Lossen Gilgalad

[Kai-dono]

A girl of approximately 18 sat on the snowy ground, leaning against the inner side of the wall surrounding Drand-o Loth. She held her left arm bent into an "L" in front of her and was murmuring an old incantation. She slid her glowing right hand across her arm as she chanted softly, apparently healing a long gash which ran from her elbow down to her wrist.

Lying in the girl's lap was a katana, the tip of which was caked with dried blood. Once she was done healing her arm, she tested it out by unbending and bending it, then looked down at her sword.

"Lanthir..." she whispered, barely hitting the "n" so that it seemed to not be spoken at all.

Water then seemed to encase the tip of the katana, rushing wildly. Soon, the sword was shining brightly, as if the girl had just bought it.

"Helluin..." the girl whispered again, watching as the sword transformed into a large paintbrush. Sighing, she stood up, stumbling a bit before she regained her balance, then tested out her leg. She had previously healed it, and it was hard to walk with a large scar running down your leg and tightening the skin around it.

Sighing, she stared up at the dark night sky, then whispered, "Lossen Gilgalad." A snowflake appeared in front of her, lighting up the area around her as she stood there, looking around.

This girl was dressed in a black, sleeveless shirt with a "collar" of sorts that covered her neck and a portion of her chin, along with a pair of jeans and black boots with mithril, or silver, covering the toes, and a zipper running down the front of each. Her red eyes eyes pierced the all-but-empty streets around her, and her blue-gray hair seemed an oddity in Drand-o Loth. Pointed ears twitched upon her head until she whispered, "Delio." This odd edhelen, or Elvish, girl... Was Minya.

[Aimi]

A female wolf, about the age of 6 canine years, stood atop a snowy hill, about 6 to 7 feet high, watching the girlwith her discolored eyes. Her long, elegant tail wagged slightly in the slight winds, as the female wolfess continued to stand silently. Curious of this elf-human-thing. Youra, the wolfess, sniffed at the air afew seconds, then silently crept down the hillside, and near the elf-human.

Her jet black fur shone in the moonlight, blood stains and small white areas of down fuzz shaded beneath her body. Her grayish paws sank under the white snow, making a small crunching noises, only the bugs around could hear. Another look around with her yellow and green eyes, she paused, looking towards the elf-human. Then, within a minute, she sprinted across the white snow, behind the elf-human.

Once about 10 feet away from the elf-human, she began trotting slowly, and elegantly, scar on the face not-visible at the angle of the elf-human. The only oddity about this creature was that she hada platinum colored spiked collar around her neck.

[Kai-dono]

Minya paused and shifted her hand, lifting her paintbrush so that it rested on her shoulder. She blinked and glanced behind her, having noticed something or another with her keen elven hearing. "Racs," she whispered. Curses. She sighed and turned around, flipping her paintbrush around to point at the wolf.

"Usted," she said, staring at Youra. "Cómo te llamas?" The She-elf had studied under an animal tamer when she was young, and so had learned the language of the animals. She was not quite able to speak it fluently, but could ask and answer questions, and hold a conversation for a short while.

[Aimi]

Facing the elf-human, Youra looked at Minya with an intense look, head tilted and teeth bared slightly. She was not fond of this...animal talk, nor did she pay much attention to it. Being slightly polite, she growled "Youra" in a low tone. She dispised humans, even elves. Her tail twitched in anticipation, waiting for a reply. Nothing spanish about Youra, yes?

[Kai-dono]

"...Usted hablas la 'Lamb-o En Ghaladhrim?'" she asked, referring to the language of the elves. She was unsure how to word many questions in the language of the animals, so she was hoping for an easier way to speak to the wolf. "O no hablas la 'Lamb-o En Ghaladhrim?'"

Racs... En tharbad na hollen min asar... she thought. Curses... The crossway is to close soon...

[Aimi]

The wolfess laughed a wolfy laugh, then returned to a serious face. "No hablo la lengua de ésos, seres humanos absurdos. Ni tengo gusto de hablar esta lengua animal. ¿Manera de Eather, por qué usted desearía saber sobre mí?" She snapped back towards Minya, Tail flicking one way as she got up and started towards Minya, teeth still bared. "Usted se parece a la clase estar hacia fuera aquí solo de todos modos. ¿Por qué usted ha salido aquí en las tierras animales, duende?" Another tail flick, she neared Minya until she was about4 feet away from her.

[Kai-dono]

"Pero, esta es la ciu-" Minya cut herself off as she heard something, her head snapping to a different direction. Baw man... Not good... "Usted corres," she hissed to Youra, then whispered, "Lossen Gilgalad." The words extenguished her light, and she jumped up, alighting on a staircase which she painted into the air. Hopefully whatever she had heard would not notice her. She didn't feel like being sucked into a battle with a cruel Morben while she still had scars down her arm and leg from the last battle... She was still drained from healing herself, as well.

[Aimi]

Youra ignored her words, trotting back up to the hill that was about 25 feet away, mumbling and growling at Minya. "¡Cómo el atrevimiento ella me dice, Youra, qué a hacer!" she growled under her breath as she plopped down onto the snowy hill, laying her head upon her paws. She closed her eyes for afew minutes, thinking of what she should have done to that elf-human. "¿Cómala quizá?" She asked herself, laughing, her eyes still closed.