Zazz
The Pickliest Bean
Lohrithe deflected the wild roots diligently, protecting the Sumennan elfling - at least, she looked elvish to him. Who knew what the elves really looked like in the west? They were rumoured to be beautiful beyond imagination, and the healer was, certainly, beautiful, what with her sunkissed hair and those deep, warm eyes. The drow protected her until, suddenly, the tree was set aflame in a brilliant blue. He stood, sword raised, both mesmerized and terrified. His orc friend was trapped by a root, but Lohrithe could not move. He was held captive by the magnificent, terrible light. Both fear and awe gripped him tight.
Before he knew it, the ordeal was over. The tree settled into its former state, still alight with blue fire. He stared at it, even as he was manhandled this way and that by the Summerlander elf. He just could not tear his gaze away.
Before he knew it, the ordeal was over. The tree settled into its former state, still alight with blue fire. He stared at it, even as he was manhandled this way and that by the Summerlander elf. He just could not tear his gaze away.