05-11-2013, 07:19 AM
While braiding her hair, Soae sat pensively upright on an otherwise comfortable looking chaise lounge. Behind her a massive Frostsaber paced, stopping only to anxiously curl and release its tail against the floor. Losdir, as the beast was called, was given free reign in his mistress' company. As well as he should. His bloodline had served the night elf for centuries and both were loyal to the other; and his anxious movements mirrored her swift fingers combing through thick, damp strands of teal. The braid was as long as her as her spine and the effort it took complete it in perfection calmed Soae's racing thoughts.
The priestess had been unsure if Elune inhabited the alien moon that hung above the Terokkar Forest until two nights ago. While her Lady's gifts still proved useful to Soae, she couldn't help but feel an absence since crossing the portal into Outland. She worried that it was a lack of faith, but in the months she resided here others assured her it was simply homesickness. Eager to believe the latter she hid away her guilt and doubt, continuing her business with the Aldor. However, when letters to her father started to go unanswered she started to question whether or not it was time to go home.
This growing unease could not be calmed by prayer so Soae went into the heart of the forest, seeking out the moonlight that the neutral city of Shattrath filtered. Her new allies offered to accompany her, but she knew that they would be distracting. Assuring them that Losdir and her faith in Elune would protect her, she proceeded to leave the city alone. Within a night's ride, she found a spot beneath a canopy of purple leaves that allowed the moonlight to bathe her camp. She started a small fire in order to heat a teapot of water; necessary for her meditation ritual.
From steps learned long ago, she used the process of making a cup of tea to focus her thoughts and still her breathing. In the minutes it took to boil the water, turn the pot upright, fill her cup and mix in a pouch of herbs she was disconnected from the world around her. Her ever cautious Losder sat his on his haunches, standing guard not unlike a stone gargoyle. His eyes and ears served the priestess and he would alert her to danger.
After cupping the tea between her palms she took a single sip and closed her eyes to the rising steam. On her breath she whispered a prayer in her native Darnassae, "Mother Moon, led by your hand I have walked under a sky of stars I do not know. To where, I do not know. Your light has guided my steps, but still I do not know. " She let her prayer trail off unfinished, hoping that Elune would hear her and understand. And with what was left in the cup she doused the fire.
In the quiet of the wood, she let her silver eyes adjust to the darkness of night and patiently waited. Her breath was slow and rythmic corralling her thoughts onto one single focus-- her father. In her mind she saw him as he was the first day they first met, kneeling in the dirt outside of her mother's home. She smiled, remembering how after her death he had planted a single lily beneath the front window. The sentinel had kept a tidy, no nonesense house and a bare yard save for grass. The lily would have angered the warrior; but it brought comfort to her daughter, the priestess.
Soae's memory went further, but instead of watching herself kneel beside the druid as she had done many, many, years ago, she saw the lily wilt beneath his care. He turned to look at her, his face gaunt, his golden eyes dim. She saw in his hair decaying autumn leaves and his nearby staff was wrought with mildew. When she reached out to touch him, his body fell over like a dry husk, deceased. Before she could scream for help, she felt an enormous black slug crawl from his body to her hand. She tore at it with her other hand, desperately slinging it from her flesh. As it flew across the yard it grew a giant maw and roared; waking her to a concerned Losdir.
He nudged her back to reality, then snarled in the direction of the wood. The brush rattled and a group of decrepit lost ones hobbled around their camp. Soae could see their outlines in the darkness and hear their clumsy steps, but she could not count their number. In the darkness she pulled her silver staff to her lap, crossing the length of the weapon across her body as if it were a shield.
The Lost Ones mumbled to one another, their words foreign to the night elf's ears, but she spoke back to them in her own tongue, "If you have come for food, you may take all that I have. If you have come for treasure, I have none. But if you have come for my life, you will lose..." Her voice was stern and in the darkness she could see a few warped faces and in the event that they could see hers, she mustered a feral scowl.
One of the wretched outcasts spoke and shook a staff at her. In moments her steal resolve began to shake. Her heart raced and she felt a pulse of shadow overcome her faith, but before that dread could reach her lips, she spoke in prayer, "Elune protect me from shadows, light my path!" The shadow effect soothed and the crescent end of her staff began to glow with white light. In that light she made out three, maybe four, but she did not waste time to search for others.
She swung her staff, giving her a wide stance so that she could stand from her sitting position. Losdir swiped at the broken warlock, allowing his mistress room to maneuver. Raising her arm, she cloaked herself in a shield of moonlight. The deformed caster lept back into the brush frightened and a companion to his right growled, raising a club high above his head. For his advance, he was met by the butt of her staff and knocked to the ground.
Using the time gained, she threw herself over Losdir's back and tugged on his fur. The warlock mouthed an angry curse, and shot at them with shadow. Before it could weaken her mount's resolve she urged Losdir to run back to the main road. She left behind her camping supplies, hoping the gang of Lost Ones were only after what they could scavenge. They road fast back to city, but as they approached the gates, Lodir slowed. His movements were becoming lethargic and Soae knew he had been cursed.
She brought him to a stop and climbed down from his back, walking him the rest of the way. She whispered to him, encouraging his steps and promising him that once back in Shattrath she would find one capable of curing his curse. Though only a few minutes from the city, the walk was slow. Her feet were tired, but she led him all the way to the Aldor Rise. Once there, they were greeted by her friends that had offered to assist her, but gave no judgement in the outcome.
