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vyjuarts · 1 month

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Aureum (Elentiya Wildwind), draconic sorcerer elf

I happily bring you my third ever dnd character as a new addition to my series where I bring my and my groups characters to life. ✨

The Mharoti Empire is most well known of their essentially dragon superiority. High ranking role or leading position can only be given to draconic folk, dragons or dragonborns. Any other race are good as slaves or token dummies in low ranking positions. The main motivation of the empire's leader, the draconic Dread Sultan, is full domination and spreading out their power towards many territories, thus keeping siege on multiple kingdoms all at once.

Sweet Elentiya was born in the Mezar province of the Mharoti Empire as the lone daughter to a fairly poor elven couple. After the mother passed away due to the childbirth, as Elentiya later learned was a highly common thing in her bloodline, her father took care of the little girl. In her youth, nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary with her, she was a kind young woman helping out her father around the house and fields. She and her father created a happy, loving home, even in their poor conditions.

After she turned into a young woman is when her body started to change in a different manner. She started showing signs of magical abilities she couldn't control as well as changes on her skin. Small spikes and scales started forming in her shoulders, abdomen and face that she couldn't hide after a while. As her powers started to show up more and more and with increasing intensity, so did her abnormal features. These changes scared her and we'll as her father, who instead of understanding and support, gave only condemnation and distance to her panicking daughter.

After some unfortunate events with the little villages superstitious dwellers, a dragonborn soldier group was sent to the little cottage of the elven family to eradicate a so-called aberration that can only mean bad luck and suffering to everything nearby. Against all expectations, the leader black dragonborn didn't kill the young woman on sight, but, after just watching her that seemed like an eternity, ordered Elentiya to follow her or die. The last memory of her father was his relieved face as she was pushed out of that little cottage and embarked on a long travel to the most eastern edges of the Dragoncoil Mountains.

She was escorted through treacherous mountain peaks and deadly cliffs to an enormous stone stronghold atop of the most complicated and monumental cave system she has ever hear of. This was the Awaking Deep, as she learned later, a secret base of the Dread Sultan's special forces. There she learned how the Deep's leader, the dark Shanta, who is Elentiya's great-grandmother, collects young magic-wielder women of dragonic descendance, half-bloods or less, to create a new force team for the Dread Sultan as magic user wyvern riders. This ambitious plan goes against all previous dogmas of the Empire, especially how humanoids with partly dragonic descendance are usually killed on sight or, in best cases, get chased away.

Eletiya also got answers to her questions regarding her heritage. Shanta described her how their powers came from an ancient golden dragon, Hakutala, her great-great-great-grandfather. Learned that Elentiya's cousin, Dorola is also in the Awaking Deep.

This started Elentiya's training in survival and fighting through almost 20 years besides hundreds of women whose only a fraction survived in the end of it. In that enormous, dark cave system the life and survival was immensely difficult, Elentiya survival was only ensured with teaming up with her older cousin, Dorola.

Only after 20 years of bloody training was when the 33 best fighter got the chance to choose their wyverns and be sorted in different flight circles. Through fights and duels, Elentiya earned her wyvern, a young silver coloured male she named Hyperion. With the beast she got into the Golden Wing fleet, where she eventually got the Second in command position to the Wing Leader Dorola.

Finally after 20 years, they got permission to leave the cave systems for flight practices, fleet practices and huntings with ending the day back in the stronghold. Life felt much better, almost felt free for Elentiya next to her strict but loving cousin. But as it is known... You are never truely free from the Awaking Deep.

Through love, heartbreak, child loss and pain, she finally got out from there. She set the loyal Hyperion free for his safety, and under a new name, as Aureum, the Golden Wind, she begins to travel the world with the realms strangest group. But how long can she keep running before the past catching up with her?

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anarchiii · 1 month

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What could of been… —TOG AU

Stand-alone fic | Warnings: angst | Rowan x Aelin

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What if Rowan had known Lyria was pregnant and didn’t go of to war?

