Sweetness; Yllithia

There were whispers, of course there were. Priests and priestesses liked to speak in hushed tones. Never really showing who they were, they'd conceal any hard feelings with a smile and respectful bow, then the whispers would come when they believed you were out of earshot. It sickened her. Yllithia hated the way they all seemed two face, hated the way they had spoke of her father, of her mother, and now of her as she walked the halls. She'd grind her teeth, she'd hold back a growl, but she learned quick enough that her father had been right about the smile. It was her most powerful weapon.

She silently walked the corridor. Silence was second nature to her, so many years training to do it just right proved to give her the upper hand in these treacherously unfriendly halls. Finally coming to a stop she held her breath, listening for the murmurs of those hushed tones she'd grown so used to eaves dropping on. Sure enough he was speaking to someone. "We can't keep her doing field work forever. She's too smart, too cunning. I've seen her playing with the old text books."

"Yes... we can't keep her with the books, she knows how to find things too well there as well." The feminine voice muttered. No doubt a high priestess that felt threatened by Yllithia's natural affinity to the magics of Elune.

"We're going to have to train her eventually. She's stubborn and won't take the constant brush offs." Yllithia grinned at this. They too were smart, but not half as her she believed. What were they without their millennia of learning the same incantations and spells over and over again, nothing. The only power they possessed was that they'd had beaten into their heads.

"Perhaps... perhaps we can give her just enough to push her out. She'd believe she was able to fiend for herself out in the field, that's where she belongs, not here among us." The high priestess formed the thought slowly. Now was Yllithia's chance. It was true, she wasn't happy here. What they believed they knew of Elune was close to nothing more than a cult of lost souls that were lucky enough to have miracles. They were weak, they had nothing to impart to her.

She backed up a few feet then made sure to allow her cloth padded feet scruff against the marble, walking towards the doorway again. She felt the tension in the air for a moment as the voices stopped. She even felt the priestess reach out in her mind to identify Yllithia. Yllithia didn't stop it, she wanted them to know she was here now. She filled her thoughts with the lake outdoors and her love for swimming. This, it seemed, pleased both the priestess and the priest, for when she stepped around the corner of the door way they both had a pleasant smile on their faces and the thick haze of deception and fear of being caught had dissipated.

"Good eve mi'lord, mi'lady!" She over emphasized the bow in her happy-go-lucky attitude. "And how fare the both of you? I didn't expect for Tryleon to have company lady Clexa. My apologies if I interrupted anything of importance." Yllithia smiled and looked between the two questioningly, further putting their nerves to ease with her obvious lack of concern.

"Oh no. We were just discussing upcoming classes for those such as yourself my dear." Clexa smiled, though hers was cold and calculated, she never was good at giving off the supposed warmth Elune blessed her with.

"Classes?" Ylli tried to sound excited. "For me? And I thought you'd have me keep the books for decades. Hrm. Speaking of which, it seems there's a lack of lore on the younger races mi'lord." She turned her attention to Tryleon. "I can't very well make our thirst of knowledge complete without such things.... I hear Stormwind has a vast library." Tryleon perked up from his chair he'd been lounging in, looking to Clexa they both grinned, obviously sharing the same thought Yllithia had so easily presented to the two. "Of course, with this talk of classes perhaps the library could wait. Fall into disarray again. And be completely lacking in what it was intended for..." She frowned pretending to be hurt by this thought.

"No. I've got an idea!" Tryleon nearly shouted clapping his hands. "Yllithia, you've been charged with the bookkeeping, and if you notice a way our temple could be better it should be suggested. Clearly we lack everything we need." Yllithia kept her grin under wraps, she just nodded her sweet smile on her face.

Clexa interrupted, "Those humans wouldn't be able to keep our library up either, by the time someone sorts through everything in their keep that we're missing they'd have passed away with their short life spans." Yllithia nodded in understanding. This was working perfectly.

"Oh, perhaps we need someone to do it for them?" She was careful in posing the question, slowly and as if it had never crossed her mind.

The two easily manipulated elders nodded. Tryleon finally spoke up regaining his composure for his (what he believed) stroke of genius in removing Yllithia from the temple for an extended period of time. "Yllithia, as a Loreweaver we feel it'd be a job best suited for you. Think of everything you could learn. You'd be imbued with such understanding of the past, there would be no other able to quote all histories."

She bit on her lip in her thinking fashion and nodded. "If it's what Elune asks of me, it's what I shall do."

"It's what Elune wishes." Clexa nodded with her satisfied grin.

Tryleon nodded in agreement. "She shall bless your journey young one."

Yllithia could hardly hold back her snarky remark. "Of course she will. I shall gather my things at once. I'll leave in the morning for Stormwind. I wouldn't want to put the temple out for too long without a bookkeeper, those lessons sounded promising."

"Take your time. We've centuries to teach you young one." Tryleon commented.

Yllithia nodded again, offered her cute smile and bowed gratefully. "I shall."

With that Yllithia turned and nearly skipped off. Those here didn't respect her, they didn't want her to cause a commotion with her obviously exemplary knowledge in all things. They'd never teach her the ways of Elune, never as long as people knew she'd be great. Oh how easy they were to manipulate with just a few words. Perhaps growing up in the temple wasn't so bad after all.