The Priestess' Departure

[CorruptedDisciple]

A gentle breeze blew against the elven female's tanned cheeks. Within the distance, the dawn's light would filter through the trees, creating an ambiance of peace. Her footsteps would take her to the Triune statues. Her gentle hands cupped themselves together as she lowered her head in respect. This may be the final time she would stand before these statues that she came to hold dear to her heart for a long period... perhaps even forever.


"Protect them from harm," she would whisper softly in prayer, "so that they may prosper forever in His shining light."

Silias' eyes had dampened thereafter. As she stood before the statues, multiple streams of tears would rush along her now-rose shaded cheeks.

"How is it one leaves a homeland that is held so dear within their hearts?" she would contemplate. It was all but apparent that her love for the settlement that had housed her for the period of her stay -- albeit only a single year and but a few months -- had grown within her heart. She would remain tearful beyond the statue until the sun rose, and the citizens of Doron Amar would awaken once more.


The priestess stood in front of those that she would ask to gather beyond the Tower's steps. It was not in her nature to gather crowds with no warning beforehand, yet it seemed necessary. Her soft, serene and gentle voice would speak out to those that would gather. Her sapphire attire had now shone as the sun's radiance would reflect upon it. A beautiful sight, indeed.

"It would seem to every journey lay its end. A priestess' duties often lead her to where she is needed. Since my true arrival within this settlement had been formalised, and until now, I truly value those who I have come to know -- and those that I would call my brothers and sisters. My duties are primarily to my kin. Each and every one of those within this settlement has developed in multiple manners since I had first known them. A wonderful grace befalls each of you. It is truly unfortunate that I must announce my departure from the settlement of Doron Amar. My family, of house Ry'ena, is now in need of me within the land of Evermeet. In light of my mother's passing, I must attempt to fill her duties, as she was truly a magnificent priestess, in which I would gaze in wonder upon her. It would be my dream to aspire to, one day, attain even a fraction of her beauty, her wisdom and her might as a priestess.

I worry not of the settlement's future, as I am, indeed, sure it is a bright, gracious one. As it is apparent: there are many within here that may succeed me, in truth. It has been wonderful to have the privilege to attain a seat on the Council within this settlement. It is a duty I had come to love and hold dear. I now pass on my duties for the settlement to another. It will be my trust that the citizens find another to lead in my stead.

My departure is imminent, unfortunately, for I must return immediately to attend my mother's burial. If there are any matters any would wish to speak of, whether privately or publicly, there are but few hours remaining in regards to my presence here. Let your voices be heard, now and forever.

And fare thee well, my beloved family. If my duties permit my visiting, then hold sure to the fact I would cherish such within my heart," the priestess concluded in a strong, yet gentle tone.


The priestess of Corellon would listen to any that would wish to speak to her whilst she stands upon the Tower's radiant steps, prior to descending.

[Hoihe]

Calinde limped over with her staff, except that she just held it in her hands now instead of using it for walking, just for safety. She frowned deeply, hearing Sillias's departure, and bowed her head deeply with tears of sadness trickling down her own tanned cheeks. "Do try to visit!" she just muttered weakly, but loudly. The young elven druidess then walked up the steps to whisper something to the priestess

[Emperor_Krayt]

After the priestess concluded her farewell Teuvaelivae watched Silias disappear into the distance. For hours she stood as frozen her cheek still wet from the tears she had shed during their words of parting. A few leaves finaly decided to let go of their yearly home and danced westward in the light autumn breeze, glowing as amber in the high noon sun before they laid temselves to rest over the damp moss. The river sang its ever indifferant tune to mortal plights and delights as it rushed over stone and turf. All she wanted to do was to run after the priestess and follow her on her journey home to Evermeet. But she knew she had to let her go, much like the leaves on the sturdy trees. She had always revered the priestess as a motherly aswell as fatherly steadfast tree unto which she clung when she faltered in either faith or resolve. She had to do this, her own family needed her. Noon turned to dusk and she rove aimlessly into the dense undergrowth of the wood, dead twings snapping as she careless wandered in a quick pace. She lost all perception of how long she had wandered when her tired aching legs could carry her no longer and she sank down with her back against a old stump by a small rill. The cresent moon had taken its place high and marked midnight. A few owls was heard far in the distance. The young distressed and weary elf slipped into reverie several days over due. Usualy she had the ability to influence and shape the visons of her trance. This time however she gave herself to the current of the dream unable to maintain the slightest control. Same course of imagery appeard again and again. A dark wood made up by dark boles rose as pillars of black glass absorbing all light. Hills govered with moss that seemed as glistering white silver bestrewed by shining pearls of crystal. Stars dim and faint seemed to rain from the sky with a azure tint. Two full moons glowed in the western sky, as two firery emeralds they burned with a deep green light. Silence was absolute. And before her she saw Silias raising Teu to her feet then she turned and walked away. The priestess dark hair unstirred by the wind, her ultramarine mantle laying close to her armor without fluttering. Her armor shining as a sapphire becommming a pillar of light in the dark wood leaving a streak of glowing silver moss where she walked as a road of light. Further and further away she walked becoming smaller and smaller until she was only seen as a fleck of light. Everything faded into black aside from that fleck shining as a magenta coloured star of its own. The sole light of the dark sky. Then on the fourth loop of the vison it bursted into a bright white light. Teu broke the reverie as she threw her hand ininfront of her face which she whiped to the side in a violent motion. She clung to the stump hugging it forcefully as she sobed wildly her finger tips sank into the loose soft rotten dead tree. There was so much she wanted to tell her. So much she wished to to know about her. She feelt as her words had failed her at their parting, although she thought the priestess knew regardless as so many times before. She weeped until there was no more tears to shed. She unslung her small traveling lyre and reclined her back against the stump with one leg bent and the other straight she looked to the rill with mournful mien. As she plucked the strings fiercly the poor instrument groaned painfully in a tortured melody of discord as it sung out in angish under the harsh treatment. Days passed by and nothing seem to break the depression she had descended into. Teu recalled every memory of the priestess she could remember, over and over again. It started to rain blended with scarse snow flakes, most likely the first of the season in this region. In a sorrowful weak tone she half sung as she continued to torture the misfortunate lyre. A larger snowflake miraculous made its way down though the rain and landed on the moon elf as she sung looking just like a six pointed star."Whom art thou that touched my spirit like no other. Whom art thou that couldst disperse aught woe with a simple word. Whom art thou who my life I would yeild for. Whom art thou for whom my tears flow. Whom art thou sister upon homeland shore. Whom art thou Silias Ry'ena."