'To hide is not in my nature, I don't wish to hide from it' she glanced out the open window the moon was rising over the horizon, she drew her attention back to Lira who was searching in her grey eyes. 'But to tell you would possess you with the burden of the grief as well, and to do that whould be far too unjust for me to bear driving me into further sorrow' she sighed hurtfully as Lira felt the pain in her voice.
She looked aside at the night sky; Esgallhugwen wanted to weep at the beautiful stars because of Lira's soft haunting voice, but couldn't bare to do it with such company.
Esgallhugwen now longed to walk out among the stars like times long ago, where she didn't have such a burden among her soul. Lira stood patiently with curiosity in her blue eyes, wanting to help so badly.
'Lira' Esgallhugwen spoke softly 'you care much for one you do not know'. There was a brave hope within her, Esgallhugwen could see it in her blue eyes and in her mind.
How could one care so much for a complete stranger? In all her years, though they were short among the elves, she had never felt such openess and williness to help, even among her own Kin who chose to remain sundered from others of any race except those who remained among the household and land of her father.
Esgallhugwen had never wanted to go forth and look for others when her mother had lived, she had been content being with her loving mother and few friends, and did not see why her father sought to restrain his people from leaving and searching for new lands and other peoples of the same race or different, such as men, dwarves and even the little folk.
'Do you wish to go outside, perhaps for a ride?' Esgallhugwen asked politely, wanting to be under the rising moon and stars on this clear night, she didn't feel comfortable enclosed in this room while sharing it with another, no matter how kind she was. She felt it too cramped, it was pleasant to sleep in but not to talk or stay in for a long while.
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"...for the sin of the idolater is not that he worships stone, but that he worships one stone over others.
-8:9:4 The Witness of Fane"
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