Tales of the history, and accounting, of a proud family that struggles through the hard times. Each person striving for individuality, but at the same time bonding together as a single family unite. They are the Dawnstriders.
Table of Contents:
Three Quel’dorei children stood on top of a cliff and looked down at the river below. Two of them were boys and seem to have a family resemblance. They had the same jaw, the same nose, and the same long red hair. One boy was older; he seemed to be thirteen in human years, with a scruffy look to him that showed he cared more about reading than being outside. He looked nervous, fidgeting slightly as he looked down at the river. The other boy seemed to be about ten in human years, and looked more like a wild animal than the child of nobility. His skin was tanned, his hair was tangled, and he had a mischievous grin on his face.
The third child was a little girl. She seemed to be eight in human years. She was scrawny little thing, that seemed to be more knees than elbows. She was clearly not related to the boys since she carried no resemblance to them with her heart shaped face, and white blond hair that was down, and a mess with twigs and leaves sticking in it. Her skin was heavily tanned as if she spent every single day of her life outside, and she sported random cuts and bruises like any child that loved to play hard and get into trouble. She grinned down looking excited, looking more like an imp than an elf.
Nestáron Dawnstrider, the oldest boy, continue to fidget. “I don’t know about this,” he said hesitantly, “This is really dangerous, we are going to get hurt, AND we are going to get in trouble.”
Kaelava Dawnstrider, the younger boy, rolled his eyes at his cousin. “Where is your sense of adventure? One, there is no way we can get hurt, since she’s done it before. Two, there is no way we are going to get in trouble unless we get caught.”
“Or if SOMEONE goes and tattles on us like a rat.” Liliania Sunsong, the girl, said as she gave Nestáron a glare, “We aren’t going to be ratted out are we?” She leans towards Nestáron with a fist held in the air.
“No!” Nestáron said, and then he looks down at the river still nervous, “This just really dangerous we are going to get hurt.”
“He’s just scared!” Kaelava said with a laugh, “He’s a big red headed chicken!”
Nestáron blushed as he glared at his cousin, “I am not!”
Liliania giggled, “No? Then why don’t you prove it and go first!” She grinned at Nestáron with her impish grin. “Unless chicken too scared.”
“NO! “ Nestáron said as he blushed deeper, “I’m not scared at all!”
Kaelava grinned at his cousin. “Then it’s agreed, you’ll go first.”
Nestaron opened his mouth, and then shut it, grinding his teeth. He gave a nod, not trusting himself to speak. He really didn’t want to do to this, but at the same time he didn’t want to be called a coward either.
Liliania’s grin grew wider, as her blue eyes twinkled with excitement. She didn’t tell the boys, but this would be the first time she attempted this on someone other than herself. She had been studying the spell for a while and was pretty confident she could do it. Her mother has been making her study magic for a few years now, confident that Liliania will be a magistrix, just like her mother. She took a deep breath, rubbed her hands together, and then closed her eyes to concentrate. The boys watched her curiously. Then she opened her eyes, and with the same wild impish grin pushed Nestáron off the edge of the cliff while muttering the spell.
Nestáron gives out a yelp as he finds himself off a cliff. He waves his hands, trying to grasp the air and kicks his feet in panic. The other two children stare at him in amazement. Nestáron wasn’t falling slowly to the ground like he should have been; instead he was floating in the air.
“Wow!” Kaelava said in amazement, his blue eyes wide with wonder.
Liliania did not say anything, but she started to feel nervous, because she hadn’t meant for him to just float there….
“Someone get me down now!” Nestáron said as he squirmed in panic, “I want down now!”
“Right!” Liliania said trying to pretend she was more confident than she felt, “We’ll get you down now, that’s going to be the easy part.” She clears her throat, and tries to concentrate on fixing the spell, though she found it rather difficult with Kaelava staring at her the way he was. She tried her best to concentrate on the spell, saying the incantation, and waving her hands at Nestáron.
For a few minutes nothing happened, and the children simply stood there staring at each other. Nestáron opened his mouth to say something, but before he could a distinctive “pop” sound could be heard, and he found himself plunging to the ground way below him.
