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The sun eventually lowered across the sky, settling into a less overbearing evening warmth. The Duindôrin woman, who had fallen asleep only briefly, pondered life's many questions, the Virdan clanmaid still napping on her chest. What would they find in the Dread Caverns? Creatures, or people...

Bran shrugged. "Not really. I mean, sure, I don't really train with the others. But we all have something to contribute to the clan. We can't survive on just fighting and training. It takes a community to feed everyone, to heal the sick, to raise the children, to rebuild... My work is just as...

Brandyl finished seeding the row. He sighed, and said to Veyen, "Their loss. I think you're interesting to talk to." Truthfully, he quite enjoyed having someone near his age that knew so much about plants. Haethryl rested his arm on his shovel, surveying the elves and humans alike. "Many...

Haethryl chuckled. "He's a little headstrong." Meanwhile, Brandyl grumbled about smooshed seedlings and "accidental" bumps into the bathing pool. "Do the Virdan have many younglings?"

Haethryl smiled at the boy. "Perhaps you will, when we return." If they returned. There was always a chance. "They're trouble, all three of them. Thaliniel, my youngest... She's always challenging the older kids." He shook his head, though he was obviously proud of his daughter. "Luindûr is...

"Of course I miss them," answered the violet eyed elf. "They are the reason I defend my home. The clan protects them, while I am out protecting the clan. That is how it is." Even then, so many Duindôrin children did not make it to their thirtieth year. Haethryl knew, every time he stepped out of...

"That's about four times Azaria's usual pace," Haethryl laughed. The Duindôr man continued on to shovel another row. Brandyl took a small sack of seeds and followed behind him. "I have three. Luindûr, Dregothyl, and Thaliniel," said the larger elf proudly. "And one on the way." Haethryl glanced...

Haethryl laughed, the low rumble a stark contrast to the light air around them. "Only took them, what, four days?" He shook his head, grinning at the other elves. "Ah, good for them." He wondered, fleetingly, if the Virdan clanmaid would feel about being one of several lovers, if that was the...

Azaria held the clanmaid close, lifting her head briefly to see Sylven's face. She gently brushed the hair from her eyes and kissed her temple. "You can sleep," she murmured sweetly, a softy smile upon her lips. She squinted up at the sky, watching the clouds drift across the bright sun. "I've...

"Uh, yes, I think that's- yes- that's a- let's do that," stammered the alchemist, abruptly turning on his heel and marching out of the area, red to his ears. Azaria rolled onto her back and groaned. She caught sight of Tethran and promptly sat up to chuck a fistful of ripped grass at him. "I'll...

Azaria shook her head and plonked, face first, into the grass. Men had terrible timing. Meanwhile, Brandyl rubbed the back of his neck, sputtering, "Uh... I just.. Uh... Minorna said she, uh, she's going to pack us some food for the road." Azaria groaned loudly in annoyance. "Seriously, that's...

Azaria snorted, resting her forehead against Sylven's. She felt warm and.. safe, in her arms. Something she hadn't properly felt in decades. "What are you?" Azaria whispered. Her hand slid up the clanmaid's back and into her hair at the back of her neck. "Minorna said she's going to pack us...

Azaria's head snapped up when Sylven said she could kiss her any time. As the Virdan elf devolved into a hot mess of words, a grin spread across Azaria's face, her lengthy canines on full display. Ancestors, the clanmaid was adorable. A sweet little bumblebee. The warrior sat up again, making no...

Azaria leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. What did it mean? She tilted her head to the side and asked, a curious curve to her lips, "What does it usually mean when someone kisses you? I... I care for you, I..." She scrambled for words, squinting up at the bright sky. "I don't just...

Azaria blinked, and hesitantly raised her eyes to meet Sylven's gaze. "You... You don't?" A little bud of hope bloomed in her chest. Frankly, she was used to being much more forward with potential partners in the past. This.. was new. Uncharted territory. But she didn't want to scare the woman...

When Sylven pulled back, Azaria let go of her face, her own cheeks hot with colour. Had she misread? Surely she hadn't imagined the other woman leaning into the kiss... Had she? Azaria scooted back slightly, sitting up, eyes downcast. "No, it's.. it's fine. I'm sorry, that was uncalled for...

Brandyl huffed, though smiling good-naturedly. "I'll keep trying. You never know, right?" He stood then, and picked up a water bucket. The alchemist watered the crops, just like he would at home. If he couldn't use magic to help, he could at least do what he did know. Linette handed Tethran a...

The warrior lowered her gaze, recalling the day she had met Sylven. Galathi had died, that day. Another scar for another lost warrior. Azaria's brow furrowed, a deep sadness burning behind her eyes. Who even knew how many more would be lost by the time they returned? If they returned at all...

The Duindôr warrior's eyes flitted over Sylven. She had a certain vulnerability under all that tough, diplomatic nonsense. Well, perhaps not nonsense. It  had prevented Tethran from having his rear handed to him, she thought with a small smirk. That boy was something, for sure. Azaria grinned...

Azaria hoisted her heavy blade in its sheath from her back and set it in the nearby grass. She then sat next to the clanmaid, picking a wildflower and twirling it between her calloused fingers. The warrior leaned over Sylven and gently placed the stem behind the woman's ear. Her hand came to...