Aroona's awakening

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Topic/Postby Aroona » 26 Sep 2014, 05:09

Aroona's awakening

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No matter how anything else changed, one place seemed to be lost in its own time, a little bubble of peace and serenity. You’d be hard pressed to find a more nature full place, the very air you breathed seemed full of life, rejuvenating some might say. A beautiful little place but it was one place one young Worgen feared spending too much time in. Duty however bound her to make regular visits so her abilities could be assessed by the other druids. She’d yet to be fully inducted into the Druidic circle, seeing as she neglected quite a large part of her learning’s. She couldn’t dodge it forever, she could duck into as many missions as humanly possible to postpone it, but sooner or later she’d need to go back and learn more about her powers and how to apply them, and the rules. So many rules, she’d probably broken most of them by now, not that she’d let on but she had a feeling they knew already.

As it happens sooner was much too soon. Aroona was cornered during a stop off on her way to Tanaris, and then dragged by the ear towards the shrine of Remulos for an impromptu lesson. She’d heard most of this before but Remulos was determined to drill it into her head all over again. He must’ve sensed she was getting antsy and sighed, much in the same fashion of one losing patience with a child. He tried another method of speaking to Aroona, putting things in another light, it had her attention for a while but as they encroached closer to the topic she’d been avoiding he went back to grand gestures. Really they try and dress it up like the winter festival but it was still a bloody nightmare.

The emerald dream, emerald nightmare more like, it was all well and good for elves, they had life spans from one horizon to the next, a hundred or two years asleep would be like a week for them. Remulos had to restrain her twice to keep her put, and wrinkled his bloody large nose at her. “This is very undignified for a druid young lady. You need to listen and understand the importance. Ysera’s gift is not to be taken for granted.”

“Not much of a gift is it if you’re paying for it!” She snapped back, trying to keep a vine from flicking over her ear.
Remulos folded his arms, looking down at her with a stern glare. “You are by far the most unruly feral druid I’ve ever had the misfortune of teaching. All gifts must be paid for, for your simple mind let me put it this way if someone gave you an item what do you do? If they ask you a favour? Or if they ask for nothing you return the gesture, do you not?”

The redhead huffed, having no answer for that and let her head drop onto the grass and stopped fighting the vines. He had a point, but she didn’t understand why she had to pay with a length of time in some nightmare and likely die while there.

He seemed satisfied and approached the girl’s head, leaning over her so she focused on him while he spoke. “Why do you constantly fight it? There have been many, many druids over the years from several races, and they have all gone through or will go through what you will have to. It is necessary for you to understand what sort of power you have. It’s all well and good using them but without a thorough understanding it could very well mean your undoing. You’ve noticed haven’t you? Small things, traits that never go away even after your form has changed.”

Aroona’s face paled a bit, and a bead of cold sweat trailed down her temple. Remulos nodded and leaned back, seating himself down while he waited for the girl to gather herself. “It’s a risk yes, but I think we have to knock down a few barriers before you’ll really accept your responsibility.” As he spoke the vines holding her down shrank away to nothing more than seedlings before vanishing entirely. She sat up gingerly, and kept her head turned away.
“Come with me.”

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This had to be one of the longest walks she’d ever been on, and that was saying something, she’d walked the deep run tram line before now after missing them, this, although a shorter distance seemed to be taking forever. Remulos was keeping quiet, which was a blessing for now. Though something else to break the silence would have helped, her mind was wandering to places best left alone. She almost knocked into Remulos once they stopped and moved around to see why. “The barrow dens?” She asked, looking up at him. He merely nodded and gestured she go ahead.

Aroona walked to the centre of the dais, and looked back at Remulos who had stopped on the steps just before. “Sit.” She raised an eyebrow at him and took a seat in the middle, not sure where he was going with this. She had no warning before a wash of green blasted passed her, it made her head spin and she was sure any moment she’d feel the stone under her, but no such impact came.
Her eyes were screwed up tight, there was not a scent or sound anywhere, like being held underwater without the unpleasant popping around the ears and she could breathe alright. At least she hoped she was breathing. She dared to pry open one eye and then both flew wide. She knew this place, vaguely but it was coming back like a rapid tide.

