Arcaea/Dining Hall Late 08-09/Aeriel's Musings

The smell of Lavender is heavy in spring, yet she had always found it to be pleasing, especially when one travelled alone and without distraction. Grace and beauty lit up both her heart and vibrant green eyes, causing Aeriel to sigh as she rested on the grass, by the silently running waters. To the south lay the tall mountains, to the east the forests deep, and to the north and west lay plains and fields and cities of men and their swords.

Amidst it all, she found it strange that she should always find herself in such happy places. Yet for now as she lay sleepily, she allowed her thoughts to rouse and be swept away by the warm winds of the spring, as she tried to catch the rays of light drifitng through the canopy.

She thought of her brothers, of her young ones, of all those lost in war or yet to be lost, of lovers and of warriors encircled by their feuds, and of her own dirty profession.

None of it stained her mind for more than a second, and all were swept away by the soothing pleasure of the warm spring wind and the fey beauty of the woods…

Aeriel Haerthorne (Dame of Sasat)

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