Again, she found herself running from the town. This time, for an entirely different reason. The boy wasn’t the only one in Feralas.
When they first said her name, her first instinct was to run. That little brat. What was she doing here anyway. She had hesitated. The handsome older druid was a convincing reason to not run, but in the end, she decided she really didn’t want to run into the girl.
The druid, Ornasse he said he name was, had spoken with her for a time. He mentioned a mate and a child, but she saw none. He did not protest when she sat close to him, though he seemed not to notice, not even when she pushed her cloak back to reveal more cleavage. She hadn’t been wearing the most revealing garments. Perhaps that was the problem.
She slowed as she reached the top of the ridge overlooking the town. The old druid had mentioned that he also had an adult daughter. He said he didn’t know about her. He said his daughter’s mother was angry with him. How could she be angry when he didn’t even know? From what the druid had told her, the woman had left him. She thought of Ellorian. She had wanted to tell him. She was going to. That little brat scheduled their trip to Auberdine a day in advance. She had told Ellorian that she would come to see him that night. She wondered how long he waited. He must have worried, and when she didn’t return at all, he must have worried more. If anyone had a right to be angry…
She made her way through the brush cover along the path to the small clearing where she made her camp. She had a great view of the town from this spot. The demon woman had also come to the moonwell. She had thought, at first, that the demons meant to taint the moonwell. They could turn it into a repository for fel energy. She had seen that happen before, but no, this one wielded the light. She could channel it. The old druid had insisted that it was not a trick. Perhaps Feathermoon Stronghold was not under assault by demons after all.
Not that she planned to take any one’s word for it. It could have been a trick. The druid could be under their control, but she wanted to believe him. She had apologized to him.
That was when the girl’s name was mentioned. One of the other boys was staying in town too. She assumed it was the older one. He made excellent perfumes. They had mentioned the girls brother was opening a perfume shop. He had always refused to sell his perfumes before. He didn’t want to run a shop. He had refused to help keep Farlahn’s shop open when he passed. She wondered what could change his mind.
She changed out of her leather armor, and slipped her plate armor on instead. With orcs on the road, it would be safer to wear it. The other boy had mentioned his twin the previous night. She was sure he was a fine druid by now, if he had taken up training when he turned 300 like he said he would.
She peeked over the grass on the ridge, and looked down into the town. The sentinels were practicing their drills. Behind one of the buildings she saw a male working. He was dumping water into a barrel. She recognized him immediately from his feathery white hair and his short frame, even from this distance. Her oldest boy. She smiled as she watched him fill the barrel.
A tear ran down her cheek as he went inside and disappeared from view.