A Letter to Sirari

[Vaynth 3005]

It was a cool day with low wispy clouds and browning leaves. The raven haired Druid sat comfortably by a pond, dangling her bare feet into the frigid and rocky clear waters without complaint. She had her chin tilted towards the grey sky, eyes closed as a breeze caught in her hair and caused it to flow with the wind. It was at that moment she felt a shadow looming over her, blocking her faint shimmer of sun. Sirari then slit open her lime green hues to inspect the person standing before her with a look of patience. He was a normal looking pure Mali’ame. His skin was dark tanned with some visible dirt smudged on his cheekbone, and eyes a golden brown shade.

This elf was much taller and broader than she, but she still stared calmly in his direction until catch the sight of something in his hands. Her long pointy ears suddenly perked up at attention.The front of the mud stained scroll read “please hand this to Sirari. Her family awaits her.” Her eyes widened, lips slightly parting but not a word making their way out from between them. She made a small squeak of a sound, seeming to choke completely on any structured sentence. Without wasting another minute, the messenger began to speak.
 

“I’ve come to you on a business trip. This scroll has traveled hundreds of miles, and endured many-a storms to make it’s way to you, Mockingbird Druid. I myself have wandered quite a few towns, asking of your whereabouts. I believe you will find this message to be one of value and interest to you.” The elven man handed her the rolled up and slightly tattered scroll.

Blinking towards him for a moment, she stared at him with almost utter disbelief. Her pupils had expanded until the green of her eyes could almost no longer be seen. After a few moments she reached a hand out, humbly accepting his offering. Her eyes locked on the smudged ink words that could have been written only by her parents. “Thank you.” she said softly while still fixated on the scroll. But when she finally looked up, the man was no longer there. Wish a quiet sigh, she began to unravel the scroll in her hands. Some parts of the paper were stuck together with dried mud, so she was very careful not to tear it.

“Dear daughter,
I wanted to start this letter by apologizing for not speaking to you all these years. There was something your mother didn’t want you to know, and I regret always keeping this a secret from you, my sweet child. You were always so cheerful growing up, and we never never wanted to see that glimmer of innocence in your eyes fade. Before we left to join our seed, your mother fell very ill with a fatal disease. She was strong of course, never wanted to show any of her weaknesses around her blood. Her life goal was always to join a seed, and feel one with the Aspects. So we set off when you were still quite young, to achieve your mother's dream.
We would have brought you with us of course, but she couldn’t bare to see the sadness in your eyes when you found out she would be leaving us. We did in fact make it to our destination, but it wasn’t long before her illness progressed, and she eventually perished… She passed away with a smile laid upon her face, surrounded by nature. She talked of you often during her last moments.
The reason I am sending this letter to you now, my dear Sirari, is because word got around of a new Druid from Laureh’lin being attuned with a mockingbird totem. I was very pleased to find out that Druid happened to be my daughter. And it occurred to me that if you would like, you can come be one with the rest of us. You would make a wonderful addition to little family out here in the forests. Of course, I realize you may already have other important things happening where you are currently. Send a bird if you’d ever like to simply visit, or assist with running things in our seed and helping to spread word of the Aspects in distant corners of the world. I will guide you here. The choice is yours. I’m proud of you no matter what, and I love you.
-Signed, Tarathiel Aeraendsyr-- your father"

By the time she read the last word of the scroll softly out loud to herself, her eyes would have been red and clouded with tears. A single drop fell upon the scroll, smudging one of the many heartfelt words. As she looked down, she noticed something had fallen out from inside. It was a grey feather with a strip of black in the middle, and white at the tip. She picked it up carefully off the ground and held the mockingbird feather close to her chest as she sat there, sobbing in her isolation. As time passed, she seemed to go into a bit of a daze, becoming completely lost in her thoughts. With finality in her movements, the elves rolled up the scroll and placed it in her satchel along with the delicate feather, slinging it onto her shoulder before she stumbled onto her feet and began to head back into the city. The glimmer of hope seemed to have faded from her eyes, leaving them dull and indifferent.

[Paleo 298]

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