Fenrys would have most likely trained Celaena, not Rowan.

Would Celaena be the person she is in KOA?

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Note: this is an AU this isn’t in the books.

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“Rowan! We’re ready!” Lyria’s called from the entryway pulling him back into reality from where he’d been lost in thought. “Coming love!” He echoed back, walking out of the shared bedroom to his wife and their youngest daughter, they were going out to Mistward to visit Emrys and malakai for a party. They were celebrating something along the lines of peace. Since Wendlyn hadn’t been in any conflicts which Rowan was grateful for as that meant Rowan got to spend more time with his family, His daughter Maisie—only eight—had not been pleased at the idea of going out but had begrudgingly accepted after the promise of good food.

He kissed his mates cheek before grabbing his jacket and walking out the door his family trailing behind, he was going to be meeting with Fenrys to see how he was going with the task their queen had given him.

He was tasked with training a girl to control,wield and hone her magic. And not to mention shift. Though from what Fenrys had said the girl was a real spitfire. He knew that because Fenrys had been ranting non stop about her for two hours straight while drinking a monumental amount of ale and then passing out onto Lorcan, he’d feel bad for the male if he wasn’t such a bastard.

Soon enough they were passing through the gates of Mistward heading for a particular building, walking through the door and discarding his jacket on the nearest hanger before doing the same for his mate, kissing her cheek and ruffling Maisie’s hair before going to greet Emrys.

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Celaena was grateful for no training today so were her limbs, the gods new they were on the brink of death. She’s been staring at the ceiling on her pathetic excuse of a bed when Fenrys had walked in. She turned her head to the side and stared at him intensely, annoyed that he had interrupted her daily existence check session.

Fenrys rightfully looked a little intimidated but brushed it of as he sat down on the bed next to her. She hated that about him, he was so carefree.

“So…there’s a little party going on in an hour and you’re kind of required to be there” he said. Great just great, she had to go socialise with some fae, how better could her day get?

She’d been getting dirty looks from all the Fae since she’d arrived, if they didn’t stop soon she’d surely end up burning them to a crisp and as much as she wanted to do that. She couldn’t.

She needed to go to Doranelle and learn everything about the wyrd keys and the Valg as she could, if she killed somebody her majesty Maeve would not be very pleased. “Earth to Elentiya you there?” Fenrys voice pulling her from her thoughts.

“Yeah I’m here” She answered, “Right, I want you to meet one of my friends.”

“Very well” she replied blankly,

Fenrys led her through the crowds of Demi and full blooded Fae and Faeries—even a few humans—all together, no fighting no conflicts. Just co existing for this one particular night.

After walking through the crowd for what felt like hours, they finally found Fenrys friends.

“Celaena I’d like you to meet my good friend Rowan and his mate Lyria, Rowan, Lyria this is Elentiya”

She looked to the Fae finding them already staring at her, awkward, the man—Rowan was beautiful really, with long white hair and dazzling emerald eyes she couldn’t help gaze into—but she wasn’t interested in men—males right now, the female, Lyria. Was a stunning woman, with a head of brown hair adorned with pearls, cascading down her shoulders and gold-brown eyes that reminded her of the freshest honey. She wasn’t a very envious woman but even she couldn’t help feeling jealous of such beauty, it had her looking away to the child clutching her mothers frilly pink dress, the girl couldn’t of been older than ten, her shoulder length light brown hair adorned with lime green bows and crystal clear gems, she was a natural beauty that even Celaena couldn’t help notice. “And this is our youngest daughter Maisie.” Lyria said, even her voice was beautiful, it was unfair really.

“It’s lovely to meet you three” Celaena said trying to sound as polite as possible, even mustering up the energy for a smile, she didn’t bother to think about how dirty her teeth must be or be embarrassed by them. The gods knew she probably looked like she was half dead, she didn’t care. Maybe a few months ago she would’ve but not now. She tried not to linger on the thoughts of if she’d ever care about her looks again.

