(Of secrets kept, strength like a tower.)

[castintoflames]

FORM: Sending crystal.
SENDER: Maedhros
RECIPIENT: Everyone with a crystal.
WHAT: Oh look. Planning.
WHEN: A week or so after his brother's disappearance.
WHERE: Kirkwall at the moment.
NOTES: Let's talk about monster hunting.

Tell me about dragons. (Short, sweet and to the point.) Apparently bears and large spiders will not do.

(Maedhros, get out of your head and explain. Quiet comments to yourself don't count as communicating.)

I want (need) to go on a hunt.

Comments

[castintoflames]

My brother is no longer here. (He takes a deep breath, settling his nerves.) My cousin, my foster-son and myself will be partaking in the journey. If we need another, perhaps they can be found.

[mal_adjusted]

Oh! ... oh i thought maybe you had another brother here ... [He huffed out a breath.] If you need help, I can come along.

[castintoflames]

I wish that were so. (Six brothers and all of them out of his reach.) It might be dangerous. We would protect you, of course.

[mal_adjusted]

Maedhros, I know it hasn't looked it ... but I am dangerous.

[Eyebrow.] So I am going to worry more about you getting the raw end of the deal here.

[castintoflames]

That may be, but you are young and worthy of protection.

(He fights back a smirk.) I deserve the raw end of the deal.

[mal_adjusted]

Young, sure. Worthy of protection? Eeeeh, I'll handle that.

[A shake of her head.] I don't think anyone deserves to get eaten by a dragon. Well, except blood mages. Totally okay if they get eaten.

[castintoflames]

Why do you think yourself unworthy? (That saddens him.)

You might change your mind about that if you knew my past. (He isn't a pure Elf - as far from it as a Tolkien Elf can be, actually.)

[mal_adjusted]

Uh, I don't know. I guess because ... because I've never been really worthy to anyone? I mean, besides my four friends. And Sam. But that's about it.

[castintoflames]

I cannot agree with that assessment. You are more than worthy to me. (So the number is growing?)

[mal_adjusted]

Well aren't you sweet. And over protective. [She stated with a faint smirk.]