Mira Rhelarwen (Jenara)- Private Thread

[TristenC]

Maybe... the halfling said, dubiously at first, but one glance at the bard and she changes her tone. I'm sure that's what happened. Something attacked the jail and went after him... somehow he got past it! Whatever could tear a portcullis open surely wouldn't need his sword... so he went... went after it... Well, he knows about the Wayfarer, and that we're headed for Skald! We can leave word for him with Guilliam! Then he can meet us... her words wind down as the forced optimism drains from her, her gaze falling on the dead guards again. Oh, Mira... are you... Elsa hugs the bard around the waist tightly.

[TristenC]

A few minutes later the girls hear a commotion in the main entry room. Elsa peers out to find the rest of the party assembled there. Yasir's gone! The guards are dead and something attached the jail!


[Ooc: back to the main thread wit' ye! ]

[Jenara]

"Artanis said something to me, something like "The Songbird is not The Eagle, and The Eagle is not The Songbird.." I think he was trying to say I cant be everything to everyone." Mira replies as she takes in the room one more time, "We will leave a note at the inn, with his armor, and... if he comes for it he will find it. If he comes to Skald we'll make do." Sighing both in desperation and resignation her body slumped like all of the air had left her lungs.

"I wish.. I wish I was surprised, the dream.. I saw it in the dream. Ee need to find some Gypsys on the road, to help understand the dreams, I'm NOT loosing you. Right?" She accents the last statement with a squeeze, some of the Mira she knew coming back for a moment. "Either he left because he had to, or he left because he wanted to.. I can either break down and sit here a wreck, or... I can get my ass moving." Sighing again she turns to find Elsa by the door.

(And now back to the main thread)

[TristenC]

Mira sobs on her bed... what must have been only a few minutes passes, but to the heartsick entertainer it feels much longer. Finally there is a tenative knock at the door. A young man waits to open the boy's room and stands by to lock it back once she is finished.

[Jenara]

"Just a moment" Lifting her head from the pillow, how long had she been laying here? That was it, she was done crying, Yasir would know where to find them, she couldnt do anything else, rising up she wipes her eyes on his discarded shirt and opens the door wide.

"Thank you, I wont be long, some of the items are to be placed in Storage." She enters the Boys room, trying to ignore the Chaos and checks under each bed (did she see which bed Yasir used?)

[TristenC]

The room is an absolute wreck, predictably. Clothes and covers and unimmediately necessary possessions are strewn about. Beneath the first bed she finds a wad of clothes, but none belonging to Yasir... except a spare pair of brown pants she had seen Pyros tramping about in thay one night. The other bed reveals a pack full of adventuring equipment sized for a human, along with a change of clothes, chainmail and a large, two-handed sword with runes on the hilt and scabbard... Yasir's sword... and magical besides...

[Jenara]

Reaching for his Blade Mira cradles it tightly, her honed senses could feel the flow of magic around the blade, this... she couldn't leave it, this would go with them. If she had to drag it to Skald.

"Could you give me a hand please? I'm moving my partners items into my room for now, would you mind helping me for a moment?" She pulls the blade tightly, mashing it to her chest. (If the young man offers to help she gives him the pack and the armor for now.)

[TristenC]

The young man obliges her, toting the heavier armor and gear across the hall to the bard’s room as she gently clutches the sword. Once done, he locks the boys’ room behind them. Is there anything else I might help with, miss Mira? he asks, concern in his youthful eyes.

[Jenara]

"Wine? I would like a wine.. Could you bring it to my room? And a little breakfast, I didnt get any earlier.." She asks the young man, placing the heavy sword at the foot of her bed. "Thank you for the concern"

[TristenC]

Of course, miss. He closes her door gently, and she hears his footsteps leave down the hall. A few minutes later she hears a soft knock at the door. Opening it she finds a small woode. Tray with utensils, food and a glass of meekulbrau. The breakfast is covered by a cloth and consists of eggs, cured meats and a begniet.

