Aeotha tensed over and over again. Everything they were so calmly speaking about, all of it. Talking about Skandra the way they were, as if he was something to be weighed like gold might be. Shantar, not so much as Gershul. But it was Gershul that Aeotha disliked the most. She'd never heard anyone speak so calmly about destroying the world. Destroying their world. And why? She couldn't contemplate anyone wanting such a thing. It was one thing to hate a race of people, Aeotha understood that. She hated Drow with every fiber of her being, but even then she was conflicted in that hate. Were all Drow alike? The Perubs were the same. She hated them for stealing..
If she thought about that right now she'd make a noise. She turned her head again and cocked her ear in their direction.
The world tree? Aeotha let go of Skandra suddenly. Something burned inside of her. The story she'd heard a very long time ago, told to her by a much older Priestess. Many people believed it was true, and many more believed that it was like many myths. Made up to give a reason behind their world. Aeotha believed so strongly in the existence of Gods that she could see the thing being real and now everything inside of her burned to make a move and strike Gershul down before he'd have a chance at such a thing.
Was it real? Could it be? It could, if something like this could be real. And it was. Uaine was dead. The elves.. the village..
Who was Olas?
Aeotha had so many questions but no voice yet to make them known.