“NEZ!” Liliania and Kaelava screamed at the same time. They scrambled off the cliff as quickly as they could and ran to their friend. Nestáron was lying limply on the ground, half of him was in the river, half of him was on the bank. He was unconscious.
“LIGHT NO! HE’S DEAD!” Kaelava screamed, panicked, and with tears streaming down his blue eyes.
Liliania fell to her knees next to Nestáron crying as well, she looks up at Kaelava, “No he’s not! Not yet! Now SHUT UP AND GO GET AN ADULT!”
Kaelava didn’t move, but just stood there shaking staring at his cousin though his tears.
“GO!” Liliania screamed, at him. “GO NOW!” Her voiced shrilled up to a high pitch, making it sound more like a screech than words.
Kaelava winced at the sound of her voice, but then turned around and started running towards Fairbreeze Village as fast as he can. Between the three of them, he was the fastest runner; Liliania knew he would get someone soon.
She stared down at Nestáron’s unconscious body, still crying, “I’m sorry,” she said, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” This was her fault. This was all her fault. “I’m sorry I’m sorry please don’t die Nes I’m sorry!” She cried.
She put her hand on his face, desperate to try to fix this. “I’m sorry, don’t die!” She cried out again. Something happened then, that she couldn’t quite explain.
She felt as though she casted a spell, though she didn’t say any words. She felt energy pass through her and into her friend. Nestáron groaned and opened his eyes, just as she got a tired sensation from herself.
“Lil…” He whimpered softly, feeling groggy, “What happened?”
“I’m sorry!” She whimpered, and then crumpled on the ground while crying hysterically. Nestáron sat up, and blinked at Liliania, more stunned at the state she was in, then the pain he was feeling. He tried to get up, but found that he couldn’t. He looked at his right leg and saw that it was broken. “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry,” Liliania kept repeating, while crying.
“Lil.” Nestáron began, but then Kaelava came back with an adult in tow.
Faeron Dawnstrider did not look happy as he approached his younger brother who sat with a broken leg on the bank of a river, while some commoner brat bawled next to him. He pressed his lips thin, and narrowed his blue eyes. Nestáron looked up at his brother, and opened his mouth to explain. Before he could get a single sound out, Faeron had already lifted the young boy in his arms and started carrying him away, back to the Dawnstrider Manor.
Kaelava froze for a moment. He looked at his friend, Liliania, who was still crying on the ground, then at his cousin carrying Nestáron back. He looked indecisive of which to follow for a minute, but then turned and chased after Faeron.
She stayed crumpled on the ground for a full fifteen minutes, continuing to cry. Then, she got up, washed her face with the river, and returned to her own home in Fairbreeze Village. Calmly, she told her mother that she was grounded for a month, not permitted to have any desserts after dinner ever again, and will have to extra chores around the house for a full weeks. Elánore blinked and looked quite stunned at her daughter. When Liliania explained why she will be punished like this, Elánore became quite angry.
She lectured Liliania about the responsibilities of a mage, about when you use magic, and when you don’t. She ranted about how Nestáron could have been killed. How, as a commoner, the consequences for harming a noble child are far direr than it would be for harming a commoner child. Liliania nodded and agreed to all of this. “That’s why you are punishing me severely, but first, I am going to bath, put on my best dress and go over there and apologize. Then you will enforce my punishment.”
She thought her mother was going to protest. She thought her mother would explain going over to the Dawnstrider Manor would be the last thing she should do, because of the situation. Instead her mother looked proud. She still looked angry, but proud. “Go do the right thing Daughter.” She said. Liliania nodded, then went to clean up, put on a dress, and went to the Dawnstrider Manor.
She was let in by a servant, and started to walk towards Nestáron’s room. She has been here many times before, so known the way quite well. She was stopped by an adult suddenly blocking in her path. Faeron looked like Nestáron and Kaelava did same jaw, same nose, and same long red hair. Only he was an adult, a really strong looking adult with meanness in his blue eyes. Liliania could tell he didn’t like her.
“Just where, do you think you are going?” Faeron asked looking down at Liliania.
Liliania swallowed, but didn’t move her eyes away from his face. “I’m going to see Nes, and say sorry, and do what I can to fix it.”
