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Thepoor dear! His injuries sounded far worse than she had initially suspected. And now, he was tremendously injured from them! It was not a life threatening wound so Maeve knew she could avoid using her healing powers, but there was still something in terms of nurturing that she wished to help him with. Besides, it appeared he was all alone with no one to care for him. And no one should have to be like this. She looked so sad, so tired, so......so very many different things that it would be impossible for Maeve to turn a blind eye and walk away from him when he looked so.... in need of help. The concern filled her eyes, and she fought back the tears from forming in them. Out of genuine sympathy for the pain he was feeling.

If she was not so clouded with immediate concern, perhaps she would have recognized the inconsistency between his words and expressions and his emotions and aura. But she was not focusing on that right now. Besides, no one would lie about being wounded! And she had actually seen him trip so it was not as if he had made that up! She stopped walking immediately when she noticed his limp and furthermore, his admittance that he could not move. This only encouraged her to help him, not that she needed much more reason to say. Oh you poor dear! She stated so very worried about his well being. Here, allow me to help you, he offered, already at his side. She put one arm around his back and took his to drape it around her shoulder.

So this way, she could give him some more support when walking. She did not mind physical contact as she was never really restricted in this area. In fact, she tended to be a bit too friendly. Yet something else that Haldir often did not approve of, for he did not like how people reacted to it. Some less innocently than others. We will not go far. The river is over there and it will give you a place to rest. She explained before slightly turning her head so that she could look at him. Are you ready? Please take your time, so to avoid causing your foot further strain. She did not want him to rush for he could only injure it further and increase its severity.

Maeve`s smile remained bright and excited. Oh if only she had known at the time that it had been Alistair whom Isadora spoke of....Maeve would have done more to reassure her that everything would have been okay. Because she would have been saying it with personalized assurance, rather than only knowing the man vicariously through the princess. I do! She answered, before going on to explain the detail of their encounter. In a previous visit to Gwent, I came across the dear princess. She stopped by my stall in the market, and later was so very kind to invite me to her home. Maeve had gifted her with a necklace, hoping the essence of what the stones and symbols in it represented. She even recalled that it had been a druid design, unsure of what it was that had made it feel so right.

Now she knew. She is so very gracious and amiable! She added, enjoying with how much truth and sincerity she could say these words. She will make a wonderful queen, and you will make a wonderful husband for her. Wonderful was truly an understatement, but there were not many words in English she could use to describe how happy she felt for them both. She knew that Alistair was not looking to seek the title 'king', which is why she had referred to him as a 'husband'....because he was more family orientated than motivated by political rank. Amin 'eis ikotane sai cadia. Further expressing her joy by saying in her language, how happy she was.

Well that was an excellent start! Even if his recovery began with something such as inhaling, it was a wonderful way to commence his path to recovery. She just continued to smile, unable to conceal her relief. I am just so happy we found you in time. For I dare not think of the alternative. And how afraid she had been that he would die. But it had worked out for the better, so she need not focus on the what if and what could of happened. His next question, she knew, would require an extended response to having given a brief one earlier. You are alive. That seemed to be the most important thing for him to realize right now.

That he was not dead. That he was simply in another realm, rather than the world that followed whatever came after this one. You are in Mabon; the realm of faeries. She knew these words revealed quite a lot. Especially for those who did not believe in their kind....those who did not believe that faeries existed. And with continuing violence against them, such beliefs would be proven true. I brought you here so that you could recover in peace. So that he would not live in threat, and if he so desired it....he could find a home here. But she doubted it. His place was with his people...back home, for she could feel a strong loyalty from him.

In addition to waking up, he was now speaking too. Though they weren't the most charming of words. Maeve stifled a laugh, trying not to smile by his words spoken in his language. She also knew that they were made in 'innocent' humor though Haldir would most certainly see differently. Furthermore, Alistair went on to speak English, speaking to Maeve about Haldir this time for all to understand. It only agitated the faery further. Haldir did not like outsiders to begin with and this certainly was not making him warm up to Alistair. She would also to say something, not wanting to see either man upset. Even if it was in good humor, though the good humor aspect of it was a bit one sided. As Haldir found no amusement in this situation. Ro tael n'uma cas. She assured him in a gentle voice, placing a hand on Haldir's shoulder to calm him.

