten me!" He expected an explanation as to how she had just accidently bumped into him, how she had come into the woods only out of obligation and now she was simply looking for a tactful escape.
"I must admit I am uncertain of how to enlighten you when I do not fully comprehend my own intentions," she said quietly. "But I do know that I would not see you harmed again, not after my blunder, not for anything..."
Now Orme was thouroughly confused. That had not at all been what he had expected, and neither had it been what his heart had hoped. His eyes narrow as his minds work. "Then My Dearest Isabella, I must apologise for not understanding!"
"I can't explain it..." she shook her head wishing for the words to describe what she was feeling. "I just know I can't see you get hurt. Maybe I just feel guilty..." But no, that's not it...
Ah, guilt, that explains everything, he thinks to himself. She was just looking for a tactful way out the woods. “I appreciate your care, Dearest Isabella” he could not drop the terms of endearment, no matter what she may have said, and he smiles at her. “I promise to do my best to ensure I am not harmed, if it means you will stay happy!”
"That is good to know," she said softly still trying to understand herself what it was she was experiencing aside form confusion.
Orme was suddenly uncomfortable, since he could tell something was bothering he, and he couldn't help her in any way. But at least he could offer. He lets his slight easy smile slip onto his face. "Then Isabella you must simple let me know if I can aid you in any way. And if it is your wish I can lead you out of the woods after we meet with my mother!"
"Oh right...out of the woods..." she said sadly, already feeling the loss she would experience as she left this magical place.
While the comforting smile stays on his face, his brown furrows as he studies her. She truly was a confusing pony. If only life could be simple. "If that is what you wish, Isabella. I want only for you to be happy"
He winces unconsiously. That would have been to obvious, he should have known to watch his toungue closer.
Isabella blinked and glanced up at him, "That's a...curious choice of words..."
Orme pauses for a moment as he lets his mind race, trying to find a tactful response to his blunder. “You are my guest in the Woods Isabella, it is my duty to ensure you are happy and comfortable while in my home!”
"Ah, yes...of course," she said softly. Of course that's all it is. "You are a most kind and gracious host, Orme. I thank you for your hospitality, especially under the circumstances."
Orme wrinkles his brow "What circumstances Isabella? I do not see why I would have any reason to act other then I have been!"
"Well, I mean with the whole burning you thing..." she said slowly.
Orme shrugs one shoulder so that he could see his slightly scarred back, and he chuckles "Dearest Isabella, I had already forgotten about that little excursion!"
"Oh, well, I truly am sorry for hurting you like that..." she said quietly. "Though I must admit I'm not entirely sorry it happened..."
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 8:51 pm
Secrets of the Heart
Despite his attempts to remain cool, a quick grin jumps onto Orme's face, though he try's quickly to squash it. "May I ask, dear Isabella, what it was that makes you glad to be here?"
"Well, everything..." she said slowly. "If I hadn't burned you I never would have had the change to come here get to know you..."
Orme's smiles turns soft and genuine. "If all I had to deal with was a small burn in order to get to know you, I will gladly suffer it again!"
"I'd rather keep you from suffering such a thing," she said softly. "Then next time we should meet perhaps you could simple say 'Hello'?"
Orme smirks slightly "Oh yes, because my immediate reaction to a whirling fire storm heading straight for the woods is to greet it!" he chuckles
She blushed, "It wasn't quite a fire storm..."
Orme rolls one eye "I didn't exactly mean it as a compliment my darlin, but if you are flattered then I am happy!"
"Oh no," she said quickly. "I didn't think that. Quite the opposite. I hadn't realized my flames had gotten so out of control...to have them compared to a fire storm, it demonstrated a lack of control on my part..."
Orme immediatly looks as though he wished he could take back the words that caused her distress. "No my dearest Isabella" he says, his elven accent even thicker with his own distress "Do not take my words to heart! I have spent my days in the woods and have had almost no experience with fire. What may be a mere flicker to you could appear a storm to my inexperienced eyes!"
"A flicker would not harm you as my flames did," she said softly, her heart twisting somewhat at the deep concern in his voice. "But please, do not worry. I will work with my abilities and be a great deal more careful in the future."
"If you wish it my dearest, I will cease to let it bother me." he offers her one of his soft smiles.
