The Hurricane's Exile

[NomadGaia 930]

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The once gentle brook of the elves became a storm, carving a path for the elves of emerald. But all storms must come to an end, and so it has come.

 

No more does it roar. No more shall it destroy where mending and healing is needed.

 

Hardly a word to accompany the harsh silence left behind.

 

The Emerald storm has faded and disappeared back into the sea.

 

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Spoiler

I’m taking off from LoTC for a bit. May be back, may not be. It’s been good, and bad. It’s been an awesome creative outlet, but it has its drawbacks. Anyhow, Awaiti’s gone away, without much of a word to many. I’ll be on discord if you wanna talk or anything. Gaia#5196

 

[Luciloo 2680]

A Sage stood amidst the stone altars outside the Emerald Sanctuary, bowing her head in respect for her Sister.

Her words were lost, drowned out by the ensuing downpour which would make those same altars dark and glossy, while the melodies of nature sang excitably for the arrival of rain.

 

 

“Blessed be, Sister Hurricane.”

[Deer__ 1558]

Good luck Gaia. See you next month

[Toffee 2843]

The Lady Sylvaeri stood upon her misty isle, gazing across a boundless sea to where the mainland squatted. Like a great beast, poised to devour the world. War ravaged across that continent, searing through civilisations as surely as a wildfire through ancient forests. 

 

It had been seven years— longer, perhaps— since she had seen her sister. But as she stood there, wreathed in mist blowing in off the ocean, the cool of it rousing pebbles along her tattooed arms… Illynora seemed to know. That a hurricane had slid from Atlas’ shores, perhaps never to be seen again. She was not quite sure if it was a relief.

 

Awaiti’s niece joined her mother in gazing across the roiling waves. Scarlet haired and grey of eye, the young Sylvaeri had never met her aunt; never been blessed before the Aspects by Sister Hurricane, despite the invitations to Aegrothond that had undoubtedly reached Aureon Manor. Borne on the wings of a white seabird, who had returned messageless on every occasion.

 

So Illynora watched, as the hurricane left a once-great nation in ruin behind it, and turned away towards clearer skies.

[ThumperJack 927]

The Leopard stood upon the same soil as the Lady Sylvaeri, though in another spot along the isle that he could stare off at Atlas in quiet vigil. It had become a common practice of his to simply sit along the cliffs and dangle his feet from the branchs of trees as he observed the coastline of the war-torn mainland, waiting patiently for any sign for conflicts to pass. However, no such sign appeared nor did it seem one would ever come to pass.

 

Miklaeil Silma’s mind drifted off to the small mali’ame woman, kind and loving. The little discussions about seedly and worldly affairs in Caras Eldar, her assistance with his beloved’s health. He would miss Awaiti.

 

“Ahernal ito, sister.”

[Neropolitan 108]

When word first reached the ears of the dedicant she found herself reeling, hurt and angry. To have left without even so much as a word, it pained her to think this was the case. But as the days passed it became ever more evident this was in fact the case. And so she turned from anger to sorrow, as another had left her alone once more this time without a teacher. She found she could not blame her however, much like she could not blame her own maln for his actions before he left her too. And in a similar manner, the hurt and anger she initially felt, was turned into the driving force that kept her moving forward. Her resolve strengthened, her mind was soon made as ambition began to blossom within her being.

“Perhaps should you return, I would hope you might be proud.. For unlike my maln, you still can.” The elfess would calmly speak the words into the wind standing upon the Vista point she had taken to watching the sky from, with the hopes that the wind might carry her words out to sea.

[HazelWazel 463]

Delmira Aureon quietly closes one of her last crates of things, leaning back against the cleaned clinic’s desk. Her tired eyes would cast over the place that her seed sister had left in her care. So much faith was put into her by Awaiti, perhaps too much. Has she failed her? In doing what she believed she needed to do, was she disappointing the woman who showed her what family was? It was hard to tell, and Delmira knew she could not dwell upon it. Perhaps she would ask Awaiti in person. But that would be a long ways away.

”I will wait Awaiti. When you return, I will be one of the first to welcome you back... Just as I did before.”

 

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The Scorpion Druid would sit quietly at the edge of the water, her daughter making flower crowns at her side. The druidess would watch with a faint smile, before glancing out towards the gentle moving water of the pond. She knew something was wrong, something had changed. Her eyes would close then after, speaking very softly under her breath.

”Blessed be Sister Hurricane. May you find the calm within yourself that you so deserve..”

[Archipelego 2188]

“Hrm.” A halfling sits by himself, leaning against the trunk of a tree. He wraps his arms around himself, frowning and glancing off in thought. “Well, Blessed Be.” He mutters to himself, staring up at the sky.

[osumanduas 1442]

Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

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