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Revan watched the two elves dancing in the grove. Almost the entire temple of Eilistraee watched intently. They all sat in a giant circle surrounding the dancers. Rowina grabbed his hand and squeezed tightly. Everyone was singing a melody that he did not know. It was a beautiful song of Eilistraee, full of high notes and sweet hums. Even if he did know the tune, there was no way he could sing the way these elves could. He just listened quietly and watched. He focused again on the two dancing elves.
The first elf was Lady Sable Ssussun Z'hin, the High priestess and chosen of Eilistraee. She had piercing violet eyes and long shining silver hair. She was average hieght for a drow, but her beauty was unearthly, her aura of power was easily overwhelming. she was naked, but it only improved her graceful movements, her black skin seemed as smooth as coal. Her hair whirled wildly in the night.
Revan needed to avoid her as much as he could, someone with that much power could do terrible things to him. Especially since she was female. He shivered as he thought about the punishments he had endured back in V'elddrinnsshar. Though Eilistraee was said to be the daughter of Corellon Larethian, the bastion of good for all elves, she was also the daughter of Lolth, the evil spiderqueen. Just thinking of her malicious and unmerciful servants made his skin crawl. Only time would tell him who Eilistraee took after more.
Thinking Revan was cold, Rowina snuggled up closer to him and continued singing.
Revan sighed as he turned his attention to the other dancer, a peculiar elf indeed. He was only half drow, and yet he was the second highest ranking member of the church. He was a paladin, a holy warrior. A paladin wielded much the same powers that a cleric did, but they were more ready for combat, and took their orders directly from the clerics. This elf was wearing nothing but light leggings. He danced around with his superior was surprising grace for a half breed. He was totally bald except for a braid of hair that went just past his shoulders, and it whipped around whenever he twirled and dipped with his partner.
Servants, one and all he thought grimly. And now he would have to join them. Join the singing, the preaching and the rituals. He rolled his eyes. The Dark Maiden? It didn't seem like a very loving tittle. He sighed. It wasn't like he was going to be accepted by the surface elves and their worship of Corellon though, even if he could stomach taking orders. They would probably shoot him full of arrows on sight. Wasn't the reason he left V'elddrinnsshar that he couldn't stand to be ordered around anymore? Besides the extreme cruelty and devilish mood of every single drow. The gore didn't bother him so much, but the way his fellow drow enjoyed it, he shook his head to clear his thoughts.
The dance ended its cresendo with a glorious climax, with Lady Sable and the half drow hooked onto each other and swords held high, straight up towards the moon. The singing stopped and it was serenly quiet for a moment. Everyone started getting up and laughing and complimenting the show. He stood up with Rowina and to his great disappointment she dragged him towards the center of it.
"Sable!" she yelled with a hand cupped over her mouth. Revan gasped. Talking to a chosen of Eilistraee so informaly?
Further to his discomfort, Lady Sable stopped talking to her partner and looked right at them. she motioned for them to come to her. Revan sighed inwardly. Great. At least he would get to see her nudity up close. He grinned devilishly.
They continued through the crowd untill they were next to the two performers. Rowina let go of his hand to give Lady Sable a fierce hug.
"You were great up there Sable! And you too," she said as she hugged the other drow as well. He smiled heartedly.
"Thanks Rowina. How are you cousin?" Lady Sable said as she retrieved some robes on the ground. Revan coughed. Cousin? They were cousins!?
All three drow looked towards Revan as he coughed in surprise again.
"Who is your friend Rowina? He is quite pleasing to look at," Lady Sable asked with a wink.
"Oh is that so?" said the half drow, a hurt expression on his face.
"I'm only teasing you," she replied with a playful rib jab. They both laughed and Revan saw their fingers intertwine.
Before Rowina could introduce him he spoke up, "Revan Symzarin at your service milady," he bowed politely.
"Good day. I am Sable Ssussun Z'hin, chosen of Eilistraee. You may call me Lady Sable. I am pleased to meet you," she smiled back at him. She returned his bow and Revan turned to the male drow.
"Greetings. Dar' Tannith. Commander of the temple gaurd and paladin of Eilistraee," he shook Revan's hand with an iron grip. His bright violet eyes seemed to see right through him. It made Revan a little nervous. He smiled for effect and concentrated for a quick moment and brought up his psionic defenses. No one was going to get inside his head, chosen of Eilistraee or not. If any of them noticed any difference, they did not show it.
"He is a new lay worshipper. He has alot of talents, his main one has to do with psionics. It's something I do not know much about but seems to be very powerful. He can teleport like a mage and heal like a cleric," Rowina babbled like an old drunk. Both of their faces brightened, their interests piqued.
Revan silently cursed Rowina's mouth. So much for remaining mysterious.
"What she says is true," he interrupted. "Psionics is very much like magic. I can do many of the same things, only well, I can't throw fireballs and lightning bolts," Revan said with a fake laugh.
The others laughed on cue. "Well, maybe you can show us something later," Dar' Tannith said with a grin. "I hear psionics is very interesting,"
"Yes, it must wait untill later though. Right now we have plans," Lady Sable giggled.
Rowina rolled her eyes and motioned for them to go and they walked off into the thinning crowd.
"So they are an item?" Revan's brow furrowed in confusion. They looked genuinely happy. In drow society, when a female picked a consort it was with or without his permission. Doom befell a male who didn't gratefully accept a females advances.
"Yes. Just like us," Rowina simply said as she leaned on his shoulder and she steered him towards her room.
Just like us? Revan sighed to himself, what was he getting himself into? He wasn't sure about anything these days.
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Havoc
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Twilight Shadows 13
