Callings

[Mizbiz]

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I watch the firelight play across the childrens faces, dance in Teia's hair. Eyes of the children/not children shine with concentration as they watch the nimble fingers of an elf teach them the proper way to twist a bowstring.

Velyn, my Velyn, the lines of tension begin to fade from his face as he speaks ever so sofly to Xavien and Teia. My soul swells with love.

Off in the distance, I see the red of the fire echoed in the hair of Ky'Talas the wild elf, she is on guard duty with Machus, the human who has opened his home to us. Somewhere, I can hear his golem creek. Ky'Talas is getting used to him.

On the night wind comes the song of the fey. All is at peace

Time now to answer a heart cry from a brother.

To Alendir, my brother, my other self, greetings from Arien and the Rystall. This night, all is quiet, the young are safe and Velyn come home.

You speak of home, dear one, but what is home? Is not all the wood our home? The gods call us, you are right. It is never mere happenstance.

Cormyr has need, you say. Then to Cormyr you must tend. You will not be the first Dagger to answer the call of that wood. My best prayers and wishes to Voran if you see him.

There is something you should think about, my wise one. Alendir, you say your place is with me, in the Rystall. That since I have bound myself to thesewoods as guardian and archdruid, your place is here.

But is it truly?

Remember the days of our training, though we were based in the Rystall WE went where we were needed, where we were sent by the gods. I included. Cormanthyr and the Vale.The Moonwood of the Marches, Cormanthryr again near Shadowdale, the woods of Baulders Gate with their dark druids.

The Circle's feet trod many paths, and have stayed where there is need. Sulak in Cormanthyr, Ahleera for a time in the Woods about Neverwinter and later in the Moonwoods. Voran in Cormyr. Cormyr, where your steps have taken you, brother wolf.

I am the oddity, dear brother. I have reached the time in my life and my growth where I put down roots. Urged by the spirits of the other archdruids of the Rystall, I have done so.

It it your time to go where the gods list.

In my mind, it is not just to Cormyr's wood that the Wild One has sent his Wolf, but to Elrien. My heart has long hurt for this sister of ours. I have felt the pain of loss of a mate, the joyfull burden of motherhood, and I too have felt my faith tested. She is strong, but it is the strength of the fiber spun by the silkworm. A strength that looks fragile but is not.

Give her all of my best prayers and respect. A sisters love.

Tell her that my heart breaks that her mate Lyon will never fogive me for the crime of moving beyond the death of Arakiel, the man he calls brother, the man who saved his soul.You know as well as I that it was Arakiel himself who forced me to move ahead. My heart is sore, for I cared for Lyon well.

Be for Elrien what you have always been for me. A font of wisdom. A staff of strength. The best of us, as Ahleera always has and still calls you.

Do I really need to send you my love? You know you hold it. Hooters will be bringing along with this message, a lock of my hair. You who know me better than any but Velyn should have no problem scrying to see me if you have need. Know though, that wherever you go, I am already that close.

I rub my cramping hand, so much tiny druidic. My eyes meet the golden orbs of Hooters. <e> Well, friend, a long flight ahead of you.</e> His feathers ruffle <e>For Alendir? I would travel to the end of the winds</e>

*softly, as I watch the olw fly off into the night* <e> So would I....