◢ Stumbling Upon a Different World
Haldir followed after the stranger and out toward the road. He wanted to make sure that this odd non-human was not going to trick Haldir into believing that he was truly leaving only to double back in the fast as lightning move of his. So when the man stopped moving at the forest edge Haldir was ready for some trick.
What he was not ready for was for the stranger to begin rising into the air. Bright blue steel eyes widened in surprise and then in angry annoyance as he started to fly back toward the golden wood. Quickly he pulled out a length of elven rope and tied a quick knot before tossing it quickly to lasso the other male. He pulled as hard as he could against the rise of the other but as the rope pulled tighter he could feel his feet dragging in the dirt.
Growling, he called for the other marchwardens to come to help him, but something happened and suddenly he found himself being lifted from the ground at an quick pace. He did not want to lose the argumentative male, allowing the blond into his woods, but soon he was above the trees and he knew it was a bad idea to lose his hold.
Wrapping the rope around his wrist and hung on to the rope tightly. He knew that by at least remaining tied to the stranger he could keep the other from going anywhere near his lady. Or if he chose to land and try to explore, Haldir would be with him and put a quick stop to it.
As Lestat floated above the treeline, he felt something clip his ankle. He ignored it. The quicker he passed over this forest, the quicker the blonde could be away from those Elves, who were apparently entirely nonwelcoming to any sort of traveller. Even if he had been far more polite, he didn’t see them being any more welcoming to him. What dreadful public relations. It was good that Vampires were not in this same position.
He glided quickly over the forest, flying what was probably miles, leaving those Elves far behind. His thoughts travelled to Miami, and how his life might be there. Maybe it would be peaceful there. Maybe no one would recognize him, and no one would turn him away. Maybe, just maybe…he’d make a friend. That would be wonderful. He could not say that he had had a friend in many years. Not a true one at least.
Finally, seeing another interstate in sight, he grinned. In moments, he’d be back on his way, and he wouldn’t have to worry about travel as much anymore. When he went to land, he looked down. There was a rope to wrapped around his ankle…..and at the end of that rope was that silver-haired elf. His eyes widened, and he quickly descended. When his feet touched the ground, he pulled his foot free from the rope and began to step away from the elf. “Why did you follow me? I wasn’t IN the forest. I kept my word…” He frowned.