“Celaena, I hear you are training. May I ask what for?” Rowan asked

Rowan worked for Maeve so there was no point in lying about it, besides Fenrys would call her out for the lie anyway. “I’m trying to get into Doranelle, Her Majesty Maeve insists I learn to wield my…gifts if I want to receive passage to her city.”

“What magic do you have? How much?” Lyria inquired. Almost looking bored with her. Did she not know it was rude to ask about those kind of things?

“Uh, fire magic. I have. Uhm just a small amount.” Celaena was getting uncomfortable with these questions, the female had no business knowing about her magic. She was getting ready to bolt when Rowan said, “well I won’t keep you here all night, I want to greet some old friends, if you’ll excuse us.” —practically dragging his wife away—She could’ve kissed the man for that, he most likely saw her getting uncomfortable. “Very well, it was lovely meeting you guys” she said. They were walking away when Lyria turned and gave her a dirty look. What the hell was that about? She hadn’t been that rude, for a matter of fact she’d been downright delightful.

She tried not to take it to personally as she made her way to the drinks table, grabbing a bottle of faerie wine as she walked over to a shady spot, swigging from the bottle as she surveyed everyone. The taste of the wine was a welcoming sensation as it slid down her throat. She was going to have a mad headache tomorrow but it was a small price to pay for the reprieve it brought.

Two hours and three bottles later Celaena was ready to leave, She didn’t remember why she’d even came in the first place, then again after all the wine she’d had she couldn’t remember much of anything. She was figuring out if she should just leave the bottles of faerie wine where they were or discard them somewhere appropriate when she saw Rowan make his way toward her. Shit? She didn’t have time to wonder if that was a bad thing as he was already in front of her, he had no business being that fast. “Hey, can I talk to you outside for a moment?” He said, “yeah sure” she answered back.

When they were away from everyone he turned to her, his beautiful eyes catching in the fae lights making them shine a bright emerald. She couldn’t help but be entranced in their beauty. He broke the silence first, “I’m sorry about my mate earlier, it was rude to ask such personal questions like that, I had a talk to her about it. I can get her to apologise if that’s what you want.” the idea of making the female apologise was appealing but she’d be a decent person today. “No it’s Alright, if I was her I most likely would’ve asked the same thing, there is no need to make anyone apologise.” She said, Celaena wondered why she was in such a good mood, maybe it was the wine or the dazzling male in front of her, she could get drunk off looking into his eyes all day, that’d be better than any wine. Why was she so..attracted to him? He had a mate and a child for gods sake she couldn’t be like this.

“Thank you for being so understanding Celaena.” He echoed back, god, the way he’d said her name—her alias— she wondered what it’d be like to have him say her name—her real name—to wake up next to him every day,to bear his children—She shut those thoughts away so far that they could only escape in her dreams, her wicked, cruel dreams. Filled with screams of beloved friends—and some of her own—of brown hair that shined in the sun, of sun kissed skin, bloody beds and tables, The scent of lotus and lavender. She shivered at the thoughts. “Anyway, it was nice meeting you, good luck on getting to Doranelle.” Rowan said before he walked back into the crowd—back to that mate of his, and child—She didn’t understand why this was bothering her so much, she didn’t even know his last name and yet she felt like she could, and would. lay down her life for him.

She walked back to her room and plopped down on her bed, pulling the blanket up to her shoulders. —To try and deter the cold— as she tried to drift off to sleep. Ignoring that golden threaded feeling blooming in her chest.

Finally the Sandman came for her and she fell into a dream filled slumber, dreams full of sparkling green eyes and a head full of silver hair lying beneath a crown of blue flames…

The End.

»Bonus chapter«

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rowaelinscourt · 8 months

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We hope everyone is enjoying Rowaelin Month! We've loved all the participation so far and can't wait to keep up the fun! Lets keep things rolling with a fun poll!

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bluestarrcreations · 4 months

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More globies I’ve done <3 For AimiMew (FA), @thundersteel , @heiress-prime , and Elentiya (discord)!

