Post by spastic bard on Apr 4, 2008 1:22:35 GMT -5
Lorelai gets no love anymore. Its a shame. Her story is very much unfinished and deserves an epic ending since she was an epic caster. Here is her character drabble, sent pre-frost reach. Its very short, not as good as the others, but I miss writing Lorelai. Her story is definitely on my to-do list (which is huge, but she's near the top.)
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“Storm’s comin’.”
Lorelai looked up from her charts, compass posed in one hand and a quill in the other. The Captain smiled as he leaned against the door frame. It was always an amusing sight to see the small elf bent over his desk, dwarfed by its massive girth as she sat in the large oak chair. He was pretty sure her legs were folded under her so she could actually lean over and see the charts and maps spread out in front of her. Normally she couldn’t reach the floor when sitting in the chair.
“Well,” Lorelai sighed quietly as she placed the compass down. “Do you want these routes finished for when we leave the Misty Isles, or do you want me to go take care of the storm?”
The Captain grinned. Lorelai narrowed her eyes.
“Stop it,” she said as she sat back in the chair.
“Stop what?” He asked,
“You’re looking at me like a child again.”
The Captain laughed. The elf sighed and placed her free hand on her forehead. Somehow she always called him out on his thoughts. He couldn’t help it though; she always looked so young when she was working.
Lorelai had been with the crew for numerous years now, but her form had barely changed. She was a slight figure, standing below five feet. If it weren’t for her eyes he would be convinced she was actually younger than her 30 some years. The grey eyes were dull, strained, like she had seen too much. Her blonde hair seemed whitish under certain lights, but he knew that was a mark of her heritage. She was far too serious for her age, which made the conflict all the more all the more striking. Maybe it was an elf thing.
“I’m sorry, Lorelai. How about I leave you with your charts? If the ship gets too rocky for you to work, then you can come up and give us a hand, okay? The boys need some practice with rough winds. You’ve spoiled them.”
The small elf smiled as she picked up her compass again.
“Very well,” she said softly as she placed the compass at a point. “Have fun, Captain.”
“You too, Lorelai.” With a wink, he left the room.
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“Storm’s comin’.”
Lorelai looked up from her charts, compass posed in one hand and a quill in the other. The Captain smiled as he leaned against the door frame. It was always an amusing sight to see the small elf bent over his desk, dwarfed by its massive girth as she sat in the large oak chair. He was pretty sure her legs were folded under her so she could actually lean over and see the charts and maps spread out in front of her. Normally she couldn’t reach the floor when sitting in the chair.
“Well,” Lorelai sighed quietly as she placed the compass down. “Do you want these routes finished for when we leave the Misty Isles, or do you want me to go take care of the storm?”
The Captain grinned. Lorelai narrowed her eyes.
“Stop it,” she said as she sat back in the chair.
“Stop what?” He asked,
“You’re looking at me like a child again.”
The Captain laughed. The elf sighed and placed her free hand on her forehead. Somehow she always called him out on his thoughts. He couldn’t help it though; she always looked so young when she was working.
Lorelai had been with the crew for numerous years now, but her form had barely changed. She was a slight figure, standing below five feet. If it weren’t for her eyes he would be convinced she was actually younger than her 30 some years. The grey eyes were dull, strained, like she had seen too much. Her blonde hair seemed whitish under certain lights, but he knew that was a mark of her heritage. She was far too serious for her age, which made the conflict all the more all the more striking. Maybe it was an elf thing.
“I’m sorry, Lorelai. How about I leave you with your charts? If the ship gets too rocky for you to work, then you can come up and give us a hand, okay? The boys need some practice with rough winds. You’ve spoiled them.”
The small elf smiled as she picked up her compass again.
“Very well,” she said softly as she placed the compass at a point. “Have fun, Captain.”
“You too, Lorelai.” With a wink, he left the room.