Moth to Lantern (Adanedhel) {August 3011}
Jul 31, 2018 19:26:43 GMT -5
Post by ELIRA on Jul 31, 2018 19:26:43 GMT -5
Kelet crouched upon the ground beneath the canopy of the dark forest, watching the trickle of a tiny stream as ran from the rocks on a ridge to meet with the Forest River. She was not far from the outdoor training grounds which were above the Elvenking's Halls. She knew better than to wander away from the Halls these days. Kelet could hear the ring of steel blade, muffled through the branches and leaves as the guard practiced. The sound was glistening, like the ringing of the bells on her wrists.
The white haired elf was making herself useful as she dropped down to her knees on the leaf litter with her baskets, beginning to crawl around the roots of the trees, collecting the edible mushrooms which would grow there, to gather to her baskets scattered apart. Though she had much to do, Kelet could not stay all day within the muffled halls. She was used to fresh air, and foraging for the kitchens had become a way she could offer her services to the King. Even when she had been unable to communicate, her fingers worked quite well to find what the forest had to offer.
The black squirrel, Kherem, rustled around in the leaves not far away, looking for roots and nuts to gnaw, her steady companion, annoying as he could be at times, though now he was grown. It did not take a squirrel long to grow to adulthood, and he wandered further and further from her. Likely to decide to go on his own soon, as Degdeekhei had once done there year previous. The thought was somewhat sad, though Kelet knew it was for the best, and aside, he could not go with her when she was readied to leave as she planned. If he still needed care then, Kelet knew she would have to leave the squirrel to Amarië, who would surely look after him.
Moths were fluttering around her head, attracted to the light color of her hair, as if she were a lantern gleaming in the late summer air. Evening came upon them, and it was not long before the ringing of swords and sound of the training Captain's voice in the wood had ceased. Her baskets were nearly full, as she had planned her timing well, though she expected company beyond the squirrel, and her heart beat in anticipation for her friends. Adanedhel had been well enough in past weeks to return to the ranks of the guard, and Meludir, also having returned from his travels earlier in the summer, would likely be beside him. The always came to speak to her; Adan lingering with her longer, for Mel was so often off to his own pursuits of which she held his confidence. She waited for them now, brushing a moth away from her hair as they fluttered and landed again.
“Eldrainpâd, eldrainpâd! A, melim eldrainpâd!” Kelet rose to standing and jested lightly in a singing voice, her accent still thick, though her speech improving day by day. It was a song that Meludir had taught her long ago, even before she knew the meaning of the words, though now it seemed silly to her, though in the same moment, lovely. She loved that Meludir enjoyed his work so to craft a song of it. She was smiling as she picked up her basket of mushrooms, her bells ringing to meet her mellyn as they came down the path.
“You had a fair time training today?” she asked them both, looking between the wheat and raven haired elves as the moths still fluttered around her hair.
The white haired elf was making herself useful as she dropped down to her knees on the leaf litter with her baskets, beginning to crawl around the roots of the trees, collecting the edible mushrooms which would grow there, to gather to her baskets scattered apart. Though she had much to do, Kelet could not stay all day within the muffled halls. She was used to fresh air, and foraging for the kitchens had become a way she could offer her services to the King. Even when she had been unable to communicate, her fingers worked quite well to find what the forest had to offer.
The black squirrel, Kherem, rustled around in the leaves not far away, looking for roots and nuts to gnaw, her steady companion, annoying as he could be at times, though now he was grown. It did not take a squirrel long to grow to adulthood, and he wandered further and further from her. Likely to decide to go on his own soon, as Degdeekhei had once done there year previous. The thought was somewhat sad, though Kelet knew it was for the best, and aside, he could not go with her when she was readied to leave as she planned. If he still needed care then, Kelet knew she would have to leave the squirrel to Amarië, who would surely look after him.
Moths were fluttering around her head, attracted to the light color of her hair, as if she were a lantern gleaming in the late summer air. Evening came upon them, and it was not long before the ringing of swords and sound of the training Captain's voice in the wood had ceased. Her baskets were nearly full, as she had planned her timing well, though she expected company beyond the squirrel, and her heart beat in anticipation for her friends. Adanedhel had been well enough in past weeks to return to the ranks of the guard, and Meludir, also having returned from his travels earlier in the summer, would likely be beside him. The always came to speak to her; Adan lingering with her longer, for Mel was so often off to his own pursuits of which she held his confidence. She waited for them now, brushing a moth away from her hair as they fluttered and landed again.
“Eldrainpâd, eldrainpâd! A, melim eldrainpâd!” Kelet rose to standing and jested lightly in a singing voice, her accent still thick, though her speech improving day by day. It was a song that Meludir had taught her long ago, even before she knew the meaning of the words, though now it seemed silly to her, though in the same moment, lovely. She loved that Meludir enjoyed his work so to craft a song of it. She was smiling as she picked up her basket of mushrooms, her bells ringing to meet her mellyn as they came down the path.
“You had a fair time training today?” she asked them both, looking between the wheat and raven haired elves as the moths still fluttered around her hair.