Cinnamon Raymaker
Tossing and turning in her blanket cocoon, Elwing is startled awake. She takes in her surroundings and comes to the realization of where she is and what has happened here at Aztryd's gammy's home. The promise of a welcoming return home for the little mother and her precious daughter had raised so many hopes, but now those hopes have been dashed. Her mind racing, thoughts of her ally, the giant and gentle Alqua, flash before her. Food was bound to be scarce here, which meant that Alqua would be in danger once immediate supplies ran out. Not knowing how many survivors had managed to return to the clan home did not change the urgency of this situation. The fact that she had heard and seen a handful of the little fathers return carrying supplies from the surrounding area filled her with dread: Aztryd had warned Elwing herself that an axe might find its target when she had first flown to the Blue Mountains.
Looking around the small cave area in which she was quartered, Elwing spies a small table with what looks like parchment sitting atop it. She unfurls the blankets and carefully and quietly crawls across to the table. Yes! It is a small scroll. Now to find something with which to leave a message. There is no quill, but there is plenty of charred wood lying around the place in which the dwarf who had escorted her here had set the fire. Elwing picks up a sliver of charred wood and carefully scratches a message to her friend.
"Aztryd, sister, I am returning to Olwe for help. Taking Alqua home. Elwing."
Leaving the parchment on the blankets in which she had been cocooned, Elwing turns and warms her hands at the fire before pulling her uncle's cloak tightly around herself and heading quietly for the cave entrance. Thankful she now has soft, suede boots covering her much-warmed feet, she peers into the gloom of the tunnel outside the door. Hearing nothing untoward, she hugs the tunnel walls and quietly and stealthily makes her way back the way the dwarf had led her. The rise and fall of voices can be heard as she tiptoes past what she senses and smells is the kitchen area. Hearing her friend's voice in normal conversation she is happy that Aztryd and her child are safe for the moment and pushes on.
The crisp fresh mountain air hits her with a wall of cold as she steps outside. Quickly scrambling back to the place they had left Alqua, she finds the giant swan and snuggles into her neck, crooning words of comfort in the language they both know so well.
"Come, Alqua, we must return home. It will be a long, hard journey, but we have the promise of friends and safe haven when we return."
Satisfied that Alqua has understood and accepted her suggestion, Elwing and Alqua make their way to a higher point of the mountain where the wind currents will help their ascent, for they will fly much higher without the welfare of Aztryd and Nizl to consider. They very soon reach a higher peak that has a large enough clearing. Without a second thought, Elwing throws off her uncle's cloak and leaps into the air, shimmering into her swanlike form within a split second. Calling to Alqua, she watches as the giant swan flaps huge white wings to join her. They both spiral upwards on the currents and gracefully beat the air as they turn westward for Alqualonde.
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Looking around the small cave area in which she was quartered, Elwing spies a small table with what looks like parchment sitting atop it. She unfurls the blankets and carefully and quietly crawls across to the table. Yes! It is a small scroll. Now to find something with which to leave a message. There is no quill, but there is plenty of charred wood lying around the place in which the dwarf who had escorted her here had set the fire. Elwing picks up a sliver of charred wood and carefully scratches a message to her friend.
"Aztryd, sister, I am returning to Olwe for help. Taking Alqua home. Elwing."
Leaving the parchment on the blankets in which she had been cocooned, Elwing turns and warms her hands at the fire before pulling her uncle's cloak tightly around herself and heading quietly for the cave entrance. Thankful she now has soft, suede boots covering her much-warmed feet, she peers into the gloom of the tunnel outside the door. Hearing nothing untoward, she hugs the tunnel walls and quietly and stealthily makes her way back the way the dwarf had led her. The rise and fall of voices can be heard as she tiptoes past what she senses and smells is the kitchen area. Hearing her friend's voice in normal conversation she is happy that Aztryd and her child are safe for the moment and pushes on.
The crisp fresh mountain air hits her with a wall of cold as she steps outside. Quickly scrambling back to the place they had left Alqua, she finds the giant swan and snuggles into her neck, crooning words of comfort in the language they both know so well.
"Come, Alqua, we must return home. It will be a long, hard journey, but we have the promise of friends and safe haven when we return."
Satisfied that Alqua has understood and accepted her suggestion, Elwing and Alqua make their way to a higher point of the mountain where the wind currents will help their ascent, for they will fly much higher without the welfare of Aztryd and Nizl to consider. They very soon reach a higher peak that has a large enough clearing. Without a second thought, Elwing throws off her uncle's cloak and leaps into the air, shimmering into her swanlike form within a split second. Calling to Alqua, she watches as the giant swan flaps huge white wings to join her. They both spiral upwards on the currents and gracefully beat the air as they turn westward for Alqualonde.
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