The streets of Gilneas were unmistakable. This wasn’t right, the last time she was hear it was as dead as dust. There were people moving about, faces she’d once known but couldn’t place many names. A flash of red caught her eye. She turned and followed the small flash through the crowds. She knew that coat anywhere, it never fit properly but it had so many pockets she could fit a day’s shopping in it and bring it home. It was a very peculiar feeling, seeing your younger self from another plane; she’d figured that out when someone walked through her with a wheelbarrow. That felt odd in itself, not that she really felt anything but the thought of having someone walk through you was still unnerving.

The little Aroona was following someone else, leaving the city gates after a grizzled old stag. “Miss Berral?” She sprinted after the two to hear what was being said, well to lip read more like, she couldn't hear anything but she could see her young counterpart’s mouth moving so quickly she couldn’t keep up. “Was I really that chatty?” She winced seeing the stag shift into an old woman to give little Roo a clip around the ear. It couldn’t have hurt that much, little Roo was still smiling and trying to ask questions, badgering the woman for a good half mile. She knew what was going to happen, though she had a strange feeling that someone was watching, she looked up and jumped, Miss Berral was looking right at her though in a way people try to se shadows in the dark. She didn’t remember her looking anywhere but at her younger self. She looked away again and older Roo let out a breath. Little Roo was jumping around in joy, skipping and dancing before getting another clip for being a nuisance, making older Roo hold her ear in sympathy.

Bloody hell that woman could narrow in on the back of an ear from four paces. The scene melted around her, becoming a mist of distorted shadows and shaped and flinging forward. Aroona had to cover her face, feeling a bit sick from so much movement without feeling like she was moving at all.

Opening her eyes again she took in the new scene, for a moment she imagined she could smell pipe tobacco and old leather. Her old living room, her mother was stitching up a battered old work coat at the table. Her father was out on the porch with his pipe in hand speaking to one of the farm hands. No little Roo in sight, she looked around the house, taking her time to smile at the little bits and pieces she’d remembered, or was just remembering now she couldn’t be sure. She wondered what Lil might think of this little wooden home, it was a bit smaller than Lil’s place and with much less in it but it was everything she’d grown up with. She ventured upstairs in search of, well herself she supposed, poking her head into her old room, she was sure it used to be a storage room but everything fit in nicely, the cot, the dresser, and a seat facing the window where she’d spent hours and hours drawing with bits of charcoal on scrap parchments and old letters. She tried picking up a piece from the sill but her hand went right through. So she leant down trying to make out the shape in the lone candlelight, lots of narrow trees and all sorts of what she assumed were eyes in between them. Perhaps she’d still been scared of the trees back then, she snorted thinking how silly it was, but supposing for a child the woods were scary, everything was so much bigger back then.

A rustling made her head turn, and her eyes landed on a slightly older little Roo. She must’ve been about twelve maybe thirteen now? Little Roo looked like she’d had a rough day of things, covered in twigs and scratches, and she could swear her ears looked mighty red. Ah that day, bloody heck she was glad to have missed seeing all of that again. The yelling and correcting was fine but casting magic for the first time bloody well hurt more. How she even managed it she’ll never know. Perhaps it had all been a bad idea, she never could handle the whole nature magic thing, healing spells she could manage in a pinch, not much could go wrong with that, everything else had a chance of backfiring and royally buggering things up.
Shaking her head she looked down at herself, barely undressed and already face down on the cot snoring away. Too tired to clean up even. She winced at that god awful sound coming out of the not so little redhead. She wasn’t sure how long she’d been watching but footsteps brought her out of her daze, her father had come in looking on the verge of boiling over, probably to scold her for coming home so late, but everything seemed to drain away the second he’d spotted her hanging off the bed awkwardly and out like a light. He sighed and twitched his grizzly moustache, as he usually did when thinking; the more it twitched the more serious the thought, her mother would always say. Older Aroona’s heart almost broke seeing him tuck her teen self in, pulling twigs out of her hair and wiping dirt off her cheek with his hanky. She did not remember this, well she remembered waking up properly in bed and telling her parents what she’d been doing first thing in the morning. They looked shocked to say the least and for a while she thought she’d upset them, truth was they couldn’t have been prouder, thinking she’d be better off after learning all these new skills.

