Knowledge; Yllithia

Yllithia sighed as she laid the over sized book down. She looked around her to see new stacks, new piles of things to catalog and organize. "Papa?" She queried. A grunt let her know he heard her. "Are you happy here?" The pages he was turning stopped. There was a small scruff from the other side of the library and moments later he was standing in front of her, brow furrowed.

"Ylli, why do you ask such a thing, of course I am." He sounded sincere, but worried at the same time. His silver pools looking over her mass of texts she had laying around her.

"I hear things Daddy. I don't know how you can be happy with such venom above dripping down on you."

"Hush. They're but thoughts that shan't go anyplace, Ylli. Listen not to the words bu-"

"But to the language." She finished him off. She'd heard it several times. She thought back to the first day she had seen this glorious white temple, how she wanted to pass through the doors and meet more like her father, more that would love her and accept her. He was a glimmering jewel in the sand it seemed. None wished to open their arms to her. Her mother had kept a hand in front of her, holding her back from running through the archways as they waited on Lithriel to come out and meet them. The look of unease as she stared at this place, it was something Yllithia didn't understand, how could something so pure looking, something her father dedicated his life to, be foreboding and unwelcoming.

Ylli looked down, running her finger over the ancient text sitting on her lap. Since Lliahandria had taken back to the field Ylli had spent many nights finding out what the people here were like. She stuck to the basement with her father. The cold stone drowned out the whispers she heard so clearly when walking the halls. They were always muttering about Lithriel and his lack of strength in Elune, even going so far as to presume he wasn't welcomed but to do the deeds no one wanted. She, herself, was in those whispers at times, a nuisance, nothing but a child caught underfoot. They'd voice their wishes for her to not even be there. She heard them, and it was dark thoughts indeed that kept her below. Fifty-six years had passed since she entered through the doors of this place, wanting nothing more than to see why Lithriel loved it so, and in that time she found only his love for it to be a reason to stay. Fifty-six years of spending most nights hidden away from even the sounds of the outside so that Lithriel could do what he was destined to do, keep books believing his Goddess, her Goddess, was happy with his drive to do such.

Lithriel moved to where she sat taking up a seat as well. "Ylli, do you have love for Elune?"

Yllithia blinked. What an odd question coming from her father. "Of course Dad! She gives us the love we need so selflessly, I return it in kind. I come here and feel her in my heart Papa, I know you love her as well." She bit on her lip wanting to express how she believed others here were just mockeries of that kindness and love they claimed.

"I do, Ylli. And I know you do as well. She shows us where we belong, and only by her choice do we find what makes us happy. She has shown me that here, among the lore is where I'm suited." Lithriel chuckled softly, "There was a time I believed otherwise, but that was much before I was gifted with you, and even further before I met your mother." Ylli frowned, still playing her fingers over the old words. "It's what I do, Ylli. It's what we do." She nodded, knowing her place in life was something that would come with time, slowly she was growing into adulthood, a hundred years was nothing in the long span of the Kaldorei's.

"We are Loreweavers." She said finally. "We shall be "Lorekeepers" and the ones that tell the tales that most have forgotten. It's our love for the books that keep our race continuing on. No one truly dies as long as word of mouth spreads what they once were. We shall never pass into nothingness if there is but one that will remember the flesh we once held."

Lithriel smiled softly, his pride that his daughter paid such close attention to his words was overwhelming. "It's what we do, Ylli."

Yllithia nodded, accepting this. "It's what we do." She wanted to sigh but instead forced a smile on her face for her father. Lithriel wrapped an arm around her shoulders and kissed her forehead.

"Perhaps if you were to see the studies of others you might understand. Each priest has a mentor teaching them the incantations of her holy light, it would do you good to begin speaking with the Elders about what you shall become."

Ylli pressed her lips, leaning her head against her fathers shoulder. He wanted her to be a priest. She knew this. She knew he hoped that bringing her to work with him, under his watchful eye, she would bloom into a great priestess with his guidance. Knowledge would allow her to excel. Knowledge of what was, what is, and what will be. Another antidote her father had repeated when she first asked why she must spend her nights here instead of playing with Landrien.

"Knowledge of what is." Ylli repeated the thought aloud.

"And what will be." Lithriel smiled giving Yllithia'sYlli. You can learn of pasts later. I'll arrange for someone to speak with you soon enough, you've many years still ahead of you before they'd like you to start your training."

"They want me here Papa?" Ylli looked up bright eyed.

"Of course Ylli. You're a daughter of Elune, you will become a sister among us eventually."