Council, that's what she needed. Council in a very specific form. A wisdom she could only glean from one person. And though their separation spanned millennia, conversations always seemed to continue precisely where they left off. She hoped her erstwhile master was where rumor placed him. Knowing him, it wouldn't surprise her to find that he was precisely where he meant to be, surrounded in knowledge per his voracious need for more.
To Arlathan she traveled, a pilgrimage she took with eagerness since it's revitalization. There was an eerie sort of comfort in returning home. A home that, for all of its wonders and grandeur, was no longer a home to her. She'd served a purpose once and now she served another. One that drove her to often yearn for the confidence and security she'd once felt at his fingertips. Her blood rushed wild in her veins, excited anticipation thrumming throughout her body prompting a slight shiver despite her being sufficiently bundled against the elements.
She found her way to the repository, faded memories assaulting her as she walked through familiar corridors. Yes, it was certainly alien this comfort she felt. They didn't belong. Arlathan didn't belong here anymore. But then who was she to cast such a disparaging opinion? Who was she put a rusted, forgotten cog in a once great wheel?
Wordlessly she wandered, hands tied behind her back as she took in the forgotten home. Eventually she would wander enough to find her true destination although far be it from her to assume Faelyn wouldn't immediately sense her abundant enthusiasm at seeing him again. Quiet steps rounded the doorway as she stepped into the office proper.
Some things never change. She found herself lamenting as she had so many times before.
Aethra promptly focused, as if innately drawn, to a small orb set on a pedestal tucked onto one of the many shelves. The orb though initially unassuming, reflected light and shadow in an unnatural way. Many years ago, it had been her gift to him, a small reminder of her appreciation for his tutelage. She reached up to tap the orb softly, encouraging the enchantment inside to swirl at the apex of her touch. A wide smile wrinkled the corners of her eyes.
To Arlathan she traveled, a pilgrimage she took with eagerness since it's revitalization. There was an eerie sort of comfort in returning home. A home that, for all of its wonders and grandeur, was no longer a home to her. She'd served a purpose once and now she served another. One that drove her to often yearn for the confidence and security she'd once felt at his fingertips. Her blood rushed wild in her veins, excited anticipation thrumming throughout her body prompting a slight shiver despite her being sufficiently bundled against the elements.
She found her way to the repository, faded memories assaulting her as she walked through familiar corridors. Yes, it was certainly alien this comfort she felt. They didn't belong. Arlathan didn't belong here anymore. But then who was she to cast such a disparaging opinion? Who was she put a rusted, forgotten cog in a once great wheel?
Wordlessly she wandered, hands tied behind her back as she took in the forgotten home. Eventually she would wander enough to find her true destination although far be it from her to assume Faelyn wouldn't immediately sense her abundant enthusiasm at seeing him again. Quiet steps rounded the doorway as she stepped into the office proper.
Some things never change. She found herself lamenting as she had so many times before.
Aethra promptly focused, as if innately drawn, to a small orb set on a pedestal tucked onto one of the many shelves. The orb though initially unassuming, reflected light and shadow in an unnatural way. Many years ago, it had been her gift to him, a small reminder of her appreciation for his tutelage. She reached up to tap the orb softly, encouraging the enchantment inside to swirl at the apex of her touch. A wide smile wrinkled the corners of her eyes.
No, I don't suppose they do.She murmured as if to herself.
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