She stayed in the room for a while longer before the scene became a swirling fog again. She braced herself sooner this time, and waited a few seconds before daring a peek, and soon wished she hadn’t. It was chaos, wild Worgen were pouring into the streets and there was a gunshot every half a second. This was the day she’d been dreading to remember, it was always there in the back of her mind, trying to block it out of her head for so long she’d almost truly forgotten about it. She couldn’t really call herself younger hear, it was less than a year ago now, or she thought it was, maybe she’d lost more days than she’d figured. Suppose she could call herself long haired Aroona here, and on cue she came barrelling around the corner, making a beeline for her, behind her was the open cellar.

She followed against her will, being forced to watch it all again. She knew it was coming, but still found herself hoping that she’d be smart enough to bloody move out of the way. In the darkest corner she could hear the rabid breathing, or at least she imagined she could. “Don’t go there, don’t go there please!” Both Aroona’s screamed when a large black muzzle came out of the dark and very nearly tor her arm right out of her shoulder. She couldn’t look away no matter how much she tried. Tears were streaming down her face in horror. Long haired Roo somehow managed to throw the beast off and, well she couldn’t see what was happening, there was a gunshot and some hasty bandaging. Things went by in a rush of colour, then winding up at the cathedral. No not here, please not here. There were worgen everywhere and people fighting to keep them out. “No no no! Please don’t I don’t want to see this again.” Panic reared its ugly head and Roo looked around for herself, finding her beside Crowley and attempting casting spells at the hordes of feral worgen. She could see the bandages still bleeding, even through the robes she’d worn, bloody heck they looked awful.

She felt sick to her stomach, waiting and waiting, above them glass shattered as more poured in, moonlight filtered through in a mockery of an otherwise good night. Long haired Roo was backing up, thrashing as if fighting an invisible foe at close range, the real Roo remembered the sound, crunches cracking and tearing. Then there she was, about three feet taller and completely mad, howling and snapping at anyone and everyone. She didn’t remember anything after that and now she was following the worgen through fast forward, the sun and moon raced through the skies above and she could see what she’d gotten up to during her long blackout. For a short time she just wandered in the city and scavenged around all the stalls, sometimes fighting with the other worgen around the place. It must have been a week at most? No the time was still going, she was moving through trees, then around a road. Her face felt like ice now, as her worgen form bounded towards her old home, her father and the farm hands were waiting with pitchforks and rakes.

“NO! TURN AROUND DON’T! DAD!” She screamed, trying to get between herself and her father but the worgen paid no mind, and forced Aroona to turn around and witness exactly what she’d feared she had done. The farm hands tried running but weren’t fast enough, the farm tools snapped into pieces and so did one of the younger lads. It was awful, if she had a stomach right now it’d be empty, all she could manage was a dry wretch, and kept watching. Her father held on the longest, her mother had come out and started throwing all sorts at her. “No mum what are you doing? Go back, go back.” She croaked, now on her knees.

