((here's some insight about Andor's strange personality, I know I know I am posting in this list way too much, and soon I promise I will shut up `_~ ))
Greylock sits in the corner of the tavern his own parsing steel blue eyes eyes shrouded and his long thick black robe shrouds his body from vison. He is in the DragonMyst Inn's main room watching the young boy Andor speak to a woman cleric across the bartop. He smiles, seeing the young man rush over to this woman that seems in distress for something so simple as the burning of some meatloaf. The Dark figure sinks back into the shadows further, not ready for Andor or the others to notice him here yet, not for the sake of hiding anything, but for the sake of watching to observe Andor and pray that something turns tail for the boy here. The shadows begin to creep and dance about this dark man's visage, making him seem to meld into the dark nothingness and just lurk there silent and unseen for now. A moment passes and the door swings open, from what Greylock notices of the man he seems to be a Knight of sorts, a servant of this land. When Khelti summons him over to join the young Andor and herself in conversation he cringes for two reasons, two parts of this boy's nature that makes him seem to push people away. As expected, the moment that this Lord comes forth to join the two, Andor is already planning his route of escape from the meeting of friends. Greylock notes his motives have not changed, knowing Andor's subtle unconscious fear of Knights and their intents on people. Greylock has seen the same terror of the Knights from this young soul's homeland. The pires burning as the Knights rob the villages, and the unspeakable things the knights often did with the young women, the village's daughters and wives that were so ripe for the picking to those vile Knights. He remembers Andor screaming out crying in grief at the sights he witnessed, and whenever Andor tried to stop the pain, stop the Knights from theie unholy tasks. Well, they were not kind to him, and the scars still cling heavy on this man's body and mind. Regardless, Greylock knew that if this woman summoned almost any other to join in at the conversation that was just budding, Andor would have fled anyways, the boy had survived much but parts of him is growing dead. Andor's soul is always troubled by the scars of his past, no matter how much someone will tell the boy to the contray he will think himself less then any others around him, that he is disturbing or interrupting the conversation, or that he is being a problem with the friends that join together with his shared company. Yes, Andor is the troubled quiet one that does not talk in a crowd, and they do not talk to him because he is the quiet one. Poetic Greylock thinks in its morbid way, but he only prays someone can reach out to this young soul, that someone other then himself will see the truth of the situation because he has tried and failed many times...but there are things that a woman's kind word can do for a man that a fountain of words and actions from another man cannot do. Greylock's eyes then shift towards the cleric's reaction, reading them and seeing what is as plain as day. He sees that this woman is beginning to think that Andor does not like her company. Oh to the contrary the older man knows much differently, Andor would not have rushed to this woman's aid if he did not like her, though what she was troubled with was meatloaf. Such misunderstandings are in part the curse of the young man's existence, that the older shadowy man knows well. >From the older man's lips an utterance is spoken, soft and unheard by the noise of tavern "I will pray for you Young Prince...that you find your light, your candle that will bring you from the pits of your own self-inflicted solitude." The man watches and observes the happening among the three, knowing that no matter how many times someone will tell Andor the truth of his own wounds, Andor will not see the truth of them, there is too many very real scars in that young man's mind to pull himself out alone. And what is a pretty speech other then showing a man a way out but telling him to fetch his own rope to climb out of the pits of hell? For some people have fallen so low that they can't make it out anymore. Not alone at least. Greylock shifts in the shadows so subtly mayhaps someone's eyes could grace across him for just a subtle moment, giving signs that there is even life in the darkness. Greylock in part blames himself for Andor's state...he was absent when Andor's mother sentenced his son to death, for Andor's own disobedience. The unconditional love that his son gave Andor was enough to bring a smile to the young man's lips even on the darkest of days, that unconditional love was a beacon for a time. But it was destroyed by a heartless family who wanted Andor to become a prince of darkness, a warlord. Soft words break his lips again "How could you ever experience that unconditional love again when you push people away, young prince...how you recoil, just another circle I suppose, you need what they could offer you, but the strength of your own inflictions keep you from having it again. Mayhaps I should just get you a pet dog..." a slight joke to himself is uttered at the end. Greylock always has to keep some light humor when watching this lost soul. _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp -- To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Archives & Other DMI Lists: http://www.dragonmyst.f2s.com/lists.php3
