Post by Vaelitha Skysong on Dec 18, 2009 0:49:38 GMT 1
Karael looked into the bright flames of the fire as Moonfrost trotted back to the small camp and settled down beside her. The wolf was used to the fire, having traveled with Karael from a pup, and Karael patted the wolf's flank out of habit. Her thoughts though, were with the letter she had in her pack.
She drew a deep breath and then shook her head, frowning slightly. Her Mother was hard to take, even in written form. With around five and a half centuries to her name, she was not a child, and yet her Mother insisted on treating her as such. She berated her choice to run the Woods and live apart from the settlements. She looked down upon her decision to take up the hunting bow and choose solitude, rather than the sword and the life of a Sentinel as her Mother and her Mother's sister had before her.
It was one of the reasons she had not visited Auberdine and her family before returning to her wandering of Ashenvale after her long traveling of the Human lands across the Sea, and as she had read the letter passed to her by her cousin, she felt it was the right choice.
Karael turned her gaze up to the stars and the moon, and thought to the chance meeting she had had with Celegil and Caliyen. It was not chance, no. It had felt right, and she finally began to feel the ache in her heart recede. The traveling in the Human lands had started this deep ache inside, and she wished to try and ease it, to fill the void that had opened up. It was clear to her now as she enjoyed the peace and serenity of the familiar trees around her, that she had been longing for her home, her people. This 'Way' they had spoken of could be the chance to return and reforge a closeness with her people and her Goddess.
Draping her arm over Moonfrost, she stoked the fire and watched the sparks fly up and float in the night air, smiling gently.
She drew a deep breath and then shook her head, frowning slightly. Her Mother was hard to take, even in written form. With around five and a half centuries to her name, she was not a child, and yet her Mother insisted on treating her as such. She berated her choice to run the Woods and live apart from the settlements. She looked down upon her decision to take up the hunting bow and choose solitude, rather than the sword and the life of a Sentinel as her Mother and her Mother's sister had before her.
It was one of the reasons she had not visited Auberdine and her family before returning to her wandering of Ashenvale after her long traveling of the Human lands across the Sea, and as she had read the letter passed to her by her cousin, she felt it was the right choice.
Karael turned her gaze up to the stars and the moon, and thought to the chance meeting she had had with Celegil and Caliyen. It was not chance, no. It had felt right, and she finally began to feel the ache in her heart recede. The traveling in the Human lands had started this deep ache inside, and she wished to try and ease it, to fill the void that had opened up. It was clear to her now as she enjoyed the peace and serenity of the familiar trees around her, that she had been longing for her home, her people. This 'Way' they had spoken of could be the chance to return and reforge a closeness with her people and her Goddess.
Draping her arm over Moonfrost, she stoked the fire and watched the sparks fly up and float in the night air, smiling gently.