Moment by moment, one heartbeat after the other, time moved slowly as the world around them once again sped towards war. It was harder here. Within the confines of a hospital bed and unable to help others, despite seeing them come in and out of the Shielded Mind.
Body broken, the maiden seemed at times almost to languish there. Her family was gone now, buried beneath the spread of an ancient tree on Starsong property, laid beside forebearers that went back generation after generation.
Aeviara counted her blessings, the names of some who hadn’t seen her in a long while even springing to lips. All in all, despite her training, Aevi was easy to care for as a whole. And though at times the pain in her head rendered unable to, the young woman was asking for reference material in hopes of finding an exact path to recovery.
Her thoughts did not stray far from Dicenne and their last conversation played over and over again in her head. It had been bittersweet, but in the end, they had talked. It wouldn’t be the first time and hopefully not the last, at least from her end. And sometimes in the dead of night when no one else was around, tears would fall. She missed him. She hoped that he was safe. And she wished with all of her heart for him to be happy.
In the early light of morning, and in a script that was not her own, a letter was forged.
I’ve been thinking of you and wanted to take the time to simply thank you for being who you are. With all that has happened, know, that you are ever in my heart and traipse through my thoughts quite frequently with those big boots of yours.
I have a difficult time being the patient and not the physician. I have heard that Doctor Xanelen is at the Broken Shore for some time to come. If the need there were not so great, I would try to arrange for copies of my records and my notes to be sent to him for another consultation. He and I share common fields and it is in my mind that perhaps he can see it from another angle or think of a different treatment. The doctor in Dalaran was quick to inform me that I would never hold a scalpel again. Perhaps I am foolish in hoping. I do not know.
It is strange to be home again. Perhaps it is that I have not reached out to many as of yet, but I find myself struggling with how. Papa would have had the answers, I am sure. I miss him so. It is an eventuality in life, and he had been afflicted for some time, but still, I was not ready. I’m still not. I know that you will understand better than anyone else.
I wish to know how you are doing and if there is anything I can do to help. I know, that you will tell me to focus on getting better. But I also know that there are probably one or two of the young men at Starsong Manor that are looking for something to put their shoulders to as their fathers deemed them a little too young to be trudging off to war. The first, is Jakair. He is thirteen years old and practically cut his teeth on a hammer. He has a good heart and a gentle spirit. It has pained him not to be able to be at the sides of his father and brothers in the fight right now. The second, is Dothce. He is the quieter of the two. Not as able as Jakair in manual labor, he is good at helping.
I apologize that this letter is not in my writing. I couldn’t manage the pen today. But tomorrow perhaps.
@xanelen (for the mentions) @dicenne @the-shieldedmind
