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Along The Way


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A ‘ker sat beneath a willow tree, her back resting against the trunk of it. A staff laid across her lap, dark oak with vines and lilacs going up it. The sun was setting, a mixture of red, orange and purple across the horizon. 


Things were calm. A lesson with Hareven finished not long before. He had gone off to do whatever it is he does. Whatever it was, she didn’t know. The man always just marched to the beat of his own drum, following wherever it took him. The one thing she did know was that, along the way, he found others and welcomed them into his family with open arms. Something she experienced firsthand.

 

Their first encounter was an interesting one. Over a century ago now, and it was during her dedicancy. Someone, she didn’t remember who now, threatening her along with two other dedicants. Hareven pressed the person’s neck to a tree, with one hand, until a sickening crack came. And that was the end of the situation.

 

Her teal gaze lifted upward, trailing along the leaves of the willow tree. Hints of a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. Her hands clasped together, resting on the shaft of her staff. While shocking at the time, she came to learn that Hareven was just Hareven.

 

When first arriving at Linandria back in Axios, she was by herself when she stopped at those gates. No family, no friends. Just the violin, a sword and clothes on her back. Little did she know back then, stopping at those gates, how much it would change her life.

 

An ‘ame was who let her in, a singular green eye visible. The other was covered by a green bandana. A brown coat on his frame, and an introduction soon given to her.

 

Calius Terin. Cal.

 

It didn’t take long for the two of them to grow close. A love for him never faded, even after a hundred years apart and other partners in between later on.   

 

Along with him came his twin sons. Ruin’nir and Tam’naeuth. Two young boys she quickly grew to love as her own, raising them as if they were her blood.

 

“I think we’re the lucky ones, to be honest. We were small, motherless children. Then you showed up and fixed all that.”

 

Even with two hundred years passing since then, they were still her boys. No matter how much time went on, the image of those young eight year olds stuck with her. Aspects help anyone or anything to try to hurt those boys or any of her other children. 

 

Miklaeil was a grown man when she met him in Atlas, within the city of Caras Eldar and the Sparrow Grove. That changed nothing about her eventually seeing him as one of her own. Something he said that she remembered so clearly. Within the walls of Aegrothond, seated a table talking with him and others.

 

“She reminds me of my own dearly departed Haelun.” 

 

Aegrothond was where she first met Nenar. Ribs broken. She tried so hard to get her to stay, so that she could treat her injuries and so she could rest. But it didn’t work out that way. Artimec hadn’t been welcome in Aegrothond at the time, and so Nenar left with him. 

 

Thankfully, it wasn’t the last she saw the ‘ame woman. Frequently, she saw her at Aegrothond and the Mother Grove. The more time spent together, it wasn’t long before the two were bonded as family. Mother and daughter. A bond that could not ever be broken.

 

What started as just being her step-daughter evolved into Eretria being thought of as her own daughter. Despite being divorced from the small ‘ame’s father, the two of them were still as close as could be. A mother-daughter bond that was as real as if they had been blood. There wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do for her. Nerrin, as well, was her family. 

 

Meeting Ara’nora took some time, but she adored her granddaughter with all her heart. The spitting image of her father and mother. Anything that girl needed, she would do her best to fulfill. 

 

There were only fond memories of Marie. How she missed that halfling. A sister she viewed her as. Attuned only hours apart, and by the same person. Kasfer. Often, she missed taking a stroll through the grove and running into the halfling. Too long it’d been without her bright presence. The heart breaking sorrow when she felt the loss. It was a void yet to close to this day.

 

Over the years, there were glimpses of Evar’tir around the different elven cities of each land. But hardly any, if any at all, interaction with him. Not until he became Cal’s student. The memory of her first time talking to him was clear. Her, Evar’tir, Nen and Cal were all seated beneath the willow tree, just down the road from the Talus grove entrance. Now she was proud to call him her brother.

 

Kasfer was her first teacher, and Guyden was her guide. Both were considered family to her from the years she spent around them. Concern peaked its head up every so often, due to how many years it’d been since she saw either of them. The only reason she knew they were alright was because none of the losses felt over the years belonged to them. No graves for them, so at least they were alive. Nowhere to be seen, but alright. 

 

Soon enough, she was pulled from her reminiscing. Quite a journey the last two hundred years had been. Plenty of highs and lows. It was worth it though, because of all the bonds she formed along the way.

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((Thank you guys for all the good RP so far, and here's to a long time of more RP with you all! Love you guys <3 @DragonofTaters @Mewliet @Keefy @Bhased @BonesOfTheEarth @MrMineLoveDude @Archipelego @ThatGuy_777 @QueenGeorge @ThumperJack @Calioos @DrinkPesticide

 

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