After she had laid down her duties as councillor, the road had taken her.
Leaving Doron Amar, was like leaving a third time a place she considered as a home before.
This time it was not absolute. She returned when the mood takes her, even if that were rare events at current times. Something that could change in future. Maybe.
While she was wandering through forests, over meadows and trade ways there was enough time to ponder. At the moment, she enjoyed the freedom and to explore places of nature, she had not visited for a time during der councillorship. She also visited more often the settlements of other folks, then before two seasons.
There was only the little worries about, how her patron would see the path she had taken...
Her heart was still wild and free...even more free then before...she would face whatever will await her.
Yes, it was a time of crossroads.
And she was eager to see, wherever it would take her.
Naer‘ was sitting nearby of the shrine of Mielikki and took a rest. Iridor was playing in a tree not far away.
Her eyes were looking over the river studying the horizon. Nothing specific, there was only the need to let her thoughts flow.
The meeting with the treants before a few days, was...difficult.
Then there was the leaf.
It had turned into a hue of blue, tending towards turquoise.
The meaning was still a mystery.
Blue like the open sky. A new horizon?
An acknowledgement of her wanderings, maybe?
Turquoise, a mysterious colour between blue and green.
Between sky and the green of plants.
A mark of transition between past and future?
A mark of a new beginning?
It was also the colour of the ocean and gems...
She turned the leaf between her fingers.
A change in faith? Or heralding from a new horizon in some other kind?
Or the assurance, that her patron would still on her side?
Despite she had left the Glimmerwood. She was bitting slightly on her lower lip.
Then she shook her head and let her messy hair, red as autumn leaves, flow.
Whatever it will be on her futures paths, she would explore it. The time will tell and the road will show...
The grand meeting at Rivers End will be ahead and she had still some distance to walk – even with druidic tricks.
She took up her rucksack and rise from her resting place and called for her squirrely companion.
A last honouring and humble bow of her head for the Lady of the forest.