#my art #cute art #commission #furry #furry oc #furry art #slugterra #slugterra oc #ych #animated ych #chibi ych #anime #snowglobe #christmas #harpy oc #harpy

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sarahnotjmaas · 8 months

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Starting Heir of Fire!!!! Here we go!

Dorian met Celaena as a child!?!? Their worlds really do be kissing huh!

Do I have to start referring to her as Aelin? At least it’s easier to spell. When is she like okay I’m just not gonna go by this elaborate made up name any more. Aelin aka Celaena aka Lillian aka Dianna aka Elentiya

#assassins blade #celaena sardothien #the assassins blade #dorian havilliard #chaol westfall #sjm #sarah j maas #aelin galythinius #heir of fire #throne of glass #crown of midnight

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leiawritesstories · 2 years

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What if we reversed it with cowgirl Aelin and city slicker Rowan

What if we reversed it indeed....👀👀👀

here have a quick little thing ;)

warnings: none, i am not responsible for y’all and your thoughts

enjoy!

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The Nebraska sky was bright and wide and blue, the coral and rose tones of sunrise fading into clear cornflower as the day began, almost but not quite matching the hue of Aelin’s eyes as she strode down to the barn, her well-worn leather boots leaving prints in the dust. With her hair braided back and her hat secured onto her head, the strap adjusted loosely under her chin, and her bandanna looped around her neck, she was ready for the heat of the day.

“Mornin’, Darrow!” she called, waving at the herd manager who’d been with Galathynius Ranch practically since the day it began.

“Mornin’, miss,” Darrow returned, his gruff tone hiding the fatherly affection he held for the ranch’s young owner.

Aelin had come into full ownership of the ranch at the ripe old age of twenty-three, and every damn day, she went downstairs half-expecting to see her father leaning against the kitchen counter while her mother made bacon and coffee, both of them smiling at her as she wandered in half-asleep. Every day, she wished Rhoe was there to answer her questions, wished Evalin was there to reassure her that she was doing all the right things. Darrow was her greatest blessing, the older man offering all of his ranch expertise as she learned to manage the place on her own, without the supportive backing her parents had been during the couple of years they’d let her largely run the day-to-day operations.

Now it was just her at the helm and Darrow heading the herds and the handful of other staff she employed to keep Galathynius Ranch running.

“How’s the herd?” she asked, swinging her saddle off the wall and heading over to Elentiya, her sleek bay mare. She stroked her hand across the horse’s flanks, receiving a soft sound of anticipation in return. “That’s right, my girl, we’re goin’ out to see the herd,” she murmured as she brushed her horse down and secured her saddle.

“Doin’ right well,” Darrow replied. “We’re two weeks away from sale season, which means not long after that ‘til roundup.”

Aelin grinned. “So you’re saying the coyotes haven’t got any yet?”

“Coyotes got nothin’ on our fence, girl,” Darrow chortled, leading his charcoal-gray stallion, whom he affectionately referred to as His Lordship, out of his stall.

“Ah, I’m just teasin’,” Aelin smirked, leading Elentiya out of the barn. “’Bout ready there, old man?”

“Watch who yer callin’ old, miss girl,” Darrow teased, swinging himself up into his saddle easily. “Bet I can still beat ya there.” He nudged His Lordship with a booted heel. “Giddy-up, boyo.”

“We’ll see ’bout that,” she called, effortlessly mounting Elentiya and galloping off after the herd manager, easily catching up and keeping pace as they headed for the pasture. At Darrow’s side, Aelin inspected the longhorn herds, checking off all the mental boxes as she made sure everything was just right for the sale season, when the herds were moved along and a new batch was claimed. Which then, of course, led to the roundup, her favorite part of the year.

Sadly, though, she’d be far too busy managing the ranch hotel and guesthouse to participate in the fun this year.

