Times have changed somewhat since I first wrote this background. The druid once more walks on her own, but this time she’s confident in her abilities. And she’s relearning how to pick up her killing feathers, having had little chance to wear them over time. But this is my tree’s background in all its simplicity.
Why am I posting it? Nostalgia, perhaps. Maybe a reminder to myself that I can still role-play. Maybe that I’m thinking of downloading an RP addon. I don’t know. Anyway, here it is. Make of it what you will.
She gazed at the spider busy with spinning its web. Her head was filled with all sorts of thoughts, and none of them were to do with the moment at hand. She didn’t need to listen to the words, she knew too well that no matter how hard she’d tried, swords were not for her. The last time she’d attempted to use one, she’d nearly killed her tutor, then dropped it by mistake. It was a wonder she still had all her fingers. They’d despaired of her skill, but couldn’t help admire her determination at the time, while thinking of different means to keep her as far away from any form of blade as was elvishly possible.
The spider had finished spinning its web and was now sat in the middle, patiently waiting…
“I’m very much afraid this path isn’t for you, dear child.. ” The words pulled her back to the here and now with a jolt of shock. Despite the kindness in the voice, she felt cold, frightened. Wasn’t this what the women did? What was left to her now?
A fly landed in the middle of the web, realised its mistake too late, struggled but for no purpose. The spider skittered towards it, dancing its way through the trap.
Her face must have betrayed her. The sentinel paused before continuing. “I know it’s traditionally our role…however…..” There was an uncomfortable pause. She didn’t need to tell the girl she could never be a sentinel.
The spider was busy wrapping its victim tightly in silk now. All struggling had ceased.
She felt for the fly. Trapped, tied up. A dead end.
“Is there anything else that calls to you?” The night elf shook her head, trying not to cry.
“No…nothing…..I…not…..able…to defend these lands……I thought…please excuse me….” She fled before any further questions could be asked.
She hid away for a time. Sat by the lake, gazing into the waters each evening, wishing for an answer, struggling to find a way, a path. Sometimes she’d forget about herself, lost in the moment, lost in the beauty of the surroundings. She’d always known how much these lands meant to her. And now she hated her inability to defend them, she hated herself. She understood the need for harsh measures better than most. To live, the wolf must kill the rabbit, the spider the fly…..The balance of nature was delicate and at times unkind. And she was not, by any means, a gentle creature.
Finally she came to a conclusion that, as is generally the way with important matters, should have been all too obvious for her. She returned to the sentinel who had been harsh but kind, and told her of her decision. Surprisingly, the woman didn’t laugh. Instead she penned a few words on a sheet of parchment, and handed it to the girl with directions. “This should help you on your way, it’s a letter of introduction.” She met the girl’s eyes and for once there was a hint of a hopeful smile. “ It is never easy fighting against tradition. I wish you luck.”
That last fight had been tough, and somehow she’d managed to keep everyone in one piece. She wasn’t quite sure how she’d managed it, but they’d gotten through together, and were now stood on the deck of an airship, having escaped the grasp of the Lich King. She slumped against a mast and smiled to herself, catching her breath, exhausted but exhilarated. She wished that her mentor could see her now…
It had felt like such a long time ago that she’d made that decision. It felt like a long time since she’d handed that letter to the druid in Moonglade, and waited for him to laugh. Instead, he’d taken a long and hard look at her, before nodding acceptance. Some of the lessons had been easier than others. She’d devoured the details of the land, of the ways of nature eagerly. She had learned to wield the power of balance swiftly. Even wielding a staff had been relatively easy. But she had struggled desperately when it came to nurturing, to healing, to caring. And like a sweet berry in the midst of the brambles, it taunted her….. “Go,” he had said to her. “Go, find your way in the world out there. Make a difference. And if you don’t look so hard, it may find you ….”
It had felt like a long time too since she’d wandered into a glade full of spiders, lured by the sounds of combat. A young Night Elf was struggling amidst them, and it was evident he needed help – despite his valiant attempts to fend them off. She paused for the briefest of moments. Should she heal him? Should she interfere with nature weeding out the weak? But he looked far from weak, and he’d moved so naturally with the fight…. and she was here. Walking away was tantamount to killing him, and she didn’t think she could do that. Besides, he was fighting against tradition too, and she understood all too well the difficulties that brought. She took a deep breath and let loose her power. Afterwards, he’d looked both grateful and relieved when she’d offered him company on the road to adventure. It made sense,they were both travelling the same way, there was more safety in numbers, and much as she hated to admit to it, she was beginning to find a solitary road lonely.
The Gnome mage looked at her. “You did well there.” he said. “Thought I was a goner.” She smiled at him. “It’s what I do.” she replied. The Night Elf warrior smiled.
“And you’re good at what you do.” He waited awhile until the others had gone. “So….I hear there are foulnesses still out there…..Care to put on your killing feathers and come and help this warrior do some damage to them?” She laughed.
She’d found her place at last.