[Of Wind and Flame] All is still.
[Northeast Wilds, Woods]
All is still, all is free from sound and movement in this cloistered clearing. Irregular, fist-sized white stones mark the perimeter of a large circle filled with grass, a few scattered golden marigolds, and a sense of infinite peace.
Obvious paths: north, southeast.
Here is where I'm most able to find a bit of quiet. Peace was something that I wasn't sure I'd ever find after coming to be in the crazed bustle of Crossing with my older sister.She never found peace herself, never finding the time to venture far from the infirmary. She urged me to seek out the freedom and independence that she herself lacked.
The knowledge of magic bestowed upon me by my adopted sister coupled with the need to learn of my past drew me to Meraud. Subconsciously it seemed I felt kin to the blade, and the gleam of the sharp slicing edge of a scimitar fascinated me.
Whytryvr may have felt secure in the deep recesses of the Healerie with it's crystals and mirrors, but I feel the most secure under open sky with 'Daro' my scim in hand.
I stayed in Crossing a very short time, unable to find my place there. My new family had decided to start anew in Riverhaven, so off I went to be near them...
Instantly I knew this was home. Maybe I had been there before, sometime in my past that I can't remember. The streets themelves welcomed me, and I stalked them as if born there.
Guildmistress Karazhil welcomed me into her halls, a very good thing since I had already had words with Gauthus. Maybe it was my concealed appearance or sulking manner that he held suspect, and chose to refuse my offering to him. My choice to live much in shadows has led me to keep the company of what some would consider an unsavory lot, but I find them to be some of the most honest and trustworthy companions.
My sister was only able to tell me a brief account of the whisperings of war before she passed on. Many attempts had been made to recruit her, and she had regretted not having the training to be of much use to the cause. Now I find myself torn, my closet friends and mentors are aiding in the effort, while I'm on the outside looking in. The confusion swirling in my head is nearly stunning at times, am I too young to defend myself let alone my home from this terror?
Do I want to give up my freedom and have to answer every waking minute to thoughts shoved uninvited into my head?
My experience up til now of those involved is mixed,
feeling absolute devotion from those known to me, contrasted by piercing glares in foreign lands and even my home when accidentally tripping in on a secret meeting.
The time to choose that path and defend this place and it's people I call my own I hope is not too near. As I feared may happen, I have reached a point in my training where I must risk losing favor with Meraud in order to gain Karazhil's approval.
All is still, all is free from sound and movement in this cloistered clearing. Irregular, fist-sized white stones mark the perimeter of a large circle filled with grass, a few scattered golden marigolds, and a sense of infinite peace.
Obvious paths: north, southeast.
Here is where I'm most able to find a bit of quiet. Peace was something that I wasn't sure I'd ever find after coming to be in the crazed bustle of Crossing with my older sister.She never found peace herself, never finding the time to venture far from the infirmary. She urged me to seek out the freedom and independence that she herself lacked.
The knowledge of magic bestowed upon me by my adopted sister coupled with the need to learn of my past drew me to Meraud. Subconsciously it seemed I felt kin to the blade, and the gleam of the sharp slicing edge of a scimitar fascinated me.
Whytryvr may have felt secure in the deep recesses of the Healerie with it's crystals and mirrors, but I feel the most secure under open sky with 'Daro' my scim in hand.
I stayed in Crossing a very short time, unable to find my place there. My new family had decided to start anew in Riverhaven, so off I went to be near them...
Instantly I knew this was home. Maybe I had been there before, sometime in my past that I can't remember. The streets themelves welcomed me, and I stalked them as if born there.
Guildmistress Karazhil welcomed me into her halls, a very good thing since I had already had words with Gauthus. Maybe it was my concealed appearance or sulking manner that he held suspect, and chose to refuse my offering to him. My choice to live much in shadows has led me to keep the company of what some would consider an unsavory lot, but I find them to be some of the most honest and trustworthy companions.
My sister was only able to tell me a brief account of the whisperings of war before she passed on. Many attempts had been made to recruit her, and she had regretted not having the training to be of much use to the cause. Now I find myself torn, my closet friends and mentors are aiding in the effort, while I'm on the outside looking in. The confusion swirling in my head is nearly stunning at times, am I too young to defend myself let alone my home from this terror?
Do I want to give up my freedom and have to answer every waking minute to thoughts shoved uninvited into my head?
My experience up til now of those involved is mixed,
feeling absolute devotion from those known to me, contrasted by piercing glares in foreign lands and even my home when accidentally tripping in on a secret meeting.
The time to choose that path and defend this place and it's people I call my own I hope is not too near. As I feared may happen, I have reached a point in my training where I must risk losing favor with Meraud in order to gain Karazhil's approval.
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