The Lost Now Found
Pale green eyes scan the dry desert landscape, and freeze as they land on the small moving thing. Kyielle lowers herself to a squat as she lets her eyes track the slow progress of the figure. With the ending of the day’s light she wants to try and understand what she is seeing.
“What is it?” she breathes out softly so that only she can hear her solemn question. Finally she rises to her full height, she is an imposing figure. Her Altmer heritage saw to that. Turning swiftly from the figure that has made little progress she strides on long athletic legs to gather her horses. Mounting her favorite horse, a paint with a very spirited soul that she affectionately calls Dusty.
“Come on Dusty let’s go see what it is.” Kyielle instructs the horse as she pats his neck.
With a kick of her heels Dusty and her head towards the small figure at a loping speed. The other two horses that are with them follow matching Dusty’s canter being lead by their tethers. As they approach Kyielle can see the figure is a child maybe between ten and twelve, an orc child. Though it looks like no orc she has ever seen. As she and the horses approach the adolescent, she realizes that the orc is trying to move faster. Though it is having no luck with its small feet, they keeps stumbling in the sandy terrain and the orc does its best to stay upright. Finally when she has got within a few yards from the orc child, it turns and Kyielle can see it is a small female. She is in awe of the little lady, how did she get out here and why? As she watches the child snarls and hold up a small dagger that has been pulled from a hidden sheath. She slows Dusty, then dismounts as he stops now only feet from the small orc.
“Calm little one, calm.” with hands raised and hunching into a squat trying to not appear threatening she carefully closes the gap. “Do you understand my words little one? I do not wish you any harm. I feel you are in need of some help.”
The orc is strange looking to her pale green eyes, she looks to have covered herself with mud or muck of some sort, and she smells to the heavens. Her eyes though are what transfix Kyielle and she wants to know about this small being. Silvery white eyes looks out from a leaf made hood, that shades a filth smeared face. The orc is tiny compared to those of her race and age, she remembers seeing the orc children during her time fighting in the war. Part of it Kyielle is sure from being malnourished, but this orc is just too small.
“I have water, and food little one.” Kyielle watches the small face shift through several emotions as she is sure the orc is considering her words. This proving to her that the orc at least understands her. “I will give you some and then I will let you set back out on your way. I was just going to set up camp, there is a small rock outcrop just up the slope. You are welcome to join me.”
“I am no slave.” the low rough voice speaking the few words does not surprise Kyielle and she gives a small smile.
“I did not think you a slave little one. But that is good to know. I am only offering a warm fire some food and water, and maybe a little company. This desert is very lonely when you travel by yourself.” Kyielle points up the small hill to the right. “I am going to go up and get my fire started, you are welcome to join me like I said. My only request is that you take this water skin and wash your face off and clean yourself up a little. I don’t mean to offend but you are putrid”
Returning to the horses she grabs a few things, and then goes back to the orc. Kyielle carefully lays the full oversized water skin down along with a few clothes and a chuck of soap. Finally she adds a clean shirt to the pile. She then turns and in a few steps she has remounted Dusty. Turning him slowly she again points up the slope, “Just over the crest.” then she gives Dusty a small kick getting him walking up to where she had just pointed.
After starting the fire, she gets some dry meat soup bubbling. She had looked down on the small orc once or twice, the first time she watched the orc pace back and forth next to the small stack of items. The second time she looks down the tiny figure had her hood off and was scrubbing her face and hair. White, pure white skin and pure white hair. She has never seen anything like it. The orc girl is an albino. Her eyes are transfixed, Kyielle had heard rumors of albino orcs but they are said to be very rare. And most of these oddities are either seen as a curse or a blessing by their own kind, most of those albino orcs seen as a curse never live long. Those seen as a blessing are usually hidden away and treated as idols of Malacath. For this little one to be out here in the desert, well it is just unbelievable.
Finally Kyielle pulls her eyes from the sight, she settles herself down on her bedroll and waits. After some time the small orc comes into sight at the top edge of the slope. Kyielle waves and lightly says. “Come little one, I have soup.” She then watches as the small figure inches closer. The orc is stunning to look upon, besides the cuts and bruises that mar her skin here and there, she is a sight to behold. “Please come sit.”
“I…. am no slave, I am…. Volyee.” The voice is like silk being drug over rough rocks, and the speech is crude.
“Volyee is it, well I am Kyielle. It is nice to meet you.” she motions to a spare bedroll that has been laid out and watches as Volyee slowly moves to it, then settles down. Kyielle then passes her a bowl filled with soup, a hunk of crusty bread and a spoon. She smirks as Volyee takes them, looks at them, then drops the spoon and and bread. The bowl is instantly raised to her lips as she begins drinking the soup from the edge of the bowl.
“Hungry I see.” Kyielle asks as she too begins to drink her soup from the edge of the bowl.
“Yes,” Volyee manages between gulps.
Kyielle and Volyee eat the rest of the meal in silence. Volyee eats pretty much all the soup that had been made by Kyielle, plus several chunks of the bread. Finally the little Orc seems to have been satisfied, and has managed to wrap herself up in the bedroll now looking very sleepy.
“Volyee, sleep I will watch over you. If I had planned you harm little one I would have already cause it upon you. I am just a wayward traveler just as you.” Kyielle’s voice soft and soothing as she coos to her adolescent companion.
White silvery eyes focus on Kyielle and tears start to fall, looking like tiny gems slipping down the snowy cheeks. “I am scared….I am alone.” the hushed gravelly words are spoken, showing just how broken the young girl is.
Kyielle raises and moves to the small child's side wrapping her in a full embrace. She holds Volyee tightly as she can feel the tiny ones racking sobs. What has this child seen? What has this child been through? Why have the gods places them both here at the same time? The questions filter through Kyielle’s mind as she just sits and cradles Volyee. Finally after what seems like hours Volyee’s crying subsides and her breathing becomes rhythmic. Kyielle continues to rock her, holding her tight to her chest. Her pale green eyes staring into the flames of the dying fire.
“She is mine, isn’t she?” the soft words just barely audible. “I promise, I will protect her, guide her, and raise her to be strong and wise.”
The flames flare strangely, and Kyielle narrows her eyes as she can swear she sees a face there dancing there among them. A chill runs through her body as she hears the soft words among the crackling flames “Thank you.”