Rhoe and Evalin had developed the idea of opening a guesthouse on the ranch before Aelin was even born, realizing that the growing interest in staying on a “real ranch” was a new, wide-open opportunity for lifetime ranchers like them to bring in a new kind of profit, money that could keep the ranch running for years to come. They’d opened a twenty-room guesthouse when Evalin was three months pregnant with Aelin, and that one guesthouse had seen so much success that it was barely a year before they decided to build another, connecting the two buildings with a naturally-lit main hall. Aelin spent more than half her childhood in the guesthouse, the guests cooing over the precious little girl in her tiny little cowgirl boots and hat.

By the time she was ten or eleven, the guest business had become so strong on Galathynius Ranch that her parents and the ranch staff decided they were going to open a hotel in addition to the guesthouse and convert part of the guesthouse into a more bunkhouse-style building for the visitors that wanted to experience the more “rugged” side of ranch life. They had a program where visitors could sign up to tour the place, ride the horses, and help with the herd business, which mostly meant following Darrow and his team through a guided tour of the herds and helping to dump the feed into the troughs.

That program was immensely popular with city slickers who’d “come to the wild West.”

When Aelin was a teenager, she split her time between school and the ranch, her afternoons full of homework and ranch duties and helping guide tours and lead ranch activities. By the time she was sixteen, she’d been giving barn tours on her own, using all the natural charm she had to walk all the city slickers through the horse barn, careful to avoid the nasty patches. Or, when she wasn’t particularly fond of the condescending looks she often got from those rich guests, careful to lead them and their expensive, impractical loafers right into a cow pie.

Well, not really. She knew she’d raise all kinds of holy hell if she actually pulled anything like that. But she did make a point to lead those rude guests up to the stall of Erawan, the ranch’s notoriously cranky old stallion, and have them try to offer the old grump a carrot.

Erawan hated carrots.

And it was worth all the fake apologizing she had to do to see the rich jerks squeal in horror when the cranky old horse snapped his teeth at them.

However, most of the city visitors were lovely people and lovely guests, very interested in the daily business of the ranch and willing to listen to the ranch owners’ daughter explain the day to them. Aelin had met quite a lot of very nice people that way, and had convinced many of them to return to the ranch, thereby securing both business and money for her family enterprise. And she was friendly with several of the families who returned each year to stay at the ranch.

One of which was the Whitethorns.

Hailing all the way from Seattle--“the real big city,” Aelin joked--Enna and Pyotr Whitethorn and their son, Rowan, first came to the ranch when Aelin was twelve and Rowan was a boy of thirteen. And they returned every year after that, often bringing along some of their cousins. As she grew older, Aelin found herself looking forward to the Whitethorns’ annual summer visit.

Until the year she was eighteen, and he didn’t come.

Then she brushed him off as just another city boy who no longer had to be with his family on their summer vacations, and left it at that.

And then he showed up two years ago, his lanky teenage form filled out with muscle and a tattoo spiraling around his left shoulder and upper arm, and her heart just about beat out of her chest at the way this...man looked at her.

But she’d pretended he didn’t exist, going about her daily business as the almost-owner of Galathynius Ranch and chatting up the ranch guests like she didn’t even know he was there. In her defense, they hadn’t been more than casual friends, so he really had no excuse to be staring at her with those damn puppy eyes. She talked to him when she had to, putting up her cheerful, polite front to hide the whirlwind of emotions she felt over seeing Rowan Whitethorn again, pretending she hadn’t grown attached to him and his quiet kindness and his dry, snarky humor in the years he’d visited.

It sure didn’t hurt that he took to riding horseback like a born cowboy, either.

But she shook away those thoughts of Rowan Whitethorn and turned back to ranch business, yanking her focus from the window of her office in the family house back to her desk, to the finances pulled up on her computer and the books spread out in front of her. Yes, she kept paper records. Call her old-fashioned, but she’d been brought up to believe in having a backup, so she kept both the digital files and her hard copies. As she’d expected, everything looked wonderful. The ranch was in the black, revenue exceeding expenses, and well on track to make a successful profit off the summer guests as well as the sale of the herds.

