Sisters Aelasar (Esyae)

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  It has been several tenday since Esyaes arrival in Cormyr. She had been requested shortly after registering as an "adventurer" to make a simple delivery to a healers cottage in Greatgaunt.  She found it to be a rather busy little town with a variety of adventures lingering about some searching for companions, some just resting between "jobs". It would likely have been easier to pick up on the random gossip if her grasp on the trade language was a bit more firm. Often she found herself the laughing stock as she mistakenly greeted people with "Slutootaters" instead of "Salutations" eventually she settled on "Greetings". She had only encountered a few humans, most were mostly understanding to her communication efforts. Still she found silence was perhaps her best option in most situation at least until she picked up on the language better.

 Its not that she was unused to being the punchline of pranks and jokes though she had thought perhaps she left that life back home in the High Forest.. a village she was content to leave behind for now. She had learned what she could from her uncle who had taken over raising her when her father passed west. Like both her father and uncle she would train to become a guard, a blade a protector of kin and as her father... should her time come she would swear her blade to Corellon and serve as a Revenent One. Such was her dedication and love for The People. Meanwhile, her life would be dedicated to much the same. It's time for her to become more worldy to seek out kin who need her protection and grant it, honing her skills to perfection that she may become worthy of the position. She has centuries though plenty of time to impress the Seldarine. There was rumor Isenhold and the Hullack may be just the place for her to begin.

 So with good tidings form her family, a salute from her uncle, and a pocket full of glitterburst from her cousin now adoptive sister Sylae, she set out for Cormyr. The latter was a bit of a nuisance but she loved it anyway. Esyae would be a midst her trek and would pause to unravel a bit of bread to nibble on her travels only to trigger her trickster little sisters surprise and would sparkle for hours on her way. "Every meal? Really? Spared no effort did you Silly." Aelasar would mutter in elven as she'd attempt to shake glitter out of her cobalt tresses. Her little sister, only by a year or so, was on a different path in life clearly, as she was opting a more Sylvan jovial lifestyle a devout of Erevan and quite enjoyed her name Syl'ea "Faerie Whisper" being convoluted to "Silly" it was appropriate enough. As much as she enjoyed her little sisters good natured pranks and jests she wasn't sure she would really miss them.

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With a somewhat confusing conversation at the healers cottage when she made the delivery. She gleaned that this is where the fallen adventurers were brought, with the healers skills and a lot of faith they would once again see the light of day. "Who are be bringing them here?". The answer was anyone that happens upon them really, the town guard were to busy usually it depended on adventurers. "Worthy task for having my training's. Will see what I can be doing." and Esyae set out with a bit of purpose. She would seek out dangerous places to retrieve the fallen and bring them here. If it was not their time yet they would again see the light of day. First, she would need to gather supplies and build a travois for bringing back the wounded and bodies, there was no way she could carry a man any distance.

A ten-day of this work passed, she had made a few acquaintances along the way few even bother with asking much about her once they realized the difficulty of their conversations some statements she could finally make clear as day, rehearsed ones for instance her goals in life which she suspected would be repeated to the curious now and then. One, who understood elven quite well was kind enough to ward her magically now and then.. and he never bothered asking her what she was doing. He was simply kind enough to help. Help would be an understatement, what she was able to accomplish with his magic was near unbelievable and she was more swiftly able to focus on learning new tactics and blade techniques for this she has vowed to always were a bit of blue in her attire. To honor the powerful mage.

A few more days would pass and she happened upon another moon elf maiden in a group that seemed adequately prepared for the task they set out to. One of the members of the group was a halfling which seemed to have an obsession with her rear.. well not her rear specifically, but rears in general which made things even more awkward. What was she .. drawing back there? she found herself wondering as she conversed with the she-elf whome she was learning was blind. Ana, she would certainly look after in the future. Presently she seemed quite protected, and Esyae had a body to take to the healers. They would certainly meet again soon.

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Another crisp cool day, and snow flakes were dancing their way down from the heavens to gather in little piles upon her chain link armor, helm, and shield. A lovely white blanket was forming over the world and quite chillingly upon herself as well. Thankfully, she layered warmly beneath her armor and had a weal protective trinket against mild weather. She set her shield upon the seat of a rickety old chair in what was referred to as the Greatgaunt square. This poor seat could have been newish save that its clearly seen the weight of many girthy armored folk resting upon it at one time or another. This had become routine, she would rest her shield arm here a bit and observe the people that would gather about to... apparently observe other people. As she released the straps that helped secure her shield to her arm and released the steel base of the large piece of metal to stretch her worked arm and roll her shoulder a bit. Her hand flexed in her gauntlet a bit more slowly with the cold making everything protest with small creeks of the leather and chains.

Jingle jingle.. thud.. the soft rustling of tiny bells followed by the sound of something plopping down in a pile of snow. Esyae lifts her snow covered helm off, and shakes her cobalt tresses free a bit, her hair was intricately braided back with thin silvery wires but still needed a little loosening form being plastered to her head beneath the helm. Her pale skin could easily blend with the snow as flakes melted upon her cheeks quite refreshingly, and bringing a little color as her circulation rushes to re warm the flesh. She turns her sparkling deep blue gaze about the area, anticipating a wood elven trickster mage that often played about the area. Aerwynn'lia often brought a smile to Esyae's face reminding her of her sister, only more graceful. She sweeps a section of the table and after a good shake and dusting the snow off her helm she sets it down. Then turns, her ear twitching where again she heard the sounds. Jingle.. jingle jingle... thud.

The villagers carried about their usual wintery bustle, there were no adventurers to be seen amongst them though this day. Esyaes pale slender ear tips twitch a bit as a few snowflakes caress by and she listens to follow the sound.. sure enough she found tracks in the snow that ended in a deep snowdrift. She follows along and peers down only to find a very similar face peering back up at her with a finger wiggle of a wave, half buried in snow. The she elfs jester collar was bright contrast to the snow drift and ended in tiny bells. Esyae could not hold back her surprise... Silly?