Elariel waited until the world had stopped spinning to take a deep breath. The packed earth floor of the silo was firm under foot and she looked up, waiting until the Night Elf's eyes refocused before letting go of his elbows and taking a step back, getting a modicum of distance between them. When she had been casting her spell she was unable to ignore the intensity of his eyes. Up close she was also able to appreciate just what a fine specimen he was. From a distance he was all fluidity, grace, and danger. But at an intimate distance he held an unnerving intensity as well; his gaze pierced through her layers and into her core.<br/><br/>"Thank you for coming along without a fuss," Elariel said, keeping a tone of command in her voice. She watched as he looked around the room, taking in the new setting in which he found himself.  "Now I will take you to meet my colleagues. I am sure they would like to meet the reason that Illidan has increased his patrols."<br/><br/>Elariel reached into her pocket and withdrew a clean silk handkerchief.<br/><br/>"Even though I'm sure your other senses are highly trained, I will need to blind fold you before we walk out of here. It is only a short trip to where my colleagues are, and I have no intention of leading you into harm…" She trailed off as if to add a silent *yet*.<br/><br/>Taking a step forward  Elariel reached up, folding the cloth over several times to thicken it up. As she reached up she realised just how much taller he was than her. To properly blindfold him she would need to stretch onto her toes. And she would also need to be close to him; very close. Earlier that hadn't been an issue. She had wrapped herself around him in the heat of the moment, knowing that it was her best shot to subdue him. But now, as she stepped forward and pressed her body against the front of his, it felt much more purposeful,  much more personal. She didn't back down though, as the only other option was to make a quick dash around to his back to tie it up easier, and to risk looking disorganised.<br/><br/>Elariel's chin brushed against the Night Elf's chest as she tilted her head to see what her hands were doing. She took great care to avoid brushing her skin against his ears, but she failed. It was impossible not to touch the graceful peaks, and she bit her lip as she did so. In High Elf society it was considered a grievous invasion of personal space to touch another's ears; it was a sensual zone for her people, and reserved for lovers and flirters. As a blush rose in her cheeks Elariel wondered if it was the same for him as a Night Elf. Either way she tried not to let it get to her; his eyes were covered now and he wouldn't see how it shook her.<br/><br/>Finished tying the knot of the blindfold, Elariel stepped back and took a deep breath. Until that moment she hadn't managed to comprehend the scent of him. As the smell of dirt and rotting wood invaded her nostrils she wished for the pleasant scent of him; fertile land, a forest after the rain, sunlight hitting a babbling brook. Her fists clenched at her side and she silently chastised herself for acting like a hormone crazed fool. He was attractive, there was no denying that, but he was also strong, quick and dangerous.<br/><br/>With a new sense of resolve Elariel reached out and gently clasped his elbow.<br/><br/>"I will take you to my colleagues," She informed him, leading him towards the door of the silo.<br/><br/>She was quick too, she was also powerful and she could be dangerous if she so chose. Just because she had seen him at work did not mean that she was less powerful. Quite to the contrary. She knew that she had the advantage of not yet displaying her skills. She was a talented mage, and she would show him that if push came to shove.<br/><br/>The trip from the silo to the barn was quick. The path was well trodden, so the only obstacles were small stones and slight dips in the dirt. Elariel was able to lead the Night Elf to the other building without having to call out any large hurdles. When they reached the barn, she sent a burst of air at the doors to open them for her and she guided the male into the building. When her eyes adjusted she saw Neras and Roe'nor standing at the other end of the building. They looked up at the intruders, mouths and eyes agape. Their gaze flitted between Elariel and her captive and they stepped closer.<br/><br/>"Explain yourself," Roe'nor commanded, chest puffing out with indignation as he took in the appearance of the Night Elf.<br/><br/>"You wanted to see what was diminishing Illidan's forces. You wanted to know why the patrols have been cut. This is-" Elariel looked at the Night Elf and realised that she didn't know his name and was unable to introduce him properly. "He is the reason. I spotted him several days ago at work, slaying the demons and sending his fellows to sleep. He agreed to return here with me."<br/><br/>Elariel reached up and tugged on the knot holding the blindfold together. With a flutter of pure white silk, the Night Elf's intense orbs were revealed.<br/><br/>"Where are the others?" Elariel asked as she tucked the handkerchief back into her pocket.<br/><br/>"Hunting, they'll return at dusk," Neras informed her, although his allusion to hunting was purposefully vague. Had they been sent out to hunt Illidan or food? Either way, Elariel knew she would find out at dusk.<br/><br/>Neras and Roe'nor stepped closer to the male Night Elf and assessed him.<br/><br/>"Who are you? What were you doing in the Black Temple?" Roe'nor asked.<br/><br/>"And why the hell didn't Elariel confiscate your weapons?" Neras hissed under his breath, more a reproach aimed at Elariel than a question for the Hunter. It was clear that her colleagues could sense the inherent danger in this male.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>