“Oh, you are, are you?” Faeron spat. “A little commoner like you, think you can just walk up in here, after what you did?” He grabbed her by the front of her shirt and lifted her up in the air. She squeaked in surprised grabbing onto his arm and kicking the air. Faeron ignored that as he glared at her, “You think you can hurt my little brother, and then just waltz right back in here? You filthy common whore!” He started to shake her hard. She could feel her teeth rattling from being shook so hard.
Liliania did the only thing she could think of doing, to get him to stop shaking her and let her go. She bit him, hard, on the arm that held her tightly. Faeron let out a hiss of pain, and then screamed out in frustration, “YOU BIT ME! YOU DAMN BRAT BIT ME!” She took the moment to slip out of her dress and fall to the ground, then to scurry away from him as quickly as possible. “Oh, you’re not escaping me, damn brat!” He called out and chased after her.
Liliania ran as fast as she could, as the raging adult chased after her, her dress still in his hands. She started to pray for a miracle, when all of a sudden Lady Landra Dawnstrider suddenly came in front of Liliania’s path. She took in the scene of a little girl, in her underwear, running away from an adult male. Landra looked furious; with a booming voice she stopped her son, “Faeron! What are you doing?!”
Liliania hid from Faeron behind Landra, as the man stared at his mother, his rage still showing quite clearly on his face. “Removing this pest before she causes more trouble for this house!” he answered as he motioned toward the girl that hid behind his mother.
“You, have her dress, in your hands. Why do you have her clothing!?”
“She bit me!” He exclaimed showing her the bleeding teeth marks on his arm.
“So that means you have to undress her?”
“No! She did that herself!”
“I’ve heard enough!” barked Lady Landra. She snatched Liliania’s dress from his hands and gave them back to the girl. “Liliania, get dress, and go home. You will tell no one NO ONE of this matter. Do you understand me?”
Liliania nodded mutely.
“Good,” Landra said satisfied, and then she turned on her son. “You. Come with me. NOW.” She then led her son away to another room.
Liliania obediently put on her dress, and went home… right after she visited Nestáron with the intended apology. To this day, she never mentioned to anyone how she bit Faeron in the arm, and escaped his wrath by slipping out of her dress.
The sun was warm against her soft skin, like a comfortable blanket across her back. The silky breeze gently blowing through the field carried the smell of earth, grass, and flowers in blues. The insects hummed and buzzed as they did their business this afternoon, the birds chirped lazily to themselves in the tree, both sounded like a song of summer that no child fond of nature could resist. She certainly couldn’t resist the lure of a summer day, she never enjoyed being cooped up in a room with the book anyway.
Liliania sat in a meadow with grass taller than her waist, and blooming wild flowers. She appeared to be roughly nine or ten in human years. Her white hair was pulled back in a loose messy braid, with leaves and grass sticking out, as if she spent the entire day playing outside. Her tunic and leggings were covered in dirt and grass stains. Her freckled face had dirt smirked on it. Her blue eyes twinkled happily as she hummed to herself a nonsense song. Her hands were dirty and had green grass stains on the fingers as she bound grass and flowers together making a doll.
All young Quel’dorei girls knew how to make flower and grass wreaths, but few ever bother making dolls out of the material. These dolls only last a few days, to most girls, it simply wasn’t worth the effort. Liliania, however, preferred these grass dolls. She loved the way they smelled of grass and earth; she loved putting the effort to make them, as well as play with them; she loved the way no doll ever turned out the same.
“Who’s that?” A familiar voiced asked from behind. She looked over her shoulder to see Kaelava leaning over staring down at her newest creation. His long dark hair was tied back with a leather cord, but rogue strands fell out of the hold and over his face. His blue eyes looked intently at the grass doll, as if the identity of it was important, and there seemed to be a strange energy to it. Liliania couldn’t quite put her finger on what it was, but if she had to guess she would say he was nervous.
“Ann’da.” She answered, as she finished putting the red blossom on the head for hair.
“Oh.” He replied. He picked up another doll she finished making. It was more flower than grass, with a skirt and hair made out of white lily petals. “Is this you?”
“Nope, that’s Minn’da.” Liliania said cheerfully. “You want to play with me?”
