Imprints in Stone [AU]

[Carver Amell]

"They were hurting this girl," he says, bluntly. "I stopped them."

[NPCs]

"You- you hit me!" the wounded elf shrieks, her words slightly mushy due to... ah, yeah, there's a tooth on the ground there. Ouch.

[Bethany]

"Be quiet or I'll hit you too," Bethany threatens, hand moving to the stout oak crudel she wears on her hip. "And I'm meaner than my brother." The elf shrinks back, though whether it's at her threat or Carver's scowl over her shoulder that does the trick is debatable. Moving to kneel next to the muddy elf, Bethany offers a gentle smile. "Hey. Where are you hurt?"

[Tethras Clan]

The elf... girl? Woman? jolts a little at the kind words directed at her. "I... I'm okay," she whispers. "They didn't.... they don't..."

[Bethany]

"Alright, what's your name then?" Bethany asks instead, changing tactics. Too hard to really tell under all that mud. "Mind if I clean you up a bit?"

[Tethras Clan]

"M-Me-Mer-" The elf stammers, eyes darting to the wounded elf. "...Moonstruck," she finally mutters, eyes closing in shame.

[Carver Amell]

"That's not your name," he growls. I know that tone. "Assholes."

[Tethras Clan]

"...M-Merrill?" the elf almost asks, still squeezing her eyes shut.

[Bethany]

"I like it. It's pretty," Bethany says, then mutters a basic cleaning spell to get most of the mud off the elf. "Can you stand?"

[NPCs]

Before Merrill can reply, there's a shout from the treeline- a glance reveals a well dressed elf, older looking, staring at them. At his shout, two more elves start towards them.

[Carver Amell]

Carver turns toward them, ready to fight to defend Beth and this Merrill.

[Bethany]

"Carver, I need a hand," Beth says firmly. When he glances at her, she points to a mostly empty basket. "Merrill was out gathering herbs, can you pick them up for her?" As she speaks, she steps over to the bitch, and, before she can react, kicks her leg lightly to deliver a healing spell. There, that'll obscure how hard Carver hit her. Still bloody but...

[Carver Amell]

Carver frowns, looking at Beth, then at the oncoming folks, then at Beth. Seeing her expression, he sheaths his sword, moving to pick up the spilled, muddy herbs. 

[NPCs]

"What's going on?" the best dressed of the newcomers asks warily. 

"This brute assul-"

[Bethany]

Oh hells no! "I'd like to have this conversation with a guard. And our dad," Bethany cuts in. "Perhaps under a truthing?"