8 Ymiden 717
Edalene had awoken quiet and melancholy that trial. Her bed, too large. The weather, too cold. She could feel an aching between her shoulder blades, and it was foreign to her. Was this what Aeodan felt like all over when he woke in the mornings? Or, she thought, did the pain become so standard that what she thought was unbearable was a regular morning for her brother? Sighing, she tried to roll the pain out of her shoulders, but she couldn't. It would sit there all day, she knew, mocking her, tantalising her, unable to remove its heavy weight on her body.
She rolled out of bed, and a gasp escaped her lips as the pain ricocheted through her body. Stuffing a fist to her mouth, she stood and dressed slowly, taking her warmest clothes and dressing. She heard noises in the kitchen, Aeodan and Duncan starting their mornings, but this morning - she could not face them. It would be too much to face their love and support, when right now it felt as though her heart was breaking. Quickly she moved through the apartment and shut the door behind her, moving quickly through the hallway. As she left, she heard the noises quiet in the apartment, and she moved as quickly as she could away. Edalene thought she heard the door open, but she turned the hallway before she could be called back in. Not today. Edalene couldn't handle it today.
It was cold outside - obviously. Always cold. The library would be warm, as would the Academy, but Aeodan would know to find her there. She walked through the snow, not making eye contact with anyone who walked by. It felt like a demon sitting on her back, the pain in her shoulders. Her bear looked at worriedly, his features almost human, but he plodded beside her in the spirit world, not seen to anyone but her. There was one place she wanted to go, now. One place she could find wisdom.
Edalene came to the Temple of Worship, and quickly moved past the impassive guards that stood by the doors. She did not look at them, but instead moved into the large building, amalgamous as it was. Edalene swallowed, making sure she did not move by anyone or interrupt their space, and instead went to sit where she could, beside a large brazier that warmed her up.
And then she sat. Silent.
Waiting for words and wisdom to come and save her from this pit of despair she could not climb out of.
Edalene had awoken quiet and melancholy that trial. Her bed, too large. The weather, too cold. She could feel an aching between her shoulder blades, and it was foreign to her. Was this what Aeodan felt like all over when he woke in the mornings? Or, she thought, did the pain become so standard that what she thought was unbearable was a regular morning for her brother? Sighing, she tried to roll the pain out of her shoulders, but she couldn't. It would sit there all day, she knew, mocking her, tantalising her, unable to remove its heavy weight on her body.
She rolled out of bed, and a gasp escaped her lips as the pain ricocheted through her body. Stuffing a fist to her mouth, she stood and dressed slowly, taking her warmest clothes and dressing. She heard noises in the kitchen, Aeodan and Duncan starting their mornings, but this morning - she could not face them. It would be too much to face their love and support, when right now it felt as though her heart was breaking. Quickly she moved through the apartment and shut the door behind her, moving quickly through the hallway. As she left, she heard the noises quiet in the apartment, and she moved as quickly as she could away. Edalene thought she heard the door open, but she turned the hallway before she could be called back in. Not today. Edalene couldn't handle it today.
It was cold outside - obviously. Always cold. The library would be warm, as would the Academy, but Aeodan would know to find her there. She walked through the snow, not making eye contact with anyone who walked by. It felt like a demon sitting on her back, the pain in her shoulders. Her bear looked at worriedly, his features almost human, but he plodded beside her in the spirit world, not seen to anyone but her. There was one place she wanted to go, now. One place she could find wisdom.
Edalene came to the Temple of Worship, and quickly moved past the impassive guards that stood by the doors. She did not look at them, but instead moved into the large building, amalgamous as it was. Edalene swallowed, making sure she did not move by anyone or interrupt their space, and instead went to sit where she could, beside a large brazier that warmed her up.
And then she sat. Silent.
Waiting for words and wisdom to come and save her from this pit of despair she could not climb out of.