Her father shouted something and it distracted the worgen long enough for him to give her a slap across the face with a shovel. That made things much worse, the worgen grabbed the tool and yanked it upwards, bringing her poor father with it. Both hit the ground and never moved again, and both equally broken. Her mother was screaming now and throwing stones and crying, she must have recognised something on the worgen, Aroona couldn’t tell through her own tears but she damn well heard her name being screamed, along with pleas to stop and come back. The worgen never so much as blinked before chasing the woman into the house. She didn’t need to see what happened next, she knew she knew what she’d done and even when she was pulled inside to the living room it confirmed another suspicion. Miss Berral had been there too, she looked far older now and so frail, the poor woman never stood a chance, her mother looked like she’d tried to protect the old woman but both were now...

The girl was distraught to say the very least and on the verge of hysterics at most. She was biting her own hand, but no matter how hard she tried nothing gave, and she almost screamed again when the swirling mist pulled her through another series of images, fast forwarding another month or so, following herself with a pack of other worgen and it stopped briefly to show her getting caught in a bear trap of all things. She hated herself enough at this point to think that wasn’t enough; she should have fallen into a lava lake really. She glared at the howling beast, thrashing in pain until others came out from the trees, people with guns and wary looks on their faces. For a while there didn’t seem to be much of anything going on, but a sudden jump to the inside of a cage caught her off guard. Her worgen was growling and curled up in a corner, looking at her without really seeing anything, muttering under her breath. She just stared at herself, feeling beyond rage at the moment, she felt numb and disjointed, and she felt nothing for the animal in front of her. It must have been a while since she’d been caught, the season looked different, summer had long gone now, and rain was coming down so fast it was like icy sheets waving in the wind.

It was no surprise then that she didn’t hear approaching footsteps on the soggy gravel, and upon hearing a voice coming through the bars of the cage she jumped and spun around seeing Lord Godfrey peering in at her. She remembered this speech, but she’d thought she’d just dreamed it for a long time, now she knew where she’d heard it.
“Is there even a shred of humanity left in you?”
Aroona looked back at the worgen and was surprised to find it wasn’t attacking straight away; she looked almost submissive, accepting. The worgen lowered her head and gave a low huff of breath. This must have happened before she’d come around in the stocks, only to be put to work right away after her release. She’d hated what she was, she still hated it, but it had become less and less of an issue as the days went by. She’d used her every druidic form to hide it and tried to keep her human form when she could, but it seemed to always come back when she needed her strength most.
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Back in Moonglade Remulos watched over the girl, seeing what she saw as well as her physical form. This was a dangerous risk but it seemed to be working, what came naturally to other druids didn’t come as easily to this one, she’d worked harder than others to gain her skills and had done admirably but if she was to ascend in the ranks she’d need to learn everything that came with the title, not just her shape shifting and healing. But in order to learn she’d need to be whole, she’d need to see where she fell short and realise that being only half druid would cause immense and devastating damage, and leave her vulnerable to corruption.
He watched as the girl twitched and muscles strain, once or twice she’d almost shape shifted but he’d put a stop to that. This would be a long and painful process but he hoped it would be worth it when she came around.

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The mist was pulling her away once more, putting her life on fast forward, she watched herself sail away from Gilneas to Darnassus, meeting the elves and being introduced to Malfurion briefly. Then as she began to travel aimlessly, picking up odd jobs and getting involved with the Alliance and their ongoing feud with the Horde. She’d figured out that since being bitten she’d lost almost a year, so she was one year older than she originally thought. For a while she almost felt sorry for her past self for wandering alone for so long.

Things began to look better when a chance encounter with a human brought her into contact with a strange group of people. She smiled watching herself bumble through her words, with that little fawn she’d looked after for a short time, and feeling foolish for acting so jittery. She could literally see her progress from jabbering youngster to who she was today. The mist slowed down at key points, her first mission in the group chasing down horrid sounding soup, her adventures in outland and brief trips to Northrend.

The mist slowed down again after another mission with the group, when she’d attempted to save a familiar face. Lilandris and she were sitting in an inn in outland, just talking for a short time. She wondered if she knew she’d fall in love then, it felt odd to answer either way but perhaps she knew something would happen.

