Memory

[Isvinity 729]

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[MunaZaldrizoti 8037]

Aenora Araaloq spends the days and nights, succeeding the trial's conclusion, attempting to reconcile herself to what all has happened. Her father and uncle were both in shambles emotionally. This left her, as usual, to act the level-headed figure amidst the chaos. How else would she be the next Taegen of their family, should she allow herself to truly be led astray by such depressing sadness and anger towards a man she felt deserved no more of her time?

 

However, late in the evening, when the moon was high and the snowfall was gentle, one could perhaps hear the quiet weeping emitting from within the Araaloq's private shrine, whispered prayers to Wyvrun offered to no one but the altar etched into the stone wall.

[Synasthima 58]

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Amidst windswept boughs did a gaunt figure take seldom earned pause; an icy wind cutting through barely held together furs. She felt clarity. She felt calm.

Light blue orbs dully surveyed the half-dead forest -- dead leaves drifting down in lazy arcs to add to the near parasitic pile on the forest floor. Frigid, barely moving hands procured a lump of wax, nestling it between the roots of a stunted oak. Within moments, a small trail of smoke drifted out and into the air. And with it, the fenn's memories drifted back to her fractured family. To her first meeting with Kindrel in the center of Elvenesse. To the pain of being lambasted by Darcassan. To betraying her one and only son. She tilted her head back, parting cracked and near bleeding pale lips to release a painful series of hollow chuckles.

 

She regained her composure and muttered a soft, indirect prayer for both Kindrel and Darcassan. Gods know they needed it.

 

Elaerys stood, brushed herself clean of a few stray leaves, and continued on her silent march. Thoughts slipping back into the comfort of melancholic lethargy.