[Jenara]

"Thank you." Taking the tray with shaky hands she brings it into the room and sits cross legged on her bed, wine in hand eating in silence.

She couldn't carry his gear, that would slow her down. His sword simply shouldn't be left behind, but what if he came for it? But what if she left it behind...? The choices were too many, the whole situation a nightmare, perhaps that's what this place was? A nightmare.. And all you could do was grab a few moments of pleasure where they were offered.

Sighing deeply, her chest raising and lowering, calm had to be calm. Closing her eyes for a brief moment, the world outside vanishing, sending out her senses she sings a soft tune, the flows of Magic gently touching her senses.

(She'll wait like this for a while, until the others come back or someone comes to the room. She'll leave most of his gear at the inn, taking one clean shirt (if he actually had one) and ask the group about the sword, perhaps that should be left at the Silver scale, as they would recognise the power in the blade. With a note that it was put in safe keeping.)

[TristenC]

There is a tenative knock at the door, and Elsa's voice comes through. Mira?... Are you... can I get you anything?


[Ooc: yes, there is one clean cotton shirt left. It is a little wide for her. She can wear it, but it will be a bit loose.]

[Jenara]

(She'll use it as a Nightshirt, that's when she thinks she'll need him closest).

"Elsa, its your room too, come inside. I just needed some space, a little time to clear my head." (Assuming she does so) Mira sits crosslegged on the bed, a half eaten tray of food in front of her, one of Yasirs shirts clutched tightly in her fists and his sword at her side. "He didn't have his sword, or armor... I'm going to leave his pack in the storeroom, and his sword at the Silver Scale, I trust Serath to keep it safe." Her voice slowly regained some of its vigor. "Its magical" she whispers.

"I just want to pack my stuff, get going.. I Need to do something, I cant sit here. Or I'll go crazy. He left for good or Ill. Regardless if his promises meant anything, he left." Slipping off the bed she grasps the halfing tightly. "Elsa, if that was it, my chance to be happy in this place, I'm glad it happened, I don't regret anything. Don't let anything hold you back, he cares, don't let that chance slip away." With that she releases her and sets to work packing her clothes, stuffing Yasirs shirt in her pack as she does so.

"I'm not going to be caught out again, if these damn wolves want a fight, I'll give them one." Buckling on both blades, strapping a dagger to her leg a look of determination on her pretty features. "Its crazy, I was getting ready to find a new home this... A fellow Bard, the one who hurt me, he pushed me out of a regular spot, no one believed me that he would do such a thing, he sullied my word." Pausing she drops the crossbow she was getting ready to put on her back on the bed.

"Why dont I just stay here? Forget this nonsense and be happy?" Casting that aside with a flick of her hair she stands before her. The Performer was gone, in her place was a singer who could handle a blade, a mage who knew some tricks. "How do I look?" She asks with what she hoped was a grin.

[TristenC]

Elsa comes inside and listens as the bard explains, a look of sympathy and understand. She seems surprised when the bard mentions that the sword is magical. I guess the scale is the best place... or the toad. She giggles, we can always hold Merrick for ransom if Serath doesn't want to give it back.

She hugs Mira back tightly, Don't worry... I'm sure when he's done, he'll be back and we can all find our way out of this crazy place... You can come back to my homeland, it'll be great. The bard straps on her short sword and Bakki's, along with her silver dagger. Standing with more confidence and poise than perhaps she felt, Mira manages a grin. You look... determined... I wouldn't want to be the next thing that hassles us. she says with a confident nod. Right. Let's get to Skald.

[Jenara]

(OOC: Silver Dagger is hidden, as always, hidden where Pyros can't get it!)

"That's the plan, there is nothing for at home, nothing at all." Holding Yasirs sword tightly in her grasp, her face fought to maintain the grin, "Lets put this somewhere safe, grab some nuts and things for the journey and get our butts in gear." Stamping her feet she opens the door wide, "Could you carry Yasirs pack and armor? We'll get it put in the store."

(She will find someone to open the store, and check the former Bards gear while she is there, then get Yasirs sword to the Scale)