A week after Kaevia had left the Eventide estate she had already been on the hunt for a full staff. The Sun’rael household now held a handful of hired help, all able hands and bodies who were a mixture of what a proper household required. Building from the ground up was hard work and even more so for such a young woman such as Kaevia. She had been caring for a young child for a few months and thankfully she had been able to hire a caregiver for Jaeras in between the Priestess’s work hours. Therapy paid well and it was a service much of the city was in dire need of; a large demand but all that Kaevia had done it was barely enough to keep mouths fed, taxes paid and a healthy child.
She needed something more.
There had been a time she would have walked through fire for those she cared for, now she was ready to take a riddle of bullets. Her visit to Hearthglen had to be impressive, her words quick, precise and determined if she was to ever pull through and see things to the end.
Soon it would be time to meet... ‘her’.
This would be a trusted and true test of her abilities and capability. A testament to how she could survive and survival was very much in her blood. A pirate and High Priestess’s granddaughter, the daughter of a commander and ambassador -- clawing her way up was built into her character, the very lineage long before her.
Sitting now within her chambers she stared down into the box that rested along the table top, trinkets and expensive baubles were inside though it was the gleaming shine of one ring in particular that sparked her interest. The red and gold exterior of the ring faced the Priestess the moment she twisted the band betwixt her finger and thumb. A signet she knew well and one she had carried with her for nearly 7 months. It was as if though the very bond and contract between Eventide and Sun’rael had been dissolved, as if though the two had completely separated down different paths and in this -- communication was lost.
She left to pursue other venues and other considerations of importance and in that she had lost a mentor, a friend and a comfortable situation. Elenaris, Cindel and Vel’adir. It was clear to her that the memories of those she once held close could not and would not be reciprocated.
The soft -tink- sound of the ring came the moment it made contact with the box and she slapped the lid shut. All of it would be pawned in the morning and all of it would finally be out of her care to keep past memories from flooding her as all she knew was sacrifice. She was tired of sacrificing everything for the sake of others and constantly being left behind as others moved on.
She remembered his face the day she left and that no words were spoken. She remembered the times they spent together only to find a friendship that would soon stray for the sake of blood. Kaevia could have been his blood in some light or another. To consider it all now; she was a fool to think it were possible. She remembered Elenaris and the very bond the two had, like a second mother and beyond that of a typical Mentor and Apprentice relationship. Such words were never spoken between the two but there had been a close relationship and hopefully over time it could remain as Elenaris was still her guardian in some light before her marriage.
Cindel. Oh, sweet Cindel. That woman had been her one and true friend the entire stay within the estate. The Priestess missed how often the Mage would stammer in her words, balance her glasses along her nose several times a day, the clumsy encounters Cindel was known to have as well as the trusted talks.
Oh life…
When did it become complicated and when did she turn her back on youth? Oh how she craved it now and how disappointed she was in the harsh responsibilities that had been thrusted upon her.
No letters of encouragement came and no missives telling of what health her family had been in. Without even stepping foot in Draenor, Kaevia felt the full weight and terror of how the savage land was a threat to her. Already she was alone and just now everything she knew could have already been gone without her knowing the wiser.
Oh reality…
Softly her hands gripped at the satin of her robes that bunched in her lap and her chin dipped low. She had lost so much and it came to show the moment her pain released from her shell. Little did she realize...Jaeras had opened the door and quietly stood there watching as Kaevia let herself fall to pieces. Bit by bit.
Hearthglen had to be promising. She wouldn’t take no for an answer.