"Are you?" Envy turned around to look toward Ed, eyebrows raised. "How about that. We're the same age. I've never met anyone as old as I am. Least not since I left the den." He admitted, looking satisfied with this new information, but it vanished when Kire mentioned that Ed had grown close with Aera. He fell quiet, thinking this over. Though he decided not to comment. Hhe figured Ed wouldn't make his way back to the moon court anytime soon, and any warnings he thought to offer were moot.
"I wouldn't mind a detailed telling of it." Envy requested as he ducked quickly to the side, avoiding a short part of the cavern, apparently sensing it before it smack his head. "Few have been to see it, and any of my kin who approach are killed on sight. For that reason, I am glad that Ysaryn has been brought back in good spirits. Though it would seem our mutual friend is not so up beat."
While Narda apologized for her reaction to Gavin, Envy turned his face toward her. "The apology should not be directed at me." He pointed out. "I also hope that all of your other men and women keep their hands off of him. If its necessary, I will have him kept in the mountain caves, but with the rest of us now here, I would rather not punish him like that."
He ducked to the left, into a small, poorly made tunnel of rocks held together with some sort of natural adhesive, and it opened into a wide chamber that smelled heavily of roast pork smothered in herbs and a thick broth. There were a few elves sitting around, nibbling on small portions of their own. Three of the Amrian soldiers had already found their way in, and Envy paused at once, listening hard to try to sort out where everyone sat.
"If you'd be so kind to help me find a place to sit?" Envy asked, holding out his arm for Narda. "If I step on anyone its really going to hurt."
The elves, while apprehensive, rose to cut more portions of the meat off the large beast over the hearth, setting it on a large platter for the newcomers to pick off their desired share. Once everyone was sitting, the door on the other side of the hall opened, admitting the fuschia haired elf with the wicked smile. Back in her leathers, her hair rebound in her usual neat braid, Ysaryn raised her hands to splay the four ceramic bottles wrapped in twine. "Kombu!" She declared, and the shadow elves raised their hands, taking the bottles, save for one, which she waved before the Armians. "Our drink." She introduced. "Strong. Made of seaweed."
She gathered a few small cups from the shelf on the wall, she handed them out and filled them, Envy declining with a wave of his hand. Gathering her own plate, Ysaryn sat cross legged across from the others. "Will knock you on you ass." Ysaryn warned with a crooked smirk. "Try not to take challenge, or you fighting tomorrow will be shit."
"Yes, do try to avoid falling unconscious for the night." Envy grinned, cautiously picking at his own plate. "I would like to -wait, why are you fighting tomorrow?" He asked, turning toward the Amrians, his brow furrowed.
As they explained, his frown only deepened. "Then I repeat, do not drink too much, so I can be confident you'll all be returning in one piece. As well, I imagine taking your people home will require a level of focus." He added to Kire, his clouded eyes pointing in her direction.
Ysaryn only chuckled and took a swig from the bottle before shoving a fair amount of pork between her teeth and her cheek. "Kirai too stubborn to let them get risk." She decided. "But, Kirai also to stubborn to decline drink..."
Envy wrinkled his nose, the Kombu reeking heavily of salt and of the seaweed from which it was made. "Just don't ask whats in it." He warned, containing his meal."
"Who cares?" Ysaryn demanded. "Gets your drunk."
"I wouldn't mind a detailed telling of it." Envy requested as he ducked quickly to the side, avoiding a short part of the cavern, apparently sensing it before it smack his head. "Few have been to see it, and any of my kin who approach are killed on sight. For that reason, I am glad that Ysaryn has been brought back in good spirits. Though it would seem our mutual friend is not so up beat."
While Narda apologized for her reaction to Gavin, Envy turned his face toward her. "The apology should not be directed at me." He pointed out. "I also hope that all of your other men and women keep their hands off of him. If its necessary, I will have him kept in the mountain caves, but with the rest of us now here, I would rather not punish him like that."
He ducked to the left, into a small, poorly made tunnel of rocks held together with some sort of natural adhesive, and it opened into a wide chamber that smelled heavily of roast pork smothered in herbs and a thick broth. There were a few elves sitting around, nibbling on small portions of their own. Three of the Amrian soldiers had already found their way in, and Envy paused at once, listening hard to try to sort out where everyone sat.
"If you'd be so kind to help me find a place to sit?" Envy asked, holding out his arm for Narda. "If I step on anyone its really going to hurt."
The elves, while apprehensive, rose to cut more portions of the meat off the large beast over the hearth, setting it on a large platter for the newcomers to pick off their desired share. Once everyone was sitting, the door on the other side of the hall opened, admitting the fuschia haired elf with the wicked smile. Back in her leathers, her hair rebound in her usual neat braid, Ysaryn raised her hands to splay the four ceramic bottles wrapped in twine. "Kombu!" She declared, and the shadow elves raised their hands, taking the bottles, save for one, which she waved before the Armians. "Our drink." She introduced. "Strong. Made of seaweed."
She gathered a few small cups from the shelf on the wall, she handed them out and filled them, Envy declining with a wave of his hand. Gathering her own plate, Ysaryn sat cross legged across from the others. "Will knock you on you ass." Ysaryn warned with a crooked smirk. "Try not to take challenge, or you fighting tomorrow will be shit."
"Yes, do try to avoid falling unconscious for the night." Envy grinned, cautiously picking at his own plate. "I would like to -wait, why are you fighting tomorrow?" He asked, turning toward the Amrians, his brow furrowed.
As they explained, his frown only deepened. "Then I repeat, do not drink too much, so I can be confident you'll all be returning in one piece. As well, I imagine taking your people home will require a level of focus." He added to Kire, his clouded eyes pointing in her direction.
Ysaryn only chuckled and took a swig from the bottle before shoving a fair amount of pork between her teeth and her cheek. "Kirai too stubborn to let them get risk." She decided. "But, Kirai also to stubborn to decline drink..."
Envy wrinkled his nose, the Kombu reeking heavily of salt and of the seaweed from which it was made. "Just don't ask whats in it." He warned, containing his meal."
"Who cares?" Ysaryn demanded. "Gets your drunk."