Post by Shari'Adune Forestsong on Jun 17, 2009 21:39:37 GMT -5
Her hands were still shaking as she closed the door to the guild hall behind her, the threats made to her dear friend and then the threats made to her still very loud in her ears.
Shari was never what anyone would consider to have iron nerves, in fact her quiet nature was a way of trying to safe guard herself. Stay quiet, calm, and unobtrusive and people were less likely to be upset with you and hurt you.
And she stuck to that method of thinking for a very long time, until this night. Bajhoul was too dear a friend to her to allow anyone to threaten her in anyway. She would not sit there while an irate human would say such a thing. So she had stuck up for her dear friend, and before she knew it had a hunter threatening to cut out her tongue if she dared to say another word.
Shar swallowed thickly and rubbed her throat the idea very unappealing. If she could only stop trembling. If she could just run into her husbands arms and smell her child everything would be ok again. But she could do neither, ever again, and the thought of that caused her knees to buckle and the insanity of the night to come crashing over her like an angry wave.
This was her new family, and she loved them all readily and easily. Even the over emotional human, and the certifiable huntress, even still. But now she was scared of them both too. The very thought of being near either of them again so soon made another ball of terror well up in her throat so tight it threatened to choke the life right out of her.
Bajhoul...The poor little thing had looked as scared as she had felt... and instead of staying to protect her further the druidess had run like a frightened deer in the glade. Some friend she was. She hung her head and sobbed quietly.
Things had been difficult for her, sure the steady influx of caring new friends and then the brand new family to be a part of was happily distracting to her...Late at night she would toss around in her bed and reach out for a body that was no longer there her fingers left only to grasp at the sheets in pain.
Yes, the nights were always the worst. When she wasn't busy trying to help someone or buzzing around meeting new people...
She hated the night. And part of her was sure the Moon Goddess hated her too for it and that that was the reason she remained alone.
Have mercy Elune...Please understand. Please.
Shari sometimes longed for the chaotic hell of the Emerald Dream. Even where things were so very dangerous she was always kept busy. The nights were just as menacing as the days and she barely had time to think about her pain. For the worlds pain always seemed to big a thing to allow one to become so selfish that they would worry for themselves.
Taking a cleansing breath Shari slide her back up the door until she was standing on her feet again. She had much to do, and needed a clear head to do it. A letter to the Lady had to be written, and one to Bajhoul to apologize for leaving her there with them.
As she walked toward the small house she was renting she prayed nothing bad had happened to the little Draenei.
Shari was never what anyone would consider to have iron nerves, in fact her quiet nature was a way of trying to safe guard herself. Stay quiet, calm, and unobtrusive and people were less likely to be upset with you and hurt you.
And she stuck to that method of thinking for a very long time, until this night. Bajhoul was too dear a friend to her to allow anyone to threaten her in anyway. She would not sit there while an irate human would say such a thing. So she had stuck up for her dear friend, and before she knew it had a hunter threatening to cut out her tongue if she dared to say another word.
Shar swallowed thickly and rubbed her throat the idea very unappealing. If she could only stop trembling. If she could just run into her husbands arms and smell her child everything would be ok again. But she could do neither, ever again, and the thought of that caused her knees to buckle and the insanity of the night to come crashing over her like an angry wave.
This was her new family, and she loved them all readily and easily. Even the over emotional human, and the certifiable huntress, even still. But now she was scared of them both too. The very thought of being near either of them again so soon made another ball of terror well up in her throat so tight it threatened to choke the life right out of her.
Bajhoul...The poor little thing had looked as scared as she had felt... and instead of staying to protect her further the druidess had run like a frightened deer in the glade. Some friend she was. She hung her head and sobbed quietly.
Things had been difficult for her, sure the steady influx of caring new friends and then the brand new family to be a part of was happily distracting to her...Late at night she would toss around in her bed and reach out for a body that was no longer there her fingers left only to grasp at the sheets in pain.
Yes, the nights were always the worst. When she wasn't busy trying to help someone or buzzing around meeting new people...
She hated the night. And part of her was sure the Moon Goddess hated her too for it and that that was the reason she remained alone.
Have mercy Elune...Please understand. Please.
Shari sometimes longed for the chaotic hell of the Emerald Dream. Even where things were so very dangerous she was always kept busy. The nights were just as menacing as the days and she barely had time to think about her pain. For the worlds pain always seemed to big a thing to allow one to become so selfish that they would worry for themselves.
Taking a cleansing breath Shari slide her back up the door until she was standing on her feet again. She had much to do, and needed a clear head to do it. A letter to the Lady had to be written, and one to Bajhoul to apologize for leaving her there with them.
As she walked toward the small house she was renting she prayed nothing bad had happened to the little Draenei.
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