“No.” Kaelava answered as he dropped the doll, “Dolls are stupid and for girls.”
“They are not!” Liliania argued her face flushing. She loved her dolls.
“Yeah they are.”
“No they aren’t.”
“Yeah they are.”
“Na huh!” She stood up and glared at him.
Kaelava blinked at her for a few minutes before shuffling a bit and looked away. “Yeah okay.”
She relaxed, having won the argument, and then looked down at her dolls. She no longer had the desire to play with them anymore, since Kaelava didn’t like playing with dolls. She didn’t bother picking them up, that was one of the reasons she liked grass dolls. You never bothered keeping them, but just made more when you were in the mood. Instead she turned her attention to Kaelava who seemed to be watching her. “You want to go fishing or swimming?” she asked.
“Okay.” He answered and shifted a little. Liliania couldn’t shake the feeling that her friend was nervous about something, though she didn’t understand why.
“Uh-fishing.” He answered.
“Okay, we got to go back to get the fishing stuff.” She turned around and began walking out of the meadow. Kaelava followed her, and silently the retrieved fishing gear from a shed near the Dawnstrider manor, and headed towards their favorite swimming and fishing spot.
Kaelava kept looking at her as they walked, making that nervous energy more obvious. Finally she had enough of it; she stopped and looked at him. “What?”
“You keep acting nervous or something.”
“Nervous?” Kaelava asked his voice squeaking. “I’m not nervous!”
“Then stop looking at me!” Liliania demanded, annoyed.
Kaelava quickly looked away, his face turning the same color as his hair. “I wasn’t looking at you!”
Liliania huffed, “Why are you acting so weird today?” She rolled her eyes, “Well weirder, boys are always weird.”
“I’m not acting weird!” Kaelava protested.
“Yes you are!”
Liliania sighed. “What’s wrong Kaelava?”
“Um...” Kaelava said and he looked around. Liliania looked around with him but didn’t see anyone. She grabbed his hand and pulled him closer to a tree, more out of sight from the village. She looked him right in the eyes.
“Kaelava, you can tell me. I won’t go and tattle, and being a girl, I’m much smarter then you are.” Liliania said solemnly.
Kaelava snorted. “No you’re not, you’re dumb.”
“No I’m not!”
“Yeah you are, all girls are!”
“Then why are you so nervous and me perfectly fine?”
“I’m not nervous!” Kaelava protested as he squirmed a little.
“Fine,” Liliania said sounding exasperated, “you’re not nervous and nothing is bothering you.”
“Right.” Kaelava agreed, relaxing a little.
“Even though something clearly is.” She replied.
Liliania didn’t bother responding to the protest. Instead she just shifted the fishing pole and tackle box in her hands and started towards the river again. The two children walked in silence for a while, with Kaelava constantly glancing over at Liliania. They get to the water and begin setting up their fishing poles. Neither still spoke, and Kaelava still found himself constantly glancing over at Liliania. Finally after a long time of awkward silence, just as they were ready to cast, he finally spoke up. “Hey Liliania?” He said, sounding nervous.
Liliania looked over at him, “What?”
Kaelava leaned over and kissed her quickly on the lips.
Liliania froze, stunned that her friend did that. Then an anger rose from within her. He just took her first kiss from her WITHOUT PERMISSION! Dreams of a handsome knight sweeping her off her feet, giving her true love’s first kiss, before riding off in the sunset where now broken, because her first kiss was now gone! Her face felt hot, as she blushed fiercely from the incident.
Kaelava looked at her face and started to back away, but it was too late for escape. Liliania tacked him to the ground.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ * * *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Nestáron walked by the water’s edge searching for something. He knew his quarry was close by the fishing equipment scattered on the ground.
“Nes! Nes over here!” Kaelava called out.
Nestáron turned and spotted Kaelava. He was tied to a tree with fishing line, with the word “JERK” written on his forehead with mud. For a moment Nestáron just stared, and then he burst into laughter. Kaelava scowled at him. “This is not funny!”
“I’m sorry Kaelava.” Nestáron apologized as he walked towards his cousin. He cut Kaelava free with a knife.
“You should be! This happened because of you!”