The time shifted again and the two were sitting by the well in the Mage quarter, she barely contained her grin watching herself, being shy and bashful. “Do I really get that red in the face? “ She wandered around to lean back on the well, watching the interaction then laughing at the look on her face when Lil stole her first kiss. That was priceless; she wiped away a tear at the simply awestruck look on her face.

There were more encounters similar to this one as they got to know one another, some more intimate than others, she was glad she only got to see those ones briefly otherwise she’d kill Remulos herself for intruding.

She could see she was interacting more with the rest of her guild during bar nights or general meetings. Time slowed down again to regular speed, this time in a dark cavern or some sort of pit, ah this night. This was a very strange evening, she didn’t really feel much afterwards but she remembered panicking so badly that she’d be killed here and would never have the chance to see any of her friends again, or worse letting whatever those things were kill not only her but them as well.

She watched as she shifted forms and approached the girl that had run in and dropped stone dead to the ground. “Idiot.” She muttered to herself and sighed watching as she thrashed about in pain and looked to the group with pleading eyes. She’d wished for a swift death in that moment, salvation didn’t seem all that likely, but after being blasted with fireballs and holy magic she’d thought she had died, just managing to shift back to her worgen form and somehow managing human once Lil got her through the portal. She’d have to say of the two of them she worried about Lil more here, the poor woman looked devastated. She couldn’t, wouldn't ever let her feel like that again if she could help it.

Her patching up looked like it went alright and seeing herself come around was a relief. How she managed to keep calm after taking so much damage she didn’t know, well perhaps she did. Aroona smiled at Lilandris as she made her way to the fountain and sat behind herself, watching the interaction carefully. She did look pretty bad right then but nothing lasting, save for the small, almost gone scar on her cheek, it barely bothered her now, less so than the one on her shoulder even. Her hair had been singed to about shoulder length, not a good look, she remembered going to a barbers not long after to take off the burned strands and have it shortened.

Time jumped forward again and she felt almost annoyed that it ended so soon. Most of the flashes of memory were of her and Lil, it was startling just how quickly she’d become such a crucial part of her life that seeing this again without her was damn near impossible. There were smaller memories, of checking out books from the library, inducting Tibitha to the druid’s circle, meeting stutter and his guild. Learning to fly and shift into her flight form. That was one hell of a day for her, flying was the most wonderful mode of transportation.

Time rolled on as it had done before, rolling over the major events, speeding up the more trivial parts, watching as she found Lil after being shipwrecked, then to all the battles she’d had since then, her first trip to Pandaria, finding the prince and letting him go to do what he felt to be right.

Her talk with the druids about scrying that became a lecture about the emerald dream. That had made the time return to normal again, though jumping from conversation to conversation, her own study on the matter and finding a druid in hibernation. She’d feared for him, he looked so alone and vulnerable that she’d been terrified that had she had to do that, it would be against her will, likely in a dangerous place and out of reach of anyone she’d trust to keep her alive.
The fog started taking on a greenish tint, closing in around her, this brought back her panic tenfold and she fought against the spell holding her in her own head, fighting back, now trapped in an emerald bubble, slowly shrinking around her. “NO NO NO! I’m not ready for this! Let me out!” She tried to change her form to escape but there was no magic she could do here, she struck out physically, and felt a sharp pain in her hand, she struck out again and again, thrashing in blind panic then very quickly became freezing cold and wet?

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Remulos stepped back from the thrashing girl, confused and surprised that she’d managed to react so badly to the spell ending, she even flung herself off the dais into the water over the side. He stood to see if she was alright and sighed seeing her picking herself up looking white as a sheet and shaking all over. Her hands were a bit bloody from striking stone repeatedly.

“I’m not ready.” She croaked out, dropping onto her back in the water and staying still, looking up at the sky and trying to calm herself.
“You still have time. But time will run short and you will have to go to the emerald dream eventually. You may come back and attempt a single night if you wish, you’ve been once before remember?”

