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[Vryn Vhae'Naliek]

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Vryn's impromptu jaunt through Stonegate Valley was not at all what he had hoped for.

The castles were dour and utilitarian. Grey faced monoliths surely built by rough and inelegant hands. No eye for the subtle or thought towards pleasing aesthetics whatsoever.

And the cold!

The novelty of snow and ice wore thinner than the obtuse rationale of Oblivion that the red robed Umbran, he had so desperately needed to take his discreet leave of, spouted off about. The sheer crushing tedium of the man's rhetoric, and his blatant, perhaps even purposeful, refusal to rise to Vryn's taunting was just too much.

Really! Who follows three unfamiliar drow to an undisclosed location, and then accepts their offer of wine!?

Thus, the young drow's current adventure, and current disappointment.

"Mayhap it is too early for Wolves to be out and about," he thought, "Mayhap a follow up visit?"

Trudging along, trying his best to outwalk the winds, he chortled at the thought of his Shri'hrae abandoned to play polite noble to the seemingly dim Umbran, (whose name he could not now remember, or then even pronounce!) and her Aunt Felyn, whose house it was Vryn had snuck away from.

Of course the joy was stillborn as soon as he thought upon how upset she would be with him for excluding her...yet again.

Worse still would it be, if Master Izrem, or that haughty half-breed who had laid hands upon him, were to discover their little unscheduled vacation away from the Scholomance, and to where.

Shrugging resignedly, Vryn flipped through the runebook he had secreted away recently, and picked a likely city for what it was he now sought.

"Perhaps a pretty present for my Princess will assuage my guilt," he smiled.

[Shri'hrae]

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Her hand curled tightly into a fist and her nails, sharp and lengthy, dug into her palm. Anger lay at the surface but disappointment lay beneath. And it was the latter that was doing the most damage within Shri'hrae at the moment. She had watched Aunt Felyn deftly charm the stranger. Had her mind not been colored with her present emotions she would be proud of the memory. If anyone knew how to twist a man around their finger, it was Aunt Felyn. Conversation on Oblivion, Umbra, Drow and a host of other topics had danced in and out of the conversation with dizzying swiftness. Somewhere inside Shri'hrae recognized the music as alterior motive and politics. And she could not help but think the stranger knew this game better than he was letting on.

Polite and friendly, Shri'hrae sat opposite the stranger as Poppet got up and excused himself. "There is not a damn thing he needs to do right now," she snapped mentally. "He's going wandering, wandering without me." The fact that Shri'hrae had partially seen Stonegate her first day back in Sosaria didn't matter. What mattered was that her Poppet was out there having fun, without her, AGAIN. Unlike Shri'hrae, his time was not as watched by anyone other than her.

Blood dripped from her clasped hand hitting the table in the main room of the Scholomance. Absent mindedly she searched for something to wipe it up with and released her fist. Halfway through her hunt she came across the Jewels he had procurred for her from a previous outting and a slow smile spread across her face. Poppet had many talents, and as disappointed as she was that he had left without her, she knew he would not forget. "No, My Poppet keeps me ever present in his thoughts." Patting the wound where her nails had dug into her palm she sat focused on that one thought.
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*Kitrye Ilhar's Yathrin, Kitrye Ilharn's Mirshann, Jal degahr*