The Foxtrap [PK]

[Unwillingly 18103]

"I hope the life that awaits her is kinder than this one was. Rest well, Sonna." quietly mused one prince.

 

[Rig 17580]

"Poor Sulcelia," noted the silhouette of a tall Elven man to an erstwhile companion a few hours after the sacrificial rite. "I would have rather not seen it come to this."

[Wand 1220]

Fëanor had been in the midst of a meeting when the news arrived. Sulcelia did not need to speak, but he knew that pain. He had seen it in the faces of his family before, and saw the /Fang/ gripped taut in her unsteady hand. He knew in his heart what this meant. So he wrapped Sulcelia in his arms and held her against the world, a bulwark. It was difficult to be that strong, for it meant there was no one but silence to hold you in your hour.

 

So he held her until her world went quiet. It would be hours, days before the fox delivered its message.

 

-

 

It was always in an unkindness by his father's doing, that he was introduced to his sisters. Sonna especially, the red-haired and green-eyed daughter of the woods. Her hair was wildfire, and the hair red, like a fox's he did note.

 

Sonna had been kind, but nervous, haunted by the shadow cast upon her by others. The world expected everything from her, and yet her face was often in pain, anxious for the expectations. The village was young then, alongside the coast of Aegrothond, where the Elves dwelt i n unsteady harmony. With time she would become one of the Triumvirate, and upon her neck would lay one of those fabled Jewels of Irrinor.

 

Where Fëanor was as the sky and the light casting rays and shade, his sister Idril was like the sea, and his sister Sonna like the land. He cherished those differences in his heart, and wondered what it would have been like, had he taken those final steps, and become of the green like they.

 

He was a young and foolish prince then, but he spared a kindness for his sister, where the rest of their family could not. So he crafted those matching necklaces, so that Sonna and he would always be together, and she would always bear a semblance of that royal dignity she ought have been due.

 

The greatest gift he had ever given was a pair of foxes, an older red fox, and a paler arctic fox cub. The elf had no comprehension just why he brought them home, but he must have been thinking of his sister. He gifted them to her in the wood with a sunlit smile, their faces warm in the mid-day.

 

He would never know that those foxes helped her in her attunement vision, nor would he.

 

-

 

With the dissolution of Elvenesse, the council beneath him, the separation of the Vale into what would become Nevaehlen and again other successors through the years, he would meet his sister again in Apotheosis, and again in the latter years of Aevos, under a pseudonym.

 

Again, and again arrived the pain of separation, and yet he had to marvel at his sister's family, its many branches. He would know them by their fox-red hair, the green and grey of their eyes... for which, when Sonna asked, he never had an answer why her eyes differed.

 

-

His shoulders, broad to carry those burdens, had recently been lifted of grief by a god. Now, it felt as though a new wave was reaching the shores of his temperament and resolve, yet as rage and sorrow did rise, he remembered the younger fox in his arms, the Templar and the many living who would need him still.

 

"Strong the heart that burns, terrible its weight of love.. She was fire and land, the breadth which spaneth 'tween sky and sea-"

 

It had taken him too long to realize. Sonna was the land, the shore and the horizon between the sky and the sea, between him and Idril. Of course her eyes were green; they could only be silver-grey like ash and death.

 

-

 

Fëanor cradled the letter in his hand. The brightest lights oft cast the deepest shadows.

 

"Someday together, we'll shine."

 

[JuztLizzy 388]

Deep within a forest in Azulas wandered an elfess, carrying a basket with a bountiful harvest of berries and various other plant life. She looked at peace. Perhaps an effect from the lack of chatter or chaos that came with civilization. Nonetheless, Laltyl's emerald gaze turned upward at the light blue sky that hovered over the tree. She wondered, like many times before, if returning to live amongst her kin again would bring her the same feeling of happiness that she once felt so many years ago.

As she wondered, a high pitched chirp caught her attention back on the ground. A fox had found it's way toward the druid. Laltyl smiled fondly at the small canine, kneeling down beside it in order to get a better look. Upon closer inspection of the fox, Laltyl noticed it carried a golden circlet atop it's head as well as a sealed letter within it's maw. gently, Laltyl accepted the letter, petting the fox's head in thanks before tearing the wax seal and digging for the letter within, opening it to read it's contents.

The peace and content feeling Laltyl was feeling before hand was gone, now replaced with deep sorrow. The druid let herself collapse onto her knees as tears and wails overwhelmed her. She clung onto the letter as if embracing it would bring back the same warmth of Sonna's motherly embraces.

Sonna was gone.

Laltyl might have not been her biological child but she had taken her in and cared for her as if she had always been one of her own. She became the mother Laltyl always needed when her biological one neglected her existence.

The fox that had delivered the letter sat beside Laltyl, nudging their head gently on the elfess' arm, offering comfort in this moment of sadness.

Memories flooded Laltyl's mind. Her first days in Siramenor, the friends and family she had met over her time in the village. The time of Elvenesse, when she believed that the happiness that had found her in those days would continue through out her long life time. 

 

She now sat alone, only accompanied by the flora and fauna that watched her silently, clinging onto memories of the past.

"..Rest.. haelun.. thank you for everything you did."

 

Lalty's soft words came from strained sobs before she whispered a prayer for her mother, hoping that she now rested  in the eternal forest. 

Laltyl then stood, tucking the letter away in her basket as the fox scurried away. 

The Tigress druid wiped her tears and looked back up at the now darkening sky. She now knew her answer.

There was still much to be done.

 

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Thank you so much for the amazing roleplay you provided for so many players with Sonna. Forever grateful that I joined the wood elf community when I did and got to have an amazing role model for my character. Love you Juno!!! <3