BESbswyBESbswyBESbswyBESbswyBESbswyBESbswyBESbswyBESbswyBESbswyBESbswyBESbswyBESbswyAe lastathach ganed 'wael o falas, Gûr lín ú-eritha hîdh bor vi taur ~ by LadyLeaf
A week, this song from Witcher 3 has been stuck in my head for a week. Seriously it can even make needle work feels epic! I have to do something, then Pale Leaf suddenly started to talk...so I guess...yeah... #PaleLeaf#story#OC
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The title is from Galadrielâs Warning to Legolas, a poem from Tolkien's Two Towers. It means "If thou hearest the cry of the gull on the shore. Thy heart shall then rest in the forest no more."...I know it's pretty irrelevant...could link to Keelan though..."Noro lim" is also Sindarin, it means "go fast". Totally picturing Pale Leaf and Keelan ride across the land in that witcher 3 music now!
Who doesn't love a nice touch of gunpowder in the fresh morning air. The hunter sighs helplessly, she takes over the rein from a yawning young man who happens to be the tavern keeper's son, and helps him hanging a haversack on the back of a silvery grey stallion, before dropping five gold aiz (coin) into the young man's hand. Swinging herself into the saddle, Pale Leaf reaches down, "Fine, get on." And pretty much lifts the boy by his collar before he gets a chance to argue. "And hold on tight."
Bumping his way downstairs, Keelan sees Pale Leaf leaning against a wooden pillar of the stable. "You are late, boy." Noticing the boy, she straightens herself
and greets him with her typical 'warmth'. "Get your horse, we leave at this instance!" "Errrr...I don't have one." Keelan scratches his head, awkwardly."I don't
suppose you walked all the way down here from Dairnach?" Sheer impatience can be heard from the hunter's voice. "No, on a postal wagon."
The boy muffles a growl and rolls his eyes, before beginning the search for his tunic. Keelan is making such a hurry that he even manages to get tangled by
his trousers. The boy falls face down, a familiar sharp pain shoots across his left shin. He looks down, a strange red scratch, which he is certain was not
there before, stands out against his tan skin. Swell, when do dreams begin to leave souvenirs?
Keelan nearly jumps out of his bed, thankfully it was just a dream, or was it? Noticing a shadow cast on his blanket, the boy looks up...pale face, runed mask, glowing orange eyes..."Pale Leaf what are you doing in my ROOM!" Whines the Keelan as he struggles up from the floor. "Get up and get ready, meet me at the stable downstairs. You have five minutes." The demon hunter turns away and closes the door...and shuts Keelan's complains behind his tongue.
The sudden pain brought Keelan to ground, extinguishing his hope of escape. Shadow crept from behind. Keelan was freezing in fear, yet was turning around shakily
and uncontrollably. He saw a woman, not a blue but a pale one. Silver streaks in her hair caught the moonlight, half of her face was hidden in shadow,
the other half underneath an eerie runed mask. All was shadow, all but two bright orange glow...
