Post by Tii on Jun 5, 2010 19:56:47 GMT -5
Za’lyyr inwardly groaned when the matter was pressed, but didn’t show it across his face. He smiled and let the ball of light roll around the back of his hand and spiral its way up his arm. It was something to do while they say, a distraction of sorts. It really was beautiful, this orb of soft light that danced around his limbs like it had its own mind. It was a trick he’d picked up from a bard he’d met once. The man had made travelers blink and stare dumbly. It wasn’t a difficult task at all, but it looked impressive.
”You are right, I suppose.” He shifted some where he sat, simulating further relaxation. He dove into these covers and identities faster than he realized he did. He held the ball of light in his hands and looked down at it as he spoke. ”My parents were liaisons of the Elves during the rider’s era. They went back and forth in attempts of better relations, albeit unhappily.” Diplomacy wasn’t really the main driving force behind elves. His parents would have done the work begrudgingly. ”I was born a decade or two before Galbatorix, I think.” He let the orb return to wandering it’s way around his hands. ”As the Forsworn were rising, their appearances became fewer until they were cut off entirely, but not before they were making a final trip back to the woods. I was born at the capital and they died in a battle that broke out. My people wanted nothing to do with me and it was the Empire that took me in.” It was all a really, terribly large lie that spoke nothing of murder and banishment; or the intensity of his devotion.
”You are right, I suppose.” He shifted some where he sat, simulating further relaxation. He dove into these covers and identities faster than he realized he did. He held the ball of light in his hands and looked down at it as he spoke. ”My parents were liaisons of the Elves during the rider’s era. They went back and forth in attempts of better relations, albeit unhappily.” Diplomacy wasn’t really the main driving force behind elves. His parents would have done the work begrudgingly. ”I was born a decade or two before Galbatorix, I think.” He let the orb return to wandering it’s way around his hands. ”As the Forsworn were rising, their appearances became fewer until they were cut off entirely, but not before they were making a final trip back to the woods. I was born at the capital and they died in a battle that broke out. My people wanted nothing to do with me and it was the Empire that took me in.” It was all a really, terribly large lie that spoke nothing of murder and banishment; or the intensity of his devotion.
