She felt the roots of the trees, for days now they'd been speaking to her, whispers in the night. She awoke in her home, Musaike asleep in the bed they shared. Their home was safe, luxurious. Yet she needed to be among the wood. She could feel it in her bones. She wore no clothes as she made her way to the main living area downstairs where she paused, offering up a prayer to Elune, even though the Demi-Goddess was not her deity she still paid her respects.
Walking from the home she was suddenly at home again, but in a different way. Her ears perked, listening to the creatures, she began running, she leaped across a small brook and dodged her way through a bramble of brush. Her feet found firm standing, acorns and sticks seemed to no bother her forest hardened feet.
Her soul wept. She had no one to turn to. The Cenarions....a joke. They had not accepted her all those years ago, her training had to be done the hard way, learning much from mistakes. She raced the Mother Moon, through the forest, her silhouette standing out now and again as she ran from tree to tree. She was tall, lean; built for speed.
She raced into the Grove, and suddenly her tears came. she could hear the song of the forest, it's want to comfort her, to be the thing that gave her strength when she had so little. She cried, her wounds still healing from the brutal orc's rampage. She hadn't spoken to anyone at length about it, but he'd nearly knocked her unconscious.
She could recall the Dream, the savage feel of it, the darkness creeping in, seeking to overtake her. Her return to Moonglade had been just in time, they had healed what they could and now she was back home among the Blades Edge, in Sylvannar. Only, she saw it through the eyes of the forest; the animals scampering about, a stray wind blowing the bows of an ancient tree.
She had been taught how to do this, though never had it felt so needed, so right. Her tears kept coming but soon, her sorrow seemed to melt away, the forest taking her pain.
She reached out to that feeling, to that warmth. and embraced it. She did not cry out as her body morphed, she was used to that, but what she beheld took her breath away.
In a small puddle near the tree's base she looked at herself, running a raked hand over barked skin. She could feel it now, her connection to the earth, it sprang like life within her. What now?
Walking from the home she was suddenly at home again, but in a different way. Her ears perked, listening to the creatures, she began running, she leaped across a small brook and dodged her way through a bramble of brush. Her feet found firm standing, acorns and sticks seemed to no bother her forest hardened feet.
Her soul wept. She had no one to turn to. The Cenarions....a joke. They had not accepted her all those years ago, her training had to be done the hard way, learning much from mistakes. She raced the Mother Moon, through the forest, her silhouette standing out now and again as she ran from tree to tree. She was tall, lean; built for speed.
She raced into the Grove, and suddenly her tears came. she could hear the song of the forest, it's want to comfort her, to be the thing that gave her strength when she had so little. She cried, her wounds still healing from the brutal orc's rampage. She hadn't spoken to anyone at length about it, but he'd nearly knocked her unconscious.
She could recall the Dream, the savage feel of it, the darkness creeping in, seeking to overtake her. Her return to Moonglade had been just in time, they had healed what they could and now she was back home among the Blades Edge, in Sylvannar. Only, she saw it through the eyes of the forest; the animals scampering about, a stray wind blowing the bows of an ancient tree.
She had been taught how to do this, though never had it felt so needed, so right. Her tears kept coming but soon, her sorrow seemed to melt away, the forest taking her pain.
She reached out to that feeling, to that warmth. and embraced it. She did not cry out as her body morphed, she was used to that, but what she beheld took her breath away.
In a small puddle near the tree's base she looked at herself, running a raked hand over barked skin. She could feel it now, her connection to the earth, it sprang like life within her. What now?