Mirchie
The user previously known as Hero-in-the-Dark
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Re: Far from home (Kiriana)
Arynythil shook her head hurriedly, dropping one arm to push herself to her feet, and grab her fallen longsword. Sheathing it, the she-elf returned to guarding her breasts with both hands, blushing deep red. "Y-yes, come on, Kiri, let's... Let's get me decent, please..." she said softly, gazing at the ruined camp. "My hopes of finding anything worthwhile in there are low. It looks like that demon burnt the whole place down while I was..." she trailed off, staring miserably at her feet as the pair began to walk to the camp site.
Quickly they realised from their shifting amidst the burnt tents, that there were no clothing stores to be found. Scraps were here and there, but no whole shirts. Even the soldiers mail shirts had been rend apart, a few links of steel every now and again. Eventually, Arynythil sighed dejectedly, and picked up a decent sized scrap of tent, tying it around her ruined tunic. It was just big enough to cover the gap in both her front and back, with the exception of a bit of pale elf flesh in the small of her back showing.
Decent again, Arynythil looked down again, and said "Th-thank you, Kiri. I... You... I don't know. I don't know what to say, or what to do, but... I will stay with you, at least until I can figure out what's going on here. And then, maybe we can go together, somewhere safer. Another society, or something. Where's my bow...? I need to get it repaired..." she mused, mostly to herself for the last half of her speech.
Arynythil shook her head hurriedly, dropping one arm to push herself to her feet, and grab her fallen longsword. Sheathing it, the she-elf returned to guarding her breasts with both hands, blushing deep red. "Y-yes, come on, Kiri, let's... Let's get me decent, please..." she said softly, gazing at the ruined camp. "My hopes of finding anything worthwhile in there are low. It looks like that demon burnt the whole place down while I was..." she trailed off, staring miserably at her feet as the pair began to walk to the camp site.
Quickly they realised from their shifting amidst the burnt tents, that there were no clothing stores to be found. Scraps were here and there, but no whole shirts. Even the soldiers mail shirts had been rend apart, a few links of steel every now and again. Eventually, Arynythil sighed dejectedly, and picked up a decent sized scrap of tent, tying it around her ruined tunic. It was just big enough to cover the gap in both her front and back, with the exception of a bit of pale elf flesh in the small of her back showing.
Decent again, Arynythil looked down again, and said "Th-thank you, Kiri. I... You... I don't know. I don't know what to say, or what to do, but... I will stay with you, at least until I can figure out what's going on here. And then, maybe we can go together, somewhere safer. Another society, or something. Where's my bow...? I need to get it repaired..." she mused, mostly to herself for the last half of her speech.