Haldir looked at Alistair sternly, completely unappreciative of his 'joking' words. Sina air' mani air' raika yassen gwaith a're. Once again, Maeve found herself having to suppress a smile at his words. She wanted no animosity between both men, but also knew that they had no ill will towards each other. It was simple teasing....of sorts. With those words, Haldir decided to make his leave from the presence of the druid. Maeve watched him exit before lowering herself to her knees so that she could speak to Alistair at the same eye level. It sounds like you are doing much better, she said smiling, this time a glimmer of amusement in her eyes and jovial expression.

Maeve could feel the sincerity in her voice, but what she could not yet determine was the source of her negative emotions. Which was why she felt a strange wave of relief when Isabel agreed to see what she had to offer. It was not about the money, though Maeve thought it kind for the woman to assure her of future payment. It was so strange in this realm; that no one seemed to believe in a selfless kind act. To the people here, a good deed had the expectation to be reciprocated and Maeve had often wondered how some people could so easily dismiss a gesture out of the kindness of their hearts, rather than purely for selfish purposes.

But once again, it was not her place to judge these things. Such was the way of their customs and she respected that, being a visitor in these lands. Maeve continued to smile, feeling more and more compelled to aid this woman....even if she did not require her assistance. I would like to show you a particular piece, She began to say as she searched her bag for it. She had a certain one in mind for Isabel. Maeve crafted specific things for specific people, but upon first meeting someone she could easily establish which jewelry pieces suited them....based on what emotions she read and which stones and jewels would best suit them.

Finding the piece she required, she unwrapped the cloth from it and held it up. It was a necklace, crafted from the stones of Mabon, and its fashion which often gave it a foreign look to this realm. Which only enabled people to grow intrigued by her pieces. There were places for three stones in this necklace, and the one on both the left and right side were sodalite, with the one in the middle being sapphire. As both stones were of a blue color, they were of different shades making the piece look compatible but also hold a detectable difference between them. The intricate border of each pendant consisted of small diamonds which was also what was embedded in the silver chain. Holding it up, allowed it to glisten making it all the more appealing to ones eye. (( CLICK to see necklace! ))

But as Maeve had said before, this piece held significance, not only for its style but for what each stone represented. There are two kinds of stones in this necklace, Maeve began to explain, even though Isabel may not be interested in their symbolism. The one on the left and right is sodalite. It purifies ones aura, cleansing it from negativity and protecting you from negative energy from people around you. It was the negativity that Maeve had detected from her; the darkness in her heart; the dark aura surrounding her. The stone in the middle is sapphire, she went on to say. It promotes light, pure emotions. Such as the purity of ones mind, serenity, joy, and peace. It opens the mind to beauty and love, and clears the mind from unwanted thoughts.

Whatever plagued Isabel.....the sapphire would hopefully encourage the light from the darkness; keep her mind open to the good rather than the bad. These two stones working together, held all the more power. They were not enchanted, but it was more the essence of them. It depended on whether the person was open to allowing them to grant them solace and peace, for it would only be then that they found serenity in them. As Maeve often designated certain stones to certain people. Maeve rose to her feet once more and offered it for Isabel to take, a smile on her lips. It is a gift. Because Maeve did not want coin for it. She wanted to help Isabel; she wanted to help cleanse all the darkness from her. Whatever caused it, however deep it was emerged in her....no one was past help.

Maeve found his smile practically contagious. His words were spoken with such friendliness, that she found herself smiling in return. What a kind man! She knew full well that Haldir would not be too approving of this, but he never objected to the point of defiance. He merely protected her yet, it was men like the one in front of her who did not take a kind offer for granted. While there was something she felt from him, it came clouded by the instinctive concern she felt from him. Her smile faded when he spoke of requiring her assistance. Oh perhaps it was more serious than she had thought! One should never assume such things, for he could have injured his foot, the pain simply numbed yet presence.

