<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg3740672#msg3740672">Quote from: Drift on 08-10-2010, 01:28:11</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You sure it wasn't a proposal?"<br/>He sighs, feigning disappointment.<br/>" Ah well, I might consider some of your ideas, if they are half as nice as you! Just not now. I'm feeling rejected now and will need the time to recover..."<br/>He looks almost sincere pouting. Almost. And he keeps such a face for almost 15 seconds.<br/><br/>Then something happened which stopped the conversation dead in its tracks...<br/><br/>A scream was heard from the other end of the camp. Of course, that's not far, and the boy who is screaming is actually trying to be understood.<br/>"She's dead! No! She's dead, I tell you..."<br/>Someone is running towards the camp from the forest nearby, waving his hands and screaming on the top of his lungs. His tunic looks suspiciously dark in the light of the setting sun, unlike what is typical for the Sarista, but his voice shows their characteristic accent.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Viorica's smile wavered slightly at his suggestion that it might have been a proposal since the thought had touched her mind if but briefly.  There was no harm in such suggestions and games.<br/><br/>But the scream snatched her attention immediately, reminding her of visions and her worries about the way the night might yet unfold.  She tended to live with a certain measure of fear and distrust in her heart and so any alarm of that sort set her on edge.<br/><br/>"I should go."  She said, knowing that her magic might be of use if someone was injured, but not if they were truly dead.