Now her heart twisted in a different way. Something to do with the endearment he used with her or maybe his sweet smile, Isabella did not know which but it caused her already burgundy coat to tint a brighter shade of red, "Well, that is very good. I would think you already have enough to worry about...I mean, being a warrior, someone important to your people..." She sighed softly, "I wouldn't want you to have to worry about some silly little firestarter too."
Orme chuckles in his gentle manner "Being a warrior has not put much strain on my life. I train, and only when our home is threatened will I have any realy worries. For now, I prefer to occupy my mind with thoughts of my silly firestarter!"
Isabella blinked a few times before smiling shyly, "You do?"
Orme fixes her with a serious gaze, drawing her into his emerald eyes. "I have yet to speak one single word of untruth to you, my dearest Isabella"
She stared deep into his eyes, almost falling into the twin pools of emerald. "I have no doubt of that," she said softly.
Orme's smile widens and he releases the serious tension from his eyes. "I am glad, my dear lovely Isabella, since it would break my heart to think you did not trust my words!"
"I..." she smiled and cautiously lowered her eyes. "I would never wish to do that, good sir."
"Sir" Orme chuckles again "My dearest, you may call me by my name, not such formalities"
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 9:02 pm
Dearest Isabella, I Love you!
"Orme, I would never wish to bring you any pain," she added quickly. "Certainly not after what I've already done. Though I thank you for being so understanding and for bringing me here," she glanced at the world around her, his world. "It truly is a wonder."
The smile on Orme’s face grows brighter and more genuine. “My dearest, the pain is a mere trifle, and not something I mind in the slightest. I am just glad you agreed to allow me to bring you into my world.” He ventures forward and offers here a gentle nuzzle on the cheek
Who knew a Burgundy coat could turn so dark a shade of red? "And..." she shyly turned her eyes to the ground uncertain how to behave with the emotions bubbling within her. "What warranted that?"
Orme pulls his head back with a slight ripple in his muscular neck and fixes his emerald eyes are hers, despite the fact that she was looking down at the ground. “Can you not guess the purpose, my dearest Isabella?”
Isabella smiled up at him shyly, "I could guess, but I would hate to guess incorrectly in such a matter..."
For a brief moment, the normally confident looking Orme looks unsure of himself, his eyes drooping briefly as though he is consulting with himself on some important matter. And in truth, he was! For matters of the heart are not to be taken lightly. "Because, my dear, dear Isabella, I believe that I am falling in love with you!"
"In love..." she whispered almost unable to believe it. "With me?"
Orme nods his head slowly as he looks into her eyes. "Yes my dearest, with you!" he watches her and prays to fervently to the four that she returned his devotion, for if not this chance he had taken would defiantly break his heart!
"Oh dear," she said softly. "I think we could be in trouble..."
A visible, pain filled wince leaps across Orme's face, though he quickly ducks his head in an attempt to hide it. "I apologise Isabella...."
"Orme," she said gently framing his face with her hooves. "I find myself wanting nothing more than to be lost in your emerald eyes..."
Orme lifts his face and blinks his shining eyes at her in mild confusion. He had been so sure her comment had been a rejection, but now, her signals were changing. "I...I do not understand...?"
"You're a prince of this glittering world," she said softly. "I'm just some silly little fire starter...and even if you do make me smile and blush and make my stomach twist in funny knots..."
Orme narrows his eyes slightly. "What does who we are have to do with how we feel?" he murmers "I still do not understand what you are saying my Isabella?"
"I love you..." she said quietly. "But the world that you live in, it's so beautiful, maybe too beautiful for me to be a part of..."
Orme's eyes widen, shocked that she would even say such a thing. He reaches his head over and rests his large head on her shoulder, speaking softy into her ear. "My dearest Isabella, if anything you are too beautiful for my world!"
"As always you are too kind," she said quietly. "I do not know what to do with myself, or my feelings for you..." She looked at him with uncertainty in her golden eyes, "Is it right for me to feel the way I do about you? I've known you less than a day..."
"Time does not determine matter of the heart!" he says with surety. "And I will not put any pressure on you my darling. If you wish to leave the woods I will show you the way out. If you wish to stay I will keep you safe and happy!"
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