Post by Shari'Adune Forestsong on Jan 16, 2010 16:19:35 GMT -5
((This isn't so much a story as it is some reflections Shari has been having since her change I wished to document in more then just a simple diary format.))
She woke with a startled gasp. Her skin was covered in a fine sweat. She didn't move. For a moment her location was unknown. Then it slowly started to sink in, the gentle sound of the mountain wind dancing over the pond before her helping to ease her mind.
Thunder Bluff. She lifted her head, her strong bovine neck easily allowing her to do so, and looked around. It was early morning, the sun was barely peeking its eyes up over the blanket of the mountain and a fine mist of dew gave a fresh scent to everything. Her nostrils flared and she smiled faintly.
Life was starting to kick itself off, even at this early hour. Chepi the reagent provider was speaking and laughing with Hunter Sagewind, the Stonehoof family was puttering around the small forge to her right their deep rumbley voices making her heart constrict with another wave of homesickness as she remembered the deep kind voice of Amboro.
Swiveling her head she slowly sat up. Those at Thunder Bluff Weapons were laughing and carrying on jousting with wooden weapon handles, nearby two orcs dressed in Envoy colors, a male and a female were clapping and cheering them on. Somewhere in the distance she was sure she heard the thick accent of a troll.
It had been at least three days since she was thrust into this world, and new body. And in those three days she had come to think and realize more things then she ever had.
Memories danced by of how proud she was of her people. How she had been brought up to believe that it was against Elune's design to mate with anyone not of her own kind. Now look at her. The one she loved was Kaldorei, and now it was she who was not that kind anymore. Her nose twitched with the irony of it all. Perhaps she had been wrong all along. One once said to her that maybe the Goddess didn't care so much about the skin as She did about pure love itself and what came from the inside.
She hung her head staring at the two feathers next to the bell she had tied at the end of her tail. One was black, one was brown. One from who she was, and one from who she had become.
Perhaps the Sickness itself was a tool of the Goddess. Designed to make those who chose to walk the unknown road realize that it doesn't matter what is on the outside. Inside is what matters. It was a very valuable lesson.
Elune. The Kaldorei Moon Goddess. The Tauren she had learned call their Deity the Earthmother. Perhaps they were one in the same. Wearing a different face, but the same on the inside.
There were so many more lessons to learn. One of them now, how to let go. Keilune's smiling face was still wrenched in her mind and her heart, and she could still feel the warmth of Demitrios' hand. They were from an old life. She would cling to the good memories, not try to forget them. They would keep her company among these strange faces.
Her furry white ears twitched as a hammer sang out its first clang of the morning as it struck metal on the anvil. Somewhere she could smell the savory aroma of fresh bread.
A small, tentative smile touched her pale pink lips. She was given a gift. The health of her family, and a new life. She would learn from the mistakes of her past and work hard to build a better future. After all, there were many who needed her now. Refugees were filtering in and seeking her out. She couldn't afford to be weak anymore.
The sunlight crept slowly over the pond and into her face making her squint. It was a new day.
She woke with a startled gasp. Her skin was covered in a fine sweat. She didn't move. For a moment her location was unknown. Then it slowly started to sink in, the gentle sound of the mountain wind dancing over the pond before her helping to ease her mind.
Thunder Bluff. She lifted her head, her strong bovine neck easily allowing her to do so, and looked around. It was early morning, the sun was barely peeking its eyes up over the blanket of the mountain and a fine mist of dew gave a fresh scent to everything. Her nostrils flared and she smiled faintly.
Life was starting to kick itself off, even at this early hour. Chepi the reagent provider was speaking and laughing with Hunter Sagewind, the Stonehoof family was puttering around the small forge to her right their deep rumbley voices making her heart constrict with another wave of homesickness as she remembered the deep kind voice of Amboro.
Swiveling her head she slowly sat up. Those at Thunder Bluff Weapons were laughing and carrying on jousting with wooden weapon handles, nearby two orcs dressed in Envoy colors, a male and a female were clapping and cheering them on. Somewhere in the distance she was sure she heard the thick accent of a troll.
It had been at least three days since she was thrust into this world, and new body. And in those three days she had come to think and realize more things then she ever had.
Memories danced by of how proud she was of her people. How she had been brought up to believe that it was against Elune's design to mate with anyone not of her own kind. Now look at her. The one she loved was Kaldorei, and now it was she who was not that kind anymore. Her nose twitched with the irony of it all. Perhaps she had been wrong all along. One once said to her that maybe the Goddess didn't care so much about the skin as She did about pure love itself and what came from the inside.
She hung her head staring at the two feathers next to the bell she had tied at the end of her tail. One was black, one was brown. One from who she was, and one from who she had become.
Perhaps the Sickness itself was a tool of the Goddess. Designed to make those who chose to walk the unknown road realize that it doesn't matter what is on the outside. Inside is what matters. It was a very valuable lesson.
Elune. The Kaldorei Moon Goddess. The Tauren she had learned call their Deity the Earthmother. Perhaps they were one in the same. Wearing a different face, but the same on the inside.
There were so many more lessons to learn. One of them now, how to let go. Keilune's smiling face was still wrenched in her mind and her heart, and she could still feel the warmth of Demitrios' hand. They were from an old life. She would cling to the good memories, not try to forget them. They would keep her company among these strange faces.
Her furry white ears twitched as a hammer sang out its first clang of the morning as it struck metal on the anvil. Somewhere she could smell the savory aroma of fresh bread.
A small, tentative smile touched her pale pink lips. She was given a gift. The health of her family, and a new life. She would learn from the mistakes of her past and work hard to build a better future. After all, there were many who needed her now. Refugees were filtering in and seeking her out. She couldn't afford to be weak anymore.
The sunlight crept slowly over the pond and into her face making her squint. It was a new day.
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