Books balanced, she descended the stairs, rolling out the crick in her neck, tied her flannel shirt around her waist, the material hanging past the hem of her cutoff jeans shorts, and locked up the house behind her. She hopped into her beloved old pickup, which rattled to life under her coaxing, and set off down the short drive to the guest complex.

“Howdy, Miss G!” Philippa, the head housekeeper, greeted her as she came into the main hall, the floor-to-ceiling windows and skylights allowing the afternoon sunlight to gild the warm wooden walls.

“Hey, Philippa,” Aelin grinned, giving the gray-haired woman a quick hug. “How’s the prep coming?”

“We’ve got the whole west half cleaned and ready, the east half is working but y’know that’s the side where people stay in the offseason, so it’s all right.”

“Wonderful.” Aelin winked at her. “Y’all are the best, Philippa.”

“I do aim to please,” the woman laughed. “Go on, Miss Owner. You’ve got city slickers a-waitin’.”

“Showtime,” Aelin joked, tipping her hat as she crossed into the gathering space, grinning at the handful of early summer guests. “Hullo, y’all! And a warm hearty welcome to Galathynius Ranch!” She went through her usual spiel, welcoming everyone and giving a brief rundown of what they did on the ranch, and had just directed them towards the dining hall and the ranch grounds when she heard another guest coming down the stairs.

"Mornin', and--" Her sentence abruptly cut off.

"Rowan?!"

"Morning," Rowan Whitethorn replied, tipping a battered old cowboy hat in her direction. Not just a battered old hat--hers.

Damn her, the man did bad things to her self-control.

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morganofthewildfire · 2 years

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After The Rain - Chapter 2

A First Encounter

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1923

That evening, after the rain had slowed down, Celaena finally left the bookstore. After closing the wooden and glass door, she pulled the chain off from around her neck, using the brass key to lock up. After testing the door to make sure it was locked, she slid it back over her head, adjusting both the key and the locket that resided on the chain.

The locket was the only thing she still had from her childhood; the only thing that had survived her apparent fall in the river. The contents inside hadn’t though, leaving behind a miniscule scrap of parchment, with runny pen marks that she could barely make out.

There was what looked like an R, with maybe an O right after it, but that’s all she could see. The rest was gone.

She didn’t even know why she still kept it, it was pointless. But it didn’t feel right to throw it away. So it stayed there.

Celaena tucked the chain back into her dress, and slid her bag over her shoulder before heading down the street. She needed to stop at the market to get some food, but the market would be closed at this late hour, so to get some supper, the next best thing was Mistward.

In addition to owning the bookstore, which Emrys had essentially passed onto her, he owned a restaurant. Cooking was his true passion, and it was absolutely delicious. After the confusing day, she needed some comfort food.

So, keeping her head ducked low to keep the lingering drizzle out of her eyes, she made her way down main street toward the restaurant. She was craving some roast chicken, with a chocolate chip muffin and delicious roasted vegetables. And Emrys never let her pay, so she wouldn’t have to worry about how much this was going to take from her meager savings.

Six months ago, she’d had nothing. She was in a better position than she ever could’ve imagined, but it still didn’t leave her with very much. Especially when seven months ago, she’d been living a life of luxury. Selling herself - in multiple ways - to get that life of luxury, but still. It was a huge shift.

She shook her head, pushing the thoughts away as she entered Mistward. The building was fairly small, and dim in the cloudy weather; but it was homey, and smelled divine.

It was crowded that evening, lots of people from around the area coming in to escape the rain, and she slowly made her way over to a small table on the side, sliding into one of the seats.

She fiddled with the sleeve of her dress as she leaned back in her seat, waiting for Luca. The boy appeared soon enough, hectically. Though she was sure he was in a rush, with how many people there were.

“Hey, Elentiya,” the boy greeted, and she raised a brow, smiling lightly at the kid. He was about five years younger than her, and always took the chance to wait on her when she visited Mistward. It was clear he had a bit of a crush on her, which she thought was cute.

