Re: Vhenadahl:: The Tree of the People
Hissra had been involved in the children, in their pleasure of the treats, their laughter, their curiosity of him. Around him the others had gone about their business. He'd paid them no mind. If they had a plan, he certainly had not been made aware of it at any point. If the Karashok asked him to do something, he would, but for the moment Hissra felt restless. He had no purpose here. There was no battle to be fought, no wounds to heal. It was true that these alienage elves were broken and battered people, but a mage could not heal these wounds. This was something that their leader needed to tend to, and it seemed they had thus far been neglected. It was shameful.
Cookies gone, Hissra stood and brushed the dirt from the knees of his simple linen pants. The children scattered, laughter echoing around him as the sugar raced through their tiny bodies. Hissra could not recall a time like that during his own childhood. There had been laughter, the occasional games, a great deal of schooling. But those days had been short, swiftly ended by the coming of magic, leaving nothing but the ashes of childhood dreams and longings in it's wake.
Silently he observed the others around him, some clustered in groups and engaged in conversation, others standing like he, observing, keeping apart. The small girl Warden had wandered some steps away, followed later by the Knight Ser Ordhan. Hissra didn't know what they were doing. No one seemed to have been willing to communicate their plans to the group as a whole. He wondered how it was they planned to work together as a large unit in the future, if they were constantly going to be splitting up without a word, making no arrangements to meet back up, or stating what they were hoping to achieve here. The elven female Lalin had drawn others aside to speak to softly earlier, apparently unwilling to address the whole group. Hissra found himself wondering what it was the Warden Commander had been thinking when he'd given them four Wardens, none of which had leadership experience.
Shaking his head, Hissra moved further under the shade of the immense tree, glancing over at the Karashok. Perhaps the warrior would know what to do.