Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171024033731/@comment-28358106-20171105024517

(S9/Lil) Tirush doesn't answer as she holds the little Dark Elf like a nestling young, so small is her body. A wave of remembrance comes over her as she thinks on how young Partha was when she was this small---only a handful of seasons ago, it seems. Lilrava was so small, and yet fought so well, she couldn't help but wonder at her true age. Her husband has a sister in his adopted family, one who looks to be as young as this one, but she was far older.

Tirush did not know the Elves well, but she knew enough of them that the Dark Ones were disliked and distrusted. If Lilrava's fighting ability was like this for all Dark Ones, she could see why.

But her instincts overrode these thoughts and she perched silently, her keen ears listening, her heat detection all around the vicinity like a sixth sense. She gently begins to shake the girl to wake her. Time enough had passed, almost two hundred breaths. She could sense others getting closer, though they were yet some distance off.