He’d blushed furiously and could barely speak for about a month after meeting her, and it’d taken him this long to treat her like a normal person.

“What can I get you?” He asked, “The usual?”

“That would be great,” Celaena answered, offering up another smile. “Thank you, Luca.” He mock saluted and headed back toward the kitchen, making her laugh.

She leaned back in her chair, glancing around the restaurant, ever observant. It was mostly the usual crowd, full of various farmers and shop owners, all locals from the village and surrounding areas. Except - there was the silver haired man from earlier. He was sitting at a table closer to the other wall, nursing what looked to be a glass of whiskey.

And he wasn’t alone this time.

Sitting across from him was a man who looked to be about the same age, but with medium brown hair, and a different sort of look in his blue eyes. If she had to guess, she would say they were both mid twenties or so, and clearly knew each other, but weren’t in any way friends. All conjecture of course, but neither of them looked entirely thrilled about sitting there together, especially the silver one.

She didn’t realize she was staring until the brunette one turned his head, his blue eyes meeting hers. She bristled as he smiled at her, the expression without any hint of warmth.

Celaena glanced away.

But she still felt his eyes on her, sending a chill racing down her spine.

Choosing to instead focus on the table, and thinking about what she needed to get done tomorrow, she nearly lost track of time until her food was arriving at her table. She thanked Luca as he set down the steaming plates, the scent making her mouthwater.

But as she picked up her fork and knife to dig in, a body slid into the seat across from her. She paused mid slice, glancing up cautiously. She tensed as she recognized it was the blue eyed man from across the restaurant, peering at her with an expression that made her distinctly uncomfortable.

She set down her silverware slowly, every instinct on alert as she met his gaze.

“Hello,” he said, sticking out his hand. “I’m Cairn Mallory. Me and my associate are down from Rifthold.” Celaena didn’t shake his hand.

Rifthold. The big city. Where rich folk and beggars alike lived. Where she herself had lived too. Until now.

She didn’t like the way he was looking at her.

“Your associate doesn’t want to come talk?” She deflected, instead of responding with her own name. She’d been using an alias, Elentiya, ever since arriving here, but still. The little this man knew about her, the better it was. Celaena glanced over at said associate, finding him frowning as he looked over at them, fingers clenched around his glass of whiskey. He calmed his expression when he found her looking.

“He’s… not the type for talking,” this Cairn figure answered, and she looked back over at him cautiously. She just wanted to eat her supper.

“And you are?” She asked, sighing slightly, her brows raised. Maybe if she made her ambivalence known, he would leave her alone.

“Among other things,” he said, smiling slightly. A moment of silence passed, until he continued. “Anyway,” he added, “you just seem like you know your way around here. I’ll be sticking around for a few days and I could use the help of someone who knows their way around.”

She was liking this conversation less and less. Knowing he was from the city just made it worse.

“I must decline your offer,” Celaena said, picking up her silverware again. “And I’m going to request that you leave me alone to finish my supper.”

Cairn’s face darkened, and she tensed more as he leaned forward slightly.

“Well, Miss…” he trailed off, clearly waiting for her to fill in the blank. She didn’t. “Miss,” he repeated, “you may resist it now, but you’ll be seeing me around.” He pulled back, standing up slowly. Her face was like stone. “Have a nice day.”

He left the table, and her gaze followed him as he went back to his table, throwing back the rest of his drink before stalking out. The silver haired man, whose name she still didn’t know, was left alone. Celaena stared at him, waiting until he turned his head to look back at her, his green eyes piercing into what felt like her soul.

There was a tense moment of charged silence, even with all of the noise of the restaurant.

She could barely breathe, her body frozen. He looked relaxed in his chair, but his body wasn’t moving, tense, like a predator. She didn’t know what he was going to do, and her hand tightened around her knife.

But all he did was throw back his own whiskey, wiping his mouth as he pushed himself to a stand, digging a few bills out of his pocket and throwing them on the table. Then he tilted his head in her direction, and left.

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