Change (II)

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[377] Nymaya: Change (II)
Thu Mar 12 20:11:48 2009
To: New_Thalos Imm Fastia Baruch Tikhondrius Zsiera ( RP )
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The child was beautiful.

But from the moment she saw Maerala, she could not help but feel an
uncomfortable stirring. The white hair, the big curious eyes - so much
innocence..

It had been a very, very long time since Nymaya had stood in the presence of a child and a part of her recoiled. She tried hard not to think of her own two, lost now to whatever fates they had decided for themselves, but the subject inevitably arose.

Change was dictating that she face these things, that in order to fix what
had been broken, she step back upon the path - set herself directly before
her greatest fears again. In a way, she likened herself to the toddler,
taking her first careful steps in life, only there was no great excitement.
The experience did not hold the same sort of wonders. In its place there
reigned a sluggish river of uncertainty, fear and anger, with a smattering
of hope.

She briefly reflected on the irony of this. She had never been afraid to
place herself in the path of aggression. She had faced off against
countless threats in life without hesitation but she could not seem to
confront the questions of legacy and future with solid answers.

It felt terribly frustrating and left her irritated. What she could not
seem to do for herself, she could in the name of duty, but that felt like a
cop out at best.

Bitter cold winds whipped about, snapping her cloak at her booted ankles,
bringing her back to the moment at hand. She had not been able to resist
the draw back to the icy plains, back to the barren chill of Icewall.

The spire rose in the distance, cloaked now and then by whirlwinds of snow.
She had never known this place to be calm, having had more then enough
reason to traverse its plain numerous times in the past, and it had not
changed.

Not since her first foray here - in the taloned grasp of the ancient white,
Zsiera.

Shying away from that memory, she drew her sword, the metal hissing softly
as it came out of the baldric and narrowed her gaze at the horizon even as
she put her back to the spire and continued on. She hadn't intended to
linger for longer then it took to arrange her thoughts, but night was coming
on fast and she knew that the wolves would be out in force.