บท 615: An Elf's Tale, Part 22

A familiar chill blew away the last leaf from its stem, swirling away in the somber gray skies like a flutter of golden light, as if a straying ember from a dimming flame, a dying season… and once more, blew in the bitter cold of winter's arrival. 

The days, the weeks, the months prior, it all simply breezed past her. The passage of time was negligible, trivial - unimportant. Eshwlyn poured herself deep into her studies, her training, whittling away the burning daylight and continuing to forge on even late deep into the night…for she knew that the faster she learned, the sooner she could finally be of use.

It pained her having to suddenly adapt to new and foreign customs. She had to learn to forget, learn to strip from her mind, her body, how it was to live a way of life that she could no longer possibly return to… battering deep until it was instinct a new set of routines, obligations, and responsibilities for her to adhere to dutifully.