Nestáron grinned at him, “At least there’s no dispute that you didn’t chicken out. She is the only girl in the world that would tie up someone who kisses her!”
Kaelava rubbed the back of his head, “Yeah well, it would have been nice if she didn’t.”
“So then… how was it?” Nestáron asked grinning.
“Guess that means I won’t be able to dare you to do it again huh?”
“You don’t like her anymore?” Nestáron asked curiously.
Kaelava looked at his cousin then gave the goofiest grin Nestáron has ever seen. “I’m going to marry her someday!”
Nestáron hit his face with his palm. “Good grief, I don’t know if I should feel sorry for you, or be embarrassed by you.”
Kaelava smirked at his cousin. “Don’t tell anybody about this, and you can do either.” He started collecting the fishing gear, “Come one, I need a bath before dinner or Aunt Landra will have a cow.”
Nestáron nodded in agreement and helped Kaelava pick up the fishing equipment. It wouldn’t be until all three were much older, and Kaelava has passed away, before Nestáron told Liliania that the only reason Kaelava kissed her was because he dared him too.
My baby brother is an idiot, but a good soul. Out of the five of us, he would make the most sense to step up in Dad’s shoes and become the head of the family despite being the second youngest of the siblings. Nesáron is a lot like Dad. He’s the kind of person that will never give up, not on a person, not on a concept, not on anything. He has a strength that the rest of us – except for maybe Jenaveve – lack. He has the ability to be the light, for this family. The coming dawn, for the rest of us striders to look to.
I am quite the opposite. For one thing, I am not an idiot. I suppose that’s a good thing, since someone needs to keep a level head in this family. I don’t have that strength that Nes has, in fact there is only one thing in this world I will not give up on, my family. The rest could all swim in the neither for I care. The Horde, the Sin’dorei, the Quel’dorei, who ever the fel is our leader now, whoever the fel is the “Warcheif” I don’t care about any of them. None of them matter except that they influence us in our decisions. It’s why I’m not the Head of the House, why I am not “Lady Dawnstrider”, who ever is the leader of our clan will have to give a crap about these things.
Nes does a pretty good job caring too. Maybe a little too good of a job. I don’t understand why he goes and pours his heart out for complete strangers. Nor do I understand why he reaches out to those two broads to make them sisters. Honestly, he has three of them, shouldn’t that be enough? I guess I kind of understand why he wants to bring Lily in, she’s been an unaffiliated Dawnstrider for a full century. I don’t know about this Mayune gal though, and neither does she. I can tell by the way she acted when I made eye contact with her during Nes’s coronation. Still, there must be something about her for Nes to make her a family member without marrying her.
~ Ah, little brother, why do you surround yourself with beautiful woman, but never have one of your own? We’re going to need a heir eventually you know
Still, he is the light of the family now. His words now carry more law then Dad. He will lead us, care for us, portect us, and guide us through the day and the night. And as he is the light for us, I will be his shadow. I will stay in the dark to guard him against treaturey, to do things that need to be done but never spoken out loud, to be the blunt advisor, and to be the secret weapon.
I find it funny how he gets annoyed about my overprotectiveness. It’s only natural for me to attack the troll that hexed him, even if it was an “innocent” hex. Damn troll shouldn’t be hexing a noble to begin with. It’s only natural for me not to trust those he does. He can have the open heart to embrace everyone, I will be the one to keep my eyes open and my knife ready. After all everyone has a devil in them.
It’s not very fun being the family shadow. Most things I do I will never get credit, or blame, for. It will never be known for the rest of the family or anyone else. In fact, most of my family sees me as lazy. Most people see me as this rude sarcastic cynic that really needs to be laid. And by the light I really do. Still, someone needs to be the shadow. If there is light there is always shadow. Without the light there can be no shadow, and without a shadow, you could never identify the light.
Nestáron is the light. I am the shadow. We are opposites, and partners. We will be whatever we need to be to keep our family safe.
Late Night Visitor
Liliania slept in her bed. Her room was silent and dark. She felt a hand caress her thigh, then someone nuzzle her neck and she smiled, stirring from her sleep. “Mmmm” she said groggily, as she turned around towards the nuzzler, “Ven- Vanyá!” Liliania jerked up and glared at the sin’dorei woman. “What in the Light are you doing here? In my bed?”
