Auriana sits, crouching on a large rock that protrudes from the sharp cliff, overlooking the valley below. She had been on the road for near two days when she reached Gridania. There was something she had found peaceful about it, in spite of the goings on and the tales of hardships.
Something perhaps in the landscape itself. Her intent was to keep heading north until she had reached the snow caps. It was there, high in the mountains that hopes of hard terrain, hard labor in her craft and the energy draining cold might be enough to let her sleep at days end. Having slept little in the last weeks, her body was telling her it was time.
A short stop, more or less paying visit to the Elezen whom days before had challenged her outlook. Aurianas' respect for her, and gratitude for the kindness compelled her to pay visit, and say her farewells until she should return. It seasons past, it could be two full lunar cycles until she came down. Her visit paid, her intent laid forth, yet she remains here in Gridania.
It had been a long night for her, spent off the trail where she made camp to do some deep thinking. She had made a decision...
Just before the sunrise, she climbed high on the rock so that she may have full view of the spectacle that is about to happen. Taking in each breath, slowly and listening to the forests every sound the as horizon began to glow.
As the sun began to crest the horizon, the fog still laying in the valley turned to a golden river, and the dew on the leaves sparkled as jewels. All seemingly to dance together to the song of the forest, that no one else could hear.
After a few moments, she took the leather covered book out, lay it across her thigh and unbound its cover. Opening the pages, she begins to write..
I've thought long on this. Many opportunities to put the skills I have to use offered. A chance to be more than what I am. I can not deny the wisdom in the offerings made, nor the suggestions laid forth. Perhaps it IS time. Time to focus on something larger than myself. Time to give chance to letting go, and maybe make a home.
Each of them, seemed willing to accept me for what I am. None looked on me as a vagrant, or as a thief, or worse like some many in the camps have. To have work, meaningful work is perhaps what I need indeed. I like them, I feel there is much I can learn from them. And all the while my freedom is still mine. Something that is very important to me.
Yes, I will stand with them. It's time. It's time to look to what lay ahead, and as the wise one might say. Looking ahead, does not mean you are forsaking the past. If anything, I would gather to guess it would be honoring it. And so as such, I am honored to stand with them. And as it would seem from what I had learned in my short time, it is none too soon.
The Coeurl scratches at the base of the rock as she looks down at him and smiles. She nods, puts away the book and gets to her feet, picking up her bow as she does so. "Alright boy, let's make haste. I have a promise to keep." The large cat lets out a roar as she leaps on his back, and lunges off through the trees..
Something perhaps in the landscape itself. Her intent was to keep heading north until she had reached the snow caps. It was there, high in the mountains that hopes of hard terrain, hard labor in her craft and the energy draining cold might be enough to let her sleep at days end. Having slept little in the last weeks, her body was telling her it was time.
A short stop, more or less paying visit to the Elezen whom days before had challenged her outlook. Aurianas' respect for her, and gratitude for the kindness compelled her to pay visit, and say her farewells until she should return. It seasons past, it could be two full lunar cycles until she came down. Her visit paid, her intent laid forth, yet she remains here in Gridania.
It had been a long night for her, spent off the trail where she made camp to do some deep thinking. She had made a decision...
Just before the sunrise, she climbed high on the rock so that she may have full view of the spectacle that is about to happen. Taking in each breath, slowly and listening to the forests every sound the as horizon began to glow.
As the sun began to crest the horizon, the fog still laying in the valley turned to a golden river, and the dew on the leaves sparkled as jewels. All seemingly to dance together to the song of the forest, that no one else could hear.
After a few moments, she took the leather covered book out, lay it across her thigh and unbound its cover. Opening the pages, she begins to write..
I've thought long on this. Many opportunities to put the skills I have to use offered. A chance to be more than what I am. I can not deny the wisdom in the offerings made, nor the suggestions laid forth. Perhaps it IS time. Time to focus on something larger than myself. Time to give chance to letting go, and maybe make a home.
Each of them, seemed willing to accept me for what I am. None looked on me as a vagrant, or as a thief, or worse like some many in the camps have. To have work, meaningful work is perhaps what I need indeed. I like them, I feel there is much I can learn from them. And all the while my freedom is still mine. Something that is very important to me.
Yes, I will stand with them. It's time. It's time to look to what lay ahead, and as the wise one might say. Looking ahead, does not mean you are forsaking the past. If anything, I would gather to guess it would be honoring it. And so as such, I am honored to stand with them. And as it would seem from what I had learned in my short time, it is none too soon.
The Coeurl scratches at the base of the rock as she looks down at him and smiles. She nods, puts away the book and gets to her feet, picking up her bow as she does so. "Alright boy, let's make haste. I have a promise to keep." The large cat lets out a roar as she leaps on his back, and lunges off through the trees..