“Once and to take out dragons, while accompanying another dragon. I don’t know if I can go there alone.”
“You won’t be. Ysera watches the entire dream; help will come if you need it, if you know how to ask.”
That brought little comfort to her, and now it was getting colder. She pulled herself up again and walked out of the waters onto the grass, dripping and shivering but making no attempt to dry off for the moment. Remulos let her go for now and made his way back to his shrine, leaving the girl with her thoughts.

After a while of doing nothing, and getting funny looks from the wardens Aroona flew back to the Moonglade inn, too tired to go much further and stayed in the room upstairs, collapsing face down on the bed, not bothering to change out of her clothes and tried to sleep, one leg hanging off the bed and just grazing the floor. By morning she’d been changed and properly tucked in, with her hands bandaged with healing salves, with no idea how it happened.
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Topic/Postby Lilandris » 26 Sep 2014, 13:15

Wow, great story, beautiful! :)

Great to hear a little about her past, I found the big red coat on little Roo a nice, cute little touch ^^
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Topic/Postby Aroona » 26 Sep 2014, 18:47

<3 I thought it was about time to fill in some memory gaps, and it was great fun to write.
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Topic/Postby Lilandris » 26 Sep 2014, 19:52

Must have taken you quite a while though o.O
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Topic/Postby Aroona » 26 Sep 2014, 23:16

3-4 hours switching between writing and world of tanks
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Topic/Postby Lilandris » 27 Sep 2014, 04:06

You're a way faster writer than me then. I tend to trail off a lot while writing, to my annoyance.

Something of similar length from me would likely take me at least twice as long, in more than one session of writing.

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Topic/Postby Aroona » 27 Sep 2014, 04:14

I can do short stories very quickly, but If I were to try and write a book I'd give up after a while and forget about it, so I kind of have to do it in one sitting
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Topic/Postby Aroona » 26 Oct 2014, 22:07

A pair of well worn Misthide boots barely skimmed over the muddy path, and although a mount or even paws would have carried her faster it just didn't seem right. The house was just as she remembered, apart from the busted front door and several items lying around the floor and the porch. It was cradled at the bottom of a very rocky cliff, facing the sea.It hurt to look at, she knew who had caused the damage but the items laying around looked like they'd been put there more recently. Looters no doubt. A shaky and pale hand touched the old weathered wood and traced the long gauges from top to bottom.

The owner of the hand stepped inside to complete and still chaos. Books and tools lay scattered, broken crockery and torn clothes covered most of the floor. Amongst it all she couldn't see what she'd come to look for, she wasn't sure what hurt more, knowing they'd been moved or that she hadn't been there to move them herself. Perhaps a kind soul had laid them to rest, or..she didn't want to think what else may have happened. There were dark stains in the wood, flaking and peeling away. Blood. After feeling restless for days now, and flying aimlessly since the night before her wings had brought her here. The restless energy had pulled her to her old home, many would ask why return when there was nothing left there but Aroona wasn't the many. She'd come back to lay old ghosts to rest and that is what she'd do.

First of all she'd cleared away anything broken, leaving it in a busted up cart outside, anything salvageable she put in it's place, if there was a place for it. Papers were burned in the hearth, old drawings and letters too or from various friends and relatives. Tools and clothes were put away, and a broken broom swept away the dust and scrubbed the dried blood from the floor. As night fell she'd shucked off her armour and donned an old shirt of her father's, rolling up the sleeves and continuing to sweat with her work well into the small hours. She couldn't have slept if she'd tried, and even with only the firelight to work with she'd cleaned and fixed everything she could manage. She'd go look for the bodies in the morning, if there was anything left to find.

