Alatáriël Léralondë (leralonde) wrote in adusta, @ 2009-01-24 21:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | elemmírë, leironuoth |
Khamesin (Leir)
On the first day of the attacks, she learn what the formidable prowess of the Sylvans could wronght against their chosen enemies and how to keep her tears to herself as the Sylvan women did when their kinsmen took their leave of their families in the morning.
On the second, how her magic was futile without direction and even harmful. In all her years, eh had never been pulled to be involved in any skirmish and as she ached to offer her assistence, Elemmírë couldn't be sure what she could do to bring to the defense of the village.
On the third, she stepped forward, ignoring the wary and distrustful looks of the villagers who had thought she was no more than the traveling Priestess of Lorien rather than an amateur air elementalist of no known magical tradition. They grudgingly allowe her to participate and help create a distraction to enable their swiftest messenger to escape as well as some of the women and children.
By the seventh day, her confidence was shaken when one of her spells caught some of the defenders as collateral damage not by her own fault bt by her own lack of finesse. Tolerating the the accusatory looks launched at her back as night fell, Elemmírë fled the crowd and took her place among the village battlements, half filled with disgust at her own self and also the horror that filled her every time replayed itself in her mind.
How far more could they hold up?
Elemmírë wasn't sure - she knew the Sylvans kept things from her but this skirmish was long overdue and it was just her luck to wandered in just before the fighting started. To her knowledge, more than half the womenfolk and children had been evacuated.
What were they waiting for?
There seemed this huge weight lingering in the air that threatened to crush her had she given the chance. The weight of anticipation, so they said - Elemmírë hastily pulled her hood tightly around her, trying to look away from the images in her mind. Secretly, she too had her doubts as to hold long she could keep up with the magical demands. Had she already started to slip? Was it all just an accident or was it just her? There were limits, Beren had told her but what he didn't say was what the limits were.