Thoughts on Leaving [Open]
Sept 19, 2013 21:23:29 GMT -5
Post by Timmir on Sept 19, 2013 21:23:29 GMT -5
It has been about three weeks* since King Brenton's death. While the elves still mourn the sudden passing of their young king, many have resumed their normal lives. Afterall, this hasn't been the first monarch they have lost because of this war, and, sadly, will probably not be the last. On the outskirts of said capital, a young looking woman sat by a small pond, staring at her reflection as if it would give her the answers she seek. This has been, in fact, a daily tradition for the woman in question. Yet, something was different this time.
A depress sigh left Farore lips as she sat there. She had came here many times before in hope that she'll be able to figure something out about her 'past self' in such a serene place, yet this time, a different type question was flowing in the amnesiacs head. One that Farore was wondering about for quite some time.
Ever since she first awoke from her long sleep, she always felt unwelcome to Ellesmera. Everywhere she went in the city, she couldn't help, but notice scorn looks on some of the elves' faces when she walked by. When she attempted to talk with some of the elves, they would quickly excuse themselves, and Farore couldn't help, but notice a hint of hostility as they did so. This has caused Farore to try to separate herself away from most of the cities populace, prefering to travel around the woods or sitting by this pond, her thoughts being her only company. She used to think that maybe it was just her, that the whole thing was just in her mind, so she never told Brenton, Kialandi, or anybody else about it. Yet, with Brenton's death, things seemed to have only gotten worse as the mourning elves found it harder to hide thier feelings.
She had notice that most of the elves that displayed hostility towards her were among those who had lived through the riders fall. Could it be possible that she did something back then that caused them to dislike her so, or could it have been something else. She had no way of knowing the real, and doubted she ever truly will, but this did bring on the question that was now raging in her head.
Should I leave?
((* Edited time past to make better canonical sense))
A depress sigh left Farore lips as she sat there. She had came here many times before in hope that she'll be able to figure something out about her 'past self' in such a serene place, yet this time, a different type question was flowing in the amnesiacs head. One that Farore was wondering about for quite some time.
Ever since she first awoke from her long sleep, she always felt unwelcome to Ellesmera. Everywhere she went in the city, she couldn't help, but notice scorn looks on some of the elves' faces when she walked by. When she attempted to talk with some of the elves, they would quickly excuse themselves, and Farore couldn't help, but notice a hint of hostility as they did so. This has caused Farore to try to separate herself away from most of the cities populace, prefering to travel around the woods or sitting by this pond, her thoughts being her only company. She used to think that maybe it was just her, that the whole thing was just in her mind, so she never told Brenton, Kialandi, or anybody else about it. Yet, with Brenton's death, things seemed to have only gotten worse as the mourning elves found it harder to hide thier feelings.
She had notice that most of the elves that displayed hostility towards her were among those who had lived through the riders fall. Could it be possible that she did something back then that caused them to dislike her so, or could it have been something else. She had no way of knowing the real, and doubted she ever truly will, but this did bring on the question that was now raging in her head.
Should I leave?
((* Edited time past to make better canonical sense))
