To late for stealth now he grinned, breaking into a run. This was more his style, this excitement, there was a rush inside him, a fire that wanted to burn, now it was time to let it out.
The guards could react fast, he knew their habits and how well trained they were, he had trained with them for years after all. Now, now they might as well been strangers, their expressions of shock as the young lord barreled through their number. He was close to the manor docks now, and he would not be stopped. He leapt onto a window ledge and used one midlander as a springboard, he tore his cloak off and thrust it into the face of a surprised wildwood elezen as he sailed over his outstretched arms. Xzenivar landed in a roll, jumped forward and slid on his knees his knees between the legs of a sea wolf that had arrived just a bit to late to offer any support.
He knew these men, knew them well, and had no qualms exploiting all he knew. His freedom was at stake.
Pushing himself back up to his feet he dashed threw the maze like corridors meant to confuse an invader. This was his home, his playground, they did not confuse him, they offered him shelter, gave him tools to knock over and obstruct his pursuers. He would have laughed at the thrill of this, if that would not have been a waste of much needed breath.
He was running so fast, that he barely noticed the hooded pair in front of him until it was too late, these weren’t their guards…
It was too late to stop, the taller one lurched in front of the smaller to protect his charge, and Xzenivar spun out of his way to avoid a collision but the smaller, damn it!
“Watch out!†he was off balance, and her hands flew up to shield herself from the speeding man.
That’s when it happened, something had definitely happened, and Xzenivar Ashallanset wasn’t even sure what it was. His hand flew out, and as if drawn together their hands met, and clasped tight. The pair of them spun down the hallway, each counter balancing the other so that it looked like a choreographed dance. Xzenivar’s face was a mask of surprise, a look mirrored in the clear eyes of the woman he held hands with. He could make out little, but he caught her slight grin of her red lips and the small laugh that escaped them.
Planting his foot and taking her by the shoulder he managed to stop their spin and steady her, though he wasn’t sure when her arms had wrapped around her neck, nor why he had her dipped as if they had just blazed a trail on the ballroom floor.
“My, how romantic,†she trilled. “Sweeping a lady off her feet, holding her so close like this under the light of Menphina’s moon. What do you do for an encore?†she grinned.
“Sorry, I’m really in a hurry, sorry about that!†He didn’t have time to respond to her teasing! Though he couldn’t deny the blush on his cheeks either. Standing her upright he bowed his head to the man guarding her and looked out the window.
The moon really was full, and beautiful tonight, but more importantly, he was close enough to the ground, and a cart of hay was left in a most handy position.
“What is your name, my polite brigand?†that laugh again that heated his cheeks. One foot was already on the ledge and he was just getting ready, but… well he could at least give that.
“Xzenivar Ashallanset my lady, and I am no brigand.†And pushed himself off into a headlong dive a story below.
Well, the hard part was over.
“Tendaji…†the woman smiled from the window, eyes on the blond haired man she had met so briefly, dash towards the harbour.
“Yes my mistress?â€Â
“I want him.â€Â
“Yes, my mistress.â€Â
The guards could react fast, he knew their habits and how well trained they were, he had trained with them for years after all. Now, now they might as well been strangers, their expressions of shock as the young lord barreled through their number. He was close to the manor docks now, and he would not be stopped. He leapt onto a window ledge and used one midlander as a springboard, he tore his cloak off and thrust it into the face of a surprised wildwood elezen as he sailed over his outstretched arms. Xzenivar landed in a roll, jumped forward and slid on his knees his knees between the legs of a sea wolf that had arrived just a bit to late to offer any support.
He knew these men, knew them well, and had no qualms exploiting all he knew. His freedom was at stake.
Pushing himself back up to his feet he dashed threw the maze like corridors meant to confuse an invader. This was his home, his playground, they did not confuse him, they offered him shelter, gave him tools to knock over and obstruct his pursuers. He would have laughed at the thrill of this, if that would not have been a waste of much needed breath.
He was running so fast, that he barely noticed the hooded pair in front of him until it was too late, these weren’t their guards…
It was too late to stop, the taller one lurched in front of the smaller to protect his charge, and Xzenivar spun out of his way to avoid a collision but the smaller, damn it!
“Watch out!†he was off balance, and her hands flew up to shield herself from the speeding man.
That’s when it happened, something had definitely happened, and Xzenivar Ashallanset wasn’t even sure what it was. His hand flew out, and as if drawn together their hands met, and clasped tight. The pair of them spun down the hallway, each counter balancing the other so that it looked like a choreographed dance. Xzenivar’s face was a mask of surprise, a look mirrored in the clear eyes of the woman he held hands with. He could make out little, but he caught her slight grin of her red lips and the small laugh that escaped them.
Planting his foot and taking her by the shoulder he managed to stop their spin and steady her, though he wasn’t sure when her arms had wrapped around her neck, nor why he had her dipped as if they had just blazed a trail on the ballroom floor.
“My, how romantic,†she trilled. “Sweeping a lady off her feet, holding her so close like this under the light of Menphina’s moon. What do you do for an encore?†she grinned.
“Sorry, I’m really in a hurry, sorry about that!†He didn’t have time to respond to her teasing! Though he couldn’t deny the blush on his cheeks either. Standing her upright he bowed his head to the man guarding her and looked out the window.
The moon really was full, and beautiful tonight, but more importantly, he was close enough to the ground, and a cart of hay was left in a most handy position.
“What is your name, my polite brigand?†that laugh again that heated his cheeks. One foot was already on the ledge and he was just getting ready, but… well he could at least give that.
“Xzenivar Ashallanset my lady, and I am no brigand.†And pushed himself off into a headlong dive a story below.
Well, the hard part was over.
“Tendaji…†the woman smiled from the window, eyes on the blond haired man she had met so briefly, dash towards the harbour.
“Yes my mistress?â€Â
“I want him.â€Â
“Yes, my mistress.â€Â