Kasinda knew her mother was hurting. She knew her father was hurting. She was hurting because they were, so was her brother despite putting up a stronger front. Anyways, Taeron has someone to talk to. Kasinda was alone, with her talent of healing. But not even her powers and talents could heal a breaking, lonely heart.
Unable to deal with her mother's sadness and her father's mourning, even after all these years, she knew she had to leave. Maybe she could find her brother? Maybe she could find happiness and love like in the stories her mother used to tell her.
Her startling green orbs flickered to the window, peering out to the stary sky, wrapping her slender arms around her body as she sat on her bed.
Tonight she would leave, she decided, leaning over and grabbing a pen and paper, writing out the note she would leave behind.
Her neat scrawl began:
She wanted to write more, but the words wouldn't come. Even a few tears fell, staining the page and forcing the ink to run. But folding it quickly, and propped it up on her beside table, reaching under her bed and pulled together a small bundle of clothes together.
Kasinda listened to the sounds of the silent night, knowing that her mother and father were already in bed and that Taeron was out for the night. So, her path free, she lightly made her way downstairs, slipping into the kitchen and gathering a few items for her trip, mostly food and a few herbs that she had grown herself and merely couldn't part with before disappearing into the stables behind the family home.
"Goodbye mother, goodbye father," she whispered, swinging into the spotted mares back and trotting into the distance.
Unable to deal with her mother's sadness and her father's mourning, even after all these years, she knew she had to leave. Maybe she could find her brother? Maybe she could find happiness and love like in the stories her mother used to tell her.
Her startling green orbs flickered to the window, peering out to the stary sky, wrapping her slender arms around her body as she sat on her bed.
Tonight she would leave, she decided, leaning over and grabbing a pen and paper, writing out the note she would leave behind.
Her neat scrawl began:
Dear Mother and Father,
I am leaving, I'm sorry. I cannot stay here anymore, I must travel and find my calling. The elves do not need my healing, and I miss the lands I grew up in. I will send you letters now and then to make sure you know I am safe, and I hope you reply...
Do not miss me to much, and tell Taeron I love him.
Love,
Kasinda
I am leaving, I'm sorry. I cannot stay here anymore, I must travel and find my calling. The elves do not need my healing, and I miss the lands I grew up in. I will send you letters now and then to make sure you know I am safe, and I hope you reply...
Do not miss me to much, and tell Taeron I love him.
Love,
Kasinda
She wanted to write more, but the words wouldn't come. Even a few tears fell, staining the page and forcing the ink to run. But folding it quickly, and propped it up on her beside table, reaching under her bed and pulled together a small bundle of clothes together.
Kasinda listened to the sounds of the silent night, knowing that her mother and father were already in bed and that Taeron was out for the night. So, her path free, she lightly made her way downstairs, slipping into the kitchen and gathering a few items for her trip, mostly food and a few herbs that she had grown herself and merely couldn't part with before disappearing into the stables behind the family home.
"Goodbye mother, goodbye father," she whispered, swinging into the spotted mares back and trotting into the distance.