I wasn’t going to go. I had heard the whispers floating around between several Keepers of the Moon, but I felt I had no place there. On the day it was to occur, I saw, while gathering some herbs, a brown rabbit watching me.
I am not, nor have I ever been, a Messenger Priestess of Clan Laprine. Meeting Menphina did not give me the capacity to interpret Kahlzec’s messages. But in that moment, my mind was clear and lucid in a way it hadn’t been in months. It was as if all fog had evaporated, and I could hear Kahlzec telling me to go, to tell the story of my people, to find a new people like me.
I don’t recall seeing the rabbit flee, but when when I blinked, it was gone. I knew it had been there, but it had no more need of me now that it had passed its message into my mind.
So I went. I won’t pretend it was easy. There was so much aether in that place, and so many unique signatures. It was difficult to pay attention even with the focusing potion. One of the four leaders seemed familiar to me. Her aether was chaotic, but it seemed like there was an attempt to tame the current. That wasn’t what was so familiar, though. Her facial markings perhaps set me on the path of trying to discern who she was, but once she introduced herself and let an aetheric corvid fly, I understood. She was Moon Blessed. I had met one like her when Clan Laprine still existed, and while we weren’t allied with the Hijahl clan itself, we were allied with one Moon Blessed member of it.
Aside from that, I did notice that several people had similar stories to mine, a tribe wiped out, a miqo’te surviving on their own. If any who had been orphaned had been taken in by other families, they did not say, and I did not speak of that, either.
I did stand and speak the rest of my truth. I remember little of my exact words, but I do remember feeling clear-headed while I spoke it. I think I told the group a little about Clan Laprine and offered my aid before sitting down, listening to some of the others’ troubles as best I could. I thought someone took a moment to speak with me, but I do not know if I could speak back for in another moment, when I looked up, there was no one.
Why must my mind behave in such a way? I would not have thought any of the events that evening were truth if I had not been sent there by Kahlzec’s messenger. By the end of the meeting, I understood at least one thing. The Shroud and all of the clans within are in danger. Even if I no longer have a tribe, I think this is something I should see through to the end.
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