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Lyna Mahariel ([personal profile] virtanadhal) wrote in [community profile] trainingwings2012-10-15 04:26 pm

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[Her armor and her sword are safely hidden away. Her longbow -- a gift from the camp of the Dalish she met after leaving her own clan -- is all the protection she has. (Well, and a layer of leather stitched against her chest, under her loose, long shirt and sewn to the inside of the pants she wears.)

She makes almost no sound as she ventures through the forest from dawn to early afternoon.

Having hunted enough for supper, she comes to the village about midday, collecting cooking supplies and browsing the item shop to see if any more of her things have come.

She'll take a couple of hours to herself, getting more acquainted with this part of this strange place. For the last seven days, she's kept herself to a portion of the forest that reminded her most of her clan. Not that she hasn't been giving the Journal a look-over every so often, speaking to a few who seem interesting or whom she has met during the short times she's come out of the woods before. (Or those who have met her in the woods.)]



Player Name: Lynn
Are you new?: N
Character Name: Lyna Mahariel
Character Fandom: Dragon Age: Origins
estelio: (perplexed; thoughtful)

forest! :D

[personal profile] estelio 2012-10-16 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
[Meanwhile, this particular elf is also at ease in the woods. Though Arwen was not so nomadic back home, it feels more natural to be out here, breathing clearer air away from the hubbub in the village and all its strange technology.

Moving just as silently near the riverbank, covered in a dark green cloak, she catches sight of movement out of the corner of her eye, a little ways into the distance. Curious at the chance to meet someone else out here, at this time of day, she heads in that direction.]

estelio: ([battle] sad smile)

[personal profile] estelio 2012-10-16 06:40 am (UTC)(link)
[As she gets closer, she hears the sudden tension from the bow and stops, peering into the direction she believes it came from. Behind that tree? That bush?

Inhaling silently, she pulls her hood back and removes the cloak, resting it near a rock. Her thin saber, too, she lays on the ground.

She's only too familiar with what a strung bow in a forest means. However unintentionally, she has wandered into someone's territory.

Keeping her arms at her side with palms outward, she finally calls out, her voice clear and, hopefully, reassuring.]


You have nothing to fear from me.
estelio: ([coronation] pleasant)

[personal profile] estelio 2012-10-16 07:01 am (UTC)(link)
[Arwen does notice the ears; she does not look surprised to see them, however. Why shouldn't there be other elves here?

This young woman's bow and clothing, though, seem different. And the tattoo is not even remotely familiar.

Nevertheless. She gives a slow, polite nod in greeting.]


My name is Arwen. Lady of Rivendell. [Giving the full title, in case that should ring any bells...] Forgive me, I did not intend to trespass.
estelio: (hair down; sigh)

[personal profile] estelio 2012-10-17 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
[Arwen gives a sad smile when the..."Grey Warden" introduces herself--mostly because it does confirm that this elf is not from her own world.

But she nods again, and this time, the points of her own ears may become briefly visible through her jet-black hair.]


You have it. I, too, have arrived only recently. There is no harm in caution, Lyna Mahariel. You are well met.
estelio: (blue; waking up)

[personal profile] estelio 2012-10-18 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
[For her part, Arwen tries to keep the sadness from her voice when she hears the unfamiliar greeting.]

I am sorry, I do not understand. Is that the tongue of your own people?