Completed To Dream a Little Dream

[Ireth Telemnar]

The girl moved closer to Ireth, seemingly moving to get between Ireth and the man. Ireth backed off, bumping her back up against an enormous tree that smelled of the onslaught of herbs one might find in the People's Market, in Ravok. Ravok? Where is my city? Where am I?

"Please..." Her flute, where'd she put her flute? "I don't know what is going on. Who are you? You're not from my city." She stated the truth, they spoke with foreign accents. Her bare feet were warm against the roots rising up from their earthy prisons.

[Sayren WindDancer]

Savio just seemed to knock away her paranoia, but wasn't she right to be paranoid? What about this situation was okay? One. Sayren and Savio were no longer in Nyka (Least from what she can tell). Two. This beautiful and gorgeous girl spoke of Ravok. Wait a second, Sayren thought, did I just...She shook the thought away as she glanced back at the girl. She was pleading. She was terrified. She even had her back braced against the tree.

Sayren couldn't help but try to offer the girl as warming smile and a comforting hug. "Hey, its alright. I know this all seems frightening, but we aren't here to hurt you. My name is Sayren WindDancer. I'm a member of the Diamond Clan from Endrykas. However, Savio and I, know each other because we are students to the Iron Fist School in Nyka." Without her notice, her eyes shimmered back to the sky bright blue that they were as she held the girl. The girl was only maybe a few inches smaller than Sayren, letting the young Drykas place her chin above the girl's head. Sayren was even running her hand up and down the girl's back, in hopes of comforting her more.

However, subconscious thoughts seeped forward to her attention. The girl was remarkably lovely and Sayren's hands rested so easily upon the girl's hips. Her mind even wandered more into luscious thoughts. I wonder just what is underneath this dress? She pondered. Wait! No! She shouldn't be thinking this! Must redirect attention!

"Savio...look at her, what exactly feels safe about what's happening? We're not in Nyka, and its obvious this girl is lost as well." Even though her attention was redirected, her arms were still around this girl. Who was she anyways? Her attention now dragged back to the girl as she gazed down into her eyes, "By the way..." A flirtish grin appeared on her for a moment, but she stiffened as she tried to be objective, "What is your name?" By the seven petch it! A sly grin had slipped as she asked the girl her question. Why was she being so...well...TOO friendly with this girl? She was just trying to ask a simple question!

[Savio]

Perhaps it was illogical and wrong, but Savio felt a pit form at the bottom of his stomach when he saw Sayren touch the girl so familiarly. He wanted to be the one touching the girl like that, to offer comfort so that she was no longer scared. But no, Sayren had to just waltz in and pull the girl away from him at though he was some dangerous animal. He wasn’t! He made a mistake and he tried to make up for it but it was never enough for the young Drykas.

Savio narrowed his eyes slightly at Sayren as she proceeded to make Savio look like a fool. “I didn’t say it was safe. But I don’t think it’s as dangerous as the Aperture.” Savio said quietly. He looked over that the frightened girl and tried to offer her a smile. “But regardless, we won’t let anything happen to you. My name is Savio Cazzola from Syliras, but I also am currently at the Iron Fist School in Nyka.”

Sayren then talked right over him, like he hadn’t even said a word. Flirting with the girl shamelessly. It made his stomach twist all the more. Wasn’t Revy enough for the Drykas?

[Ireth Telemnar]

It didn't take an expert to sense the immense tension between the two strangers. Ireth could almost taste it, simmering there in the humid forest air. Then the girl, Sayren, hugged Ireth.

Totally unexpected, Ireth flinched hard, scratching the backs of her arms and her bare shoulders. Stupid dress! She cursed herself, why would anybody wear this?!

She shrugged away from the girl's embrace and moved back over to the man, who was older, but not by much. She glanced between the two. "Ireth... My name is Ireth. From Ravok."

Ireth watched the couple for a bit. Admittedly, the girl was pretty. Sure and strong. Then there was the man... She tried unsuccessfully not to look into the man's eyes. They were so gray. Like stone, or the uncommon rainclouds that wafted over her city. They captured her attention for what seemed like ages before she turned away, blushing. Savio... Savio and Sayren. Hmmm...

She reached out, carelessly, and wiped debris from his shoulder. She blushed fiercely when his gaze followed her hand. "Sorry. You had a little something there."

[Sayren WindDancer]

The girl had shrugged away from Sayren's touch. The drykas wasn't sure to be disappointed or grateful. Her thoughts were getting too clouded and fogged. She couldn't understand why. The girl said her name was Ireth, and she was from the city of Ravok. That was quite some distance away from Nyka as well. SO just where exactly were they? And who brought them here? All those thoughts were interrupted when Ireth approached Savio. How her face turned adorably red, however, her stomach churned. She could feel jealousy boiling at her. But why?

"Don't question it Sayren." A familiar male voice spoke in her head. She blinked in confusion as she looked about, she could have sworn the voice was right beside her. "Sayren!" The voice barked, "Are you going to lose this challenge to Savio? Just look at him, he's already deceiving you both. He's going to beat her, harm her. Just like he almost did to you!" Sayren's eyes widened as she imagined Savio with that frightening grin once more. No, she couldn't let him do that. Not to this poor innocent beautifully gorgeous-grrr! Enough! I have to save her from him!

