Poor Young Nachtee
So @wrong-constantine I wrote another crappy thing about young Nachtee. I had nothing better to do this Friday night. It’s freeformed but I just kinda went with it.
I will also readily admit I am terrible with names, hence why I tend to go for some German word here and there.
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When asked to describe Nachtee, many end up saying one of three things: Rogue, Assassin, and maybe a just little bit of a womanizer. These are, at least the masks she wears, some truer than others.
Nacht's mother, a Priestess of Elune, found her one day, very uncharacteristically sitting solemnly on the steps to the small shrine kept on their grounds. She was young, not an adolescent, but barely what humans would call a teenager. She sat quietly, her chin cradled into her left palm as she stared at the light as it filtered through the vast canopy above.
The Priestess was at once worried. Nacht was almost never quiet in the open; she was always either scheming, or tormenting the young elves in the nearby village. Sneaking in the rafters, setting up traps and pranks, pickpocketing a sentinel's pouch only to put it in someone else's pocket, playing with the saber cubs, these were her usual activities. Sitting almost contemplatively, and still, was not.
"What's wrong hun?" her mother asked as she sat beside her, reaching her arm around her shoulders for a gentle motherly squeeze. Nacht did not divert her gaze from the fixed point in the distance, and waited a moment before responding. "Oh, uh nothing." Her mother raised a long inquiring eyebrow "That look on your face says otherwise. After crushing all of the little boy's hearts, did one finally take hold of yours?" her smile faded briefly, her tone suddenly stern "Did one hurt you?"
That finally caused Nacht to divert her gaze, looking to her mother "What? No! No... None of the boys hurt me." her voice dropped to a quiet hush with the last sentence. "I don't know... Mother?" "Yes dear?" "Do you remember Seele?" she said softly, returning her gaze to the fixed point in space beyond.
Her mother thought for a moment, rubbing her chin before answering "The Priestess Keel'a and Druid Xylenar's Daughter? What about her?"
Nachtee was quiet, fidgeting with an over hewn arrow shaft she had been working on as meditation, before she accidentally snapped it in her agitation. " I.. I messed up mom. I messed up bad. I'm... messed up. I..." She stopped, withdrawing into herself physically and mentally as she hugged her own arms, still gripping the broken arrow. Her mother reached around, and squeezed her daughter, taking the moment to look at her face, seeing the twin streams that had made their way down her face. "What happened? You can tell me. I promise I will never love you less than I love you right now hun. "
Nacht took a steadying breath before speaking "Mom... I kissed her. I don't know why, it just happened! We were talking, and she was braiding my hair, and it just happened I swear!" The points where her fingers met her arms were white from the pressure she was putting on them.
She wanted to disappear, fold into herself until there was nothing left. Nacht took another, more anxious and shuddering breath before continuing quietly "She ran... I kissed her, she had this look on her face, and she just ran without looking back. I wanted to run after her but... She hates me now, doesn't she mom? She has to.. She ran... There's something wrong with me isn't there?"
Her mother's heart was breaking seeing her daughter like this. She turned her around on the step and hugged her tightly, kissing her forehead. "No my dear, nothing is wrong with you. You probably just surprised her!" her mother smiled gently, wiping away her daughter's tears with her thumb.
"Listen to me. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you. The younger races in this world, and the eldest of our kind may not believe so themselves, but I know so. I know as your mother, I know as a Priestess, I know as an Elder, and as a counselor to the mightiest of our warriors. There is nothing wrong with you."
"Then.. why have I never seen, or heard..? Seele has her father, I had a father... " her mother stroked her hair, before smiling once again. "That's because it isn't common, love. The Priestesses consider it to be a sign of a higher calling, a devotion to the greater spirit of our people. The druids, in turn consider it similarly. We Kaldorei are blessed with our lives. We do not feel the same pull and urgency to bear children as the younger races in our world do, and as such, we are free to love whom our hearts choose."
Nacht considered her words silently before looking at her mother "Do.. you think Seele feels the same? " The mother gave her another gentle squeeze before answering "I don't know, love, but won't it be exciting to find out?" She gently pecked her forehead, before gathering the snapped arrow shaft into her hands "I suggest Ash wood, by the way" she smirked as she stood up, before her ears twitched to the direction of the gate, having heard it open and close gently in the distance.
On the path, her mother saw a young Kaldorei girl, the same age as her own daughter, wearing the raiment of a priestess in training. "I believe someone is here to see you, hun." Nacht turned around, her features brightening suddenly
"Hi, Seele."