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Name:Deawen
Age: about 26
appearence" long copper hair blue eyes wears black but will sometimes wear a blue or silver dragon tunic black cloak.
occupation: whatever suits her she has been a handmaiden, captian of the Dragon tears, assassin, but is currently one of the Storm ,and just her self.
History: too long to write about!

Deawen rode along a path going no where in particular just wandering she saw a fire(if there was one) up ahead she thought about avoiding them but decided not to.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Melachor took the pack and ate lightly, then as he ate he raised his head and looked at Elenanna with a piercing gaze.

"How come you don`t need it anymore?"

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

She raised an eyebrow. "Elves don't eat much...we don't need to."

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Deawen rode on at a slower pace trying to determin if this was a mistake.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Melachor scrathed his head like he hadn`t known that.

"Ah yes... I forgot... old age is playing tricks on me again..."

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Elenanna nodded, then looked at Shadowpax when the mare whickered. She stood up, and untacked the mare, before letting her go.

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Melachor spotted something with his eyes and felt something very famliar, he nodded towards the figure as he placed his food in his sattle bag.

"Seems that we gave company my lady"

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Deawen stopped at the edge of the light she searched for any sign of danger.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Melachor raised his hand and smiled at the arrving Deawen, who he suspected to be unaware that it was him because not even Elenanna had regonized, but then again Elenanna hadn`t met him in centuries.

"Welcome stranger"

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Deawen looked at the man who had spoken she thought she knew him but she dismissed the thought "hello" she said simply

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Elenanna said, "Hello. What are you doing, riding when it is near dark?"

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"just wandering i don't mind the dark"she answered softly

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

"And what might your name be and your business around here?"

Melachor suddenly interrupted with a colf voice, but it was more sounding that he was afraid for his life and it was an attempt to drive all suspicions away all tough Elenanna would suspect him all the time.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

"my name and buissness is my own" Deawen said shortly

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Elenanna raised an eyebrow, and she waited to see if the man had anymore questions.

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Melachor turned to look at Elenanna with a smile.

"What are you possibly looking at?"

Melachor walked away to his horse and sat against a tree beginning to read his one of his books.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!