Aerdrie had led on quite easily. She remembered these paths from almost a half-century ago. She'd been young and her Grandfather had been taking the High King Dreargathe on a tour of the forests which were not yet under his dominion. It was the High King's job to protect the interests of the Great Father Elk God, Morointh, and sometimes that meant sweeping the realms they'd left to the other folk. The Valley of Tears was among them for obvious reasons.
As a younger elf she'd found the valley magical and lovely and even now the luster of colour and health around her set her heart at ease. She sat gracefully and happily in the teal grass running her hands up and down the blue and filling her eyes with the striking colours. If evil had once more set upon the Valley of Tears, it was her duty to see it back out. She almost seemed to be speaking to herself, "My people tell that the Valley of Tears first bloomed this colour when the Maiden who Weaves the Sky, Lilithane, fell in love with a mortal elf named Bearigne touched it with her magic saying so long as my love for you is, so shall the trees burn with my passion and the ground weep for the joy you bring me. Bearigne died many many many thousands of years ago, but her love for him is still as it was all those years ago and she leaves this valley to testify to that deep love. A dozen wars have been fought here for the land is a magical hotspot so the priests and wizards say."
She smiled feeling at home in the grass and looking upon the trees.
As a younger elf she'd found the valley magical and lovely and even now the luster of colour and health around her set her heart at ease. She sat gracefully and happily in the teal grass running her hands up and down the blue and filling her eyes with the striking colours. If evil had once more set upon the Valley of Tears, it was her duty to see it back out. She almost seemed to be speaking to herself, "My people tell that the Valley of Tears first bloomed this colour when the Maiden who Weaves the Sky, Lilithane, fell in love with a mortal elf named Bearigne touched it with her magic saying so long as my love for you is, so shall the trees burn with my passion and the ground weep for the joy you bring me. Bearigne died many many many thousands of years ago, but her love for him is still as it was all those years ago and she leaves this valley to testify to that deep love. A dozen wars have been fought here for the land is a magical hotspot so the priests and wizards say."
She smiled feeling at home in the grass and looking upon the trees.
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