Night Owls [Adanedhel] [July 3011]
Jul 17, 2018 10:14:30 GMT -5
Post by ELIRA on Jul 17, 2018 10:14:30 GMT -5
He had assured her she need not continue speaking, but Kelet could not help herself. She had not extrapolated her story with such detail to others. She knew those in the woodland realm would not have understood… Or at least, she did not wish to risk that they would not understand. Adanedhel though, she trusted could understand, if only because he too had been held against his will.
Adanedhel had taken up her hand again, beginning to rub her old wounds, and it drew Kelet from the daze she had slipped. She allowed him the touch, and her shoulders relaxed. Kelet turned her head, raising her eyes back to Adanedhel as she tried to determine if his words of understanding were truthful. She felt somewhat ill for having stated such things aloud.
“It is called so because the forest is dying and the Necromancer has placed a curse upon the realm.”
“I have heard this, yet it is still Green to me,” she stated, shifting on the couch that she faced him again, this time bringing both her feet upon it and sitting crosslegged.
“And as for twisted and dying, I believe you are not. Like I have spoken before, you did what you must. I did what I must. If you are twisted and dying perhaps I am as well then. But we do not have to do it alone. You have suffered more than I can imagine. I can be a friend and I can help if you so wish.”
“Suffering is over,” Kelet answered him finally. “We must look differently… than other elves. The way I see the Greenwood. You should see as I do, mellon,” she told him pointedly, though accepted his offer of friendship with a single word. Kelet needed another friend. She would never deny a friend she knew, after so many years in isolation, and a friend who could understand was all the more desired.
“Perhaps it is dying. Perhaps we are dying. Yet it is still Green. We must look at what remains, and not think only of loss. Wood still has new growth. Fruits. Animals. Good things, and useful. Not fully rotted to the core...” Too many spiders, Kelet thought to herself, though it needed not be said.
“Healer told me… my soul will feel stronger, when I go west. I have felt call of sea waters since I was young. I will go West. Though not yet.” Kelet arched an eyebrow at Adanedhel. “I have things to do here. I have purpose. If you will refuse Western call yet, you need find purpose too. Do not stay only to please family.” Kelet shrugged her shoulders. “No strength in that. Your Naneth says you are Warrior. Good with a sword. Yet if you walk around with sad face. If you try only to please others, with no purpose...”
Kelet leaned forward in her seat, drawing nearer Adanedhel's face, and she pulled her wrist from his grasp, reaching up to touch his jaw holding him in place firmly, that he could not look away from her eyes. “You may be trained in sword and battle, yet you are no Warrior if you do not stop have…” She paused, trying to determine which word she needed. “Stop have… sullen face.” She accentuated her meaning, by making an over-exaggerated frown upon her own face, her voice posing a challenge, and her face stern. “No pout... let past haunt strengthen you. Decide your purpose and be Warrior in your heart. I cannot heal you. You need heal yourself.”
Adanedhel had taken up her hand again, beginning to rub her old wounds, and it drew Kelet from the daze she had slipped. She allowed him the touch, and her shoulders relaxed. Kelet turned her head, raising her eyes back to Adanedhel as she tried to determine if his words of understanding were truthful. She felt somewhat ill for having stated such things aloud.
“It is called so because the forest is dying and the Necromancer has placed a curse upon the realm.”
“I have heard this, yet it is still Green to me,” she stated, shifting on the couch that she faced him again, this time bringing both her feet upon it and sitting crosslegged.
“And as for twisted and dying, I believe you are not. Like I have spoken before, you did what you must. I did what I must. If you are twisted and dying perhaps I am as well then. But we do not have to do it alone. You have suffered more than I can imagine. I can be a friend and I can help if you so wish.”
“Suffering is over,” Kelet answered him finally. “We must look differently… than other elves. The way I see the Greenwood. You should see as I do, mellon,” she told him pointedly, though accepted his offer of friendship with a single word. Kelet needed another friend. She would never deny a friend she knew, after so many years in isolation, and a friend who could understand was all the more desired.
“Perhaps it is dying. Perhaps we are dying. Yet it is still Green. We must look at what remains, and not think only of loss. Wood still has new growth. Fruits. Animals. Good things, and useful. Not fully rotted to the core...” Too many spiders, Kelet thought to herself, though it needed not be said.
“Healer told me… my soul will feel stronger, when I go west. I have felt call of sea waters since I was young. I will go West. Though not yet.” Kelet arched an eyebrow at Adanedhel. “I have things to do here. I have purpose. If you will refuse Western call yet, you need find purpose too. Do not stay only to please family.” Kelet shrugged her shoulders. “No strength in that. Your Naneth says you are Warrior. Good with a sword. Yet if you walk around with sad face. If you try only to please others, with no purpose...”
Kelet leaned forward in her seat, drawing nearer Adanedhel's face, and she pulled her wrist from his grasp, reaching up to touch his jaw holding him in place firmly, that he could not look away from her eyes. “You may be trained in sword and battle, yet you are no Warrior if you do not stop have…” She paused, trying to determine which word she needed. “Stop have… sullen face.” She accentuated her meaning, by making an over-exaggerated frown upon her own face, her voice posing a challenge, and her face stern. “No pout... let past haunt strengthen you. Decide your purpose and be Warrior in your heart. I cannot heal you. You need heal yourself.”