Her eyes glowed silver as she pulled the girl away from Savio. "Mother Black." The voice whispered into her ear. And with that, she struck Savio with her left elbow. Pausing for only a moment to open up her palm and strike at it with her right fist. Sending tremors through out Savio's body. "You aren't to be trusted Savio!" She barked at him. For a moment, it seemed like an apparition of a man. One much taller than both Sayren and Savio. "I won't let you harm her like you harmed me!" She backed away.

If all proceeded as planned, Savio would be on the ground, in pain, and she would run to the girl and sweep her off her feet before bolting off into the woods. By the seven...she hoped what she was doing was right. Where did she get all this petching strength from!?

[Savio]

Savio watched as the girl moved away from Sayren’s embrace, pressing back against the tree behind her to get away. He became concerned for her wellbeing until she moved back over near him while stating her name. It really did fit her. It was pretty and soft, just like her. But at the moment, she seemed uneasy, looking back and forth between Savi and Sayren. The tension was pretty noticeable, so Savio tried to relax a little to show he that there was nothing to worry about.

It wasn’t until she got close to him that he tensed up once again, even though she avoided his eyes… She touched him, if only to brush something off of his shoulder. He was captivated by the small, delicate hand as she tended to him. He could feel his whole face turn a bright red and goose bumps form on his skin, and he was secretly pleased that she too was blushing as fiercely as he was. A shy smile crept onto his lips at the adorable sight.

The moment was short lived, though as Sayren yanked the girl away from him and attack him with a strange move. Luckily, she was too slow and he was able to catch her elbow just in time before it struck his chest. He then gripped a hold of her arm and twisted it behind her back; not to hurt her but to stop her from attacking him further. He then lightly kicked at the back of her knee, if it worked properly she would lose her balance and fall to the ground.

“What in Tavasi’s name are you doing, Sayren?!” Savio shouted at the mad woman. She answered him, telling him that he was not to be trusted and that he was going to hurt Ireth like he had hurt Sayren.

“How many times must I apologize to you?” Savio yelled back at the Drykas before letting her arm go and backing away from her. “It was a mistake, and you SAW what had caused me to do the things I did.” The hurt he felt could be heard in his voice. Savio sighed and shook his head in dismay before looking at Ireth.

“I am sorry that you had to see that. She isn’t like this normally, I promise.” Savio then looked back at Sayren with puzzled eyes. She had never voiced thoughts like that back home in Nyka.

[Ireth Telemnar]

"Oh, please, no!"

Ireth could tell that she was visibly shaking now, but she didn't have it in her to stop. Here she was, lost in some unknown wood, alone with two attractive strangers, and they were fighting! Not just arguing, but throwing each other around!

And, for the love of her Lord, she knew that they were fighting over her. Her?! That shouldn't be happening! People didn't fight over her! She was just a simple fisherman's daughter, a street musician. People fought over pretty women, women of power, women of wealth, women with beauty. Not girls that wore worn tunics and played a flute for money!

Her shivering made her knees give out and she collapsed on her knees on the forest floor. Where was the strong girl her father had praised? Gone, gone! She's lost! Ireth screamed in her head.

Tears poured down her cheeks and she coughed. The cough was pathetic, and she felt so useless. Why me? Dear Rhysol, why?

[Sayren WindDancer]

Sayren growled in frustration, seemed even Savio was much faster here too. Wherever this place maybe. But in their fray, Ireth began to cry and shake. Pleading for them to stop. Her knees had even given way beneath her. And the coughs, they seemed so violent.

Sayren's features immediately softened as she approached the girl once more, practically forgetting Savio as she held Ireth close. For a few shimmering moments, a figure was seen, standing in Sayren's place, the being was translucent. But massive, the figure was taller, much more msucular than Sayren. And his eyes loomed over at Savio threateningly.

Sayren whispered to Ireth, "I'm sorry...I don't know what I was thinking..."

[Savio]

Savio sighed as he moved over to the crying girl. He hesitantly placed his hand on the girl’s shoulder, trying to offer her some comfort. Savio looked at Sayren though, his expression confused and hurt. She had just attacked him out of the blue and accused him of something that he wasn’t going to do.

Yes, he had made a terrible mistake and he still beat himself up over it but that didn’t make him into a monster. He missed having the Drykas girl as a friend, but if she wasn’t going to let go of his past transgressions then there was no hope of reviving their friendship and that was more painful then her stinging words.

[Ireth Telemnar]

When Savio came to comfort her, Ireth could only notice the horribly hurt look that stained Sayren's face. What is this? Ireth struggled for rational thought. Both of these fighters were strong... and good-looking. And they both were vying for her attention? Why? She wasn't anything special, and she was hopelessly lost here in this silly wood. But when she neared one, the other got upset. They were like jealous children.

So Ireth stood, shakily. She moved away from both of the young folk, her thoughts muddled. "I don't know what is going on. I only want to go home. You both are nice, but I feel like you're fighting over me.... That sounds silly when I say it out loud."

For a moment, she almost reached out and took the two of them by the hands, perhaps to show them that she liked both of them? Wait, what? You cannot think that you might love these folk! You don't know them, you don't know where you are, you don't even know if they're real! Acting afool, afool! her conscience screamed at her.