æolyn (aeolyn) wrote in thedas, @ 2010-08-29 18:09:00 |
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No matted how fast Æolyn ran, she could never get more than twenty feet away from her target. It wasn't as if he was faster than her or that the forest was slowing her down. Yes, at first navigating the dense brush and fallen trees had cause Æolyn to pause in her chase, but she'd had seven years to learn the woods. And her target wasn't faster than her because he basically was her. Faer Arandil was so much like Æolyn it scared her sometimes. Their paces running through the trees were perfectly matched and no matter how much she called out to him, he wouldn't slow down. After what seemed like hours of running, Æolyn began to tire of the game. Usually when that happened she would simply concede, declaring Faer the winner, but that didn't work this time. And so Æolyn pressed onward, breathing heavily and tripping over branches. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore and slowed to a walk, hoping Faer would do the same... but he didn't. With one last glance over his shoulder, he disappeared into the brush, leaving Æolyn very alone. She stopped her ingression and bent over, supporting herself on her knees as she caught her breath. "Faer!" she called out in hopes of bringing him back, but when she saw no sign of him she decided to keep going in the direction he'd gone. She hadn't moved more than a few steps before she tripped in some veins -- too tired to pick up her feet anymore -- and fell to her knees, catching herself with her hands so she didn't fall face first on the ground. After getting over the shock of falling, she sat back on her heels and noticed she was crying; something she hadn't done since her parents first left her with in Zathrian's care. Realizing that she was crying made her cry even harder and made teh fact that she was alone that more apparent. Taking a deep breath she called out once more for Faer before collapsing into a lonely, crying puddle, repeating his name over and over again. "Lyn, wake up. Lyn. You're dreaming, wake up." Æolyn M'Haaren's eyes fluttered open and she was staring into the kind, gentle eyes of her mother, Yolita. "Mom?" she croaked, still a bit groggy from her sleep. "Where's Faer?" she asked, immediately searching her surroundings for him, disappointed to find it was just her and her mother. Softly, her mother reached out and ran a hand over her daughter's hair, cupping her cheek lightly. "Sweetie, he's not here. He's in the forest with his clan. Has been since we left," she explained lightly so's not to alarm her daughter. Æolyn looked around her once more before making the connection. She wasn't in the Brecilian Forest with Lanaya's clan. She hadn't been there for just about a year now. She hand't seen Faer in over a year. She hadn't said goodbye. At the thought of leaving her best friend without a word she began to tear up again. Quickly, so that her mother wouldn't see, she looked away and pretended to run sleep from her eyes, but her mother knew better. "Oh baby, did you have another dream about him?" she asked, reaching out to slip and arm around Æolyn's shoulder and held her close. Now Æolyn was over come with tears and nodded silently, sniffling a little. "I miss him, mamae," she said quietly, pulling out the Elven word for 'mother'. Ever since she came back from the clan, she'd use eleven words in replace of English ones every now and then. "It hurts," she managed to choke out before her shoulders began to shake with silent sobs. It hadn't been her choice to leave him without a word. She'd wanted to see him before she left, perhaps if she had she wouldn't have really left. She thought that if her parents saw how happy he made her they wouldn't make her come with them. But she never got to see him. She never got to show her parents and she never got to say goodbye. And she felt awful for it. She'd been having this reoccuring dream for quite sometime now and it never changed. Æolyn would be chasing through the forest but could never get anywhere near him. Everytime she called out for him, he never slowed or stopped and eventually she would tire of the chase, breaking down and giving up. And each time she awoke in tears, repeating his name over and over again. Æolyn was no dream reader, but she knew this one had to mean something... if only she knew what. Her mother stroked her hair some more and kissed her temple, holding her daughter tightly. "Shhh, sweetie, I know you miss him. Perhaps we'll run into his clan while traveling one day. You'll see him again," she said, trying her best to reassure her like she did everytime. Truth was, Yolita didn't think they'd ever see Faer again. When Æolyn had first told them about him they'd been happy she'd made such a great friend, but it quickly became apparent to them that he was more than a friend to her, even if she didn't know it yet. First love, her father had said, they'll grow out of it. There's no point in letting her waste so many years on it. So when Æolyn finished her training and they came to get her, they had intentionally left before she could see Faer again. What they hadn't expected was for their daughter to pine for him so much. It was true that, as the days went by, Æolyn was growing more and more accepting of the fact that she'd probably never see Faer again. But just because she as accepting it didn't mean she had to like it. In fact, she hated the fact. She wanted to run it through with the longsword Lanaya had given her as a departing gift and shock it to death. Æolyn was turning 18 next month and had contimplated the idea of leaving her parents to go in search of the Dalish, but the idea of being on her own, even if only for a short time, frightened her to death. So instead, she resigned herself to her nightmares and cold sweats. She would hold onto the memories she had and leave that chapter unfinished, ear marking it so that she may come back to it someday if she got the chance. She wouldn't realize just how much that missing ending affected her life for a few more years. She'd finally gather up the courage to set off into a life all her own, but it wouldn't be to go in search of Faer. No, three years would pass by before she would strike out on her own and by then she would figure that it best to leave things where they were and let fate take its course. It would take a cute elven boy asking her to go for a walk for her to realize she wasn't truly over Faer. "Excuse me, miss, I've seen you in the market for a while now and I was wondering... would you do me the honor of taking a walk with me?" he had asked her. There was no reason Æolyn should have told him no. He was certainly attractive, muscular with sandy blonde hair and emerald green eyes, but without even thinking she replied, "No, I'm sorry, I'm with someone." And as she walked back to her house she thought about what she'd just said. She was 'with someone'? Who was she with? No one, exactly. But the thought of answering yes to that boy had felt wrong to her, but she couldn't think of why. That night, when she slept, she had the reoccuring dream again. She'd stopped having them just before she moved to Denerim and the next morning she knew why she'd declined that boy's offer. She knew she had to find Faer, if only just to say goodbye. ' ' all my years have melted away and somehow passed me by ' ' ' ' i can't see the sky anymore, filled with the blues of generations. ' ' ' ' we say its a small world and laugh like we actually mean it ' ' ' ' we pretend we've moved along and found something new ' ' ' ' but i can't help this burning suspicion that something is missing ' ' ' ' something is missing ' ' "blind" - little gay nancy [ Little Gay Nancy was my second band. I played bass. the red head is me :D ] |