Some weeks had passed since finding Ruth attempting surgery on himself. In her kitchen no less. After his wounds had been seen to, the two elves fell into a long conversation that slipped deep into the night. Megara did her best to console her friend, but nothing would fix this dilemma, this pain of the heart that was at the core of Ruth’s problem. Neither of them had any great luck in the romantic sense and not once, but a few times, passing acquaintances would query over the boundaries between friend and lover. Meg’s response was always the same. Laughter. The very idea so out of the realms of imagination it was all Megara could do. What a ridiculous notion. She loved Ruth, but not in any way romantic or carnal with desire. He was her family, her brother and only surviving confidant from the Kirkwall days, he knew where and who her heart was buried with.
Perhaps that was how she found herself in the tree. The anniversary of Kirkwall was looming, and while it had been a few years since she’d felt so burdened by those memories, space, solitude was sought. What better position to escape and observe than up and in the treeline? Yet she was never fully alone, not with Sylaise’s consciousness nearby. In the relatively peaceful setting, the soul admonished her gently.
[color=#aaaaaa]You are worried for him, but there are so many others just like him, if not worse, for us to help. You should not fear your skills, nor your ability. You are a leader, Megara. [/color]
[color=#008e02]“I am just a simple herbalist and healer. I’m not…”[/color]
[color=#aaaaaa]You doubt yourself. Don’t. You must go by your own words. Lean on others. Together is the only way we can defeat the Eth.[/color]
Megara would sigh, face leaning into the bark as a figure, a dwarf drew close to the tree she resided in. The production of a pipe, but no light caused her to grin and ignoring the soul seeking to talk her into a desk job, called out from her perch gently.
[color=#008e02]“You need a light, mister?”[/color]
Perhaps that was how she found herself in the tree. The anniversary of Kirkwall was looming, and while it had been a few years since she’d felt so burdened by those memories, space, solitude was sought. What better position to escape and observe than up and in the treeline? Yet she was never fully alone, not with Sylaise’s consciousness nearby. In the relatively peaceful setting, the soul admonished her gently.
[color=#aaaaaa]You are worried for him, but there are so many others just like him, if not worse, for us to help. You should not fear your skills, nor your ability. You are a leader, Megara. [/color]
[color=#008e02]“I am just a simple herbalist and healer. I’m not…”[/color]
[color=#aaaaaa]You doubt yourself. Don’t. You must go by your own words. Lean on others. Together is the only way we can defeat the Eth.[/color]
Megara would sigh, face leaning into the bark as a figure, a dwarf drew close to the tree she resided in. The production of a pipe, but no light caused her to grin and ignoring the soul seeking to talk her into a desk job, called out from her perch gently.
[color=#008e02]“You need a light, mister?”[/color]
11-01-2023, 04:57 PM