Vanyá grinned at Liliania. “It’s late, time to sleep. I don’t have a cozy little bed of my own. I knew you wouldn’t mind sharing.” She started nuzzling Liliania again.
“Gah! No stop that!” Liliania pushed Vanyá arm’s length away. “What are you doing here?”
Vanyá sighed. “Well if you must know Ms. Noisy, a certain paladin which we both know sent me because he’s worried about you.”
Liliania frowned. “Nes is worried about me?”
Vanyá shrugged. “Shall we get back to sleep? Talk about this in the morning?” She reaches to grab Liliania again.
“Err... yes, but you aren’t sleeping here.”
“Lily!” Vanyá pouted at her.
“Couch!” Liliania pointed
“Okay, but if you get lonely, let me know and I’ll come right back.”
Liliania rolled her eyes.
Vanyá chuckled as she got off the bed and walked into the other room.
“Miss me already?”
“No! Just put on some clothing!”
“But what if you wan-“
“Trust me, I won’t!”
Vanyá chuckled again.
Secret Page of a Rogue - Might of Lordaeron
Might of Lordaeron.
I got to say, I’m not that impressed. You would think the last remains of this lost and forgotten kingdom would have at least a shred of the discipline the noble Quel’dorei taught them. It’s not that they all wanted to eat and burn the Scarlets. That’s just what you have to expect from a group of dead people and one weird ass Tauren. It’s that they don’t even think about how they go about ways.
They hear rumors that there might be Scarlets and they get all worked up. They don’t even confirm it! They just simply tell the entire order, than decide to go scouting in a few days. Their so called “meeting” wasn’t a meeting at all it was just a rally. They could have used the time to talk about the Scarlets so that everyone knew their M.O. and their usual tactics. Instead it was all “Kill them because we are supreme” Which is good for moral, but ultimately a waste of time.
They don’t take advice very well. My first advice was just to poison their food supply. Maybe add some of the plague they always leave around. This would be the easiest way to remove them, and best of all their bodies would still be in good shape for when they are raised again. After all the Banshee Queen’s motto has been “Kill ‘em and raise ‘em” these days. MoL didn’t like this. Didn’t satisfy their bloodlust.
My second advice was to allow the living to scout ahead in the search party. Since many priests and paladins can detect undead. Of course this was considered an insult to their undead party leader. Who believes that he has the ultimate power? Has to be a mage of some sort.
I’m not even sure why I had to show u to this stupid pet rally in the first place. Artrath sent word that this was to be a HonourBound meeting, yet I was the only one of the Order there. Not even the officers showed up. The commander of the Might of Lordaeron (never did catch his name) said that he was not impressed with Artrath. Personally I think Artrath made the right call in ditching this meeting, since nothing actually productive came from it. I’m just pissed as all hell that he didn’t inform me that I could ditch it.
I didn’t want to leave my post with Lily. I’m worried about her. She was bit for the second time by the same worgen... and she healed from it quickly. That’s the first physical symptom she has. The leader of MoL kept throwing Lily’s title around, as if she was a part of their organization too. “Matron will read this” “I will speak with matron on that” I told him he better do all that crap before Wednesday, but I didn’t tell him why.
If he doesn’t know what’s happening to Lily then that’s good for Lily. At this point I’m sure the less people know, the easier it will be to protect her. I particularly don’t want a bunch of trigger happy pyro undead fanatics after her ass.
I’m going to write to my brother Faeron about these chubs. I can’t keep an eye on HonourBound, Lily AND them. Faeron will have to do it. Bout time the slacker did something for this family.
Stupid Young - Vanyá Dawnstrider
Damnit my jaw hurts! It’s not the more serious injury. I’m going to be hobbling like a leopard gnome for a few days because of the leg, but not being able to speak IS FREAKING ANNOYING! Well it’s punishment for being stupid.
Base was attacked, by a Tauren Ebon Knight named Necrath. Some crazy lunatic whacko. He injured the general, the young flower, and Nes. I was ready for out his blood already. This bastard had the gulls to go after my family and my order.
