Have to get as a Christmas book / booklet ... It was suggested to me that I should write diary, but I found it too primitive ... too ... human. * g * Well, and how to expect anything else, I started last night, the beautiful lined pages of this book vollzukritzeln with fantasy stories. But this time it is Deira, which in any manner to me, so can almost say it's a diary. Okay, the first sections ....
first
awoke as Deira, there was a morning like any other. It was cold and wet, and Deira felt to lie in a pool of water. She sat up and pushed her head at the root, in whose protection they had sought shelter this time. With silent curses she crawled out from under the root. The sky was gray and cloudy and it seemed to have rained in torrents all night, because the depression had been lying in the dragon was actually full of dirty water. Only now she noticed that her limbs were numb with cold and dripping with her mane from polluted river water. She sighed. The life they had led, often very many disadvantages, but if they sometimes asked if they would give up this life, if such a possibility would, she knew it. There was not only dark side of life on the edge of a simple but well-functioning society, and Deira knew them all. She tried to avoid them as best as possible, and succeeded pretty well.
The Dragoness clutched firmly on the ground and shook himself like a cat. The splashes were flying in all directions, and her wet mane was more like spines, as in hair. The movement brought her circulation going again, and Deira could feel downright powerful as her heart was pumping up the heat in the wing-tips. She stretched, shook again her head and finally looked up at the sky to make sure, once again, that the sun was not to actually see. But that was behind the clouds. Then the ritual would just have to wait.
Although Deira was a loner, and even had to go hunting, she paid close attention to the rituals that were part of the day of a shaman. The reason was - she saw herself as a shaman. This was also the reason why she was an outsider ... one of many reasons. She snorted. It filled again with anger when she thought that was the main reason for the banishment of their color. Finally she could not help it. Yes, she already looked odd, she admitted, but she was finally arrived at the world. With anger they dismissed the troublesome thoughts of the facts that they could not change anyway, and walked towards settlement. It has long been an integral part of their daily routine to watch the bustle of the clan and to consider how they one or the other could use her favor.
The hunters were preparing for a trip. They had gathered at the village square, and waited for the blessing of the shaman, who sat before them on the ground and pulled with a claw curved lines in the sand. His name was Wour, and he was one of the few to Deira for a full-Eldar held. He secretly admired them even as their power exceeded his by far. Deira wanted but none of it. She was glad when he sometimes paid tribute with a look or a word, and gave her also. She did not Wour. They did not like the tribe, so they hated them even. They were different - even though it was the reverse in fact, it was different than them. Their scales glistened like gold, and her mane was the color of fresh green, the color of life. Their wings membrane appeared to be made from a piece of heaven, for it was bright blue. The Eldar of the tribe, but all were black, with dark manes and Graun wings, with dark-green or dark-blue eyes, and the only thing about them, what was clear was their horns, which had a yellowish color of bone.
Wour gave them his blessing. As always. He is weak, thought Deira. He is weak and he can draw from them, can tell you what to do. He is old. And he has no successor. The tribe is doomed if he does not have a capable shaman. But she was interested in the little. She was not dependent on them, as they might believe you. No. She could muddle through alone, if they wanted ... Deira held his breath. Why they did it at? She lived in the shadow of the tribe, they fed on the bones they left let ... Why? Out of duty? Ha!
She turned away and disappeared into the darkness of the forest, just as silently as they had come. Eldar not take long before they do something, and Deira did it anyway. She lived only in the here and now, and she did not care what would happen tomorrow. You never knew it anyway, could it do not know. She had taken the decision to leave, and that would indeed do so. Everything else did not care.
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