The atmosphere became tense, almost stilling the forest. The raven-haired elf did not lower his bow, his eyes trained on Evanna. Killian pulled on the brown-haired elf's long locks, making him hiss and squirm in his hold. Evanna released her breath and pulled her mask down.
"*He WILL kill him. My friend is ravenous. It has been years since he last fed properly,*" She warned, clutching her swords by her sides.
The warrior's lips parted at her words.
"*You speak our tongue?*" He scrutinised Evanna's features behind the arrow aimed at her head.
"*Please lower your bow. I have travelled from Lyvaria,*" Evanna replied calmly. She didn't know if that lie would work again, but it seemed to make him falter and lower his aim.
