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Lorcan

The girl smiled and drew the knife, clutching it in her hand. He admired it silently, the sleek curve if it, the sharpened edges. He knew a good quality weapon when he saw one. “I’m Yila. That’s my brother Niarok.”

Yila. It sounded soft and poetic to his ears.

She leaned towards him, scrutinising his face carefully. He raised an eyebrow.

“Where’d you get the Arankā?”, she inquired.

“I always have it with me,” Lorcan said smoothly. “My people make it – they’re the only ones with the gifts to create it. So I make sure to have a ready supply. Although these days…”

He sighed, bunching up his fist. “The world isn’t what it used to be. Nature is changing. Its getting considerably more difficult for my people to harvest and make the yeast.”

Lorcan glanced down at the knife in her hand. “That’s a beautiful weapon you have there. Knives come in handy. And judging by the way you hold it, you’re well trained.”

He flashed her a half smile, strands of his black hair flopping into his eyes. “Its lovely to meet a young lady who’s fairly resourceful.”

Yila blushed slightly and looked away for a moment. “So – uh who are your people?”

Lorcan pressed his lips into a fine line. Talking to her – he just wanted to reveal everything about him to her. His life, his mission, his flaws, his desires, his past.

But – he couldn’t.

Instead, he turned around, sensing something amiss.

“There is someone else here,” he said softly.

Yila was fixing her hair, tying it back. He couldn’t help but watch her curiously, seeing how she tucked her locks of black hair in.

As she made to get up, he held out his hand. Yila stared at it for a moment before taking it. He helped her up. She was blushing slightly.

He smirked at her. “Try not to get in any more trouble <i>a stór</i>.”

With that he moved away towards Niarok. He felt Yila hesitate before following him. A girl had appeared out of the shadows. She was quite petite with long black curly hair and brown eyes. She was staring up at Niarok, frightened.

This day was just getting more and more interesting.