Though, she did not sense any pain from him. He could very well be strong enough to hide it though. I am, she answered when he questioned her capability. It was of course a completely valid question, though she would not mention just how well versed she was in the ability to heal others. If need be though, she would indeed use more than natural remedy to aid him. He brought her hand from his arm and placed the palm of it on his forehead, as if trying to feel for something. She obviously felt no restriction when it came to offering a touch if only to aid another. She felt many things, mostly his exhaustion, which only made her more concerned for him. He must be hungry and thirsty, as well as tired. Did he have any food to fill the hunger cravings? Or any water to quench his thirst?

After a few moments she lowered her hand, looking into his eyes so that he would know her concern for him was genuine. You are so very tired, she said, vocally revealing that she recognized this. Of course, it did not take any powers to recognize such a thing, for it was apparent in his eyes. Please, you must rest. Come with me, she urged, wanting to take his hand and lead him to a more peaceful resting place. There was a lake nearby and it would be easier to help him if he found an appropriate place to sit, and nearby access to water. She did not however yet take his hand, as she knew from personal experience that some humans strongly objected to this action....some even went a little too far. This was where Maeve's naivety got the better of her. Instead, she just took a small step forward and turned to look at him, wondering if he was able to walk or if he had injured his foot as a result of his stumble.

Maeve was enjoying the beautiful day! Without a set destination in mind, it made the journey so much more peaceful and enjoyable. They could take their time, despite the desperation to find aid to their people. There was no way she could rush this, so she may as well enjoy what beauties that this realm had to offer during their grander purpose. She had left her cloak back where Haldir and Mirshann were resting. The strong sun was far too glorious to be covered in layers. So instead, she clad herself in a lilac dress that covered her feet flowed freely in the back as a tail, yet was able to move gracefully in it. She allowed her hair to flow freely in the very light wind, and was simply enjoying everything that these woods had to offer.

She paused, only when realizing that she was not alone. Someone was near her, and it did not take long for a figure to come into sight to satisfy this curiosity. It was a young man, a long term traveler from the looks of it. She could feel the fatigue in him; how he was worn and....oh dear! How he tripped! Maeve's eyes slightly widened in alarm for his well being. She may not know him, but that did not make her less than concerned about his health. If need be, she could aid him in the ways that her race enabled her to. While he did not seem too badly injured she would of course have to check just to be sure! She rushed over to him, moving at an elegant pace yet she did not want to take her time. Practically gliding towards him, he did not seem to notice another lurking presence.

Which made sense as she approached him from the side. She quickly moved forward without a moment's hesitation so that she was now standing directly at his side, hoping her words would stop him from moving forward. Just to make sure, she gently put her hand on his arm as a further attempt to stop him. Kind Sir, are you alright? She asked with a voice filled with genuine concern and inquiry. I noticed you nearly fell and would like to make sure you are well. If he would let her of course. She could not force her aid upon others, so would never understand how people could withhold from offering assistance to those who may require it.

Maeve was traveling the realm outside her own; the world. One that held so much violence...so much destruction...yet, so much hope. She was not one to give up on her people or the peace that she knew everyone could attain if only they came together. But for now, she was simply searching...venturing further and further away with only the help of her riding companion, MIrshann, as well as Haldir, the healer and a warrior of her realm. With these two she traveled well from Mabon, journeying the world, as a hopeful seeker of peace. She wore her long purple cloak which flowed past her feet, covering the backside of the horse. Her hood was over her head, to protect herself from the cool wind blowing in the air.

The travels thus far had been fairly peaceful, which is why it was unusual when Maeve suddenly but gently pulled the reigns to stop Mirshann. Haldir immediately followed suit, and stopped his own horse. Mani syrdaer lle He questioned, filled with concern. Maeve paused before answering, creating a temporary silence. Eller air mystaeli. She answered, sensing another presence among them. She could feel it. There was a pain surrounding them.....someone was injured. Haldir reflexively but subtly reached for his sword which was well concealed under his own cloak.

