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A slender female sun elf, covered from head to toe in absurdly bright green, sits down beside a lonely tree at Tyr’s Fork. With short sigh, she opens a worn weathered book and turns to the last page.
I would’ve started this sooner, but green ink is terribly hard to find.
I had thought that coming here would be a good thing, a forced change from a life of dusty halls and endless lines of text. But, now I’m not so certain. It’s been quite some time since I first arrived in this ever-raining valley. Despite that, my few experiences here seem more real than all my years of study. Meeting so many new people, learning so many new things that were always so foreign and far away form me. Sadly, the world is cruel.
I still shiver when I hear their names. Clive. Kane. I can barely write the words without dropping my quill. What really irks me is how uncaring many seem to be. At first I wondered how one could accept this, how they could live day to day knowing such things walk in the night. Perhaps what’s most troubling is imagining myself feeling the same way. To see a creature alive, yet without life, and merely shrug. But, not everything is so dark.
For days I wandered, trying to collect my thoughts. I was unsure if I should stay here and try to persist or buy passage to, well, anywhere. At times, diving into the blue seemed a more sane choice than spending another night with strangers around a fire. Yet, in time I met many I’m glad to call friends. Those who accepted me simply because my ears were as long as theirs, and others. It was then that I made my decision to stay. The world is not kind, and Sundren is no exception. But, why should that stay true? I hope that some day those words will sound less foolish to others, and to me.
Despite all that has happened, and I’m certain much more is to come, I find myself in the most difficult position yet. I fear my years of learning behind closed doors have left me dreadfully unprepared for a challenge like this. So as I sit here, the only question that seems to matter remains unanswered.
Why did he kiss me?
I would’ve started this sooner, but green ink is terribly hard to find.
I had thought that coming here would be a good thing, a forced change from a life of dusty halls and endless lines of text. But, now I’m not so certain. It’s been quite some time since I first arrived in this ever-raining valley. Despite that, my few experiences here seem more real than all my years of study. Meeting so many new people, learning so many new things that were always so foreign and far away form me. Sadly, the world is cruel.
I still shiver when I hear their names. Clive. Kane. I can barely write the words without dropping my quill. What really irks me is how uncaring many seem to be. At first I wondered how one could accept this, how they could live day to day knowing such things walk in the night. Perhaps what’s most troubling is imagining myself feeling the same way. To see a creature alive, yet without life, and merely shrug. But, not everything is so dark.
For days I wandered, trying to collect my thoughts. I was unsure if I should stay here and try to persist or buy passage to, well, anywhere. At times, diving into the blue seemed a more sane choice than spending another night with strangers around a fire. Yet, in time I met many I’m glad to call friends. Those who accepted me simply because my ears were as long as theirs, and others. It was then that I made my decision to stay. The world is not kind, and Sundren is no exception. But, why should that stay true? I hope that some day those words will sound less foolish to others, and to me.
Despite all that has happened, and I’m certain much more is to come, I find myself in the most difficult position yet. I fear my years of learning behind closed doors have left me dreadfully unprepared for a challenge like this. So as I sit here, the only question that seems to matter remains unanswered.
Why did he kiss me?