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Anawiel
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Date Posted: 16:46:38 07/12/02 Fri
Anawiel surveyed the scene before her. It was rather comical in a way seeing Brooke's confusion twice within a minute and then manage to hide it. The girl was obviously well practiced in the deception of others. And so she should be, being who she was.
Anawiel merely sat and drew in a large mouthful of her smoke, twirling the slender pipe between her equally thin fingers, casting a delicate trail of the blue smoke around her.
Turning back to look at Brooke, she spoke softly, defining her words with deadly accuracy and a clipped tone so that she was made perfectly clear.
"I desire nothing of you Brooke. Do you not think I have magic enough to give to me everything I wish for and more? My magic is like yours. Chaos magic as an elf would put it. But all the same, how could I ask anything of you? There is no need." Anawiel tipped ash from her pipe into the fire causing the flames to flare up into a curved torrent of indigo sparks, "I have heard much about you. And from what I have heard," she smiled gently, "It would be a tiring thing to say the least to spite you, let alone annoy you. The child on the other hand is a separate matter. He is not for me to take, as it was not for you to take either. He should be returned before he is missed. You will draw unwanted attention to your prescence otherwise. It is advice that I say - not an order."
She was unsure of whether Brooke took heed of her words. She should, the sorceress thought, She must. For she does not know what His intention is, or what He could be capable of if she finds out.
Anawiel looked to the nymph, Omiril. Such beautiful creatures they were and many had resided near Anawiel's last home before they had left for the Western lands.
"I am Anawiel, a witch of Dol Gildur. It is little short of a true honour to meet you, your kind has always been held in high esteen by my people. But why should you to sent to take a Faeilev? She has a guardian in the Moonwalker, does she not?" She looked across at Brooke, her small silhouette rippling from the blue fire.
It was a strange situation to say the least and an air of unease filled Anawiel, clawing it's way into her mind like an extra sense. Which is exactly what it was. There was something amoung the nymph and Brooke that was slightly amiss.
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