Soldeth Auvrea’tylar had always been a man of dignity, of pride. He held his head high, violet gaze roving far. He was ever alert, aware. His steps were light and graceful, flowing like spring water over the slightly uneven cobbles. It almost looked more like he was gliding or floating than walking. In Kyvana, his home, there were people who would compliment him on his fluidity, though such words of praise rarely ever reached his ears, and if they did, they fell on deaf ones.
There were always more important things to be doing in the world which surrounded House Auvrea’tylar.
To most he was a healer. He could call forth an internal strength in order to mend wounds. Most turned a blind eye on his other practices because of what good he did for the world. If they knew… it did not matter. What Soldeth was doing was for the greater good. It would keep the Tree of Life alive for one more Cycle.
Armed escorts flanked him, not of his own training of allegiance, so they had to be watched with a hawk’s eye and a ready tongue. Soldeth could speak his enchantments and spells nearly as fast as a sorcerer, whose power was born of the blood quickening, could fling their gift. It was a long practiced skill, and had proven useful in many a pinch. There were no visible weapons on the regal elf; nor did he feel one necessary. If ever there was a day when his magics failed him, he no doubt deserved the death coming.
He turned his head slightly to the side, violet eyes catching and holding on someone watching from the shadows, undetectable to the lay person, but vividly there for him. Soldeth could sense people. Their aura, their life force, glittered to him, shown brightly. No light was needed. No vision through his purple optics. All he needed was his mind’s eye, and he could see them all as clearly as day.
One became that finely tuned when they practiced necromancy.
With a careful flick of his slender fingers, Soldeth pushed an errant strand of platinum hair back behind a pale, pointed ear. He kept walking, stride unbroken. His right hand fell back to his side, long, elaborate sleeves of his beige and white and brown robes falling to cover those digits, those sharply pointed, glossy nails. Soldeth, despite his light colors, was a frightening creature, if only for his aura, for the glint, unmistakably dangerous, in his eyes.
Those final steps up to the appointed door were soft, gliding, and his robes whispering across the stone still kept up the pretenses of floating. With a spell, he could fly, but no such displays were needed here. This was no human pissing contest. This was merely a friendly, ambassadorial type meeting, of which there would be hollow chitchat and shaking hands.
Soldeth did not look forward to this, but as the head of the ruling household of Kyvana, it was his duty.
In his absence he had two of his personal guards, the most loyal of his, trained from birth, protecting V’ran. The boy, barely a man now actually, was to be guarded as though their lives depended upon it, because the lives of the entire elven community depended upon V’ran’s survival. In a year’s time, V’ran would be sacrificed, and give vivacity anew to the Tree of Life. With that, the elves could continue on living for their seemingly limitless amount of time.
Soldeth took a breath, quiet but deep, as he stepped into the room, through the door held open for him. The escort, or at least one of them, dispersed, leaving Soldeth to introduce himself. Soldeth had never been a very social person. “I assume you are this… Aruthali Eyllisraheal, I have been invited to meet?” Soldeth waited where he was, mind keen, eyes sharp. He folded his hands before him, just a slight bit of those gleaming, claw like nails and delicate fingers visible. He would wait, and patiently. If anything started to go wrong, he would be ready.
((not revised at all. lol.))