Izznet H'unar
Journeyman
Recent months has shown nothing more than ill will and angry hatred. Hostilities, tensions and ruthless behavior from those who swear by virtues have brought a great deal of edginess to ones who had been peaceful. Were it not for a small glimmer of hope peeking through the profound darkness Yew may have fallen to the same fates that have brought down many mighty men and women.
The time of growth and renewal, many name spring, has poured forth its bounty on the lands. It has seen fit to grace the inhabitants with a promise of abundance. Wealth is seen in many ways, most recognize only that which gleams in the light of a candle’s warmth. The lesser known and often more precious gift is that of the love between kindred hearts.
The Baron and his newly betrothed Callista have brought a new energy to the lands of Yew that had been sorely missed. Their bold affections towards one another leave little doubt they are indeed a handsome match. It was a matter of time when an announcement would be made of their engagement to wed. In truth, none was surprised, but all were thrilled for them.
For Izznet the announcement was a quiet reminder of how precious the beating of a heart in concert with another truly is. She was not as open with showing affections in public, and neither was Aedon, but she knew beyond any shadow of doubt who she loved.
All the threats, tortures and imprisonments dimmed to a fine thin mist when he smiled. He showed her that regardless of her nature she was worthy of his affections. That made all the difference in her dark core. A glimmer of fire and light had burned away the darkness of her loneliness.
The wedding of Arkon and Callista would be a glorious event and a spectacular boon to Yew. The addition of several new citizens who had become friends and allies grew the energy and strength to heady levels. But for Izznet the deepest heart song was the look of love on Aedon’s face when he looked at her and asked her to be a part of Aerlinnbar.
She found herself “puttering” around the house, barefoot and sleeves rolled up past her elbows. When she glanced at the obsidian mirror at the ShadowMoore she could not help but laugh at herself. All the teasing she had given Aedon had come full circle. A bit of dust on her face made the puttering picture complete. A soft release of air to her true reflection, for the first time in generations, made her smile instead of cringe. The heartbeat deep in her chest sang the harmony of one she loved and that was all she needed.
The time of growth and renewal, many name spring, has poured forth its bounty on the lands. It has seen fit to grace the inhabitants with a promise of abundance. Wealth is seen in many ways, most recognize only that which gleams in the light of a candle’s warmth. The lesser known and often more precious gift is that of the love between kindred hearts.
The Baron and his newly betrothed Callista have brought a new energy to the lands of Yew that had been sorely missed. Their bold affections towards one another leave little doubt they are indeed a handsome match. It was a matter of time when an announcement would be made of their engagement to wed. In truth, none was surprised, but all were thrilled for them.
For Izznet the announcement was a quiet reminder of how precious the beating of a heart in concert with another truly is. She was not as open with showing affections in public, and neither was Aedon, but she knew beyond any shadow of doubt who she loved.
All the threats, tortures and imprisonments dimmed to a fine thin mist when he smiled. He showed her that regardless of her nature she was worthy of his affections. That made all the difference in her dark core. A glimmer of fire and light had burned away the darkness of her loneliness.
The wedding of Arkon and Callista would be a glorious event and a spectacular boon to Yew. The addition of several new citizens who had become friends and allies grew the energy and strength to heady levels. But for Izznet the deepest heart song was the look of love on Aedon’s face when he looked at her and asked her to be a part of Aerlinnbar.
She found herself “puttering” around the house, barefoot and sleeves rolled up past her elbows. When she glanced at the obsidian mirror at the ShadowMoore she could not help but laugh at herself. All the teasing she had given Aedon had come full circle. A bit of dust on her face made the puttering picture complete. A soft release of air to her true reflection, for the first time in generations, made her smile instead of cringe. The heartbeat deep in her chest sang the harmony of one she loved and that was all she needed.