"Come Ylli, you're coming with me today." Lithriel called.
Yllithia rolled over in the grass. She'd been staring at the clouds, a favorite past-time between her random sprints she'd take through the forest. She smiled at her father, the big, sweet grin she'd learned from her parents, her chubby cheeks squinting up her eyes. She was young, very young, just reaching the age of 52 the last spring; for a Kaldorei that lived forever she was still much a child, and it showed. Her eyes bright with innocence, unknown of the horrors that had passed millennia before hand, nor of those that would come to pass centuries from now. Her violet hair tussled from lack of care for it, her purple tinted skin light from the lack of sun, and her blue and violet hued tattoos of butterfly wings playing such a contrasting role to her features, dark they were, while causing the rest of her to seem even more illuminated in the moon.
"Where we going Papa?" She chirped propping herself up on her bony elbows.
"To the temple Ylli. Your mother can't watch you today, she's been away from her work for too long and grows restless." Lithriel sighed at the comment. "She may not be back for a few days, you'll be coming with me for a while." He held out a small knapsack perfect for her lithe frame. "I've gathered a few things to keep you busy. If you're lucky I might read the scrolls to you." He smiled trying to entice her up.
With this Yllithia shot up and scurried to snatch the bag. Her father had always told her stories, the ones he'd read from the books in the temple, the ones he remembered from his time before Hyjal , oh how she loved to hear of the times past. Not near her full size she was still small, 5'8" at most, that would change with time like it did with all of her race.
"Okay!" She exclaimed stiffening from her own excitement, almost pummeling into Lithriel from her speed and noticeable lack of coordination.
Lithriel chuckled as he braced himself. He really did love his daughter, he always wanted a child and a family. Perhaps in a few hundred years he could talk Lliahandria into another, time would tell on that matter. Lliahandria , although a loving and caring mother and wife, wasn't one to keep locked up indoors. She would have departed after the first ten years if Lithriel hadn't coaxed her into raising their daughter. “There's others to scout, others to see what needs to be done, think of your daughter, she's the only one you have. Besides! The temple is regarding me in higher standings, they've appointed me as the "Lorekeeper" here.” He remembered those words that had kept his wife's need to keep moving suppressed. It was only a matter of time that she would depart again, he knew this. Maybe in a few hundred years they could have another, he'd be able to come home to her every morning.
"There's a cloak in there too if you get cold Ylli. It's not exactly the warmest of places in the basement." He smiled at her as she tossed the sack over one shoulder, allowing the other strap to just dangle.
"I'm okay Papa. 'Member, you've taught me to rely on myself, I know when I'm cold." Ylli assured her dad. "I'm gonna race ya!" Ylli yelled as she took off.
"Hey! You got a head start!" He called after her and strolled down the slightly beaten path towards the town. She'd tire soon enough and that'd give him plenty of time to take in the evening before working away in the stone walls, cataloging and organizing.
Maybe she'd take up after him, he mused to himself, a slight pride building. Yllithia was a bright one, she was a fast learner and seemed to love the lore of her people. A perfect candidate for a Lorekeeper. At this young of an age, perhaps she'd be easily taught that the temple was the best place for her, a priestess, my daughter a priestess. Lithiel didn't have to walk far before he came upon his daughter, laying sprawled in the grass, knapsack clearly forgotten ten feet before she'd apparently decided for a rest. She was staring at the grass intently, poking a blade or another here and there.
"Ylli, what in Azeroth are you doing? Find a bug did you?" Lithiel chuckled picking up her sack.
"Papa, do you think it hurts the grass when it's plucked from it's home?" Her brow knit up as she parted the grass, nose nearly in the dirt.
Lithiel frowned. "I don't know the ways of the earth Ylli. The people is what I've learned of. As any being would be harmed, maybe not in a visible manner but harmed none-the-less, when pulled from their home, so I assume does even the smallest blade of grass when it must-" he choked for a moment thinking of his wife leaving again. "When it must be apart from that it knows of home. But as all know, it's the way it must be, so should the earth know that it will lose one of many from time to time."
Yllithia rolled over onto her back, looking up at the small wisp of clouds passing by the bright orb in the sky. It wasn't a hard concept for her to understand, everything felt, and nothing wanted to be alone. "Papa? What about the clouds and the rain? Does that mean each drop causes the spirit of water to suffer so?"
Lithiel chuckled at this. "YlliYlli smiled, apparently pleased with her fathers answer. "Now come along Ylli, I need to brush out your hair, presentation and perception."
Yllithia hopped up and ran to her father, sure enough her hair needed brushing, though nothing a few sweeps of finger tips wouldn't fix. "Won't they like me just the way I am?" She looked up with big eyes. Never had she met the people her father worked with, nor seen the basement of the temple. She'd visited a few times, but always with her mother who preferred to meet outside where she was most at home.
Lithiel smiled has he straightened Yllithia's tunic over her long sleeves. "They'll love you as much as I little one. Now put a smile on your face. Perception. It's your first obstacle. It's the way you present yourself in which people will trust, keep it there or you'll lose your only advantage." He taped her nose as Ylli grinned. So full of wisdom her father was, this wasn't the first time she'd heard such a saying, and surely it wouldn't be the last.
Taking up her knapsack she clasped Lithiel's hand, together they walked the rest of the way to the temple. Ylli thinking of what solitude really meant, no one wanted to be alone. Lithiel also on the same line of thinking, Lliahandria was leaving again, he understood it must be sacrificed, but her home would miss her dearly.
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