Night of relaxation

The wind whipped through Eleaie's hair as he stood in the battlements on the roof of his keep, looking over the bay of Tel'Ruid toward the fleeting sunset. Clad in his daily attire of a losse-fitting sleeveless shirt and breeches made of elven fine silk, the wind had a very calming affect, along with the chirping of songbirds and the cool serenity of the crashing waves. While the forces of nature worked its calming wonders, thoughts raced through his head of expected questions and answers he would give to those at his interview the very next eve. But one question was the one he feared above all else, and had nothing to do with them asking him. "Will i make it back home in time before the demons slaughter my home village?" He had trust the village could take care of itself, though he did have his doubts. He wanted to exterminate the source of the problem as soon as he could, and he would not go back until he mastered the art of Bladesong, nor until he had many friendly blades and bows at his back. He had gained many mellon'ras in the Tel'Mithrim, and was sure they would back him even if they did not accept him. Even in the worst cases, he would not abandon his friends, or his family. Not until the earth hath crushed his bones under it, and the fossils blow away. With that thought, he turned from the rooftop, and crept off for his night meditation.

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> The wind whipped through Eleaie's hair as he stood in the battlements on the roof of his keep, looking over the bay of Tel'Ruid toward the fleeting sunset. Clad in his daily attire of a losse-fitting sleeveless shirt and breeches made of elven fine silk, the wind had a very calming affect, along with the chirping of songbirds and the cool serenity of the crashing waves. While the forces of nature worked its calming wonders, thoughts raced through his head of expected questions and answers he would give to those at his interview the very next eve. But one question was the one he feared above all else, and had nothing to do with them asking him. "Will i make it back home in time before the demons slaughter my home village?" He had trust the village could take care of itself, though he did have his doubts. He wanted to exterminate the source of the problem as soon as he could, and he would not go back until he mastered the art of Bladesong, nor until he had many friendly blades and bows at his back. He had gained many mellon'ras in the Tel'Mithrim, and was sure they would back him even if they did not accept him. Even in the worst cases, he would not abandon his friends, or his family. Not until the earth hath crushed his bones under it, and the fossils blow away. With that thought, he turned from the rooftop, and crept off for his night meditation.
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