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A choice was made.

Boreal pulled just enough together to fit in their old leathery satchel, a few pieces of shortbread, a waterskin, their knife and their sling. They left dressed themselves for the cold, having an extra pair of clothing if anything was to go south. The elf then paused as they rested their gilded gaze upon their staff that leaned against the wall of the house they once shared with a friend, that now was mostly them and their new housemate.

With a subtle nod, they opened the duo of doors to their home, letting the warm air of the afternoon hit their face, they sighed, putting on their large-brimmed hat and exiting the small house with the creaky floors. They passed by their hounds, giving each a treat and some attention, smiling brightly as they rubbed the belly of a particularly needy one, before they glanced back up at the house, their smile dulling around it’s edges yet not fading as they read over the sign denominating those living inside, the memories of the previously mentioned goblin stinging as they usually did, but now there was something different, who knew.

They then rose to their full height, letting out a low exhale and turning around, slinging the crooked staff over their wide shoulders and brushing a few strands of white hair off of their face, they continued, jaw tightened with the guilt that rattled their mind for years now.

 

Coming down the pathway, they found no-one around, this was to be expected, yet it still pained them, but why? Why did it hurt them so much to be alone? Why did they always feel like an outsider looking in?
These questions plagued their often frantic mind, repeating in a sound akin to nails on a chalkboard, it was a god-awful cacophony of shrilling voices.


They had made the effort to fit in for so long that they forgot who they really were.

They had tried so hard to stall change that they became miserable.

And they tried taming chaos so many times that the spark that once led them faded.


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Yet then, it hit them, as soon as they arrived at the tundra lands surrounding Haense, the epiphany long overdue landed on their head like a stone, the crushing force of change.

“Change” muttered the elf aloud, breath making a cloud of fog as it left their maw, as they decided to take a seat on one of the larger-rooted trees that surrounded them, that was the good call, given the racing pace of their thoughts nearly swept them off their feet.
“The war.. Chaos, control”
muttered the pale one once more, sighing as they wiped at their eyes, they finally understood, even if only starting to do so, they were so sorry, sorry that they let themselves be mistreated by the one they trusted the most, sorry for isolating themselves instead of getting help, they were sorry.

And then…

They heard the voice, the voice of their father, loud and clear as if he was present, sitting beside them.


“Don’t be sorry, be mindful”

They understood now, they knew what to do.

 

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OOC: Wanted to make a nice lil' writing post, hope this ain't sh*t! But it don't matter, 'cause i had fun writing it.

 

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