Valira could tell that Dirk was holding something back, though she was grateful that he had told them even that much. Akalfa's tale filled her with compassion for what she had been through and deep anger at the ones who had put her through it. For the moment all thoughts pertaining to sleep and sex were gone and Valira returned Akalfa's smile with one of her own, paired with a serious expression.Akalfa listened to every word spoken with decent interest. Some places were less eventful than others but there was nothing wrong with that, not to her.
"Well, they say coming from humble beginnings leads to the birth of the greatest heroes you know. Coming from somewhere mundane just means we've got a lot more of the world to see and explore!" She said with an understanding nod and a grin. Hearing him question her origin, however, quickly made that smile dissipate.
With a somber look in her eye, she recounted her days. They weren't noble or heroic, the exact opposite. But she had come a long way from that place, and Akalfa never planned on returning. She was a different person now and decided to make peace with it. It would be a weight lifted. If they could be honest with her then she could do the very same. Assembling all the will she could a smile returned, although wistful.
"You would be correct. I come from the caverns below Goldaria, a city called Umbra. I was...an outcast amongst my people. You see, I was born a bit differently from the others," She almost chuckled thinking about it now. Ordinarily, the thought would make her feel ashamed but after everything they had been through it seemed so silly to fret over. Meeting Ishtar proved that their society could be ridiculous in how they measured power.
"Most Dark Elves, erm, have a..." It took her a moment to think of a good word for it. "Phallic appendage. I didn't. So they treated me less than favorable. Along suit, I lacked their domineering attitude. Never liked the idea of trying to force someone to do anything they didn't want to. And well, a Dark Elf who asks nicely doesn't turn many heads. Let's just say I didn't stack up to my peers in many ways. So desperate as can be, I tagged along with two Dark Elves of great renown seeking a little recognition of my own, Kharala and Xullrae. Trying to impress those two was...ugh." She really didn't want to get into the humiliating specifics, nor did she want to spin an hour-long fable.
"To keep things brief, I got tired of keeping house and trying to follow the dark ambitions set out for me. I didn't want to be a slaver or be in a harem and ran off. Not the bravest move, but I wanted out, simple as that. And I don't plan on ever going back." Finally finishing her beverage a genuine smile framed her face facing Dirk and Valira, one with real warmth.
"What I've achieved with you two is more than I could've hoped for."
Valira listened to Dirk in silence, not quite sure how to feel when he was finished. It was clear that he had been agonising over his actions, the guilt gnawing away at him day by day. Given what had happened that was not surprising, it was natural he would blame himself for what had transpired. However, instead of the anger she had expected to feel, she felt nothing but sympathy for him. He had made a couple of mistakes true, but at the end of the day it wasn't his fault that Zira had reacted the way she did. And yet he was punishing himself, assigning all the blame to his person. No wonder he felt so miserable, no wonder he closed himself off from them the way that he did. Valira's heart melted at the display, grabbing Dirk by the hands without thinking.‘Among friends,’ she said. We’ll see how you feel about that when I’ve finished. Should he fabricate something less damning? No, that would only cause more trouble down the line. He had to be honest about everything. He could do this. Dirk took a deep breath, and resumed his story.
“Zira… asked me to accompany her upstairs. I didn’t think too much about it at the time – I thought she was just being polite, clueless bastard that I was – but in hindsight I shouldn’t have accepted; or at least not gone up alone. Zwarr found it amusing, at least…”
“Back in her study, we talked a bit more. I told her a little about our mission – you know: princess kidnapped, dragon’s lair – and Zira found it all very amusing. Stereotypical, or something to that effect. I mentioned the name of the dragon, Garam, and asked if she’d heard of him at all. Well, he was her damned father, apparently! She said it so nonchalantly, too, like it wasn’t even relevant!”
“Anyway, that… wasn’t what turned things sour. I don’t think it mattered to her what we might have had planned for her father; she had something else on her mind entirely. You see, Zira explained to me that every couple of decades or so, dragons get… needy. And once something catches their eye, they can’t really control themselves…”
He shut his eyes, shivering, but not from cold. This next bit was going to sound absolutely pathetic on his part, but there was no way he’d get out of this story without it…
“Seems she had her eye on me. She got a bit… closer than I was really comfortable with. Closer than I should have let her to begin with, and I… I… I lost my nerve. Ran out of the room like a coward and just left her there, without even thinking about how she might feel, or what she might do. Zwarr, of course, berated me for it. Demanded I march right back up and make amends. I absolutely would have, too, but… it was too late. The damage was already done.”
His hands clenched into fists from anger. More than anything he just wanted to go back and stab himself for his stupidity.
“Zira came down right after. No longer the friendly, hospitable girl that had agreed to put us up for the night; in her place was this great, black, fire-breathing, furious monstrosity. She charged at us – knocking a hole straight through the wall. Must have woken everyone else up, because I believe that’s when I heard you shouting.” He nodded at Valira, without opening his eyes or looking at her.
“There was a bit of a struggle, but Zwarr had a plan to defuse the situation. Seems he disguised himself as me in the confusion and was going to lure Zira away long enough to put her to sleep. Good idea. Probably would have solved everything if I hadn’t ruined it by stabbing her in the back. Zira flew off after that, but not before grabbing Sholgra and carrying her off to these mountains.”
Dirk sank in his seat, looking absolutely miserable as he finished recounting the events. He slowly opened his eyes, but kept his gaze fixed on the floor. The guilt had been eating him alive for days, but it felt much worse now that it was out in the air.
“Anyway, yes. That’s my side of the half-dragon story. It was my fault that everything went wrong, it was my fault that you all were attacked, and Sholgra is paying for my idiocy...”