The door still wouldn't quite sit right, having been warped by rain and cold and dried in what little sun Gilneas offered. So that went, leaving the the house door-less. It was also the last thing that needed repairing. With a heavy sigh Aroona looked at the interior once more, it had felt a lot like healing an old wound, painful at first, then turning to a dull ache in her limbs with an accompanying fever that had just started to break. The cool morning air feeling fresher than it ever had growing up here. Leaning against the door frame she thought about what to do now, she hadn't the first clue where to begin looking, there were several grave sites near here but tradition for the farmers on the outskirts were to be buried on their property. A soft growl pulled her attention behind her, her eyes widened at the shadowy creature looking back at her, eyes as bright as the sun but not nearly as warm. She reached for her spear but the creature didn't move, instead it sat back on it's heels and lowered it's head. That stayed her hand and she looked closer, the creature looked so familiar, and not only that it didn't look all there. Not quite a ghost, more like a shadow or memory. The slightest shift in her head and it would vanish entirely. So she had to keep still to watch as it turned and fled.

Aroona blinked and felt a push or a pull, but something moved her away from her old home to give chase to the shadow, catching up wasn't a problem for the girl, having spent so many years running, flying swimming and fighting. But the creature would always be just that little bit faster, and changed direction so quickly that it was difficult to turn as sharply. She followed it back along the path, the higher they climbed the harder her chest pounded, they were getting close, but to what she didn't know.

The shadow climbed the cliffs forcing Aroona to change her shape to avoid falling back down to a very painful death. When she couldn't climb by claw she soared behind the creature as a hawk. When it stopped she landed, shifting to the form she felt most at ease with and looked as the creature paced around three small headstones, sheltered as her old home was, surrounded by rock but laid upon a bed of scrubby grass, the touch kind only found on coastal cliffs. So this is where they were. She knew before she had walked close enough to see the names, even her old teacher lay to rest here. Whoever had moved them must have known her parents well. They'd enjoyed so many evenings watching the sea they often joked they would spend an eternity watching it if they could. It brought a bitter sweet smile to Aroona's face. The creature had long vanished into thin air, leaving her with her thoughts.

It was hard to say how long the girl sat there in silence, it could have been days or a week, she didn't move unless absolutely necessary. At dawn of, well the next one that she remembered she began talking, as if she had someone there listening. At first it was just broken apology's, should haves, could haves and would haves. Then silence again. After she could cry no more she spoke of everything she had seen and done, the friends she'd made and of course the subject turned to Lilandris, and their plans for the future.

When there was nothing left to say Aroona found she was soaked to the bone and shivering from the cold. She said her final goodbye's and headed back down the cliff side, gliding through the heavy rain until she found her way back to her old home. One more night couldn't hurt, and she didn't want to return to Stormwind with a cold and soaking wet. After leaving her clothes to dry beside the fire and finding something suitable to sleep in she crawled into her parent's bed and slept dreamlessly.
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Topic/Postby Gergel » 27 Oct 2014, 08:49

On those evenings a death knight in Stormwind was looking even more alone than usual. Despite the absence of both Aroona and Lilandris, she kept a silent watch beside the Recluse.

Then, one evening Aroona returned. Alone. Looking... different. The death knight wanted to stand up, walk to her. But she took a seat in an outer corner of the building alone. So the death knight remained at her table and occupied herself by milling herbs and mixing inks in silence.

If Aroona wanted solitude, then she of all people understood that need and would grant it to her. If, in time, the druid would want to reach out again, she would be there for her. If nothing else, then at least to listen. She was good at listening.
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Topic/Postby Lilandris » 27 Oct 2014, 12:51

When Aroona eventually came home, Lil was eating her dinner in solitude. Her heart soared and a smile spread over her face as Aroona came through the front door.

The lack of an audible greeting - only a smile - told Lil that now was not the time for words. Aroona looked famished, and Lil felt an ounce of regret for not cooking for two. Aroona hadn't told how long she would be away or when she'd return. Lil slid the plate gently over across the table to Aroona's seat and nodded at her, then smiled and waved dismissively when Aroona had a moment of hesitation.

As Aroona ate, Lil silently kept her company. "She will speak when she is ready" she thought to herself.
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