Maeve followed the source and it did not take long to find it. A young girl collapsed on the ground, clearly unconscious. Maeve swiftly glided off her horse and rushed towards the girl, immediately dropping to her knees beside her. On tia paes. She said in a breathless whisper, feeling her eyes fill with tears. She gently placed her hand on the young woman's forehead, closing her eyes and entering a deep trance within moments. She opened her eyes, knowing that there were wounds too deep for her to heal on her own. And this, Haldir knew as well. He joined her at her side and also knelt down next to the woman. Maeve moved her hand so that Haldir could put his own in its place. He placed it on the injured woman's head, closing his eyes and whispering a few poetic words under his breath.

Maeve knew there was no need to enter herself into the woman's unconscious mind in the form of a dream ((to reassure her that she would be fine)), for she would be healed soon enough. But it did not stop the tears from forming in her eyes, allowing a single one to slowly trail down her cheek. She may not know the woman, but that did not make it easy to bare witness to seeing her in such a way. As well as feeling the pain emanating from her. It took Haldir a few moments but soon enough, he opened his eyes and rose to his feet. Re shor shi' tereva. Maeve felt a wave of relief consume her, so gladhad found her just in time. Sal ille. She thanked. She felt Haldir take a few steps away, leading his horse away and leaving Mirshann. He did not have to say where he was going for Maeve to know.

For the two of them knew each other well enough. Haldir knew that Maeve would want to stay with the girl until she was healed. Maeve knew that Haldir did not want to be around when she awoke. While Haldir was not a cruel man, he did not like the company of humans....for reasons that most other races of magic disliked them. Besides, if the young woman heard their words in her unconscious state, she would know that they had used magic to heal her...which was also why Haldir did not stray too far, for such a revelation could easily cost them their lives if they were not careful. You will be fine, She said in the softest of voices, taking one hand of the woman's in her own so that she would not feel alone in their crippled state.

They could not cause the wounds to totally disappear, such as her many cuts and bruises, but they were able to clear her head injury and ensure that her accident had not cost her her life. Maeve was not even sure if she would be mobile when she arose, as they could not predict how the body reacted to their powers of healing until it was strong enough to rise on its own. So all Maeve could do now was wait for her to awaken....holding her hand, and silently praying in foreign words, native to her home, under her breath.

Maeve continued to wipe his forehead and cheek with the dampened cloth. She began to softly hum a song native to her land, with the hopes that it would lull him into a peaceful slumber. Something that she knew he did not obtain often. But here, he would. She would do all within her capability to ensure he had a restful recovery; not having to worry about anything or anyone. Though, something within him seemed to express differently. Now was not the time to question such things. Maeve would never prioritize her own curiosity above ones health. She continued to hum, even singing a few words of the song before he seemed to be in a deep enough sleep. At which point, she put the cloth back in the bowl and raised from her knelt position.

She gently placed her hand on his forehead and leaned down, in a soft whisper speaking to him. Sleep well my friend. And with these words, placed a very soft kiss on his forehead. Not in a romantic sense, but more in a maternal way....for she deeply cared about the man as a sister did for her brother. If she did not, then she would not have brought him here. Nor entrusted him with the grand secret she knew she would have to reveal to him when he was coherent enough to hear it.

Turning to the side, she saw Haldir approach her. Ier lle mesi lye tal' ser ho? Maeve knew that Haldir trusted her completely, but she was also well aware of the fact that this was no small matter. That bringing an outsider to Mabon was something no one has done for many years. Amin ser ho thelia. And that was good enough for Haldir. He gave a short nod to her before she seated herself on a chair and just waited for Alistair to wake up. Haldir remained with her, to ensure that his health was indeed improving and nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. Their conversation consisted of updates from reports of other faeries trapped outside the realm who had just recently found their way home.

As queen, Maeve felt the burden of having lost so many of their kind, and could only pray that the world became less violent, and peace would soon prosper. Their conversation was interupted when Haldir made notice to Alistair's eyes opening. Ro air' shajol de. He was towering over the slowly awakening man, staring down at him, in that serious expression that his face always held. Especially in the presence of a foreigner. Maeve immediately rose from her seat and hurried towards him so that she was standing near Alistair, but not looking down directly at him.