We assembled to make a plan. Luckily the Commander isn’t the kind of kid that sits on a loss. He put us in squadrons, and put out a simple plan. Find the bastard, get the bastard, defend the wounded and have back up.
He wanted my squadron to set out looking for the bastard in the morning. That didn’t fly. Aleasa and I set out right away. The original plan was Aleasa would track him down, and then back off. I would then baby sit on his ass, until the teams were ready for attack. That was the plan.
Aleasa however, forgot the plan. She didn’t back off. She refused to leave me. The whacko sensed her presence and started looking for her. She panicked then, froze and whimpered. Luckily the bastard isn’t very smart; I was able to lead him away from where she was hiding.
Crooks showed up shortly after that. Instead of doing the smart thing – taking Aleasa and running. He confronted the bastard. This is why we don’t have very many old Sin’dorei, because all the young ones go do stupid things that get them killed.
We ended up engaging in him. How could we not? It’s not like I could just leave Crooks, take Aleasa and run. The boy would have been killed. We did end up retreating, but it was only after a point where I could grab both of them.
Luckily it was BEFORE someone got killed. Even luckier, I was the only one that suffered real damages. Unlucky, the bastard is still out there, and now we don’t have anyone babysitting him. We won’t know his moves now.
Crooks seem pissed off at me. He’s mad that I got injured and he didn’t. He’s mad that I refused to leave him to Necrath. He’s mad that in the end we failed. His main problem is that he’s too much like Saeldur. Damn I miss him.
Saeldur was always a bit moody. He always expected so much from himself. Everyone expected so much from him. That’s the price of being heir to the House. If someone played hero, if someone got hurt, and he was there, he was always pissy afterwords. He felt that he should have been the hero or the injured one. He would spend time just moping afterwords too, just like Crooks.
Fel, they even have the same obsession with hair.
I wonder what it would be like, if Saeldur lived. If he became the Head instead of Nestáron. Would our lives by any different? It’s a rather stupid question to ponder, because I’ll never know. Yet, I can’t help thinking it when I’m around Crooks. He’s just so much like him. The young hot head so eager to prove himself, so uptight, and sulky.
I miss you Saeldur.
A foam sword mage -- Jue'liet Dawnstrider
After initial reluctance, Thalion and Nestárion agreed to allow Faeron to begin training Juels in the basics of swordplay. Today would be its beginning, much to her chagrin. Faeron arrived at Juel’s door and opened it slowly as he took in the scene.
Juels slept soundly in her bed. She laid on her back with her arms sprawled across the bed. One of her legs hung off the ledge as she snored softly.
Her room was in shambles. Toys were scattered across the floor. Her desk was covered in various doodles. Her study textbooks were thrown in a corner, promptly forgotten. Giggles, her dragonhawk hatchling, slept happily in the open top drawer of her dresser.
Faeron raised a brow as he entered the room, clearly never seeing Juels’ room before in such a condition. After taking a couple steps into the room he tripped over a set of blocks in the shape of a building, lost his balance and landed face first on the floor in a small crash.
Juels jumped up, startled by the sudden noise and Giggles calls out a startled squawk. The Sin’dorei child looks about wildly then stares at her brother on the floor.
“Faeron!” she whines, “This is my room! Go crash in your own!”
Faeron pushes himself up as he sits his body on the heels of his feet. He chuckles, “More like a maelstrom crashed through your room and you didn’t notice. I expected more of you Juels. What kind of example are you settling for little Aerlinniel?”
“Then have Aerlinnel go away and be an example for someone else!” She snapped as she slumped back in her bed. She rolled over in attempt to go back to sleep, burying her head underneath a pillow. Giggles squawked at Faeron one more time then hopped off the dresser drawer and flew out the window of the room.
He looked at her incredulously, clearly annoyed at her inference, “You will not speak ill of your cousin nor of my daughter. You are the one who wanted me to train you, why the reluctance now that you are getting what you wanted?” He pulls the covers off of her and pulls her up from her bed.
Juels flails as she finds herself being vacant from her warm comfortable bed. “I’m not the one on insisting on being trained. you are~” She continues to flail. “Let go of me! You big jerkface! I’m telling Mom!”
