Forever Nymiste Part 2
Well, I woke up early this morning and got a little bit more writing done on the story. And I finally decided on the name for the story. Here it is. Let me know what you think of it.
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Eirik reached out his hand to assist this stranger onto her feet. He pointed to himself and said Eirik in the hopes that she understood it was his name. He said his name again slowly so she could hear the pronunciation. He wasnt sure how different her language was from him.
He was assured that she understood when she smiled, pointed to herself and said Wakela. At least he now knew his new companions name. It was definitely an interesting sounding name. He could not wait to find out more about her. However, upon looking at her poor horse, he felt his heart sink. He knew that his curiosity would not be fulfilled anytime soon. Her horse was still weary from whatever had spurred her to leave her homeland. He would have to lead her back slowly.
She wasnt sure why he led her to his horse when Eoli was a perfectly fine steed. She was sure the Eoli would be jealous of her riding another horse. However, when she glanced over at the horse, it looked almost relieved. Maybe she had pushed it hard earlier. All she knew is that she needed to get as far away from Nymiste as possible.
Eirik had chosen to walk leading the horses while she rode on his massive stallion. She was thankful that he allowed her this, as she was much still much too exhausted. As they woke, Eirik started singing in his native tongue. She did not understand the words, but the sounds and tones intrigued her.
Worry and doubt crept into her. How could she survive in a land where no one spoke her language? How could she accomplish the basics of life? She wasnt sure, but she felt as if Eirik would be there to help her in whatever she chose.
They slowly ambled onward, passing many groves of trees along the way. Each one was more exotic to Wakela then the next. She wanted to ask him to stop so that she could sample the fruits from each, but she wasnt sure how for long they had to ride. Nor did she know what time of the day it was.
As they strolled on top of a hill that looked like many they had already passed, she saw the little village tucked away down below. It reminded her of Nymiste so very much. This brought a tear to her eye. She could hear the laughter of children. The smells of many meals being cooked in various homes had reached her nose.
Eirik had stopped to marvel at his little village with a smile. He had turned to tell Wakela the name of his village when he caught sight of the tears rolling down her cheek. Had she lived in a place similar to this? If so, what forced her to leave? He could not see any reason why anyone would want to leave an idyllic place such as this. His heart was saddened to see her crying. He grew doubtful that he could help her.
He slowly raised his hand and pointed at the village. He softly spoke one word. Haraeg. She knew that this was the name of his town instantly. She held her hands up to her heart and said Nymiste. He was sure that was the name of her town.
He slowly led the horses down the path towards Haraeg. Many children ran to greet him only to stop quickly upon sight of the stranger. Krystae was the only elf that they had ever known. Wakela had elfin features. However, she was very different then Krystae.
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Future installments will be posted as I write them.
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Eirik reached out his hand to assist this stranger onto her feet. He pointed to himself and said Eirik in the hopes that she understood it was his name. He said his name again slowly so she could hear the pronunciation. He wasnt sure how different her language was from him.
He was assured that she understood when she smiled, pointed to herself and said Wakela. At least he now knew his new companions name. It was definitely an interesting sounding name. He could not wait to find out more about her. However, upon looking at her poor horse, he felt his heart sink. He knew that his curiosity would not be fulfilled anytime soon. Her horse was still weary from whatever had spurred her to leave her homeland. He would have to lead her back slowly.
She wasnt sure why he led her to his horse when Eoli was a perfectly fine steed. She was sure the Eoli would be jealous of her riding another horse. However, when she glanced over at the horse, it looked almost relieved. Maybe she had pushed it hard earlier. All she knew is that she needed to get as far away from Nymiste as possible.
Eirik had chosen to walk leading the horses while she rode on his massive stallion. She was thankful that he allowed her this, as she was much still much too exhausted. As they woke, Eirik started singing in his native tongue. She did not understand the words, but the sounds and tones intrigued her.
Worry and doubt crept into her. How could she survive in a land where no one spoke her language? How could she accomplish the basics of life? She wasnt sure, but she felt as if Eirik would be there to help her in whatever she chose.
They slowly ambled onward, passing many groves of trees along the way. Each one was more exotic to Wakela then the next. She wanted to ask him to stop so that she could sample the fruits from each, but she wasnt sure how for long they had to ride. Nor did she know what time of the day it was.
As they strolled on top of a hill that looked like many they had already passed, she saw the little village tucked away down below. It reminded her of Nymiste so very much. This brought a tear to her eye. She could hear the laughter of children. The smells of many meals being cooked in various homes had reached her nose.
Eirik had stopped to marvel at his little village with a smile. He had turned to tell Wakela the name of his village when he caught sight of the tears rolling down her cheek. Had she lived in a place similar to this? If so, what forced her to leave? He could not see any reason why anyone would want to leave an idyllic place such as this. His heart was saddened to see her crying. He grew doubtful that he could help her.
He slowly raised his hand and pointed at the village. He softly spoke one word. Haraeg. She knew that this was the name of his town instantly. She held her hands up to her heart and said Nymiste. He was sure that was the name of her town.
He slowly led the horses down the path towards Haraeg. Many children ran to greet him only to stop quickly upon sight of the stranger. Krystae was the only elf that they had ever known. Wakela had elfin features. However, she was very different then Krystae.
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Future installments will be posted as I write them.
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