“Valin.. It’s been how many years now? I forget. Time always moves strangely in this form. It always passed so slowly to you, but I barely had you any time at all.”
The white haired elf leaned against a tree. He let his fingers slip along the smooth bark, as close to caressing a gravestone as he’d ever get. The scourge tide hadnt left anything to bury of his Valin, but he’d shaped this sapling at their former home into something of a memorial for his fallen ranger. Three trees, really, entwined and braided at the base as they grew, now they fanned out somewhat. Helped along, of course, or they might not have withstood whatever taint still lingered on this side of the river.
Being one of the red queen’s brood did have it’s perks, not one of the least being capable of facilitating growth and life, even in the Ghostlands. Now the tree was large enough to provide shade, with branches strong enough to support strings of baubles and tokens. Memories of a life he missed so very much.
“It’s the time of year where your kind has the feast and expresses thanks. You know I always thought it was a bit silly for a tradition, shouldn’t you express thanks all year and not only once?” He smiled. “I always relented and said you. Somehow I was always second to your bow. But.. it was a nice bow.” The smile turned to a brief chuckle before it faded away.
“You asked me once why I never made you my sworn and I never really answered… I’m sorry, my love. You were so much more.”