He struggles to keep ahold of her as she flails around in his arms. Faeron’s face contorts into both frustration and amusement. “Apparently you don’t remember your own words very well. Besides, telling mom will get you nowhere as she was the one who decided that today would be the day that we begin; Before the sun is at height, when you normally wake up.” He chuckles to himself at this.
“Why is it,” Juels demands as she continues to struggle, “That everyone gets to decide what I do but me?” She manages to free herself of her brother’s grasp only to fall face first onto the floor with an “oof” She lays there for a moment before pushing herself up and glares at Faeron. “Go away.”
Faeron chuckles warmly to himself as he watches Juels fall flat on her face, “You lost your chance for that when you agreed to do this. Not to mention, you’re the one who wanted this, not I. We are trying to accommodate your wishes into this, little sister.”
“If we are accommodating to my wishes, then I wish to go back to sleep.” She whined. “It’s not like you’ll ever let me be a famous knight like Riven and the Lovehammer! Nooooooooooooooooooooo! I have to be a stupid ugly mage!” She huffs and folds her arms.
“We didn’t say that we’d be completely accommodating to you, just that we would take it into consideration. You cannot train to become a famous knight, in the dark, dear sister. You must do so in the light of the day. When your eyes can watch closely to what you need to be doing.” He copies her arm-crossing with a fake pouty face of his own.
Juels groans. “FINE!” She gets up with great reluctance then glares at her brother. “OUT! I’m not getting changed with a big fat ugly jerkface in my room!”
He has a wide smirk on his face, “Very well then, Juels. Out I go.” Faeron walked nonchalantly out of the room and closed the door behind him; walking downstairs to retrieve the foam sword for her training.
Jueliet met with him in the training hall. She managed to dress appropriately for physical training, with her loose tunic and leggings. She scowled at her brother clearly not in a good mood still.
Faeron wore his trademark green tunic and light leather armor; a remnant of his days as a ranger. The armor was worn at the edges but still very much ready for anything. He smiled sweetly to her, “As much as I know that you hated this, the fun part comes now..” He smirks a little at this. He hands her a foam sword and steps back into position.
“Your goal is to hit me with the sword while I try and block you.”
Juels eyed her foam sword, then at her brother. She grinned impishly then, and started chanting a spell. There is a great cold ‘POOF’ that happened, and to Juels’ dismay, her older brother was not encased in ice, she was. “GA!”
He readies himself for her spell and blinks as she encases herself in ice. Faeron takes one good look and then starts laughs heartily at her.
She glares and rages at him. The ice begins melting as the temperature around her body increases from her anger. “It’s not funny!”
Faeron is in mid-laughter as he speaks, barely able to, “It... so is.” He continues laughing uproariously.
Juels suddenly swings her foam sword and manages to hit her distracted brother in the shoulder. “HA! I win!”
He smirks slyly as she makes contact, “It will take more than that to win, dear sister...” He rubs his shoulder softly.
Faeron grabs a foam sword of his own and lunges at her, but not at the shoulder, the stomach or the face, but her legs, hoping to trip her unto the ground.
Juels falls to the ground and huffs at her older brother. She gets slowly. “This isn’t teaching me anything.”
“Oh, yes it is, Juels. It means you have to pay more attention to those in front of you, if you are ever to be able to fight like those heroes that you talk so much about. It starts here with attention and situational awareness. You cannot hope to do anything else until you master this.” He smiles sweetly as he talks, trying to impart a lesson that may not initially get through.
Juels groans. “Fine.” She holds up her form sword then charges at him, hoping to whack him in his face. His stupid jerkface.
As Juels charges, he looks away for just a second as she plows into him, knocking him onto the floor, butt first. He lands in a small thud and a quick exhale of breath, “That’s the spirit.”
Juels continues to whack his face with her foam sword. “I win I win I win.”
Faeron tries to shield his face with his arm as Juels continuously raps on it, “For now, you do, dear sister. Next time, we’ll see if that’s true.”
Juels sticks her tongue at him. “So then we’re done?”
Faeron simply nods to her with a warm smile, “Yes, we are. But next time, you will be ready on time, if you ever want to continue. We resume again tomorrow morning.”
Juels groans. She had a sinking feeling that she’ll never be able to sleep in again.