The acolytes of light tended to Losdir's condition and assisted the pair back to Soae's quarters. Once she was alone, she mulled over what she thought she saw. Her fingers nimbly creating a pony-tail of webbed hair, each thick braid a trail of what she could not remember. Even though the details of the dream were hazy it left a feeling she knew to be Elune's answer to her prayer. Go home.
The priestess had been unsure if Elune inhabited the alien moon that hung above the Terokkar Forest until two nights ago. While her Lady's gifts still proved useful to Soae, she couldn't help but feel an absence since crossing the portal into Outland. She worried that it was a lack of faith, but in the months she resided here others assured her it was simply homesickness. Eager to believe the latter she hid away her guilt and doubt, continuing her business with the Aldor. However, when letters to her father started to go unanswered she started to question whether or not it was time to go home.
This growing unease could not be calmed by prayer so Soae went into the heart of the forest, seeking out the moonlight that the neutral city of Shattrath filtered. Her new allies offered to accompany her, but she knew that they would be distracting. Assuring them that Losdir and her faith in Elune would protect her, she proceeded to leave the city alone. Within a night's ride, she found a spot beneath a canopy of purple leaves that allowed the moonlight to bathe her camp. She started a small fire in order to heat a teapot of water; necessary for her meditation ritual.
From steps learned long ago, she used the process of making a cup of tea to focus her thoughts and still her breathing. In the minutes it took to boil the water, turn the pot upright, fill her cup and mix in a pouch of herbs she was disconnected from the world around her. Her ever cautious Losder sat his on his haunches, standing guard not unlike a stone gargoyle. His eyes and ears served the priestess and he would alert her to danger.
After cupping the tea between her palms she took a single sip and closed her eyes to the rising steam. On her breath she whispered a prayer in her native Darnassae, "Mother Moon, led by your hand I have walked under a sky of stars I do not know. To where, I do not know. Your light has guided my steps, but still I do not know. " She let her prayer trail off unfinished, hoping that Elune would hear her and understand. And with what was left in the cup she doused the fire.
In the quiet of the wood, she let her silver eyes adjust to the darkness of night and patiently waited. Her breath was slow and rythmic corralling her thoughts onto one single focus-- her father. In her mind she saw him as he was the first day they first met, kneeling in the dirt outside of her mother's home. She smiled, remembering how after her death he had planted a single lily beneath the front window. The sentinel had kept a tidy, no nonesense house and a bare yard save for grass. The lily would have angered the warrior; but it brought comfort to her daughter, the priestess.
Soae's memory went further, but instead of watching herself kneel beside the druid as she had done many, many, years ago, she saw the lily wilt beneath his care. He turned to look at her, his face gaunt, his golden eyes dim. She saw in his hair decaying autumn leaves and his nearby staff was wrought with mildew. When she reached out to touch him, his body fell over like a dry husk, deceased. Before she could scream for help, she felt an enormous black slug crawl from his body to her hand. She tore at it with her other hand, desperately slinging it from her flesh. As it flew across the yard it grew a giant maw and roared; waking her to a concerned Losdir.
He nudged her back to reality, then snarled in the direction of the wood. The brush rattled and a group of decrepit lost ones hobbled around their camp. Soae could see their outlines in the darkness and hear their clumsy steps, but she could not count their number. In the darkness she pulled her silver staff to her lap, crossing the length of the weapon across her body as if it were a shield.
The Lost Ones mumbled to one another, their words foreign to the night elf's ears, but she spoke back to them in her own tongue, "If you have come for food, you may take all that I have. If you have come for treasure, I have none. But if you have come for my life, you will lose..." Her voice was stern and in the darkness she could see a few warped faces and in the event that they could see hers, she mustered a feral scowl.
One of the wretched outcasts spoke and shook a staff at her. In moments her steal resolve began to shake. Her heart raced and she felt a pulse of shadow overcome her faith, but before that dread could reach her lips, she spoke in prayer, "Elune protect me from shadows, light my path!" The shadow effect soothed and the crescent end of her staff began to glow with white light. In that light she made out three, maybe four, but she did not waste time to search for others.
She swung her staff, giving her a wide stance so that she could stand from her sitting position. Losdir swiped at the broken warlock, allowing his mistress room to maneuver. Raising her arm, she cloaked herself in a shield of moonlight. The deformed caster lept back into the brush frightened and a companion to his right growled, raising a club high above his head. For his advance, he was met by the butt of her staff and knocked to the ground.
Using the time gained, she threw herself over Losdir's back and tugged on his fur. The warlock mouthed an angry curse, and shot at them with shadow. Before it could weaken her mount's resolve she urged Losdir to run back to the main road. She left behind her camping supplies, hoping the gang of Lost Ones were only after what they could scavenge. They road fast back to city, but as they approached the gates, Lodir slowed. His movements were becoming lethargic and Soae knew he had been cursed.
She brought him to a stop and climbed down from his back, walking him the rest of the way. She whispered to him, encouraging his steps and promising him that once back in Shattrath she would find one capable of curing his curse. Though only a few minutes from the city, the walk was slow. Her feet were tired, but she led him all the way to the Aldor Rise. Once there, they were greeted by her friends that had offered to assist her, but gave no judgement in the outcome.
The acolytes of light tended to Losdir's condition and assisted the pair back to Soae's quarters. Once she was alone, she mulled over what she thought she saw. Her fingers nimbly creating a pony-tail of webbed hair, each thick braid a trail of what she could not remember. Even though the details of the dream were hazy it left a feeling she knew to be Elune's answer to her prayer. Go home.